My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

“Is it okay?”

Ell asked to ask. You may be suspicious of trying to confess even though you said it was an important secret.

It would be nice if you could tell me, but there are certainly some things that I feel are really good as Leafa.

“I don’t mean to say that I was struck by emotions. I don’t talk or talk because what I’m going to talk about here isn’t in any record or in anyone’s memory. It doesn’t make a big difference. Well, if you’re scared to hear it, stop it. “

A refreshing sophistry. As the word says, it’s not that I was touched by Leafa’s feelings.

But Leafa didn’t have the option of not asking.

“I would like to refrain from being threatened to that extent, but … Anyway, even if I pull it here, Leafa will not stop. I’ll be with you. “

” Thank you, Elle “

Thanks to Elle for agreeing as he thought. It was clear from what she said and did that she wouldn’t think it was a good idea to listen here. Perhaps he was worried about the risks of knowing the secrets and the difficulties that Leafa couldn’t.

Based on those, he will deal with Leafa’s selfishness.

“Let’s talk about it five years ago when I and Harold met”

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Justus, who had been working at the institute since then, heard Harold’s name when he went to the royal castle to report on the progress of his research. It happened that the knights were talking to each other.

“It seems that there is a guy who recently took a special test and joined the Knights instead of the regular means.” “Isn’t it the connection of a great man anyway?” “No, no. I heard that he unilaterally defeated dozens of recruits in the test that was set up. “” That was just a weak recruit. “” I can’t deny that, but the newcomer is still a 13-year-old child. It’s a story. And he’s the youngest genius to join the Knights of the Holy King. “” In other words, it’s better than the deputy leader? “” What kind of monster is that? ” … ”

He talked about a new boy. Trivial information that would have been erased from memory by the time I left the castle, which I wouldn’t even care about.

At this time, Justus had Harold’s name in his head because of a certain phrase.

“Is it better than the deputy leader?”

It was just a probability pointed out by one member. It’s a word. It is not so simple to compare whether the boy named Harold is stronger than Vincent, the deputy leader of the Knights of the Holy King, when he was thirteen years old.

But there is a probability that may really exceed. It’s not the probability that is said by quibble or the word Aya, but at the level that it may happen in reality. It was an unbelievable story for Justus, who had a friendship with Vincent and knew his non-standard fighting ability.

However, it is an extraordinary existence at the time when it contains elements that can be compared with that masterpiece in the first place.

Vincent is strong. Not only the power to fight, but also the heart that does not give in to hardships, the sense of justice that confronts evil, and the kindness that reaches out to the weak. A man who is extremely reliable on his side, and who will stand up as a wall stronger than anyone else if he turns to the enemy.

Even if you look around other countries, there is no such person. The world would call an existence like him a hero.

Justus was worried about a boy who might exceed Vincent.

I would like to meet one day. It was the point where I thought that way.

Harold’s name has arrived again to Justus, who was devoted to his research as a matter of course. The royal capital was so dominated by Harold’s story that he perceived that he had completely shut out the surroundings and didn’t even know what was happening in the world.

According to him, he fled in front of the enemy in violation of the command of his superior. However, it was an act, and in fact Harold, who was a middleman of the Sarrian Empire, betrayed the Knights and handed over the information to the Empire, and launched a surprise attack by the Imperial Army that had guided him, causing enormous damage.

The Knights were driven to the brink of destruction, but they rebounded due to the fact that the main team stopped at the last minute and the strenuous efforts of the Royal Army’s supporters directly led by General Manager Harrison. Succeeded in annihilating the Imperial Army. At that time, he succeeded in capturing the traitor Harold alive, even though he was dying.

Still, more than half of the expeditionary forces of the Knights were killed or injured, and if the Army did not arrive in time, the worst Knights and Hoshiyomi 《 Stella 》 would have developed into a tribal conflict. Harold, who planned such a catastrophe, should never be forgiven and the death penalty is valid.

This was the end of what was said in the streets. When I hear this, I am convinced that Harold should be sentenced to death. If the story being disseminated is true, though.

The first thing Justus felt after hearing the story was neither the anger nor the disappointment of betraying the Knights. It was unnatural for a situation that was too organized.

How can a 13-year-old boy, the son of a well-identified aristocrat, become a middleman of the Imperial Army? There are some points that I’m worried about even if I just listen to it. The most uncomfortable feeling was why such detailed rumors spread at an unusually high rate of days after the expeditionary force returned.

Normally, the bigger the matter, the more information control should be done until the situation can be organized and confirmed. It’s easy to say things like organizing the situation, but it takes a lot of time, effort, and time to get an accurate picture.

It was strange that it ended at the same time as the return of the expeditionary force. Immediately after being detained, Harold was unconscious and regained consciousness a few days before arriving at the royal capital. It is doubtful that there may even be time to cross-examine and gather information.

There may be information drawn from the prisoners of the Imperial Army, but it is unlikely that the testimonies of all the prisoners of war will be in agreement, and that information is provided. The expeditionary force, which had a lot of casualties and was full of time and effort to scrutinize and returned, could not be.

The bottom line is that the rumors that are being disseminated are deliberately disseminated, and the probability that the content is true is low. Maybe Harold was made a scapegoat by someone? I also thought.

But what if that was the case? Whether it’s a fact or a lie, it has nothing to do with Justus, and above all, it has no interest in the life or death of others.

Normally, I would cut it and throw it away. I would definitely abandon it if I didn’t care about Harold’s hidden probability. I wouldn’t even have the consciousness of abandoning it.

I happened to be interested in Harold, I happened to hear Harold’s bad reputation, and I happened to have a little messenger in the Knights and the Council. As a result of a number of coincidences, Justus had the opportunity to meet Harold. Well, even though it was a visit, I didn’t meet face-to-face, but only confirmed the appearance from a distance.

The dungeon of the deliberation office in the royal capital. I met a boy with black hair and red eyes whose arms were chained to the wall.

He was Harold Stokes.

The first impression I got was a wolf.

Lonely, well-honed, proud, and only believe in yourself. I wore such an atmosphere. In the desperate situation of being held in prison, chained, and waiting for the execution of the death penalty, his eyes were still burning. As if it had a crimson flame, the same as the color of the eyes.

Justus was convinced before exchanging one of the words. Oh, he’s definitely not a man. He will surely choose his way of life even if he doesn’t choose the means. I still have such a strong eye because I am willing to die in order to stick to my beliefs.

If you decorate with stale words, should you describe it as “evil with aesthetics”? Justus intuitively realized that he was too regrettable to die anyway.

Justus thinks that the action from there was quick. It’s been a while since I’ve taken such active actions other than research.

I brute-forced the great men and powers I had friends with through my work, and went around to delay executions and plead for life.

But Justus’s position is just a family scholar. No one listened to his plea until he took care of it.

That’s why Justus got his hands on it. Although it was to save Harold’s life, it was an experiment similar to the curse that he developed and contraindicated.

Second encounter in the dungeon. Seeing Justus appearing in front of him, Harold spoke his name before anything else.

“Justus ・ Freund ……”

“Well, do you know me?”

“What did a man like you come here?”

“… Well, let’s skip the useless story. Sit down. If you don’t mind waiting for death, come here, Harold. “

Straightforward. I cut it from the front.

Harold turns his glaring eyes at him, trying to read Justus’s aim when he said such words. Justus doesn’t think he’ll get on easily. Waiting for him to open his mouth, catching Harold’s gaze.

“It’s a joke. Can you say that you can overturn the judgment given to me?”

“Oh, that’s right. Be sure to overturn it. “

It wasn’t blunt, but I was confident that it would be possible with the weapons and bargaining techniques I had developed.

If that weapon can be put to practical use, the kingdom can build an invincible army. No one would hesitate to sacrifice the life of a convict on death row for that reason. Instead of just killing, he uses, plays with, suffers and kills, so the drinking of Harold’s death is reduced.

If that happens, there are very few opposition voices. There is no such thing as crushing.

“But I also say this. If you come under me, you may experience more hell.”

” …… What do you mean? “

” There is a sword that I developed and had to seal because of the size of the defect. It absorbs magical power from the user. It is a substitute for dramatically improving the fighting ability. As a side effect, the user is killed and eventually dies. If you are prepared to shake it, I will release it from here. “

Confess everything without hiding it. I gave Harold two options.

Do you accept death here without resistance, or die with a little grace and further hardship? Whichever you choose, death is inevitable and a ruthless choice is made.

Don’t say anything lofty, such as a pain in your conscience. If true, Harold didn’t have such an option, and Justus’s principles of action were originally a result of his own interests rather than good intentions.

“… Ku”

“?”

“Kukuku … hahahahaha ! “

Harold laughs. While groaning, I swear.

A laughing voice dyed with wickedness that makes the listener chill, as if it echoes from the bottom of the abyss. It’s so out of place, it doesn’t stop, it just keeps filling the dim dungeon, like crazy.

“… What’s funny?”

Justus asks in front of Harold, who seems to be illusioned as a devil. Then Harold’s laughter stopped suddenly, and the Kodama echoing in the dungeon subsided.

The silence that turns around. Sweat is transmitted through the temples of Justus. Realizing that it was cold sweat, I realized that I was under pressure from the boy in front of me.

“What’s funny? Can I keep laughing?”

Harold replies as he stands up. The arm is pulled backward by the chain and cannot stretch the back muscles, and the eyes catch Justus and keep it in the forward leaning posture.

Gashan, the chain rings. Harold struggles to step forward, regardless of being tied to a wall, and the chains scream each time.

“Further hell? Are you ready to cut your life and die?” go.

Blood began to drip from both wrists of Harold with the iron ring attached. Still he keeps struggling.

“What’s that degree? Don’t lick me, Justus!”

Make a loud noise Finally, the chain broke. After stepping on the tatara for a few steps, Harold grabs the fence of the prison with both hands.

Fresh blood splattered from the wrist soiled Justus’ tired white clothed.

“Give your sword, power. I will teach you the true hell and determination”

“… wonderful , It’s an undisputed answer Harold “

Harold and Justus laugh. It was the opposite of the concession, a villainous smile showing a declaration of war on each other.