My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

After Harold walked away, what was left in the Great Hall was awkward air. Despite his disrespectful attitude, his sword curtain was so compelling that no one could possibly blame it.

In that, Erica saw the color in Harold's eyes. It's deep deep, the color of despair.

Words Harold was about to say. If we deduce from his humanity and what he has said and done so far, the continuation of the word is guided by itself.

- I don't need a fiancée.

Perhaps this is what I almost said.

I can't even guess why I hesitated, but I felt like the despair in those eyes had something to do with it.

"I'm sorry. I apologize for his disrespect."

Itsuki bows his head to Mr. and Mrs. Berlioz. In contrast, the two returned that they did not need to be sick.

"No, that's okay. It was my husband who said insensitive things. Instead, it's Aurelian who apologizes."

"Um, you certainly weren't thinking about how Lord felt. What if he already has someone he wants?

"It's..."

I look at Erica sideways as Itsuki says. From the look of it, Aurelian seemed to have guessed something.

"What if Erica did? And I'm sorry to hear that."

Well, if you look at Itsuki's reaction now, you naturally think so. They also know a story about a boy named Harold poking Erica into breaking her engagement five years ago.

But that's just a story. I don't think the young man I was talking to is the same person as the boy in question. That's why I came to the conclusion that Lord might be my new fiancée.

That can be right and wrong. And the answer Harold wants is the latter.

"Never mind. That's not how Lord and I do things."

That's why Erica answered. Decide not to see Itsuki's sad expression.

Still, Erica's heart broke.

"So there's someone else?

"... you haven't heard those stories. I've known Lord for quite a while, but I don't really want to talk about myself."

Yes, a man named Harold really doesn't know what he's thinking. Of course, Erica and Itsuki have heard the bad reviews about Harold, but neither of us believe that.

He is more intentionally misled than misunderstood because of his words and actions….

He bore the stigma of a killer to help a set of parents and children, played a hated role and turned his hand around so Erica could break the engagement without being sick, risking his life to save many Knights and the Star Wings to take over the enemy. The result is the current situation.

Too irrational a trick. Still, even though there are many things he can prove innocent, he doesn't, he just accepts.

"You're a mysterious person."

"You could say that. But I'm not a bad person. Because he can stand up for someone and fight to protect people."

"You're a samurai right! Now I'd like to make a formal arrangement."

"You can't stand in front of the load with your half-baked strength. I..."

Aurelian exhilarates once again. Itsuki, who had worked well together, began to tell us about his battle with Harold and make him listen.

The awkward air fogs it on the occasion.

But a little anxiety remained in Erica's chest.

eyes that reflected that despair in colour. Never before has Harold had such an eye.

Erica was hallucinating at that time as if she had broken her knee in front of her fate. Whatever it is, it is hallucinations. Maybe I'm just overly worried.

But Erica has learned that Harold isn't all about strength, he has the weakness of a crowd. He is strong because he always fights his inner weakness and steps on that weakness.

That's Harold's way of life. He fights his weakness, he fights evil, he fights monsters, he fights the world.

Maybe even myself is an enemy to Harold. Is that why he wants strength to the point of excess?

It is not normal to train for ten hours a day since childhood. I mean, Harold should have had the need to do that.

As if I am forced by a fate I was born with.

(... as if "planted” to fight)

Intuitively those words crossed Erica's back of the brain.

Along with the worst images that make you want to tremble in the chills, the seeds of destiny that invite you to nest in Harold's body are still about to blossom.

Deny it. That can't be happening.

Still came to mind but the unpleasant image crept to my head and I couldn't peel it off.

I'm anxious because that's all I care about Harold, and also because I don't know much about him. It makes me so anxious because I don't know what Harold thinks and what he feels.

Then you just need to know. Even if Harold doesn't want it, he should act without hesitation if he thought it would do him good, trying to make Harold hate him.

Even if the result becomes inconvenient to me.

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I forgot me and jumped out, Harold, but I couldn't wander around the stranger's house, thinking I might get lost myself without a land survey even if I jumped out there, and eventually I was elbowing into the trunk of the land bridge across the waterway and peering into the water, keeping the Berlioz mansion visible.

(I did...)

So much so that now I'm likely to understand the stereotypical statement of the culprits that I used to hear on TV, "I did it in a cool way". Of course I have reflections and regrets.

When I made an excuse, I was suddenly confused by the "improbable emotions” that boiled in me. I tried to be hated for eight years now, and I almost ran my mouth about the person who had done all I could to dissolve my engagement, reflexively being my own pardon.

I mean...

"Will that ever happen......!

Dismiss your own thoughts with a low voice like a groan.

That is definitely not a romantic emotion. Harold is also a young, healthy man. I'm just temporarily lost in blood because of what I saw as a fantastic Erica. If you say so, it is caused by physiological phenomena, sexual desire. Must be, convince me.

But there was another problem. It was that he did not say no to Aurelian and withdrew on his own with an infidelity and decadence.

Even though the opponent has a problem, according to Itsuki, Aurelian is the leader of the region. The Berlioz family would be better off compared to Harold's. Such a young man imitated so many licks. No wonder I will eat a ban on going in and out for the rest of my life.

Then the request from Itsuki cannot be accomplished and I do not know what Yustus will say.

I'm going to go apologize for being calm, but it's extremely difficult to tell you a solid thank you. It's more likely to get worse than not.

I don't know what to do, and dusk Harold.

"What are you doing in such a place?

He turns aggressively to a voice he can't possibly hear.

And what I saw, Erica standing in a kimono in the streets reminiscent of medieval Europe, was somewhere floating away. Maybe a horribly neat look is clapping at it.

Even though I'm not faceless, I can't read my emotions from that face right now, and Harold feels something thin about it.

"It's on my own. What are you doing here?

"My brother said I might be lost"

"Don't treat me like a toddler. It's offensive."

"I don't care if you hit me."

Well, that's true. Anyway, I'm talking about Itsuki, so I can assume that "if you comfort Harold now, it's Ichikoro," and so on, you ruined Erica's back with good reason. It was also pathetic of her to be swung more than Harold in that sense.

"Then go back and report it to your brother. Don't worry about it."

"I'd love to, but even for me, I'd like to ask Harold something."

"That's what you want to hear?

I think of it when they say it. Itsuki kept Harold's presence a secret from Erica.

Then it was only natural to wonder why Harold was here. I suppose I should have explained it when we met face to face, but Itsuki wiped out such an atmosphere and time.

He is a man who is good at creating troubles to make.

"Whoa, lady, you're dressed like you don't see it. Tourism?

A voice like that accidentally breaks in between us. The Lord of the Voice is a man with healthy tight muscles on his burnt and blackened skin in the day. I can tell at a glance that I'm a sailor based on my running shirt, my trousers, my barefoot sandals, and a bandana wrapped around my head.

At the same time I could understand what he had been speaking for.

"I'm not getting on that boat."

stops installed in the waterway. Unlike one boat there, a small boat for movement or carriage, a boat with simple decorations was moored. The size and shape of the boat is no different from those of the surrounding boat, but it has a cruise ship feel.

This sailor probably owns that ship.

"Well, don't say that. Don't show her what she's worth."

A sailor who doesn't show his face even when left unscathed. On the contrary, I misunderstood Harold and Erica as lovers.

I guess it's not weird from a third-party perspective. The problem is that it is quite a landmine for each other.

Feeling troubled by the sailor, Harold tries to walk away from the spot. It was an unexpected word that stopped the leg.

"Right. Then I'd like you both to join me."

I doubted my ears. If Erica's going to be on that cruise ship, you can do whatever you want.

But she said two. It is unlikely that those two will refer to anything other than Harold and Erica in this situation.

"... I don't see the samurai?

"Yuno is helping you set up the venue."

I bet it was a slight possibility, Harold, but what's that? Get a response that just says so. After all, she and Harold are trying to get on a boat.

I really don't know how many of them Erica thinks. You shouldn't have to go out of your way to get on the boat if you just want to talk. Harold's head gets confused without thinking of a consistent answer.

Erica took Harold's hand, as if she had anticipated such a gap.

"Shall we go, Master Harold?"

"Hey, what are you...!

"But if you don't, why don't you take a ride?

"Naturally! Why do you think I'm you... just get your hands off me!

"If you want to cross with Master Harold, it's just enough to be pretty forceful," said my brother.

"Don't trust his words!

"I didn't. It's convenient to use."

Extra poor quality. If my brother is my brother, my sister is my sister.

I can decide that persuasion in words is impossible, and when this happens, I can use my strength to try to shake it off thoughtfully. but somehow I can't shake it off well.

No matter how many times I try, my powers run away over here. It's like pushing your arm against a warm curtain.

It was Erica holding Harold's left hand that gave me the answer to such an overly puzzling phenomenon.

"Did Master Harold know about the" temperament "thing? Aikichi is one of the physical procedures, simply a technique that deprives the other person of their physical freedom."

Harold sweats cold at the words.

Erica, speaking pale, had mysterious awesomeness. Everything is a little scary.

(I know, but why is there an aikido in this world!

It's strange that Erica can use Aikido first, even if it existed by conceding a hundred steps.

There were no physical commands present in Erica in the original game. Physical attacks are only archery, and on top of that, they should be the backward supporting character of a bee called Magic Specialization.

And yet how can you be like such an aikido master?

Apparently Erica was undergoing an evolution she hadn't made it into Harold's prediction.

"No way, the lady was more worthy - hey. It's a lot harder when a woman's stronger, huh? Come on, colored man."

The sailor pounds Harold's back to comfort him with a mixed look of surprise and sympathy.

Very dissatisfied, but unable to shake Erica's hand off in the end, Harold is taken to the small boat as he savors the shame of collecting curious gazes from his surroundings as "a badly eyed man who summons as a waking beauty draws his hand”.

It was Harold who didn't seem as if the boat was a crossing of the river plain.