My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending-Chapter 126

The unprecedented disaster of a massive horde of monsters invading had brought significant damage to the city of Travis. People fled in panic, with neither enough time nor manpower to extinguish the raging fires that continued to spread.

As a result, hundreds of people perished, with the number of casualties easily surpassing a thousand when accounting for the missing individuals still being searched for. Half of the city’s buildings collapsed or were reduced to ashes.

There was no doubt that without the Saint Knight’s Order, the devastation would have been even greater. However, their leader, Vincent Van Westervoort, felt no relief or sense of accomplishment despite their efforts.

The realization of having saved many lives was overshadowed by the overwhelming number of lives they couldn’t save.

“But if it weren’t for Harold’s advice, the damage wouldn’t have been contained to this extent…” -Vincent

“Allocate personnel to Travis,” “That place will turn into hell.” Harold had said those words, several months before this disaster struck.

It was only reasonable to assume that he had prior knowledge of Travis being ravaged by monsters.

(When and how did he come to know about it?) -Vincent

Vincent, as a knight, had never heard of a case where monsters from multiple races joined forces to attack a city. It was unlikely that there were any clear omens or signs, and even if there were, it would be difficult to perceive them as such.

However, if one were to assume that someone had “manipulated” the monsters through some means, one person came to Vincent’s mind. That person had a strong connection with Harold, and Harold himself had stated that he was at odds with him in front of Vincent and Cody.

Dr. Justus Freud.

He was a renowned scientist representing the kingdom, and according to Harold, an extremely dangerous man with the potential to bring about the destruction of the world in his quest to revive a loved one.

Even Vincent himself had experienced something akin to being brainwashed by Justus.

If Justus was the mastermind behind this incident, and Harold, who was close to him, saw through his intentions and provided advice, everything would line up. At the very least, it was certain that Harold possessed a considerable amount of information that the Knights were unaware of.

“I want to talk to Harold once again.” -Vincent

“Harold… Mr. Harold Stokes, right?”

“Yes.” -Vincent

Vincent’s murmurs were caught by his adjutant, Shannon. While Shannon had no direct acquaintance with Harold, they had witnessed his remarkable performance during the entrance examination and had conducted a background investigation on him under Vincent’s orders. Therefore, they were familiar with his existence and his personality.

“The problem is that we don’t know where he is now.” -Vincent

“Perhaps he is working with Dr. Freud?” -Shannon

Vincent considered the possibility to be low. The reason being that he was aware of Harold’s antagonistic actions towards Justus. Though, sharing that information with Shannon would only cause confusion.

“Even if that were the case, Dr. Freud is missing. We can’t contact him.” -Vincent

“Then let’s approach someone who might know his whereabouts.” -Shannon

“Who do you have in mind?” -Vincent

“Mr. Harold’s former fiancée… Well, I suppose she’s currently an ex. Erica Sumeragi is currently staying in this city.” -Shannon

“…” -Vincent

At this moment, Harold’s ex-fiancée happened to be in Travis. Could that be a mere coincidence?

Fiona continued, her curiosity piqued as Vincent fell silent.

“Was the captain unaware that she was in this city?” -Fiona

“This is the first I’m hearing of it.” -Vincent

“During the monster invasion, it seems that Ms. Erica was sweeping away monsters on the front lines. Captain, you saw it too, right? The kind of magic that made you think the sky was tearing apart.” -Fiona

“We had postponed investigating who was responsible for that. Was it her doing?” -Vincent

Vincent had indeed confirmed several instances where unbelievably powerful magic was unleashed when the Knights were overwhelmed by the sheer number of monsters.

Thanks to that, the pressure from the monsters weakened, and Vincent took the lead in pushing them back. Although she appeared like a sheltered young lady, her skills were seemingly quite remarkable.

“Just moments ago, we received a report. It seems that immediately after the cessation of the invasion, she was busy treating many patients at the shelter, and they are still engaged in tasks like cooking for everyone.” -Shannon

“That’s truly admirable.” -Vincent

The Sumeragi family was one of the most prestigious in the kingdom. Erica, being a part of that lineage, was not expected to participate in dangerous combat on the front lines, let alone engage in activities such as field medical support or cooking.

Nevertheless, her dedication to helping others in such a way was a testament to her character.

“Not only her, but a few others believed to be her comrades also made significant contributions in the battle. It is undeniable that their efforts helped contain the extent of the damage. Shall we go and express our gratitude?” -Shannon

“Yes, let’s do that. I will go alone. Are you fine with continuing to handle the situation here?” -Vincent

“Of course. Since I can’t contribute much in combat, this is my time to shine.” -Shannon

Indeed, Shannon wasn’t suited for combat, but Vincent couldn’t help but think that she was excessively modest. He bid farewell to Shannon as she returned to her duties without acknowledging his concern and then headed toward the shelter.

The current shelter was located on a hilltop, occupying the church and its gardens. Originally a popular tourist spot, the area was spacious enough, and its elevated position protected it from monster attacks and fires.

Vincent, although not wearing armor at the moment, had a sword hanging from his waist and was dressed in his uniform, unmistakably representing the Order of Knights. Moreover, his already high profile made him naturally the center of attention in the crowded shelter. However, Vincent himself was accustomed to such attention. In fact, by appearing in public like this, he aimed to provide a sense of security to those who felt anxious, thanks to the presence of the Order of Knights. He also anticipated being a target for those who wished to vent their dissatisfaction or anger at the Order.

The role of the Knights was not solely to repel physical threats with their swords. This was Vincent’s conviction as a knight.

Well, in this particular situation, there were already other members of the Order providing assistance within the shelter, so he wouldn’t stand out too much and could smoothly gather information.

Feeling apologetic, he approached one of the busy nuns and spoke up.

“Excuse me, may I have a moment?” -Vincent.

“O-Oh, Sir Knight! Um, do you need something?” -Nun

“I heard that there is a woman named Erica who was treating patients here. I have something to discuss with her. Where can I find her now?” -Vincent

“Erica-san? I believe I saw her entering the reception room in the church a while ago.” -Nun

“The reception room, you say. Is she expecting visitors?” -Vincent

“I’m not sure. Her companions were with her, but I don’t know the details.” -Nun

The companions she mentioned were likely the individuals he had heard about from Fiona’s report.

They seemed to have been involved in battles with monsters, much like Erica. Vincent considered that it might be a good time to express his gratitude if they were together.

“I see. Could you at least tell me the location for now?” -Vincent

“If you enter the church and go to the back of the door on the right side. However, generally, only authorized personnel are allowed inside…” -Nun

“I will handle the negotiation in that regard. I apologize for taking up your time. Thank you.” -Vincent

It seemed that Erica was currently in the reception room. As Vincent set foot inside the church, he noticed that there were still many residents taking shelter. However, as he looked around the church, he didn’t see any injured or severely wounded individuals. Following the directions he had been given, Vincent spotted the door on the right side. He knocked on the door three times, and after a brief pause, it opened.

The person who opened the door was an elderly man in his sixties with white hair. His appearance made it clear that he was the priest of this church. And it seemed that he recognized who Vincent was.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the Captain of the Saint Knight’s Order. Thank you for protecting us.” -Elderly Man

“That is the duty of a knight. On the contrary, due to my own incompetence, there were many lives I couldn’t save.” -Vincent

“Please don’t be so humble. By the way, do you have any business today?” -Elderly Man

“When the monsters attacked earlier, I heard that those who helped us are here. I wanted to express my gratitude to them and came here somewhat impolitely.” -Vincent

“I see, that’s what it is. However, the timing may not be favorable right now.” -Elderly Man

Was there indeed some other visitor or something of the sort? Vincent decided that it would be difficult to have a detailed conversation in this situation and contemplated whether to wait until Erica and the others finished their discussion.

“I understand. If it’s alright, may I wait until their discussion is over?” -Vincent

“That’s fine, but…” -Elderly Man

“No, there’s no need for that.”

As Vincent and the priest conversed, a voice broke in like the tinkling of a bell. When they looked towards the source of the voice, a black-haired woman, bathed in soft light streaming through the window, stood alone. Her beauty, coupled with her posture, exuded a mystique of some sort.

Although five years had passed since Vincent last saw her, there was no mistaking her.

“This is the first time we’ve spoken face-to-face like this. I am Erica Sumeragi.” -Erica

“I am Vincent van Westervoort, Captain of the Saint Knight’s Order.” -Vincent

They bowed deeply to each other.

To an outsider, they appeared as two courteous individuals. However, Vincent sensed a prickling tension emanating from Erica.

“Please come this way.” -Erica

Erica seemed to invite Vincent into the reception room without specifically trying to extract any information.

“Is it alright?” -Vincent

“Yes. Perhaps, whatever reason has brought you here, it seems to be something necessary for me at this moment.” -Erica

Vincent couldn’t grasp the true meaning behind her words.

However, there was a straightforwardness to her words, contradictory to the notion of harboring something. Her gaze seemed to penetrate into his innermost thoughts.

This was a first-time experience for him; encountering someone with such an atmosphere, one that made Vincent realize he couldn’t afford to be careless even at his age.

It was understandable why she carried the title of Harold’s former fiancée. Though the future remained uncertain, if someone were to marry that remarkable person, then a woman like Erica would indeed be suitable.

With such thoughts in mind, Vincent followed Erica back to the reception room.

Inside the room, there were nearly ten people, including Erica.

“I apologize for the sudden visit. I am Vincent, Captain of the Saint Knight’s Order.” -Vincent

“Ca-Captain of the Knights!?” -Liner

A red-haired boy reacted with a particularly strong surprise.

Not only him, but the others as well, were surprised and intrigued by the appearance of someone in the position of the leader of the Knights.

“When it comes to the Knights, they must be extremely busy dealing with various matters. What could be the purpose of their leader personally coming here?” -Francis

“Francis? What’s the matter with you?” -Hugo

The young man known as Francis checked Vincent with sharp, pointed words. Observing the blue-haired man’s suspicious reaction to his attitude, one could surmise that Francis was not usually one to make such remarks.

“I heard that everyone here, including Erica, fought without considering their own safety during the recent attack incident, treating many injured individuals. As the leader of the Knights, and personally as well, I wanted to express my gratitude.” -Vincent

His feelings were genuine.

After making eye contact with everyone, Vincent lowered his head even deeper than before.

“I truly appreciate it. Thank you.” -Vincent

“Appreciation? No, it’s nothing like that! We just did what was expected!” -Liner

“Yes, yes! Please raise your head!” -Colette

The boy with lingering youthfulness, with his red hair, and the blonde girl, both seeming to feel embarrassed by being thanked directly by the leader of the Knights, bowed their heads.

On the other hand, Erica, Francis, and the youngest-looking girl, dressed in a robe, were not necessarily wary, but they appeared to be trying to discern Vincent’s true intentions.

“Was that all you wanted to talk about?” -Erica

“…No. I also have something to ask Erica.” -Vincent

Vincent adjusted his posture.

Sensing the change in the atmosphere, the two who had been feeling greatly obliged awaited his next words with serious expressions.

“What is it that you want to ask me?” -Erica.

“Erica, do you happen to know the whereabouts of Harold Stokes?” -Vincent

As soon as those words were uttered, Vincent felt a sudden heaviness in the air within the room.