"... I had no desire to talk to you, did I?
Lady Style was in a pretty good mood laughing at me and Lord Arthur as he made a grin.
"I'm sorry, Chancellor Gilbert. A conversation that didn't happen to overhear me.
Lord Arthur tried to whisper "Hey, now..." as he pulled a little on the appearance of Mr. Steele, but shortly afterwards he was stepped on by Mr. Steele and stared at Mr. Steele as he distorted his face in pain.
"Don't worry. There is also a garden in my house if it is a meeting place.
If I gave it back with a smile like that, I would say with a smile pasted from Master Stayle: "That was good." and returned. Apparently he still doesn't cool his anger at me. But... I think that's good for me.
"Then would you mind if I accompanied you then? Be sure to make arrangements. You may go crazy at hand because you're immature.
I'll slash you with my sword in the dark, but you want to say it. His words like this have been alive since he was adopted. His appearance as an adult trying to protect Lord Pride, who has been your sister since he was seven years old, was impressive. Previously, I duly recieved him not to enlighten his animosity towards the royal family against his irony. But his sarcasm, which has become even more poisonous since Maria's incident, has smiled at me now, and I want to sharpen that cleavage with a return of interest.... Although I try to be solemn because when Albert notices me, I get my fist slapped in.
"It is. Master Steele still seems to be anxious about the sword when it goes crazy at hand. If you don't mind, can I help you?
Well, this is what I do from time to time is bad ground.
Master Stayle was obviously pulling up his mouth with eyes that he wasn't laughing at and making his blues stand. Lord Arthur, who is beside him, steps back and distance himself from him and me.
"... why do you behave like a special victory over your sister and Arthur to me every time...?
I lurk my voice and smile back at Mr. Style, who stares at me like a simmer.
"No, it's not. I also sincerely thank Master Steele. I will never forget how much I owe you.
Dare I say it in a bright tone and he'll crack in the glass in his hand with it stirred up. "Then why...?" I felt a little sorry for him and stopped to fix it.
"Right.... as it is, because you don't want me to forgive you?
Dear Stayle, and Lord Arthur's expression changes. Was it an unexpected word for them?
For a great sin, I was saved by the mercy of Lord Pride, the unshakeability of Lord Arthur.
And Master Steele is the right one. After that incident, the only one who's turned that anger on me without forgiving me. Similar to Lord Arthur's fist, it was a thought that would save me his animosity and anger.
For a few years, I committed an unacceptable thing.... because he's the only one who shows me that he made a mistake.
Seeing my thoughts, Master Style erased his rare and usual black smile and was distorted by a look that seemed complicated for a moment. A frustrating, boring look, so... a little remorseful. But I held the edge of my eyeglasses with my fingers as if I had immediately regained my mind, leaned down, and raised my face again, this time with a rare, murky look on my face.
"It doesn't matter whether you want it or not. I will not forgive you yet.... I've hated you for a long time.
That's all I'm saying, he stares at me as I tilt the wine at hand.
"Yeah, thank you. I have always admired you, though.
Saying so, including a grin, he stuck his throat about to erupt the wine in his mouth and swallowed it over a few seconds. Then turn that eye wide open to me as if I had been distracted. On the side Lord Arthur received a glass of Master Steele as surprised, comparing me to Master Steele.
The way it looks is funny and I accidentally follow him with a heartfelt smile.
"It's like you're looking at yourself as a young child.
As soon as I said that, Mr. Stayle overflowed me with unusual killings. Lord Arthur noticed and whispered to him, "Stop now", changing his position so that the look of the Style could not be seen by the others in a hurry.
"... I'm absolutely nothing like you.
When I told him to just throw up and throw it away, he turned his back on me like he was going to talk any more, and Lord Arthur bowed his head to me, too, and then followed it.
... my words are sincere. Of course, I also knew that Master Steele would not be pleased with it.
He still looks like me before. to me who was just as old as he is now. Including the bright, premature and slightly belly-black areas. But he won't be as refracted and wrong as I am. Unlike me, he's a person who always tries to be right.
Above all, I'm already surrounded by good families and good friends from that age, and important beings to protect. Unless he tries to get it off his hands, I'm sure he'll be fine.
At the dawn when Lord Pride takes over as Queen and he becomes Regent, I shall also do my utmost to support him and Lord Pride.
Because that is what will repay him for leading Lord Pride, Lord Arthur, and even the abominable me to Maria.