My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

I realize I'm getting older where that doesn't matter, but I don't have time to be shocked by that fact.

Cody, who dropped Erica off, immediately started acting.

First, make contact with the man who was captain of the expedition. That said, it's troubling that I don't have a lot of knowledge with the man who is the squadron leader.

So Cody laid eyes on the upward and downward relationship, which was his own friend, and Walsh, who knew the Squadron Leader, Finnegan, and held the same Squadron Leader position. I decided to ask him for help.

The wish is nothing special either. I just want you to lure Finnegan to the tavern, which is also Cody's destination tonight.

Although Walsh, who was designated a condition, was not surprised, he accepted without deep prying that Cody would pay for the liquor store in full. There must have been some trust in Cody's character.

In the meantime, Cody, who mounted the promise, tried to roll it out with his feet until he waited, but was stopped before that.

"Cody Squad Leader..."

It was Robinson, Sid and Irene who called it off. A rare, thought-provoking face for them that's always busy.

I generally guessed, but still dare to ask.

"Hmm? What did you do?

"... is it true that Harold will be executed?

That's what the fearful Sid said. Cody affirms it.

"Looks like it."

"... Huh!

All three breathe together.

They were the same unit, albeit for a short time. I guess they have a lot to think about. If only Harold had been convicted of execution, they might have voiced their opposition to it too.

But the three of them have seen it. with the figure of Harold, who raised the Empire Major General to a blood festival as he was full of creation, and the ruthless eyes he was pointing at his enemies at that time.

My eyes only dwelt on pure intent to kill, which even Cody had barely ever seen. It is also impossible to remember fear from that.

Especially if the Robinsons have little experience in action.

"... I don't want Harold to die. But I can't forget the sight of that day..."

"He wasn't Harold we knew then..."

"Squad leader, which is the real Harold?

You're wondering how to confront Harold with the Trinity.

Normal Harold and Harold in the Bertis Forest. Understandably confusing to see those two.

I don't know. I don't know.

But that was Cody's response.

It was such a throwing answer that the three of them could only blink at each other without succeeding in two sentences.

Cody keeps saying things like that to them.

"He said it wasn't like he knew Harold and could guess at us for months. You can't be so thin, can you?

No body, no lid, and a lot of sayings.

But the eyes were seriously flavored.

"Then you have to judge from what you see and feel for yourself. If I tell you to give up Harold's life, can you convince me to execute him? Even if they tell you to help me, and there's going to be firepowder on me, I'll pierce that will to the end?

Whether you give up or disagree here, it is time to regret that people's words influenced you to decide.

Above all, Robinsons are knights. You must have justice that pierces you yourself.

"What do you guys do? It's not whether you believe Harold, it's whether you can trust yourself. Don't forget that."

Cody left the scene while the Robinsons couldn't say anything.

Those are words that are not lies or lies. And it was his considerable compassion to keep unprepared humans out of it.

I'm not sure that's going to tell.

Well, that's fine, and Cody changes her mind. I have a lot to do.

Cody, who broke up with Robinsons and the others, headed for the tavern where Walsh and the others were going to visit. Ask the store owner for some cooperation.

It's not particularly difficult. I just want you to anticipate the occasion and serve a drink. Regardless, it is not poison, theatre, etc. that you are trying to make me drink.

No mild confessional medication may adversely affect your body. It is a substitute that is inherently ineffective, but the goal is to spit out some information if the medicine is served where it is intoxicated.

But no matter how familiar Cody asked me to be, the owner didn't shake his head vertically easily. Naturally, the content is full of suspicion, but Cody is forced to push it off because it's a top-secret internal investigation.

Eventually, the shopkeeper, rounded into Cody's mouthpiece, broke.

After that, while disguised as a patrol around the city, he went around the source of people familiar with rumors in the Wang Dynasty and people with information networks and asked them to turn the information around because anything unusual had happened around the people who had participated in Harold's deliberations or who they had met.

That's how the sun goes down.

Once back in the building, Cody took off his eye-catching armor and again visited the tavern dressed in a simple outfit familiar with the city. Sit back in the right seat and wait for Walsh and the others to come.

Then the waiters showed up less than half an hour later. When his gaze was only on for a moment, guess what, Walsh led Finnegan and Cody to sit back to back.

Now you can hear what the conversation is about.

The conversation continues with listening but unreservedly at the beginning.

It's been a long time since the two of us came for a drink. I've been laid on my daughter-in-law's ass lately. Don't you make children yet? That's who you are. Why don't you just get married, etc.

But the liquor is fast paced in contrast to the soothing air. Maybe there's been a build-up of depression from day to day.

By the hour since the beginning, Finnegan had become suspicious.

Cody takes Walsh away from his seat and to the counter with a hand sign. So, including the owner of the store, I slap him in the ear.

"He's getting drunk like a good guy, so I'm gonna start the operation."

"Wait. You mean the operation?

Walsh, who has only asked me to invite Finnegan to this store for a drink, quickly pinches his mouth. There is also a severe lack of explanation.

"Well, it's not that hard. I just want you to ask him a question - after I give him this."

On the ale placed on the counter by the shopkeeper, Cody opens the paper wrap removed from his nostalgia and drops the salad and powder.

The white powder dissolves without sound.

Walsh seems to have figured out what it is.

"Hey, well..."

"Now would you let me drink this without saying anything? Oh, and it's nice to pay more."

"Oh, boy."

Sighing, the store owner leaves the counter and goes to the guests who are seated with the potatoes to convey the early treatment of the store.

It would affect sales, but I had it hands-on that I would bring in colleagues and employees at a later date about this.

"What are we going to get out of this?

"My men are about to be decapitated after an inexplicable verdict. I want people involved in that deliberation to tell me the truth."

"If you do that, you won't be able to overturn the court's verdict."

"I know a hundred things. It's just a bad scratch."

If this doesn't work, you'll also have to consider transferring half the joke suggestions you made to Erica to execution.

Cody's willingness to help Harold by any means possible is so strong. You felt that too, Walsh, and you didn't convince me to stop.

"There is also the possibility of an oversized troublemaker. If you're going to overlook this place, you can pull it off, okay?

"Ha... shut up and let me stick my neck in it. You shouldn't. You want me to ask you about that deliberation?

"No, we're friends with what we need to have"

"I knew I could go home?

"Hey, even a joke!

I would never have gone beyond that if you would cooperate. Tell Walsh what you want him to hear.

While we were having that exchange, there were only four Cody's in the store. Finnegan, who is a lot drunk, doesn't seem to notice him around like that, tipping the glass tiny.

I'm ready to let the exploration in.

Walsh, who received a mixed ale of medicine, puts it in front of Finnegan.

"There you go."

"... thanks"

When Finnegan points his gaze at Yale in a slow motion, he puts his mouth on without questioning anything. I woke up about a third at once.

Then Walsh asks, anticipating when the medicine starts to work.

"No, it's been tough during this time."

"... tough?

"You were a commander on an expedition, weren't you? I didn't expect that to happen."

"You mean..."

I squeal like I'm terribly depressed. I guess I don't really want to recall what happened in the Bertis Forest, where there were a lot of casualties.

That's why my mouth is heavy, but now that I'm drunk and my pills have turned, this is my best chance.

"No, it sounds like one recruit is going to be sentenced to life for treason, but what have you done, Soyts?

"I didn't actually see it, but the report says he fled before the enemy for violating orders to his superiors. There's a suspicion of espionage for wearing imperial uniforms."

"Hmm. Running against your superiors against your enemies isn't a rare story for recruits, but you're suspected of espionage. So you're almost certain that you'll be sentenced to death."

"No..."

Gashigashi and scratching his head as Finnegan says . The effect of the medicine or its eyes were becoming increasingly vain.

"It wasn't decided... He just told me that Harold was dangerous. So kill me, or my wife, Cynthia's life..."

It won't just be drunk.

Finnegan's tone changes to something that doesn't feel comfortable.

"Who told you that? What did you mean," dangerous "? Mostly nothing to do with your wife, right?

"... oh, it doesn't matter... but still no. Harold's alive, he said no. I can defy you, but I'm about to have a baby... so Harold has..."

More and more things are going wrong with Finnegan. The words are also ruptured, giving rise to a different atmosphere.

The drugs worked too well for you? Suddenly Finnegan stood up, wondering so much. The momentum causes the chair he was sitting on to fall backwards.

And...

"... ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Odd. Finnegan rushes out, raising a voice that can only be described as so. Then he rushed up to the pillars in the store and grabbed that thick round tooth with both hands and struck him in the head.

Oddly enough, do your best. Blood begins to flow from Finnegan's forehead after striking him twice and three times.

So Cody and Walsh finally returned to me and went in to stop the sudden assault.

"Hey, hey...!

"What are you doing!

Pull both sides together to stop the act of self-harm. Still, Finnegan wiggles his head hard left and right as he continues to make odd noises.

Cody, Walsh, and Finnegan, seized by two heavily armed men, nevertheless continued to resist for more than five minutes.

But the resistance stops flashing. He suddenly lost consciousness.

Lie on your back with weak body and hurry to check your breathing and pulse.

"... alive"

Hurr. Three louder sighs.

In the meantime, trying to treat him, Cody instructs the store owner to get the cloth and bandages he keeps in the store. No one here can use healing magic.

Anyway, you won't be able to hear today. The injury itself looks like a minor injury, but I don't know until it's in my head, and I'd better put him in the hospital for a few days.

The owner disappears, and a constant silence comes. Walsh opened his mouth like he couldn't stand it.

"What was that thing now?

"... I don't know. At least I can't explain the effects of the medicine."

There is no hallucinogenic or disruptive action on the medication given to Finnegan. It should be okay to drink with alcohol.

"Whatever Finnegan saw earlier, it wasn't normal..."

"Right. It was like being possessed by a demon.

Demon. That's a candid opinion of the behavior Finnegan showed earlier.

But Cody felt something creepy in his own words.