My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

The day after I finished my meeting with Elle in the garden. Harold woke up during the dim hours of dawn, when the sun had not yet risen either.

When you get ready quickly in your own room, you travel outside without making a single noise through the lab without any sign of people. In his hand was a two-waved sword used in the battle against the ice dragon.

Properly distancing himself from the institute, Harold waves those two swords endlessly, making him feel tempted as if he was dealing with an invisible enemy.

More than just a sword, between slaughters, he was also pinched with striking moves such as fists and kicks.

For eight years now, I've been self-training almost every day. Compared to when I was just getting started, I have reached a level of power, speed and clarity that I can rightly say is out of step. There was a rough but streamlined sword dance there that overwhelmed the beholder.

To put it bluntly, it's just an exercise in mastering combo moves in games. From Harold's point of view, it feels close to a hobby that combines benefits.

But as some proverbs say, "Continuity is power," even considering that Harold's body possesses a high degree of physical ability, it did not make a difference that it was a gift of his efforts. Otherwise, it is not so easy to kill two ice dragons instantly.

A workout that lets you say things to your inexhaustible health and lasts two hours without resting. By the time I finished that, I was just getting sweaty. It is still a horrible body because there is still enough leeway left.

Harold, washed clean and refreshing with a shower of sweat for a moment, walks wide on our faces through the area where the staff began to show up. The switch has already been switched regardless.

Thanks to this, he arrived smoothly at the place of destination without being timid by the gaze of hostility that punctured him unchanged.

It was an open dining room. A corner of the wall is glazed on one side, illuminating the dining room with a sparkling reflection of the rising morning sun inserting from it.

Apart from day and night, this dining room is available early in the morning for staff who stayed up all night.

Since putting himself in the lab, Harold has been a regular here. It doesn't leak in the example and the cafeteria staff hates it, but it's not a big deal because I've already given up.

Harold completes his order appropriately and settles his hips in his fixed position, a two-seater at the window with the received breakfast in his hand. By the way, people are sparse at this time of year, so they're not noticeable, but seats around Harold are always available, even during crowded lunches. In addition, he is slapped to the pussy on top of being exposed to flickering and impudent gaze.

I may never be able to use the dining room again with my coarse nerves, but if I had switched the switch, it still wouldn't have been a big problem either.

Harold's ascent was steadily on the way to deterioration.

As I was eating with a sad self-analysis inside, some noisy group came in. Some of them look like Reefa and Elle. The group was about ten, except Reefa and Elle, who were men.

It seems like a relatively young generation of human beings in this laboratory who are around the two of us. Even so, I'm the youngest man and I'm in my mid-twenties, so I'm over ten years apart compared to Reefa. Speaking of which, while wondering how old Elle was, the Reefers sat at a horizontal table near the center of the dining room where twenty people seemed to be able to sit.

It's a little far from Harold, I can't hear him, but he's far enough away to make sure he looks clear.

Maybe we should deepen our rapport, or some kind of gathering. I also feel that my lower heart is hidden from the men, but that's not how I do it in a nine-to-one male zone. Reefa stands out for her youthfulness because of her appearance, but she's not old enough to point her back finger at her marriage, not to mention dating by this world standard.

From Harold's point of view, she looks like a junior high school student entirely, and even an elementary school student from time to time, so the adult men surrounding her like that were a sight with a criminal odor.

By the way, the other El is still unclear whether it's a man or a woman, but if it was a man, I'd be interested to see how the guys around him would react.

With that in mind, Fu and El and I got eyes on each other. Then he smiles for just a moment and gives a slight nod.

It's not a relationship where you can breathe ahua enough that you can make eye contact, but when it comes to this, it would be something like, "Don't worry, I'm guarding you tight". Harold hated the contact from Justus yesterday and told him not to leave Reefa alone as much as he could.

That behavior could have meant okay for Harold's such anxiety.

I also trust Harold around there because Elle is basically a high-spec person. So Harold also moves his jaw quickly in the sense of "I know, so stay focused that way". Did that make sense. Elle joined the cheer.

That should also be the time needed for Elle to gather information.

That's why Harold returns to his meal and quietly carries the classic menu he's used to eating into his mouth.

It didn't take long enough until the top of the plate was empty. When I get up to go after the dining room, somehow the neighborhood starts to get annoyed. That was also a noise centered around Harold.

Sure, they hate me so much that I don't have any more, but I don't feel like I have any idea about this reaction. The moment I stopped for something, there was a voice from behind.

"Where are you going with us? Harold."

There was Elle. Next door is Reefa, who was pulled over by Elle. It looks a little awkward.

What happened to the gathering earlier, and when I saw the seats where the two of us were supposed to be, the men were pointing their hateful caged gaze at us. The grudge, Harold, was only slightly more.

From them, two beautiful girls may think they got away from themselves and were taken away by the haters. I decide I didn't see it because I'm scared in an unusual way.

"Wherever I go, it's none of your business."

"I do. I told you yesterday to take time, didn't I?

"That's daytime talk"

It's early morning rather than daylight now. It was just around 7: 30, if it were time.

Few humans describe this time period as daylight. Perhaps the rare person is Elle.

"I heard that Harold is basically free. So I thought I'd make it a little early."

"But that's no reason to fail to confirm."

"I'm sorry about that. Could you have business from now on?

……

Nothing. Whatever you say you're going on a trip now, I'm free enough to offer you.

I'd rather suggest it from myself and go soak up Smeragi's hot springs. My heart as a Japanese is always looking for a bath.

"If that's all right, please. It's my first date with the three of us, and I was wondering if I'd be happier with more time."

"So, date!?

Reefa raises her bare voice. Thanks to that, the officials who watched Harold and the others farther afield also received the shocking word.

At that moment, officials with many celibates sent me fluctuations of intent to kill. One day I'll say, "Destroy it with the dust!" He may come at me screaming. One-on-one melee battles will not lead to a loss of reading, but there may also be extermination after giving one chang to a large number of passive group opponents turned into Shura. It is not an accumulation when the heart is stopped.

(... is different! What if we're talking about gay!

Manage to correct the upset and confused thoughts. But the more disturbing it was, the more powerful the word "date" unleashed by Elle.

Based on what Reefa is also amazed at, it would be Elle's discretion, but he's not the kind of person to say or do things that inadvertently attract attention in a place like this. There must have been some kind of aim and dropped a fake bomb called a date between the three of us.

But Harold is the only one who understands it.

It would look like the lower-than-human scumbag unanimously hated by his side is trying to get two beautiful girls to samurai and roll out to the city. Now we have to help Reefa and Elle before they get poisoned! and not necessarily a human being driven by righteousness doesn't show up.

To avoid getting caught up in such trouble, Harold made a strategic retreat.

"Ah, Harold. I'm waiting for you at the front gate! Time is..."

Turn your back and Elle will throw a word at you. relentless chase, but now I was convinced that this was deliberately evil noticeable. I would have liked to have been informed in advance of more than just about time if I were to take this kind of action.

The situation itself is all the more troublesome.

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That's how I've been greatly distracted in the morning, Harold, but the time Elle has designated will soon come. Harold, who kept his back on a gatepost with the front entrance to the institute, was waiting for a man with his arms together and a lumpy look.

"Hey, there you go"

One of its waiters, Elle, appeared without any evil. When I have a clear grin in front of me, I'm not even willing to complain about one of them. I just want you to explain why you ran into such behavior more than that.

One incident in the dining room seemed to have run around the lab early, and I still have resentment from all sides. My gaze is flying. I don't even feel like I'm in danger, but I'm very depressed.

But what bothered me the most was Reefa, who was suspicious of behavior.

"Good morning..."

First of all, I'm not well. I don't even fit my gaze. And you were nervous. Your voice also sounded trembling.

Harold gets one answer from the above elements.

(No way, Koitsu, is it so dented because Justus caught you?

He did tell me not to show a scatter. Are you feeling sorry for Harold for not being able to protect it and scared of being reprimanded at the same time?

I had heard from Elle beforehand, but I didn't think he'd been noticeably discouraged so far. Being smaller is exactly what a scolded child is.

When you take a step, Reefa jumps more frighteningly.

I approached him regardless and put my left hand over Reefa's head. And when I eagled my head, I put my strength into it. It is Iron Claw again.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!

Watch the stuffing reefer for about three seconds before loosening the power of your left hand.

Reefa, who became free, glanced at Harold.

"What are you doing!

"If you wake up, let's go."

Without even fitting in, Harold dived the gate first.

Behind him, Reefa follows him as he raises his voice in protest. Harold's ears, which were even listening, picked up the words of a bitterly smiling Elle.

"Doesn't this mean that thing's a chara?... maybe."

Harold is just a little surprised at Elle, who probably didn't need to, but knows exactly what he said and did that much.

All of a sudden I went out on that behavior because I thought I was going to drag it out of Reefa's character to forgive just the words, and I decided that it wasn't something I knew what ramblings would pop up if I spoke poorly of comfort and encouragement in the first place.

It is a very difficult care for Harold from the outside. Normally, it hardly ever gets through correctly.

Reefa looked reluctant from then on until she went out to the center street, but once she got out to Main Street, arguably the face of the Kings Capital, she regained her mood. Wow! And I walk around that way shaking enough to cheer. I was in complete superiority. I may have completely forgotten that I was depressed.

I suppress and speak to Elle so that she can only hear me smiling at her after that.

"What are you going to do with this farce?

"If you're suspicious, I thought I'd take the lead and stand out the other way."

I guess it's the result of thinking about being Elle, but I can't read what kind of aim there is for that.

If we do that in a popular environment, not only Harold, but Reefa and Elle will also attract attention within the institute. Is that a restraint to make it difficult for Justus to move as well?

All I can think of is that much. That's what it would be if you didn't extend your original knowledge.

"Harold, by the way. Is there anything I can prove to your associates that I asked you to do yesterday?

Elle suddenly changes the subject. By the way, Reefa was staring at the store displays handling fancy groceries to eat in. I think it's rude to think that you also have a proper girly hobby.

"If you have this, they'll recognize you as your own"

That said, a certain tattoo - take out the silver key with the Frieri symbol engraved on it. It is a delicacy that was made using the far-fetched means of asking the craftsmen of the town who stopped by on assignment rather than the craftsmen of Wangdu.

At last, I will also give you what only you are supposed to know and an autographed letter to the effect that Elle will be exercising command of the organization.

"This is the key to the door that leads to Ajito?

"It's just an apparent ornament."

It doesn't act as a key because it was made just to smoothly see if you're a frieri person.

But even if it were in the hands of a third party, it would try to find a door that could be used more than the key. That's where the idea of being misled took shape. To be clear, it's a theory of results.

Incidentally, the members to whom I currently belong are given bracelets and copper coins bearing the same mark. A small amount of money flew because it was a skilled workmanship, but as for Harold, he was generally satisfied. It's a pretty shapely type.

Elle looked strange when he was given the key he couldn't use, but he seemed convinced for now.

"Hmm. By the way, where's the pivotal Azito?

Hand me another piece of paper silently. The place described in it is not, naturally, the king's capital, which can be called the knee of Justus. It's hard to move quickly when you have to be too far from the king's capital, and if people get together that it's a small town, it becomes noticeable.

A relatively developed and populous city so far away from the King's capital that it is difficult and difficult for Justus to influence. That's where Frieri is based.

"Don't make the mistake of losing it."

"Copy that. Let's stop talking about work and enjoy sightseeing."

"I don't even have to look around..."

There's almost nothing I don't know just because I've lived there for more than five years.

Sigh leaks unexpectedly. I also get a headache when I think this is happening to have just this much discussion.

By contrast, Elle never breaks his smile.

"Well, don't say that. Even in a city that's not fresh for us, but for Reefa... whoa."

Elle gently hits him on the shoulder with the man he's been opposing. It wasn't nearly as good as falling, but I grabbed that thin shoulder and supported it.

It was a luxurious body. The exact age of Elle is not even officially prescribed, but if you discern by appearance, around like fifteen or six. Is it possible that a man of that age could be this thin?

I hadn't even cared much about it before, but Harold thinks so. He is, in a way, the most mysterious of the original characters.

"Thank you. That's surprisingly sweet."

"Hobby Blunt Moment"

Kind, I feel ashamed of being directed at the word for the first time in a long time, and pah hands off. When I saw the trick, Elle laughed at Couscous.

To hide the lights, Harold, who pretended not to notice it, was on his way to secure a reefer that was so busy wandering around that he was still going to get lost.