My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Harrison said a great deal about salvation, etc., but the order he gave was to gather treasures scattered throughout the kingdom as expected. The treasure in this case is like a weapon, including the sword that is kept in the Griffith family.

Some of them are temporarily in Harrison's hands, but eventually become the property of the main party. It just sounds like burglary when I say this, but I can't help it because gameplay makes it a weapon to acquire.

Incidentally, this treasure is set to be the legendary weapon that cut off the supermassive solid astral body that is the nucleus of this planet. It is a substitute that the method of processing solid astral bodies has been lost from inheritance, so they will never be able to produce it again.

Its value is either a national treasure or there is no complaint about its global importance. You use them in fights, so it's a big deal how the liver sits at the main party. Well, there's no point in telling them that, and since the continent sinks if you fight and defeat without them, you won't have to think about which way the scale tilts if you weigh the cultural property value of the weapon against the fate of the world.

It's more critical that this finally kicks off the original story than that. Harold's got to move too.

The first thing Harrison instructed me to do was go to the liner. Only keep the actions you can take before then.

The day before the start of work. Harold was in a restaurant. This store is used to exchange information with Elle about the breath of the Giffelt clan.

It feels lonely on the face of it, but it is quite beautiful in the shop. I was passed through a private room when I told the store person the number I had been given beforehand.

That's a tavern-like system, and a few minutes to wait, remembering the world before. A private room door opened and Elle, the waiting person, came in.

Now Elle is basically in the hub of Frieri. But when I want to talk to you in person, I can go through the conversation here, and if I do what you're told, it's just around the corner where I showed up on a well-specified date and time. How elaborate and secret a network of information does it have?

"Hi, I'm sorry to keep you waiting"

"Sit down."

"Still no foreshadow."

Oh, man, things like that make Elle take a seat.

There was one thing I had to check before I got to the point.

"You really don't leak the conversation here, do you?

"I assure you. I'm paying people, and I'm constantly being watched for suspicious people. If there's anything strange, you'll be rewarded soon."

If Elle says that much, he'll be fine. So convinced, Harold started talking about his plans for tomorrow and beyond.

"Tomorrow I leave King's Capital on the orders of a man named Harrison. Does Harrison know?

"Of course. You recently became the kingdom's military minister."

"That's also the result of Justus pulling the thread behind it. I don't know if he realizes it, but leaving King's Capital is also due to Justus' ruse."

"That smells like trouble again. What's the key purpose?

"Enter to steal a sword hidden in a private house"

"What a soft-hearted job, Harold."

"Leave him alone. We don't talk unless we show our faces, we carry out Harrison's orders as dolls with no language function."

"So Harrison doesn't know that the doll contains Harold. Who are we?

"There are two of them, but this is a real doll that Justus made by twisting around the body of the Star Wings. Like I said, there is no language function, and perhaps something called emotion is also completely eliminated. So you'll be a soldier without fear, without fear of death just to carry out the orders given."

Harold explains that doesn't change Elle's expression or complexion. I guess it doesn't work to this extent.

I wondered if that was also a sign that Elle had dived a non-half-breed training ground. We are very reliable while we are on our side. As for Harold, he is a man who wants to sit down and retain himself in his own camp because it is visible that the situation will suffer once and for all if he is discerned.

"Is there anything to be wary of about those two?

"Justus is free to move on his own orders. I'll take my orders, but he's got a higher priority. It seems suspicious if the information that there is no language function is also true. I never crossed the line without giving you any extra information."

"Which means Harold will be moving behind Justus again," he said.

You're right, but when they say that again, it makes me feel heavy. Even with original knowledge, such as behind Yustus, it is in a state of contour.

So much so that I am anxious that nothing is really found out by Justus at the moment in the first place.

"So how do I get involved as a frieri in this matter?

Elle approaches the heart of the story. As you can see from this word, Elle is already involved in the operation of Frieri.

I am, but it was unclear to Harold when and how he came into contact with the organization. I only know that the first contact was over when Harold returned from the celebration at the Berlioz family, where he was feathered to participate in the Itsuki trap.

I can't imagine how you scratched Justus' surveillance, which would have definitely happened. Based on time and the location of the stronghold, it would be a calculation in time if Elle hadn't moved out the day after or the day after he crowned it as a date and rolled it out to the king's capital by three.

But Harold himself knows Elle didn't make that move.

I don't know if you used the power of an organization called Giffelt, but it's a substandard group to create nevertheless.

"Redhead man liner and blonde woman Colette. Perhaps these two will come after us."

"That's specific. Do you know him?"

"... that's the place. From now on, support those two as frieries."

"I mean, isn't work just for this one?"

"Oh, and I'll just say that will lead to your petition."

"... I see. If that's the case, let's come more than just the whole spirit."

"Do that. However, this time it is enough to keep your face connected. And you don't know me, and naturally you don't know me."

"He told me to treat him with a body that Looks like there's another situation going on. What about prying?"

"Don't."

Copy that.

There were many puzzling points Elle would have questioned as well, but in the end no pursuit came.

I suppose you thought you wouldn't even try to hear it out. It is a gratifying reaction as Harold, who may be bored out by mundane things.

"But isn't that going to be hostile to Harold?

"I don't mind. It can't be my threat where it happens."

Of course not, but there is no direct involvement of Frieri when Harold and Reiner fight in the first place.

Essentially, El is the main provider of information as needed. If we change the way we say it, guidance to make it work as it was originally made will be more important.

Actually, there aren't as many scenes that rely on the power of Frielli as there is in fact, but I still had to let them establish more than they could possibly pack without Frielli on the story.

But when you say you have to, it becomes a trump card that you have the strength to deploy what you want.

Other than what is assumed from the original, it should not be in vain to have established it over time, given the emergencies.

After that, it was dissolved by arranging for a fine move of the day and a meeting place to communicate.

And the next day, Harold left the king's capital with the two examples. Half a day aboard an empty ship, from which it was stuffed by a public carriage by road and rocked, plus three days aboard a carriage. Finally we reached the village of Brousch, where the liners live, and the town at the end of their eyes and noses.

First, buy some time until Elles rendezvous while staying overnight in this town in the name of healing the fatigue of the long journey.

So it is Inn first. I took three rooms for one person at a time.

Harold wanted his own private time and space, but he also had some thoughts about them.

It's called a doll, it's two people who don't have a name, they don't even have emotions, but they're still living people. Exhaustion is also debilitating if you don't eat or sleep. And there were scenes in the game where it was as if the emotions I was supposed to have lost had returned.

They are human beings. That's what Justus himself, the producer, said that the emotion that seemed to be losing was just sleeping. It's just a hopeful observation, but if you survive to the end, there's a chance you'll go back to normal.

Harold didn't want those two to seem like dolls or tools, and he didn't.

Maybe he felt guilty. They became captives in that battle in the Bertis Forest.

If I could have stood around better, these two might not have gotten caught up like this.

Regardless, it's an emotional mindset and it's hard to say that Harold has a nonsense if we logically sort out the situation. It's not like this if Justus or Harrison hadn't happened.

So if Harold is guilty, that's a mistake. It's also an emotion because I can't break it even if I think so.

Nevertheless, Harold decided to act together in a "respect as much as possible as an individual" stance for now, as he was going to be unable to move when he was thinking about something extra.

To do this, first, I give an order to push the two of you into the room and rest tightly to restore fatigue. But if you don't, you'll be bawling until tomorrow night while sitting in your room. I am obedient to orders, but it was troublesome not to take any action other than orders.

Next time, Harold strolls through the town he visited for the first time, thinking about whether he should also give an order to "do what is necessary to sustain his life voluntarily".

Standing out is the usual black coat. If there is a difference, there is only one sword with no philosophy, unlike the two that are usually used by swords that fall back on their hips.

If you use such a distinctive weapon against your liner opponent, you will later find out who the black robe is, so it's a preventative measure.

By the way, the black robe that serves as a trademark for the threesome is not feather-woven. If you wander around dressed like that, you risk being mistaken for a suspicious person, and being a pair of black robes makes it easier for people to remember. I wanted to minimize the likelihood that I would be followed in the footsteps from outside the liner because I am certain I will be a burglar at the border tomorrow night.

That's why I was slightly anxious to be noticed that Harold was the one who drowned his bad reputation for walking face-to-face, but he was worried about the country town alone. There was no point pointing fingers or anything that seemed more likely. I guess Harold's name is no longer known, either, in proportion to keeping him away from the King's capital.

Thanks to this, I was able to take a relaxing stroll. Though not in a touristic sense, it was a stroll with zero entertainment elements: confirmation of the escape route used to escape from this town and indulgence of a place that seemed good for rendezvous with El.

Harold comes up with something on the road like that.

Speaking of which, I would either get my real name out of the two Star Wings or, if that's not possible, I would give it a name. It would be more convenient and intimate.

Even if language functions are lost, they are not even losing their intelligence or their ability to think. Unless you're in a situation where your memory's been erased or something, it looks like you could use a brush talk.

I have a plan! I'm discouraged by my own brain, which took me days to realize such an easy thing a few seconds after I thought. If Elle or Justus were in the same situation, it would be something you would be coming up with on the spot where you were introduced to two of the Star Wings.

Every time I thought about this, I felt the difference, but Harold's predictions were still right.