My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

A near-perfect surprise. The swing of the sword is sharp, and at this timing it will be difficult to defend, let alone avoid it. In the face of the blow, Harold concludes:

What is this?

Avoidance is just a general view, and from Harold’s point of view, it’s too lukewarm to yawn.

Harold’s action was just to lower his right half by stepping on a dance step. However, that alone cut the opponent’s sword.

If you look closely, the attacker’s prey was a wooden sword. Although it has formidable power, its killing ability is low, and its ability to be felt from slashing is not enough to threaten Harold.

The assailant who swung the attack from the upper stage exposes a deadly chance. It is easy to incapacitate and restrain as it is. In the current position of leaning forward, you can only see Harold’s feet.

Harold kicked up both fists holding a wooden sword with his left foot. The assailant is blown off the wooden sword and moans in severe pain. The face distorted in agony turned upward reflexively.

Although he looks like he is in his fifties, he may look older than his real age due to his strict look and lincanic beard. Well, it doesn’t matter what the age of the assailant is, Harold shoots a chase after the man.

Pull back the kicked leg like a pendulum and hit the opponent’s shoulder with a heel drop. Although it felt a little sloppy, the man with strong muscles managed to stay. The price is a moment of rigidity.

Impressed by the unexpected toughness, Harold grabs the wooden sword he kicked up earlier while flipping backwards with his left foot on the shoulder of an immovable man as a fulcrum. When I adjusted my posture in the air as it was, I swung down the wooden sword while slightly lowering the level.

The man who finally got rid of his rigidity tries to protect his head by crossing his arms. Still, if you catch the attack, your arm will collapse. I thought so, but the slashing with the wooden sword was blocked by a hard response and a metallic sound.

A glossy substance can be seen through the gaps in the torn clothes. Like a ninja, he seems to have hidden something like a gauntlet in his cuffs. Perhaps he is good at such a fighting style because it doesn’t suit his physique.

However, I can’t kill the shock even if I prevent it. The assailant whose guard is broken tries to retreat, but Harold does not miss the time and goes out to pursue. I grabbed my neck and pulled my knees into the man’s abdomen.

“Goha!”

A man spits out a muffled voice with spit. Though I thought it was dirty, I grabbed the man’s right hand neck with his left hand and slammed it against the wall with the propulsive force generated at his own speed when he grabbed his head with the right hand.

Bakon! A terrible sound is heard.

That was the decisive hit. The man whose whole body is struck against the wall does not show any resistance, and when he releases his hand for a trial, he crumbles with his white eyes peeled. The wall behind it is dented and has some cracks. It seemed to be tough, but I couldn’t stand this blow.

However, although it is good to repel the assailants, Harold’s pure question is raised.

“Who is this guy?”

For some reason Itsuki gave the answer in a hall dominated by silence.

“… That person is Aurelian Berlioz. He is the head of the Berlioz family.”

“…”

Harold was confused. The fact that the assailant was actually the head of this house and mercilessly beat him up.

However, if Itsuki’s words are true, new questions arise.

“Well, in other words, isn’t this extremely barbaric act welcoming Berlioz’s guests?”

Honestly Harold thinks that if his identity is unclear, he will not be attacked without any questions, but for the sake of personal safety during his stay, he must ask for it. I was distracted by it and my usual sarcasm exploded.

“I have no words to return. I’m sorry I’ve been in danger. I apologize on behalf of my foolish husband.”

Harold’s sarcasm didn’t bother me, and it was a mature woman with an intellectual impression that the word Madam fits perfectly. It seems that this woman is a wife because she pointed to Aurelian and called her a fool.

Next to her is a woman with lightly pigmented azure hair, who seems to be about 20 years old, and she is watching Harold with a cautious look hugging her waist. There was also a girl. Probably one of them … or arguably the former is Itsuki’s marriage partner, Sylvie. I tried not to think about the probability of the latter.

And I don’t care, but there was no sign that the three of them were worried about Aurelian. The main pillar of the pathetic family.

After that, Erica, who plays the role of recovery in the game, healed Aurelian with the healing magic. It seemed that he was growing steadily other than what he looked like, and Harold was so happy that he couldn’t help but admire Erica’s use of magic.

By the way, the first word of the resurrected Aurelian was “I like how easy it is to take an eagle!”. Having been impressed by that, Aurelian’s evaluation in Harold has been confirmed in the brain muscle.

I heard that he is doing the same thing to a promising young man and confirming his ability. Naturally, Itsuki was also attacked, and he seems to have dealt with it brilliantly. That may be why the story went on to marry Sylvie.

Harold is just annoying.

Now everyone is having lunch at the round table at the suggestion of Sylvie-Harold’s expectation was correct- “Let’s have lunch together because it’s a big deal?” Is. Meals are also prepared at the celebration that starts in the evening, so the content is modest.

Harold tried to get over the first self-introduction and then manage to get into the air, but because he was sandwiched between Aurelian on the left and Itsuki on the right. I couldn’t get out of the mosquito net.

“But Itsuki had a friend like Lord”

Aurelian stroking the proud Linkanic beard I muttered such a thing. I wouldn’t call it Linkanic because there is no Lincoln in this world, but Harold doesn’t know what else to call it.

“Did you surprise?”

“Surprisingly, young men these days are weak. Like you and Lord. I like a strong and courageous young man. “

” Thank you “

” …… “

Yeah, nodding Aurelian and Itsuki thanking him with a smile. And Harold who keeps silent as if it is irrelevant. It is difficult to understand that the thinking circuit of the brain muscles is said to be stubborn in that response.

“Sumeragi is a Wu Family family, so Itsuki-san’s strength is convincing, but I wonder if Lord-san’s house is also the same?”

However, silent resistance was vain, and Aurelian’s wife, Bridget, asked a question that could not be answered with her mouth closed.

Harold decided that there would be a follow-up from Itsuki in the event of an emergency.

“The house doesn’t matter. It’s my own talent.” Is an arrogant Harold. Well, because it is a high-performance body, even if you train the same amount, it will grow faster and stronger, so it is correct to say that it is talented and correct.

And the trouble is that Aurelian has come to the word talent.

“I often call it talent! Lord, when did you hold your sword?”

“Eight years ago

“When it comes to it, it’s from 10 years old. It’s a slow start compared to the talented people I know. If it’s that strength, talent is not a lie.”

“It’s natural”

“By the way, what kind of training have you done?”

“Oh, I want to hear that too”

Itsuki piggybacks on the conversation. Looking at it, Sylvie and Bridget also seemed to be interested. Noelia, the third daughter of the Berlioz family, seems indifferent and is flirting with Erica next door. I want you to stay there for three days. That would significantly reduce Harold’s work and effort.

“I haven’t done anything special. I just swung my sword and hunted monsters when I had free time.”

“Before I was crazy and tattered several times. I was surprised when I came to show my face while breaking my bones. “

” Well, that was hard.

“It looks like it hurts …”

“I used to have similar ridiculousness and recklessness.” Maybe I’ll get along with the road! “

I’m sorry to say that it doesn’t fit. I don’t hate hot-blooded people, but I don’t like the amount of heat, so I want to keep a proper distance.

“But I didn’t really have any special training. I said I had some free time, but how long would it be?”

When asked, Harold remembers when he was just aware of this world. I often had to think about things and move my hands around, but there was almost no time constraint because I had only children.

I was driven by the obsession that I had to be strong for the future, and also released the anxiety and stress caused by having various problems. .. Also, it would have been a lot of fun to actually use the skills of the game.

Anyway, I remember spending all my literally free time on training, letting my inexhaustible physical strength speak for me, if not as much as it is now.

“It wasn’t clearly defined, but on average it’s about 10 hours a day.”

“” “” “… … Eh? ”” ””

Everyone except Noelia agreed. Erica also seems to have listened to Noelia.

Or rather, Erica was staying at Stokes’s mansion, so you should know that? I also thought, but at that time I was basically withdrawn, and Harold was also paying attention to the eyes and the training was hidden. If you think about it, no stranger will observe it for ten hours, even if you see it.

“Ten … eh, ten hours? Within twenty-four hours?”

“What else?”

Harold returns quietly, but I understand that Itsuki is confused. I think Harold is crazy if there is a person who trains for 10 hours a day.

But Harold had a reason to be absolutely strong. And the talent that became stronger as much as I did, and the body that could swing the sword forever, had a strong will to repel death above all. That’s why it’s a trick that can be done.

What kind of reaction would you get if you knew that you are now ranked up to 12 hours a day on average? When I don’t have a job from Justus, I’m really free.

“It seems that there is a discrepancy in the perception of the word” special “between the eagles and the road.”

“Yes. If you think about it, that’s your limit (* that’s not the case) “

The air in the place freezes. Face to face, I threw away “you” to the head of this house.

Aurelian’s shoulders are quivering. And when he stood up, Aurelian looked up at the heavens and screamed.

“I’m embarrassed! It was a dwarf idea to say that I couldn’t do it because I couldn’t do it! , It’s a stupid extremity! “

I wasn’t angry. It must be said that the thinking circuit of strength of brain muscle = value was underestimated.

However, the situation was still deadly troublesome.

Aurelian screamed, regaining his composure, grabbing Harold’s shoulders with his rugged hands and asking with a serious look.

“Road, do you want to marry Noelia?”

“It looks like you’re crazy”

Harold, who responded with a spinal reflex to the content that was too crazy, wouldn’t be bad. The bad thing is the head of Aurelian. After all, the idea of human beings whose brain is controlled by muscles is incomprehensible.

Noelia (8 years old), who was about to be married suddenly, also raises a voice of protest.

“Road’s wife is bad! I’m scared!”

“This is my wish.

“Relieve me. I’m sick now, but I guarantee that I’ll be a beautiful girl in 10 years.”

Noelia is a beautiful girl. Yes, it will transform into a beautiful woman based on the precedents of Bridget and Sylvie.

But that’s not what I want to say. Harold’s heart is getting frustrated.

“If anything, I’ll give you a room in this house, so with Noelia …”

“… Shut up”

“Don’t worry if you persuade your parents’ house. I’ll do something about it.”

“Shut up”

“It’s a bad story to be a brother with Itsuki …”

“I’m telling you to shut up! To me–!”

Harold’s head was instantly bleeding in front of Aurelian, who happily recommends an engagement with his daughter. A moment of excitement.

But the anger was considerable. Harold’s wrath has put everyone under pressure.

The person in question returned to me when he stood up screaming and lost his words. It did not come from regret for leaving herself to the emotions of the moment.

I’m stunned. To the lines that I was about to follow from my mouth. It can be said that I was in despair.

――I have Erica.

Before I was conscious, my eyes turned to Erica. Her gaze also catches Harold.

It’s a natural enemy. It’s a nasty opponent. That’s what makes her eyes rustle. Harold desperately justifies it.

“Hey, I feel sick”

Harold, who turned his eyes away, said such abandoned lines while no one was able to move. Vomiting and trying to escape from the hall.

Anyway, I needed time and place to be calm now.