"... well, yeah.
Slightly affirming Arthur's words, Style quietly touched the edge of his glasses as he turned away from his gaze.
"I honestly couldn't forgive you, and on the way... there were times when it was mostly at stake.
With that said, I quietly recall a conversation between Jilbert and his father, the king.
I was puzzled when Pride said he wanted to travel instantly to Jill Vail, but I also thought it would be a good opportunity, in more ways than that.
Pride is in its eyes, a good opportunity to find out who Jill Bale is.
I've known since that day, five years ago, that Jill Bale was originally spreading a bad reputation for pride.
But two years ago... since the day Pride first tried the sinner? Suddenly, there was a lot of rhetoric about pride. The way he spoke poorly, like trying to get in the mood for pride, got to his nose asexually.
Originally, Pride was not very alert to Jill Bale. Unlike me, Pride didn't have to do anything to suspect or weigh people like that, and he didn't have to know.
But I was anxious to see Jill Bale try to take in pride after the bill council. I was wondering if this guy is trying to round up about pride like the other adults.
So I thought it was good.
Stay here, if you find out who Jill Bale is. That way, you don't have to worry about me being rounded up by Jill Bale in case I'm not around anymore.
... Yet.
"Why do you hit your pride by being obstinate?" I've been doing that for a long time... since I signed a subordinate contract with Style!
What I heard far exceeded my expectations.
"Two years at that point... my hope remained unfulfilled, but my beloved daughter, Lord Pride, had the right to inherit the throne... and in just a few days, as soon as I found out that my predictive abilities dwelt, I had been found a splendid special ability named Master Steele," he said.
Jill Baer admitted that he had dared to hit his pride hard even in public.
And it was just a stomach I couldn't find the special abilities I wanted in the mouthfeel then.
That alone was starting to boil my chest wrath.
And above all, I couldn't forgive you then...
"You are truly sweet people who secretly overthrew the royal gesture and allowed contact with your real mother just because Lord Pride asked you to do so again and again for a few days."
My vision stained bright red with anger.
Not surprisingly, I stared at the pride that was next door, not Jill Bale.
Five years ago, Pride wrote to me and my mother. I didn't know how to interact with my father directly at that time, and neither did my father or my pride.
So I heard Jill Bale's words that day five years ago… I should have known it was all a lie. Yet I have always accepted that word without question. I remember all of Jilbel's words, word for word, that kept his pride's bad reputation coming.
with the anger of that time.
"The King is still sweet to Lord Pride... and this special treatment was also received in two replies. Though my teeth itch that I can't help.
That man, he said. Father had received two replies to a suggestion from Pride.
And what about the truth?
"I've been asked to do it again and again for days."
Hatred increased instead of anger reheating. Rather than rumours without roots or leaves, there was hatred for that man who was even twisting and spreading her kindness.
It didn't matter from the bottom of my heart, such as Jill Bale's complaint after that. In the meantime, I decided to make this sin pay, no matter how hard that man felt.
What brings you here as Prime Minister? Don't be ridiculous while spreading the bad reviews of pride. No matter how good you are as Prime Minister, what you have done is nothing more than disrespect and insult to the royal family.
Yeah, can you be me now? Over the past five years, trust in the castle has also won. It has held back, corrected, and spread good rumors of pride before spreading bad reviews by Jill Bale. There's not a single person in the castle who says bad things about me. You don't have to wait until Pride is queen. Even today I will spread this fact and make recommendations, dragging Jilbert off the chair of the Chancellor and punishing him under the law………………………………
It was when I was thinking that far.
It's been seven years, Albert.
Jill Behr's yelling brought her consciousness back.
Jill Baer was a voice like I'd never even heard before, moaning with trembling at times.
He said someone named Marianne was on the verge of rubbing it off.
And he said he was looking for someone with special abilities to heal the disease.
That's all anyone can tell.
This man was looking for someone with special abilities to cure the disease of a man named Marianne, and even tried to change the country's laws for that reason.
Honestly, I didn't think it was what Jilbel said that was always sensible. I have never crossed the spectrum of a special ability to heal a disease. I was wondering if you had associated your father or mother with such delusions. No, before that, suppose you were spreading a bad reputation for pride and gathering your own allies to increase the number of consenting and collaborating parties to establish the Special Competency Application Obligation Decree. That would mean that pride was also involved in that delusion.
Father was not even understanding why he would let such a strange-headed man sit in the Chancellor's chair.
And at the same time.
I still didn't think I should have brought Pride here.
Listening to Jill Bale's sad moan, I even regretted it.
If I looked at her just by the side, I would open my eyes and hear Jill Bale's words as she distorted her face spicidly.
She must have wanted to save Jill Bale.
For a long time, she has been an indifferent person when it comes to bad reviews of herself.
Sometimes I was upset by the rumors, but I didn't feel anger or sadness there or try to punish the rumored culprits.
As if it were natural for me to be rumored that way.
So I'm sure she'll only be thinking about Jill Bale and that person named Marianne who mourns right now.
And I'm sure from the bottom of my heart that I want to help.
By virtue of this, to such forces as Jill Bale.
I know, she said that's who she is.
Because she had such a pure white heart, I swore I would continue to protect it even if my heart stained black.
So if she wants to save me, I'll affirm it and cooperate. No matter what kind of person they are.
She is never stupid. I know it never means cooperating with the bill or anything because Jill Bale is pathetic. Then I'm sure he'll try to help in some other way.
When I heard Jill Bale had gone missing, I honestly thought he disappeared of his own volition, not kidnapping or something. And I'm wondering if I'm trying to do something extra... good again.
I sincerely thought it would have been good when Pride told me and Tiara were in the same room.
Because I'm sure she'd jump out on one of them.
And I was relieved when you asked me to check on Jill Bale. Honestly, I still didn't care what Jill Bale was messing with.
And as expected, the guy wasn't kidnapped or anything, he was hiding himself in the back street. It was obvious that we were trying to make a deal.
I really disagreed when Pride said he was going to go with me to get Jill Bale back. I didn't want to keep my pride close to that man if I could. But you can't do it anymore if you confirm her strong will. I know as much as I didn't like it two years ago that she couldn't break that eye.
Then at least I can go with you this time. Because we don't just wait like we did then, we can be pride together.
At this time, my mind was still quite organized.
But as soon as I got dressed and ready to start watching Pride and Jill Bale, my mind got really messed up again.
He revealed his identity as a man in the upper castle.
He had already made several connections with back-run people and made deals with money.
He declared that if he brought the special abilities he wanted, he would not choose the means.
He knew there was human trafficking that was supposed to be prohibited in our country.
He said he only wanted a reward for those who had found a special ability to heal the disease.
I thought it felt good for him to be ridiculed by the back-run people, but still, my anger didn't subside.
As much as I really thought it would be nice if Jill Bale stayed dead when he was attacked and when he grabbed his leg.
But...
"Style"
I can't resist my wish for pride.
I don't like the pride you've been holding my hand for, but I know what you want me to do, and I ended up helping Jill Bale.
Even as I exchanged words with the amazing Jill Bale, at the bottom of my chest I was simmering with even boiling anger.
Death of a person named Marianne. And Gilbert, shown by Pride's ability to predict the fact that no matter how he scratches, he will find no special ability to heal the disease, has wolfed terribly, reaching out to pride in pity. And I stood the desire to slit my throat like this, sticking my sword down its throat.
Yet instead of blocking words from Pride along the way, Jill chose to pick them and followed me this time. I wanted to shake my sword into the back of that throat right now.
I spinned my words as I desperately suppressed my intentions to kill.
"You tried to change the laws of the country for your own reasons, and even abandoned your father's aides without permission, leaving the castle to pass through the good and the bad, regardless of the means… on the contrary, you were trying to get your hands on human trafficking, which should be prohibited in our country.
I couldn't forgive it.
This man who betrayed his father, his country, his pride, his pride and mine.
'Besides, the oral gesture to the men earlier. If in exchange for a special ability to heal the disease, our country's classified information, our mothers, fathers, me or Tiara... most importantly, your sister, were you not going to pay without hesitation, Jilbel?
I say to him with hatred and contempt.
Yes, this man is the kind of man who can redeem his pride.
I know that very well.
Because I'm the same.
If Pride was offended and asked to redeem me, I would pay for it at all costs.
This man and I are a lot alike.
I can't help but be angry.
- Such a man...
I can't help but hate you.
I'm ashamed of myself for keeping such a man hostile for five years.
I always thought I wouldn't protect my pride from that day five years ago.
Dirty adults and, most importantly, from this man.
Like this man, and cunning, calculating, trusting, outward enough.
Once upon a time, Pride told me. He said the way he laughed was starting to resemble Jill Bale. I didn't like it and couldn't help it, but I still did it for pride because I was comparable to that man.
And then, day after day, I was conscious. Whether cunning or calculating more than anyone else, trying to gain a lot of trust, the better the outside, the closer you are to Jill Bale, whom I should have hated and hated at that time. And myself, to be making that guy look like a goal somewhere.
Still, one day, I came here to beat him.
Yet this man, who should also be known as the enemy, is now mercilessly attached to me.
Don't be silly.
Don't joke. Don't joke.
I, to drain you, to protect your pride from you, I, I, I, I...
'There are other things I want to say to you. But... let's just ask this now. You said you wanted to go back to the castle. Is that as a sinner by pleading guilty to all sins? Then I'll move you to the dungeon with my special abilities right now. Or are you forgiven for not pleading guilty and blaming your father? If you're not a sinner, I won't have to take you away. You can walk home like this. Either way, your fiancée has me as your source of evil.'
At the end of the day, if you think calmly, you'll see. It's just a lie. Whatever happens to my sick fiancée, the roots of all evil and nothing, it's all Jilbert himself who acted. There's no way she can be held accountable to a mere fiancée who's not even his wife, unless she's bluffing. Yet the more I said it, the more unexpectedly Jill Bale's complexion changed.
Yeah, I want to kill this guy like this right now.
Unexpectedly, the hand holding the sword is about to move in earnest.
For a man like this, I've been doing this for five years.
"Style"
In the words of pride, my thoughts turned white for a moment. I stopped trying to wave my sword because of you.
And it was Arthur's words that drove me right after.
"... but it's similar.
That's what I said at the Knights' recital when I told them if Gilbert and I were alike.
"... Wow.... you can't be like me.
No, he told me.
I was honestly pleased with the words.
"Unlike that prime minister, Temehe... has never been that bad.
Oh, he said it wasn't. I thought so.
Yet.
Reflectively hold down the glasses Arthur gave me. Unlike me, Jill Bale told me to hang up on this if you care. That's what you gave me.
... yet how about me now?
As cunningly as Jilbelle, cunningly calculated, highly trustworthy and outward extremes, understanding even the mood of such an outward path, and even leaving it to hatred to hunt down as soon as the position is reversed, falling into, and continuing to question this man whose position is weakened.
What's the difference between Jill Bale and me now that I keep hating?
I looked back at Pride and he looked terribly surprised.
I wanted to protect this man.
From a thin adult, from Jill Bale.
I hate Jill Bale from the bottom of my heart.
I cannot forgive Jilbel for falling into pride and trying to exploit it it.
I want to kill you in this place now.
But I guess pride is not good.
I guess I'll have mercy on a man like this, and try to forgive him.
Such a man is not worth it.
'Why...? Pride... such a man... why have mercy?'
I want to kill him.
I want to stop this man from breathing like this.
I have no hesitation about myself.
I just can't forgive this guy for trying to step on pride.
"Why... this man is a man of pride... who tried to sacrifice whomever he was, or... tilting his country would have been fine."
What happened to Jill Bale was hateful, grudging, angry, and most importantly,
Afraid
That this man might one day hurt his pride.
People like Jill Bale. Dirty adults.
... like me, a human.
I've already got thoughts mixed up in my head, and I hate them so much that I want to kill them, I'm not even sure if it's Jill Bale or myself that I want to get rid of them from my pride.
Pride apologizes to me for some reason and still tries to shelter Jilbel. I forgot my position, and now I'm the one blocking and shouting my pride.
"This man is not the kind of man who believes in pride. He is an adult who has only thought about kicking you down or using you to this day."
That's it, I can't feel my emotions anymore.
I don't know pride. How much this man has been spreading his pride pussy.
Until now, how much pride has striven to be worthy of the queen, thinking of the people.
I've always wanted many people to know that.
Yet because of the bad reviews that Jill Bale circulates, people who don't know their pride believe the rumors the way Jill Bale thinks, and other people slap their pussies again.
Until now, how long has Pride been bewitched by this man for his name and existence?
This man must have hurt me the most with no other pride.
'I'm sorry, Stayle. Because he is still my beloved citizen.
Still, she forgives this man.
That being said, Pride held me tight, stroked my head and told me, and the heat of my boiling head quietly drew. Power fell out of his hand, which should have been so trembling that his sword slipped off. Instead, I gripped my pride body back to the best of my ability.
... I wonder why this guy can be so clean.
"Eh... that man... hurt me... for a long time... your name... you... over and over again, where I don't know... all the time..."
I couldn't help but hate you.
Because pride has always been hurt because of a man like this.
Its clean and beautiful name, many times.
Regret, regret, regret.
I've known the nature of this man for five years.
Until today, I couldn't outdo this man.
To such an unusual and miserable man opponent.
Every time I heard bad reviews of pride, I couldn't forgive them.
I could not allow myself to see through, use and try to dispose of the value of pride.
I couldn't allow myself to sacrifice even this country that I loved of Pride.
Why am I so helpless?
I've been trying so hard for five years, I couldn't even protect my pride from guys like this.
Only the bottom line got worse, my heart got dirty, and I didn't think I deserved to be beside my pride.
'Thank you, Style. You must have protected me all the time where I didn't know.
It was just that one word.
Just that one word, I felt forgiven for everything.
My weakness, my ugliness, my filth, everything.
The warmth of pride purified the starch in me until just now, and my heart was healed and filled every time he stroked my head.
What would have happened to me if Pride hadn't done that to me then?
Maybe he really crossed the line with hatred as it was, and he was falling.
Then I'm sure I couldn't have... been beside my pride anymore.
I stopped because of my pride.
Most importantly, when I saw Mr. Marianne and Jilbert saved by Arthur... I thought from the bottom of my heart.
I didn't have to kill Jill Vail, and he said it was really good.