"From me, too, … is it good…"
Speaking in such a way as fear, he seemed to lie about his prestige when he first saw it.
The Knights chief tried to say something about "you..." but Deputy Clark can stop you.
"Yeah, I don't mind."
Forgiving him so, he spoke of potpourring to clog him.
"... father...,... for saving my father... thank you...
embarrassment, or he talks with his face down. Long hair drips from the neck and sticks to the floor.
……… … will… be… "
"... Huh?
I didn't hear it in a small voice. When I asked him back again, he woke up physically and still remained on his knees.
"I'm... a special abilist...... but my father... it's not even a force for knights, and... it's only a role for crop growth...
He looked quietly at his hands. It's a stained hand of dirt that won't fall, as you can see from a distance.
The Knights Commander seems to have something to think about, and he listens to my child as he indulges in a long time.
Behind me, the knights who were supposed to have left the room were peeking through the open door to see what was going on.
"I am... not even at my father's feet... I am a fucking human being..."
He stuck his fist on the floor and made a sharp noise as if to punish himself, blood seeping into his fist.
I remember the first time I met him.
The more you curse. How many times has he turned the curse against himself? And how much you would have denied and hurt yourself.
If you look at the Knights Commander, he was holding his fist in the same way, eating up his teeth. But his expression changes in the words of his next son.
"... me... I'm going to work out more... my father's fucking archaic... work out... so"
Around, he raised his face for the first time.
My hair drooped and I couldn't see my face but surely those eyes pointed straight at me.
"Can I be a good knight too?"
Shizuku drips from the gap between the bump and the hair. He didn't even wipe those tears, and he said in a plundering voice, "Oh, even now...!," he muttered.
So I answer.
"You can be.
He solidifies.
I know it's not a good thing to put it simply. Being a knight is a big deal. Will there be thousands of people in this country alone who aspire to be knights and end their lives without fulfillment?
Still, I think.
I'm sure he'll be a knight. To a knight as fine as his father. If you are disappointed in yourself and still want to get up and go that way. If you are familiarizing yourself with the great wall of my father, the Knights Commander, and still aspire to it.
"No matter who in this world denies you, I affirm. You said you could be a fine knight like your father. And let's just... keep waiting as long as I have my life. When you visit this room again as a knight.
Slowly keep walking over to him.
With tears, trembling, and still hidden in my hair, those eyes don't try to get away from me.
"Show me your face well," he said, kneeling on both knees, slowly lifting his long hair shining in silver.
Beautiful eyes. Deep, blue eyes. It was the same color as the Knights Commander. I finally got a good eye for him. He who is crying feels like a little child when he is supposed to be older than himself and gently strokes his head.
"Let's promise. I will wait for you until I die. Become a knight, like your father... no, in the life ahead, when you became the knight you aspired to be... protect your beloved people and my dear family.
Put your hands gently on both his cheeks. Hot, and wet with tears. I wonder how prepared you were to reveal this to me.
"... I... can protect you... I... what the hell...
Drop your nose and keep staring at me without a single blink. I'm sure he's been, like, denying himself.
"You can. Because you have the kindness to think and tear up your family and such fine hands. And..."
Hold his hand with both hands.
It's a big, strong hand, not a small, poor hand like me. By the way, I have abrasions and blood beans. Was it made of rice balls or farming? On top of that, the blood was seeping because I slammed him on the floor earlier.
His eyes open like he can't believe me holding his own hand. Still, I didn't mind and held that hand so he wouldn't hurt.
"Don't you... want to be so... strong?"
From me, too, I desperately appeal to him.
Over and over again humiliating himself, he said that he could still be, because he seemed to be screaming from all over his body that he wanted to be strong and strong.
There were even more large tears in his eyes, overflowing,
"... ugh... ahh..."
Turn away, shake your head, and roar unspoken. And when he swallowed something up, Ngu, he started opening his mouth again.
"I will……………………………………………………………………"
He shook my hand back with it.
Strong, hot those hands are shivering because they're crying.
"All my life...! Let me protect you..."
With his bright red eyes along with his huffy, beastly breath, he keeps his eyes off me.
Me...? What am I...?
Unexpectedly doubt plunders my head.
Is there any value in being protected by the evil outrageous princess of the future?
But now he's telling me that the feeling of a young man holding my hand is straight and real. I'm honestly happy with that feeling. So I give it back to him with a grin.
"You... what's your name?
"Arthur... Arthur Beresford."
Arthur...
I have a problem with that name.
Arthur Beresford
Arthur...
Arthur Knights Commander of the target of the attack
Come here. Finally I remembered that the fall of the cliff was the past he spoke of in the game.
Yes, he's the Knights in the game leader. He was the only target of the final settlement, the most powerful knight who overwhelmed Lasbos' pride with sword moves.
Various settings run around about Arthur at once in a potato ceremony, but only now does he desperately concentrate his consciousness trying to put it all behind him.
"Dear Pride...?
Arthur looks at me with his eyes swollen with tears.
Arthur. I can't believe your knight captain's son was the target of the attack.
But...
Phew, I can't help but laugh.
Good, I knew he could be a knight.
"... Arthur.... It will surely not be far into the future to be fulfilled.
I keep my eyes closed as Arthur surprised me. I don't know what that means.
I don't know if I can say it.
But if this word pushes his back a little bit.
"Now, I predicted. You will be a fine knight in the near future. It's not just me, everyone admits, to a strong knight.
Hold back even harder the hand he shook back at me.
"And you'll be a knight who should keep my back.
"Uh..." tears overflow again from his open eyes with a small voice.
"I'll wait, Arthur. And..."
I've spoken of his future. I'm sure as the game goes he will be a fine knight. Then I need to tell you this properly, too.
I drew each other's hands tied to my own chest and whispered in his ear.
"When I judge you to be the enemy of the people of this country, cut off this neck first.
Give me that blade for the peace of the people.
With a flashing expression, he drew me the other way when I tried to get my hands off me and stand up, saying, "What the... ⁉R"
Shit, would I have threatened you a little?
While I was careful not to wave away the hand I was drawn to, I said, "It's okay, the last one isn't just predictive. I said," I made you laugh.
"Your sword is to protect those you love.... my desire to be such a knight.
Please, Tiara, my family, your family... the people. Please protect me from the evil of me.
Arthur seemed speechless for a while, but after a while, he nodded at me one last time, many times.
"Ok... I will always be a knight! I will protect you, your precious things... my father, my mother, all the people of my country, as long as I can reach them... such a knight."
When Arthur shouted that way, he slowly took his hand away from me like it was out of strength.
The deputy commander walked up to us sometime and gently put his hand on Arthur's shoulder. "Shall we go" prompts him in a gentle tone.
The knight captain I was with... and turned to him.
... he was crying, too.
I don't even know how long I've been crying. Covering his eyes with big hands, tears abound from the gaps in his fingers endlessly.
I get worried, and when I try to hang a close voice, "Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Pride" is called first. Yes, and when I replied, the Knights leader lay flat on the spot, making a gunshot noise and punching his forehead on the floor.
"Thank you for saving my life."
Potatoes and tears pour down the floor again.
"... to my friends... to my men, to my family... heh... good to see you again..."
The Knights Commander's voice was already mixed with whimpers. When I hear it this way, it sounds a lot like Arthur.
"And most importantly... my son... told the knight... and... heard the words... eh...
Arthur looked terribly surprised by the Knight Commander speaking with a zero whimper. I look at my father with my eyes all round.
And finally, the Knights captain squeezed out a word so he could whimper.
"... well... alive... good..."
I'm more than happy with that word now.
Tears accumulate in my eyes unexpectedly, tears.
Hold Roderick Knights captain flat, smaller than me in the child, straight from the top.
With this big back, I guess I've saved and protected a lot of people.
My men, colleagues, and family loved me so much.
Yet he was dead in the game.
Surprised by an ambush, in the fall of a cliff.
I couldn't protect one of my men, couldn't make up with my son, and I'm sure he was dead with regret for everything.
So now I'm so glad he's alive.
I'm glad you're alive, I'm glad you told me that.
Good, good, good...
"Good... eh..."
I kept myself on the back of the crying Knights captain and couldn't stop crying.
Then, it was from the very next day that Arthur began to overlap his archery with his father, the Knights of Roderick.