My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Having finished his shape-only excursion, Harold decided to go straight back to the Berlioz mansion alongside Erica. Erica walks behind Harold's steps silently, not saying anything in particular after she puts a smile on her face.

In the meantime, Harold manages to regain his peace.

It was a lost cause that caught my eye earlier. I can't deny it worked that I was accidentally held by a hand, but that's never a romantic emotion.

It is an irresistible reaction as a man to become more or less aware because a beauty like Erica took my hand. That's why there's no such thing as a special meaning.

Not to mention the roles of Harold and Erica, and the fact that I know my future waiting for this world can't be attracted to her.

Harold has settled down a lot as he arranges negative matters that way.

By and large, the earlier act was Erica's tease, a prank. Physical age is the same, but spiritually Harold is ten years older. It involves a man's voucher even if a good old adult is taken by the hand of a little girl who is not even twenty years old.

Harold secretly thinks it's already working. The disturbed heartbeat and the heat on his face had already completely subsided.

"I'm sorry," he apologized to Aurelian, who was waiting to arrive at the mansion without a thing, and the noon event became a carriage of running into the water.

I worked quite a bit of disrespect but no blame. On the contrary, I feel tongue-wrapped about Itsuki's negotiating skills, which I responded to by remaining on that occasion, such as being apologized for the other way around. It seems that the title of the next head of the Smeragi family is not Dada.

I am determined to do what I was asked to do to show my gratitude to Itsuki. Well, if Itsuki hadn't even asked me to do it in the first place, I wouldn't have worked disrespectfully on Aurelian, but I decided to see it that way to boost my morale, which I was never motivated to do. It's not something I've figured out what punishment I'd be punished by Itsuki or Yustus if I lost my hand and failed.

And within an hour of Harold and Erica returning, the celebration began. Apparently, most of the attendees were in the venue while they were rocked by small boats.

The protagonists Itsuki and Silvi, after greeting each other on the stage, were thankful to the participants as they circled the venue. The two of them happen to be buried in the crowd and invisible.

But even so, only a limited number of people can speak at a time, and the crowd does not fall inside. Then the rest of us get shabby and start moving thoughtfully, chatting among the participants, tongue-in-cheek at the dishes and drinks being behaved, or get into the dance as the orchestra performs live.

The most common of these was the numbness, if I may say so to the entity.

Nevertheless, it is also not a temporary act as seen throughout the city, but is intended to be a facial connection to form a future companion or connection. That's just the son of a nobleman or a big merchant. All of those socialities are so high.

And Harold was somehow anticipating it, too, but he was breathtakingly pathetic at the birth of a famous family, and Erica, who wasn't married then, was prone to be such a human target. The venue was also home to many beautifully dressed, somewhere ladylike ladies, but Erica is the most popular for her disconnect.

That meant that Harold would be busy if he did his job. One by one, we beat the men who attack Erica with verbal violence, but that number increases rather than decreases.

At the end of the day, a similar hedge was formed around Erika as the Itsuki and the others.

"Beautiful lady, may I have your name?"

"Could you dance with me for a song?

"Why don't you get out of here and come into my room? I have a secret wine."

The men whisper their mouths inviting complaints. Three people were the limit for Harold, who is not a holy prince, to hear at the same time. And the other voices I couldn't hear until the content are picked up by my ears as murmurs.

It's extremely cumbersome. And Harold's presence next to Erica seemed intentionally ignored. In other words, Harold is surrounded by all.

I'm not going to be able to pack any more or softly. Erica is also confused and anxious to respond.

I try to respond to all the discipline as well, but every time I answer it, I get three or four voices, so it's like I can't catch up. Erica only has one mouth, so naturally.

It was the limit of patience.

Harold breaks in with the men trying to shelter Erica with one arm. Even when it got to that point, I couldn't seem to ignore them, and I started to awesome with a voice that had changed and conceived the prick from hitting Erica.

"What about you? I need you to stay out of my way."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Not at all. Know what it's like for a man like you to stand next to Erica."

"Shut up about what? Did Night's Eve scare you?

Intensive fire of malice.

As for Harold, to this extent and so on, it is no longer enough to switch. Instead, I was worried about their behavior as a teacher on the other hand, not being able to slap their mouth like that often towards someone with no identity.

Some people will know that Erica is the sister of Itsuki, the guest of honor, and I doubt they will consider Harold, who has always been with that Erica, an associate of Smeragi, or Berlioz.

Well, basically, when I attend these events, I memorize the faces, names, titles, etc. of the people involved, so I guess I'm looking low at Harold, who doesn't belong on that list. Or maybe he's blind to Erica's beauty.

I don't care about that. I drive the idea to the corner of my head. Now the question is how to disperse them.

There's no way you're carrying a weapon on such a blatant occasion, and first of all, acts of violence are absolutely deliberate. If we make a scene, we'll be watering the corner celebrations.

Oral persuasion is not even worth attempting. It is the mountain of Sekiyama that stirs them up, curses them, and roughs things up where they have tried.

So what do we do? This is all I could think of for Harold.

Eliminate useless emotions while exhaling a little longer. What we need is a pure intent to kill.

Recognize the men in front of you as strong and clear enemies. That's enough resentment to rival Justus. That's how I lit my heart, a rocking, burning, icy flame.

Develop wild enemies, rolling harms, pure killing intentions as a blend. Harold put it on the word and showered the men with all mercy.

"Scatter."

Just two letters. But what was contained there was too dense a phantom of death.

That's what I was hoping you'd get away with frightening me.

But Harold's unleashed intent to kill - the power of killing was no longer such a dimension. No one can move off the spot. Regardless, it wasn't ineffective.

It worked too well. There's no way you can withstand a human being who's never been prepared to die or dived through a dead line, or even feel the physical pressure to kill.

Dosari, I heard a noise. If you look at it, the man was losing his popularity and falling. As that signaled, the other men collapse with bumps.

Reactions vary from those who faint in the same way, to those who fall back and tremble in fear, to those who enlighten their own death and beg for their lives in tears.

That was an unusual sight. It attracts the attention of nature and the surroundings.

From the gap in the crowd, I could see Itsuki just placing his right hand on his head with “ahhh”.

Oddly enough, Harold was in the exact same mood.

With this day at the border, such a story will spread pragmatically among the nobles.

"The son of the Smeragi family has a watchdog who also eats and kills Reapers".

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Dead, I thought. To be more precise, he was killed.

But both are mistakes.

I did have the feeling of a sword piercing my abdomen. Or he was visionary about getting his neck amputated.

It was the killing spirit unleashed by someone who made it so.

But it wasn't meant for me. At the end of the man's gaze he looked back, there were many human beings lying down, at the centre of which was a beautiful woman dressed in a kimono and the figure of a young man standing to protect her.

It would be that young man who let go of his killer temper to observe from the circumstances. I don't care what you think of just killing, and giving an image of death as clear as the aftermath alone.

Who is that young man, how strong the hell is he, and why is he in a place like this? Various questions come to mind, but I didn't care about that.

His eyes were nailed to the beautiful woman next to the youth. A wreath of flowers illuminated by the moonlight, poor and frivolous. How bright flowers and vibrant butterflies will look in front of her, even sumptuous views like paradise.

So much vibrant beauty. He instantly slipped out of his head, such as the presence of a youth, and if he noticed, he was speaking to her.

"It's the best luck of my life to see you today. I want to share this splendor with you. First of all, let me know your name."

"... My name is Erica Smeragi and I am the Smeragi family's son. Please let me know."

"Oh, Erica! It's a beautiful name like that. I'm Francis J. Arklight.

Man - Francis' words are blocked by the youth. The young man still standing next to Erica mentioned the name of Francis, who had not yet been named.

Disbelief builds on Francis. Because he was set to attend this event quickly. In other words, his name is not on the pre-informed roster of participants. That would mean that this young man knew about Francis from the beginning.

"Do you know me? Well, I'm famous."

"Especially bad femininity."

"Huh...! You seem to know me really well. But that information is no longer true."

Francis knelt on one knee and took Erica's hand.

"Because my heart has already been dedicated to Erica!

"Dear Arklight, even if you are abruptly offered such a thing..."

"Arklight and other people behave! Call me Fran."

Erica was confused by Francis' fierce attack. but this is also his style.

Passionately if you dictate a woman, push even more if you can't. That's how Francis has captivated so many women so far.

But now I'm convinced that meeting Erica and all I've done so far has been train her to make her my own.

That's not all. Both the natural sweet mask and the pulsating inherited blood muscles are all destined to be given by God not to be inferior to Erica.

If you want to hold back that fate, even if it's a monster that can kill people just for killing, it will be challenging, and it will necessarily make you grab victory. With such a temper, Francis turned his attention to the youth.

The eyes of the intercepted youth were just indifferent to not caring about such temper etc. Exactly. Francis is also plunged into the void.

I thought there was a little more reaction.

"That's surprising. You're not gonna go in there and stop me?

"You don't seem like an elephant rolling around. Do it yourself."

That's what the young man said and kept his back on the wall with his arms together. I could see from his attitude that he wasn't really interested or anything.

Isn't he Erica's pardon or squire?

Many questions remain, but it is convenient when it comes to staying out of the way. I thought so. I tried to resume my attack on Erica, on Francis' shoulder.

"Well, if only we could forgive him."

Such a young man's line and some kind of hand was put on him.

That hand is so powerful that it seems to crush your shoulders. I remembered that the pain had triggered something.

She was past distracted by her first name, but she did call herself Smeragi. Francis had one friend with that name.

Horrible looking back. It was Itsuki Smeraghi who was there to such an extent that he could be called a friend.

Having instantly grasped the situation and the relationship, Francis said it without getting lost.

"Itsuki, let me call you brother-in-law from today on"

"I was letting you call me. Like! Get Erica's hands off me, you porn demon!

Itsuki's fury echoed heavenly in Berlioz 'mansion.