My Death Flag Shows No Sign Of Ending

Episode 37

That day, Harold received a letter. After checking the sender’s name, it turned out to be from Yuno.

‘Why would she send me a letter?’ Harold tilted his head, remembering the exchange that took place between them when he informed them he was entering the Knights.

The current management and representation of LP farming was still on track when he left, but they still had to send progress reports to Harold regularly.  So far, there didn’t seem to be any problems because he always had the chance to check things in person, but that’s changed ever since he joined the Knights.

Instead, he went with the suggestion of switching to written reports to check on their status. Harold didn’t really like this method, but it was an annoyance that he’d have to accept.

Though for the sender’s name, they were supposed to use one that wouldn’t raise suspicion on his relationship with the Sumeragi House, due to an event that will happen in the future.

Tasuku was aware that Harold meant to discard his engagement with Erika later on. If this were to be exposed, the Sumeragi House would be put under a lot of scrutinies, so considerations like this were made to keep his engagement with Erika hidden.

The letter with Yuno’s name on it probably wasn’t Tasuku’s idea, because this would only confirm the connection between him and the Sumeragi. Well, his engagement with Erika had already been leaked to Cody.

Though this wasn’t Tasuku’s fault, from the beginning it was impossible to perfectly conceal this information, because there was no way his father, Hayden would keep quiet about it.

As he recalled such a father, Harold opened the envelope with a sigh.

The five parchments included inside displayed the profits gained from the LP farming method, all the contents and the numbers, such as business scales were completely written in minute detail. In addition to this, Harold realised that there was one more thing he needed to look out for, comrades.

Unfortunately, the current Harold had no real expertise in management. The anticipation of this fact was another reason why he had ceded his position so early on to Tasuku, this way nobody would come for his opinion on matters he wasn’t sure of.

Though to only send back a blank letter with the words “Do as you like,” written on it would be too irresponsible as the founder of LP farming.
It goes without saying that Tasuku was doing a great job so far, but it wouldn’t be good to settle in that mindset.
Right now instead of making a profit, they needed to slowly spread it out to other nobles to gain apathy rather than hostility.

For now LP farming is ‘being developed’ by the Sumeragi House, but is offering support to the Stokes House. The two houses have a monopoly on the technique, but their revenue in comparison to what they could be earning is average.

It’s that sort of thing.
If they disclosed the technique by gradually selling it, instead of announcing it upfront to all the aristocracy in the Chamber of Commerce, they’ll reduce the risk of more trouble developing later on.

That said, one should take care to not become a shallow wit. Watch over what markets begin to develop while keeping track of the timing on how often the techniques were spread to the other nobles, etc. All of these were things Harold was confident in leaving to Tasuku.

Though there was no way he was going to just spoon feed them this advice.

After thinking things through on what kind of stance he wanted to take on this, Harold immediately took up his pen.

As his pen silently ran over the parchment, his roommates tottered to the back of the room wobbly, while leaking out groans akin to zombies.

Every day, since they asked for his guidance, Issac and the others, worked hard in continuous mock battles against Harold. Needless to say, it was Harold’s landslide victory every time. He didn’t even break a sweat clashing swords at close speeds. While on the other hand, Isaac and the others had become ragged on a daily basis. Their suffering didn’t end even after they lost because they were forced to fight until their strength was completely exhausted. Falling down on his bed, Isaac turned his face towards Harold, who was currently sitting at a desk.