My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

"Is that okay?

Surprisingly, that's what Elle asked. He may be suspicious of trying to confess, even though he said it was an important secret.

I've never been over that if you can tell me, but I do have some feelings as to whether I'm really good as a leafer.

"I'm not going to say I'm relieved of love, etc. There will be no big difference in every record that we are going to be talking about here or not because it will not be remembered by anyone. Well, if you're still afraid to ask, stop."

crisp manipulation. I guess it doesn't mean that Reefa's feelings hit me in the chest, as she said.

But still, Reefa didn't have the option of not asking.

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to be intimidated... but I won't be able to stop Reefa from pulling here anyway. Reefa, if you want me to carry you alone, I'll be with you."

"Thanks, El"

Reefa thanks Elle for accepting as she perceived it. It was clear from words and deeds that she would not think it was a good idea to listen here. He must have been disturbed by the risk of knowing confidentiality and the difficulty of not being able to do so in Reefa.

Based on them, they said they would go out with Reefa's selfishness.

"Then let's talk about five years ago, when me and Harold met."

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It was when Justus, who had worked for this institute since that time, heard Harold's name when he took a trip to the Royal Castle to report on the progress of his research. I happened to pinch the knights in my ear talking.

"I hear someone recently joined the Knights after taking a special exam, not a regular means." "Isn't that your great Conne anyway?" "No, no, no, if you ask me, you unilaterally defeated dozens of recruits in the tests set up," "That was just weak recruits," "I can't deny that, but what a story that newcomer is still a thirteen-year-old. Besides, he said he was the youngest genius in history to join the Knights of the Holy Kings." "I mean, he's even better than the vice president?" "What kind of monster is that?" "I'm sure his name is Harold Stokes..."

He talked about a boy who came in new to his mouth. I wouldn't even care if I were who I was, some end-of-life information that would have been erased from my memory by the time I left the castle.

It was because of a certain phrase that Harold's name remained on Justus' head at this time.

“Better than the vice president?"

It was issued by one member of the team. That's a word that refers to mere possibilities. It's not so simple to compare if that boy named Harold is stronger than he was when he was thirteen years old, vice president of the Knights of the Holy Kings/Finn St.

But there are possibilities that might really outweigh them. Nor is it a possibility, as is said in the Aya of Reason or Word, on the level that it may happen in reality. Fincent and I had a friendship and it was a hard story to believe from Justus knowing his non-standard combat abilities.

But it is unusual at a time when it contains only elements that can be compared to that masterpiece in the first place.

Fincent is strong. It's not just the power to fight, it's the heart that doesn't give in to misery, the sense of justice in the face of evil, the tenderness to reach out to the weak. A man who would be so reliable if he were on his side and stood as a wall more powerful than anyone else if he turned to his enemies.

There is no such thing as a human being looking over another country. I guess the world calls a being like him a hero.

A boy who might exceed such Fincent cared for Justus.

I'd like to see you face to face someday. It's about the arrow tip I thought it was like that.

Harold's name arrived again at Justus, who had naturally entered the study. The King's Capital was so full of Harold's story that he shut himself out completely and didn't even know what was going on in the world that he perceived it.

Says he broke his superior's orders while on duty and fled before his enemies. But it was an act and in fact an intermediary of the Sarian Empire, Harold betrayed the Knights and handed over the information to the Empire, causing enormous damage by setting up an ambush by the Imperial Army he had guided.

The Knights, who were pushed to the brink of devastation, but succeeded in rewinding the Imperial Army due to the fact that the main force stood still at the critical point and the struggle of the Royal Army's patronage unit, which was immediately led by Chief Harrison. In doing so, he also succeeded in capturing Harold, a traitor, alive while dying.

Still, more than half of the Knights' expedition troops would have been killed or injured and would have developed into a conflict between the worst Knights and the Star Wing "Stella" clan if the National Army had not arrived in time. Harold, who plotted so much catastrophe, should not be allowed in the end. Sentencing him to death is reasonable.

This was the backdrop of what was told in the alley. I am also convinced by the argument that Harold would naturally be sentenced to death if I heard this. But if the story that is being disseminated is true.

The first thing Justus felt after hearing a series of stories was neither anger at the Knights for betraying them nor disappointment that they fell short of expectations. It was unnatural to a situation that was too well put in place.

There are a few things that bother me, even if I just flushed and asked, about how a boy with a certain identity and only thirteen years old would become an Imperial Army interlocutor and when the Royal Army would rush too well. One of the most discomforting aspects of this was how detailed rumors had spread so far at an unusually early stage: a few days after the return of the Expeditionary Force.

Normally, the more depending on the matter, the more information control should be carried out until the situation can be sorted out and confirmed. It's easy to say by mouth, such as organizing a situation, but it takes a lot of effort, personnel, and time to get an accurate picture.

It was strange first of all that it was ending at the same time as the return of the Expeditionary Force. Harold, shortly after his detention if you ask him, said he was an unconscious weight and it was only a few days before he arrived in King's Capital that his consciousness returned. It might even be suspicious to have time to interrogate him and get the information out.

There will be information drawn from the Imperial Army captives, but it is difficult to believe that the testimony of all those who would have had measures in place to take captivity will match, and it cannot be in the Expeditionary Force, where the time and effort to scrutinize that information were full of casualties and returns alone.

In conclusion, the rumors being disseminated are intentionally spread, and it is unlikely that their contents will be true. Maybe Harold was made a scapegoat by someone? I also thought.

But what if it was? I know it's true, but I know it's a lie, but that kind of thing has nothing to do with Justus, and most importantly, it has no fine dust interest in the lives and deaths of others.

That's what I usually cut and throw away. I would definitely have abandoned Harold if he hadn't even cared about the possibilities he had. I wouldn't have even had the consciousness to abandon them.

That I was interested in Harold by chance, that I overheard Harold's bad reputation by chance, and that there was a little handover in the Knights and the council by chance. As a result of numerous coincidences overlapping, Justus had the opportunity to meet with Harold. Well, when I said the interview, I didn't look directly at each other, but to the extent that I confirmed its appearance from a distance.

The dungeon of the council in Wangdu. That's where we met, a brunette red-eyed boy with arms chained to a wall.

He was the Harold Stokes.

The first impression I got was a wolf.

I am lonely, sharpened, proud, and believe only in myself. It put together such an atmosphere. His eyes were burning in the desperate situation of being imprisoned, chained and awaiting execution. Same color as the eyes, as if they had a deep red flame.

Justus was convinced before he even exchanged one of the words. Oh, he's definitely not a crook or anything. He would have chosen to live without having to choose the means. I don't hate death if I want to live up to my beliefs, which is why I still have those powerful eyes.

If I adorn it with clichés, should I call it "aesthetic evil"? Eustus intuitively realized that he was too sparingly talented to let him die anyway.

I also think that Justus acted swiftly from there. It's been quite a while since I've taken active action that far apart from anything about research.

It hit all the great men and powerful people who had friends through their work and went around with delays in executing them and pleading for help.

But Justus' position is just a scientist. No one appeared to hear his plea until he carried troubles into his back.

That is why Justus took his hand. Even though it was to save Harold's life, it was also to an experiment similar to the curse that he developed himself defined as contraindicated.

Second encounter in the dungeon. With Eustus in sight who appeared before him, Harold spoke his name before anything else.

"Justus Freund......"

"Well, you know me?

"What's a man like you doing here?

"... right, let's not talk futile. If it's not good to sit and wait for death, come here, Harold."

Single entry. Cut straight in from the front.

Trying to read Justus' aim with such words in his mouth, Harold turns a glaring eye to him. I don't expect him to come on board easily, even as Justus. Waiting for him to open his mouth as he takes Harold's gaze.

"That's bullshit. You think you can overturn the verdict you gave me?

"Oh, yeah. I'll make sure to cover it up."

Strongly asserted. It wasn't clear or anything, because I was complacent that with the weapons I had developed and the bargaining technique, that would be possible enough.

If that weapon can be put into practical use, the kingdom can create an invincible army. No one would hesitate to sacrifice the life of one death row prisoner for that. It's not just killing, it's using, mourning, tormenting and killing, so it also lowers the hoarding of those who want Harold's death.

In that case, there are very few opposite voices. There is no such thing as crushing.

"But I'll also say this. If you come down to me, you may be able to taste more hell."

"... what do you mean?

"I have a sword that I developed and had to seal because of the size of the defect. It is a substitute for dramatically improving combat capabilities by absorbing magic from its users. As a side effect, the user is killed and eventually dies. If I'm prepared to wave it at you, I'll let you go."

Uncover it and reveal everything. There are two choices I gave Harold.

Accept death as irresistible here, or die after being granted a slight respite and further ordeal. Either way, death is inevitable. Poke merciless choices.

I don't say noble things like my conscience hurts. If it were true, there would not have been such an option in Harold, and Yustus' principle of conduct was the result of following his interests rather than good intentions.

"... ku"

"Kuku...... hahahahahahaha!

Harold laughs. With a smile, huh?

A laugh stained with evil that frightens those who listen, as if it were echoing from the bottom of the abyss. Too out of place. That doesn't stop, like crazy, just keeps filling the dim dungeons.

"... What's funny?

Before Harold, who is about to be illusioned by the devil, Eustus never asks his will. Then Harold's laughter stops pitting and the wooden spirit that was echoing in the dungeon also subsides.

Silence to visit in one turn. Sweat conveys the temples of Justus. Aware that was cold sweat, I realized I was under pressure by the boy in front of me.

"What's so funny, huh? Can this be without laughing"

That's what Harold answers as he stands up. The arm is pulled backwards by the chain, unable to extend the spine, and its eyes do not let go by capturing Justus, even though it is in a forward position.

Gashan, and the chain rings. Harold tries to walk out without worrying about being connected to the wall, and every time he does, the chain screams.

"More hell? Ready to cut your life and lead to death?

Gashangashan and its sound grows in magnitude.

Blood began to drip from both wrists of Harold, to whom iron rings were attached. Still, he continues to stand back.

"What do you say the extent of that? Don't lick me, Justus."

At last the chain broke a thousand times after making a loud noise. Taking a few steps, Harold grabs the fence of the cell with both hands as it is.

The blood scattered from his wrist tarnished Justus' tedious white coat.

"Give me your sword, give me your strength. I'll tell you what hell you really are and what you're ready for."

"... great, unpleasant answer, Harold"

Harold and Justus laugh at each other. It was a vicious grin that indicated a declaration of war on each other, the opposite of the pitch.