Eur il les Loomis was a beautiful man.
The sumptuous golden curly hairs, wrapped together in a bow of sea tea, draped long on the back with sparkle in the sun, and the face with thin blue eyes like the spring sky, is sweet and neat. It was exquisitely salted plums, which seeped a slight, light-hearted atmosphere for a beautiful face, but which in turn would attract women. Sleek hands and feet are knightly tight and not one of the extra meat, and the back is about the same as Felix's. It is the white knightly garment with golden thread and liturgical decoration that is only allowed in the first squad. On top of that, he is the eldest son of the Marquis family of the same size as the Clavis family. In other words, it was the very "prince of love stories" my daughters dreamed of, from the heavenly side of their heads to the tip of their feet.
Prince of gold and knight of silver. That's how the young daughters call me, dividing Felix from his popularity among the knights affiliated with the Kingsguard, but Aurora thinks he'll probably be better received by women. So, he was an understandable and beautiful man.
But.
It was a lovely Aurora for a while, but soon, I carved a deep wrinkle between my brows.
With a staring Aurora's vision, the workout site was strangely quiet. Though the fierce sword trident sounds like a thunderbolt, and the temper that fills the field is frightening, no other voice is heard from anywhere but the two hangings that match the swords. In silence, dull and out of place, there is a chirping of birds singing a refreshing and pleasant summer afternoon.
In silence, there was an unnatural sound called Zach, and Aurora took a hack of breath. Felix's sleeve was torn. A red muscle runs on the skin below. But Felix didn't take the sword down or anything. Push back the imminent sword as if you hadn't even noticed. Momentum and body turning. My right arm roars and my sword slashes the wind.
Kickin! Contrary to the painful sound of it, the two flew away as they danced. Reassemble the paralyzing arm, but at the next moment step in heavily, and at the same time as the sound of the heel that chooses the sand, Yur waves up the sword, and Felix waves down the sword. His sword struck Yur's torso, and Yur's sword plundered Felix's cheek. Neither fall. However, on Felix's upbeat white cheeks, a twitchy red muscle arises.
How can you tear your skin with a forged knife?
Aurora glances. Even a simulation knife may be able to create lacerations if there is momentum. But is it something that you can cut as neatly as you hit a blade?
But Aurora's awareness was apparently too much now. In the circle of youth, the world of sounding metal sounds was completely frozen. The reason for the painful tranquility was there.
Guys, I'm noticing. That Yur's simulation knife is not a simulation knife.
Aurora took a lot of breath and stood up fluttered. The Ingels platoon leader steps out of his legs and down the stairs into a slightly eye-pointing gap. Between the sounds of the heeled katsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsung similar to thunder.
The drifting dirt and dust wrapped the Aurora. Somebody's —— probably the big palm of the Ingels platoon leader, grabs Aurora's arm.
"No, ma'am."
"But"
"It's okay, he's strong"
"Is that the problem"
"These things aren't unusual, not just for Felix"
"Oh, no."
"Your enemies don't follow the rules."
You can't go up there like you can't pay that amount of firepowder. Like nothing else, Ingels platoon leader responded, stopping Aurora, who put her legs out with an unexpected body.
"I guess he's put out some familiar seriousness in his hands because he knows he'll almost certainly lose if he's a forged knife. I'm not trying to kill anything. Bye."
"Does it make sense to win that way"
"Come on."
"Will Ingels forgive that?"
"No, I'll punish you later. Well, human filth is part of the training."
Said to be obvious, Aurora had a deep wrinkle between her brows. Ingels platoon leader narrows his eyes in a ditch so deeper than Felix's.
"... I'm not convinced."
"Well, I guess so."
"... I'm not convinced, I won't"
With something uninterrupted, Aurora silences herself. It was understandable but difficult to convince. Though it's not a big deal, the person in front of you is definitely injured, and if you let him bear it - with a demonic look on his face, he says he's staring at him. Is it good to be seen because it is customary?
I said, I don't even have enough claims to complain loudly, and Aurora silences herself. Poorly spoken Felix will surely shut his mouth and say nothing, even if he loses. If the injured person raised his voice, there would be a lot of movement.
('Cause I wonder how often you don't say anything. Even though it's too late after the major injury)
I wonder if this man will someday fall prey to political opponents. I wonder if they might assassinate you. Worries boiled down quickly, Aurora chewed up the crease. I can imagine too easily a future where people will resent me for shutting up, hate me for not having enough words to hang me, or get dressed in wet clothes for not making excuses.
I wonder if the Marquis will be all right now.
Aurora has a faint view that the young man is not good at dating people even though he has only been dating for about a month. Even from the few conversations it was felt that he was a straight and undistorted person, and as a person - especially as a knight - a person who seemed to be preferred. But he is a Marquis man. I'm in a position where I can't abandon my social and human relationships.
(... but here and now, not many words I can say)
Aurora killed a sigh in the back of her throat.
Aurora doesn't know about the Knights. With a fiancée with a tentative head, there's no way I could talk about his work. Like Felix, a man who is a man but a knight is rare, and I guess he has quite a lot of grudge and certainty. Harassment to this extent - it only looked like Aurora to me to be harassed - and so on, perhaps unusual or irrelevant.
Work is a fluent thing in each. Ignoring implicit understandings can involve immeasurable dangers for gatekeepers. Distortion and darkness are everywhere, but trying to get it right is not always right. Because, at the age of 18, I started helping my father run his territory by telling him not to talk about people's work if he wasn't prepared to get involved until the end.
Aurora knows nothing about the work of the Knights. And as Felix's fiancée, he is tentative. Nothing can be said of Aurora, who is not prepared to bear his future together, with regard to the knighthood's gestures and the standing of the youth.
(So there's only one thing I can do right now -)
For just one thing, Aurora looks up.
But at that moment. Guin, a metal twirl sounds, a white blade dances through the universe, and.
"What?"
Aurora could only glance up at the true (...) sword of silver (...) descending towards herself.