My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

A near-perfect unintentional hit. The sword swings sharply, and avoidance will be difficult to defend at this time. Before that blow, Harold concludes:

What, to this extent -.

Avoidance is only a general view, and from Harold's point of view, it's going to be too hand-drilled and yawning.

The action Harold took only lowered his right half in such a motion as to take a dance step. But that's all the other sword cut off the sky.

If you look closely, the raider's prey was a wooden knife. Powerful but less capable of killing, it's not enough for Harold's threat because of the power he can feel from slashing.

Raiders who have emptied an attack from the Great Upper Stage are exposed to deadly gaps. It is easy to remain powerless and restrained. I would only see about Harold's foot in the current position where I was at the forefront.

Harold kicked both fists together holding the wooden knife with his left foot. The raider is bounced off a wooden knife and groans in severe pain. A distressingly distorted face turned up reflexively.

He may look older than his real age because of his tough face and linkanic chin, although he looks like he's in his fifties. Well, it's information that doesn't matter about the age of the raider, and Harold unleashes a pursuit on the man.

Pull the kicked up leg back like a pendulum and see a heel drop on the other person's shoulder. Though it added or subtracted, it felt pretty good, but the man wearing the flexing muscles managed to stay on his feet. The price is a moment of rigidity.

While admiring his unexpected sturdiness, Harold grips the wooden knife he kicked up earlier as he pivots backwards with his left foot on the shoulder of a man he can't move. He swung down the wooden knife while slightly lowering the level of addition and subtraction as he adjusted his posture in the air.

The man who is finally untied here tries to defend his head by crossing his arms. Still, if you take the attack, your arms will crumble. Though I thought so, the slaughter by the wooden knife was hampered by a stiff response and metal noise.

I can see glossy matter peeking through the gaps in torn clothing. Ninja, say hello. He was letting something like a cage hand lurk in his cuff. Maybe he's not fit for his physique and he's good at those fighting styles.

But I can't kill him until the impact where I've prevented him. The defeated raider tries to retreat, but Harold doesn't miss out on the chase. He slapped his knee into the man's abdomen as he grabbed the collar neck and drew it closer.

"Ha!

A man exhales with his spit. Though I thought it was dirty, I slammed the man's right wrist with my left hand against the wall with the propulsion produced at the speed of holding on when I grabbed his head with my right hand.

Bacon! An awesome noise sounds.

That made it a decision. The man with his whole body against the wall showed no resistance to it, and if you let go of his hand to try it, he would collapse cheating with his white eyes peeled off. The wall behind it is dented and contains some cracks as well. Seemed pretty tough but couldn't stand this blow.

But the pure question of what's good in repelling the Raiders makes Harold's mouth.

"Who is this guy?"

Itsuki gave me that answer in the Great Hall, where silence reigns for some reason.

"... the person is Aurelian Berlioz. The owner of the Berlioz family."

……

Harold was confused. To the fact that the raiders are actually the masters of this house and have relentlessly beaten their masters.

But if Itsuki's words are true, new questions arise.

"Well, that means that the extremely barbaric acts of today are a fluent way of welcoming Berlioz guests, right?

Harold, who honestly thinks if he's found out who he is, he doesn't need to be questioned and attacked, but he also needs to be heard there for his own safety during his stay. Even though I was distracted by it and my usual taste burst.

"I don't have a word to give back. I'm sorry I put you in danger. I apologize on behalf of my stupid husband."

It was a mature woman with an intelligent impression that the word Madame fits perfectly when she said that without even moving Harold's taste. It seems this woman is my wife that she called me a fool by pointing to Aurelian.

Next to her there was also a woman with light blue hair of pigment, thought to be about twenty years old, and a girl guarding Harold with a cuddly and alert eye on her waist. Perhaps one of those... is almost certainly Silvi, whom the former is Itsuki's wedding partner. I tried not to think about the latter possibility.

And I don't care. There was no sign that the three of them were worried about Aurelian. The great black pillar of the poor family.

Then in the game, Erica, who plays a healing role, healed Aurelian with just the healing magic. He seemed to have grown well besides his appearance, and he was so happy as Harold that his exclamation leaked as he watched Erica use her magic.

By the way, the first word of the revived Aurelian was, "I liked it when you took the eagle to your palm with ease! was." That made a good impression, and Aurelian's assessment in Harold has been confirmed by the brain muscle.

If you ask him, does he confirm his strength by doing the same to a promising young man? Naturally Itsuki was also raided, and he dealt with it brilliantly. Maybe that's why we even got to talking about marrying Silvi.

It's just a nuisance from Harold.

Now I'm like, "Because of this, why don't we all have lunch?" Silvi - Harold's predictions were met - is all in the middle of lunch about the round table by his suggestion. This is modest because meals are also available at celebrations that begin in the evening.

It was Harold who had overcome the initial introduction and later managed to thorough into the air, but could not be outside the mosquito net because he was caught in the face of Aurelian next to him on the left and Itsuki next to him on the right.

"But I didn't know Itsuki had a friend like Lord"

I whined about that while Aurelian stroked your proud Linkanic beard. I know you don't call me Lincoln because there's no Lincoln in this world, but Harold doesn't know what else to call me.

"Was it unexpected?

"Surprisingly, young men these days are weak. I prefer a strong, spirited young man like you and Lord."

"Thank you"

……

Yeah, nodding Aurelian and Itsuki smiling and thanking her. And Harold piercing silence all unrelated. The brain muscle thought circuit is difficult to create when it is reputed to be pneumatic and so on in that response.

"I'm also convinced of Itsuki's strength because Smeragi is a Takeshi family heirloom, but I wonder if Mr. Lord's house is as well?

But the silent resistance was also more or less an unanswerable question was asked from Aurelian's wife, Bridget, with her mouth shut.

Harold made up his mind that there would be follow-ups from Itsuki if he had to.

"The house has nothing to do with it. My own talent."

Around where the word workout translates into talent rather than effort is just arrogant Harold. Well, you're right if you're talented and right because you work out just the same and grow stronger faster.

And the trouble is, Aurelian has eaten up on the word talent.

"I often say talent! Lord, how long have you been holding your sword?

"Eight years ago."

"Since I was ten years old when? You're a slow start compared to the powerful people I know. So if it's that strength, then talent isn't a lie."

"Of course."

"By the way, what kind of workouts have you had?

Oh, I'd love to hear that, too.

Itsuki rides into the conversation. Sylvie and Bridget seemed interested, too. Noelia, the three women of the Berlioz family, seems indifferent and clung to Erica in the next seat. I want you to stay put for three days. That would dramatically reduce Harold's work and hard work.

"I didn't do anything special. If I had time, I'd just be waving my sword and hunting monsters."

"You used to be unscrupulous and worn out a few times. I was surprised when I came to show my face with a broken bone."

"Well, that was tough."

"It looks painful..."

"I used to venture similar impotence and recklessness. Maybe it fits with Lord!

It doesn't fit, and it poisons me inside. I don't hate hot blooded guys, but I don't have half the heat, so I want to keep a moderate distance.

"But you didn't really build up any special workouts. He said if I had time, how long would that be?

That's what Harold remembers when he just realized this world. I had a lot to think about and turn my hands on, but there were only children and little time restraints.

It was driven by the obsessive notion that we had to stay strong for the future, and it also combined with the dissipation of anxiety and stress caused by having this problem. It would also have been a lot of fun that the game moves could actually be used.

Anyway, not as good as now. I remember letting things say to my inexhaustible health from that time on, and really literally spending all my free time working out.

"I didn't specify it clearly, but on average, it's about ten hours a day"

"" "" "... Huh?

Everyone's reactions were consistent, except Noelia. Erica was also listening, apparently, while she was fine with Noelia.

Or shouldn't Erica know because she was staying at Stokes' mansion? Thought so, but I was basically pulling cages then, and Harold cared about people's eyes, and the workout was hiding away. Come to think of it, no freak would observe it for the first time in ten hours, even if he saw it.

"Ten...... eh, ten hours? In twenty-four hours?

"What else is there?"

I'll give it back, Harold, but I can also understand Itsuki being confused. Even Harold thinks he's crazy if someone's been working out for ten hours a day.

There was just a reason Harold had to be absolutely strong. And the talent that would make me as strong as I could if I did it, and the body that could wave my sword forever, had, above all, a strong will to repel death. That's why I call it a craftsman.

What would they react if they found out here that they are now ranking up to an average of twelve hours a day? When there is no work from Justus, there is nothing that can be done about it.

"Apparently, there's a difference between you and Lord in your perception of the word" special. "

"If you think so, that's your limit (* that's not true)"

The air in the field freezes. I threw up "you" at the head of this house against my face.

Aurelian's shoulder is shaking with a blurb. And when he stood up, aurelian looked up to heaven and exclaimed.

"I'm ashamed of myself! It was a small idea, such as cutting it off because I couldn't do it! You can't pick a talent like Lord, it's the extreme of stupidity!

I wasn't angry. I have to say that I was sweetening the thought circuit of strength = value of the brain muscle.

However, it did not change that it was a situation that seemed troublesome to die in.

One screamed Aurelian regained her composure and asked this with a serious look as she grabbed Harold's shoulder with both of those pairs of hands.

"Lord, why don't you take Noelia as your wife?

You seem to have lost your mind.

Harold wouldn't be bad for having responded with a spinal reflex to something that blew too much. The bad news is Aurelian's head. After all, human thoughts dominated by muscles up to the brain are incomprehensible.

Noelia (age eight), who was suddenly about to be made to dowry, also speaks out in protest.

"Lorde's daughter-in-law is nasty! I'm scared!"

"This is my wish. I don't have a hobby for marrying a girl."

"Don't worry. I'm gonna be a beauty in ten years."

Certainly Noelia is a beautiful girl and based on precedents like Bridget and Silvi would transform her into a beautiful woman.

But that's not what I'm trying to say. Irritability builds up in Harold's heart.

"Whatever, I'll give you a room in this mansion. So Noelia and..."

"... shut up"

"Don't worry if you persuade my parents. I'll take care of it."

"Shut up."

"Itsuki and I will be brothers and bad stories..."

"I'm telling you to shut up! For me -!"

Blood instantly rose on Harold's head in front of Aurelian, who gladly recommended her engagement to her own daughter. A flash of fury.

But the anger was considerable. Everyone is under pressure because of Harold's anger.

The person in question had returned to me where he stood up screaming and had lost his words. That did not come from regret for leaving oneself to the emotions of the moment.

I'm stunned. On the line that I'm about to get out of my mouth now. You can say I'm desperate.

- I have Erica.

My gaze turned to Erica before I realized it. Her gaze also captures Harold again.

It's a natural enemy. It's a nasty opponent. That's what bothers her with her eyes. Harold desperately justifies that.

"Shit, I don't feel good"

Harold, distracted from his eyes, spits such a discarding dialogue to escape the Great Hall while no one is able to move.

Anyway, now I needed time and a place to chill out.