"Aurora!"
"Huh?
"Are you okay, hold on!
Something warm that was dressed softly rocks Aurora. When I realized, the light had subsided, and my vision burned by the light had returned. If you look around, you groan as Yur rolls like a fig on the floor.
"Dude, dude, dude."
Don't push it.
The brain awakens loosely, relieved by a low voice that is perhaps familiar with hearing. If you are led by the samurai, brought into a small room, attacked by Yur, and call for help where you are caught up, there is light.
- Yes, the light.
"I said, yes, what, but"
Lord of voices - Felix faces Aurora's blurred voice and whispers in a grumpy low voice.
"That's my dialogue! I thought it was strange because you weren't coming back, and I was rude to Marquis Loomis and His Highness looking, but the demon stone unfolded... Aurora, the wound"
"Huh?"
There should have been no such thing as a scratch. Aurora tilted her neck, but her broken fingers touched her forehead. Head poke. Is it because of the head thrust? The badge and clasp are worn in the courtesy, and the hairstyle for nightclubs has a higher forehead than usual, so it's not strange to plunder and hurt.
"This is the..."
"That bastard......"
It's hard to say because I poked my head at it as much as I wanted. Whatever he thought of the mouthful Aurora, Felix stood up again and finally punched Yur's cheek, which was waking his upper body off the floor, as much as he wanted.
"Dear Felix!?
"Oh, this!
Should the eur, who fought against the eunuchs, be a knight, even if he rots? A fluttering but forged fist blushes Felix's cheek. The eyes of two slightly drunk men, blue purple and blue, burning in anger, intersect with intense flashes of light.
From there on out, it was a brawl I couldn't even see.
It was Yur who moved first.
Slowly, his upper body shakes, and he rolls out his dominant leg at a speed that I don't think he was laying around on the ground until just now. Regardless, it's not the kind of Felix who can hang his legs on something like that. He flew away without the weight or object of the decorative swinging costume, and was already jumping up in the next moment when it seemed like he was landing behind.
The shaken fist is slightly squeezed on the verge of entering Yur's jaw, but at the moment of his cancer, Felix's knee enters his belly. Blown up, Yur crashing into the wall still rolled unbroken and passive, slamming a kick under Felix's knees.
(It's a terrible fight...!
Their brawl continued in front of Aww and trembling Aurora.
You don't use magic or weapons because you know you can kill each other. But they are knights, which are also Kingsguard knights (elites). Felix, of course, is excellent as a knight, even if he has a problem with humanity. Even biological, fist, is very unlikely to be less lethal.
Every time there was a dokabaki disturbing sound, the thing on the desk flew, the chair collapsed and the vase broke.
(Oh, oh, the seemingly expensive sinoidal pottery...... the terminally embroidered tablecloth......)
The Porta Border Knights men also had a lot to start fighting about when they got drunk. They are so rougher and quicker than the Felix.
But they were 'used to fighting' for that matter, and they were familiar with the technique of beating each other with less damage to their bodies. The Knights also have 'The Punishment of Fighting (Private Fighting)' properly laid down, and even if they accidentally got too hot, their surroundings knew exactly how to stop them. On the other hand, it's a festival, a tournament. Because it's an exercise, it's like laughing and letting go.
But I guess that's not true in the Kingsguard, which is full of noble-raised men. In Aurora's eyes they obviously weren't 'used to fighting'. The fists of each other that are rolled out are almost serious and, if accidental, even likely to crush the skull. Aurora has no idea, such as how to get in and stop.
(Duh, what do I do...)
If you are aware, the two costumes are fine, and the long and beautiful hair that has been tidied is bossy. Beauty is ruined.
But in Felix, who was just a little drunk, and Yur, who had already accumulated damage to his body, it was obvious which was the advantage. When he noticed, Felix's fist was slapped all over Yur, and his body blew up like a piece of paper, crashing against the hung wall of the tapestry and collapsing in a zurli.
Ringing Katsunkatsun and military shoes, Felix walks over to Yur.
(Oh, no!
Felix was completely faceless and looked down at Yur. That face, neither evil nor angry, seems instead to indicate the depth of his anger, with a chilly cold air running through Aurora's back, which is not being turned angry. A dark blue costume that only looks black, with white hair on white skin, like a reaper in darkness. Palms glow loosely and some formation moves. Aurora hastily jumped on his arm.
"Master Felix! So, no! You can't stab Todome!! It really kills me!
"But"
"It's okay, because I'm okay! Your chastity is safe! Your forehead is because of your own head poking!
"But"
"No todome!!
Still overlooked by Felix, who seemed unable to fit in, Aurora rushed over to Yur and ran her mouth toward Felix.
"I'm the one who has a grudge! I should be the one who can hit you!!
"What?"
Muggle.
It hurts to beat him, Aurora decided otherwise, stepping on Yule's back as he lay down. The weight of Aurora, not in her poor shape, pierces Yule's spine.
Felix, with his mouth open, finally returned to me to Yur groaning under Aurora's dress.
"Yes!"
"Ugh..."
"A, Miss Aurora, Loomis is dead..."
"Eh!
"... ah"
"Yes, that's it!
A grudge crept up as he stepped on it, stopping Aurora, who was accidentally engulfing his heels, a voice that often passed like a wind blowing through the plateau. Moment, Batan! and make loud noises, heavy double-open doors open. On the left and right of the door stands a blue expression, the ladies who have led Aurora earlier. And in the middle of them, a brunette woman, who could follow a man in a black robe, stood in the royalty.
When the woman looks at Felix, who has stopped moving, she lifts her mouth satisfactorily and enters the room slowly. You're hurting your right leg. You're dragging it a little, and you have a silver wand in your right hand. The motion was slow, but the modus operandi was elegant yet prestigious and yet reminiscent of a lion.
For women, long, but curved body, milk-colored skin that is not burnt in the day is unmistakably female, and chestnut-colored hair that is tied up is firm. The face, not a jumping beauty, but neat, is somewhere neutral and riddled, and if you even dressed as a man, the girls are going to have a yellow voice. And above all, bright purple eyes that seem brilliant and brilliant point to her identity.
The dress that surrounded him was noble purple, unnecessary and loosely in line with the line of the body, but the drapes that spread plenty from the middle of the leg were huge, creating a graceful silhouette like a large circle of purple lilies while exceptionally reducing the strain on the feet and body. The embroidery applied is of course first-class, and the scattered stone does not have a single piece of fig or anything else.
She is the Third General of the Kingdom of Wellbum, Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Memoria.