Ambulance building
Val, who was visibly severely injured and debilitated, was ordered by our guards to take him to the castle ambulance. Physicians with special abilities to treat resident injuries were able to heal most of the apparent injuries thanks to their healing. The wounds, rather than bruises and abrasions, were just terrible, and it was okay because resting until the day healed would also advance healing due to special abilities.
At first, he left it to the guards and the doctors in the ambulance, and asked his father and mother for permission to temporarily invite "acquaintances" into the castle before returning to the ambulance. Stiles, Arthur and Tiara, of course, together. Tiara also remembers Val, who was very scared at first, but now asks how Val is as she calms down a little and hides behind the style.
A guest of the First Princess… so when we arrived, she slept upstairs in a private room bed in the ambulance building. While he was losing his mind, he was cleansed of his dirty body with mud, and was forced to wear clothes that were simple but clean. Until just now, I'm like a different person from the floater.
Was it mostly debilitating, it never happened at all now? If you look seriously at Val's out-of-power face for the first time, which is neither glaring nor malicious, perhaps you feel like your age is in your early twenties. Originally painted on a neat face thanks to the game painter, he also looks quite a beautiful man when he sleeps like this, paired with brown skin. I couldn't tell because the game only had two bad faces and a surprised face.
"Pride... why did you help this man?
The style opens its mouth heavily. Perhaps it had a conjecture, it was just an improbable look.
"Hey, Style. Who is this man?
Style looked up at Arthur, who was just telling me to explain, with his eyes alone, and whined the first word, "Don't you remember?"
"The Knights ambush four years ago.... that's the only surviving ambush your sister and the Knight Commander captured at that time.
"Ha... ⁉"
Arthur peels his eyes at Style's words. He managed to hold on to his hand trying to hold the hips sword as if he couldn't keep up with the processing as it was "Koitsu... What the heck..." I also feel a slight willingness to kill and look pretty upset. I can't help it, because the Knights ambush four years ago, and the cliff collapse are both unforgettable cases for Arthur, whose real father was involved.
"Easy, Arthur. This sinner is punished by your sister to the covenant of servitude. No one can be harmed.
That said, Style controls it by hand, but Arthur stares at Val with a look like he still can't solve it. Maybe I should let Arthur pull you off here once.
"I'm sorry, Arthur. If you don't like it, call Jack the Kingsguard later."
"No, I'm here. I will never leave you.
resolutely, with such a mouthful, staring at Val, but only that statement was clear. Breathe as if the style was a little relieved to see it.
"... sister, may I ask you something?
"What, Style?
Style turned to me this time and slowly opened his mouth.
"I ask you again, why did you help this man?... or are you going to help?
Tiara and Arthur opened their eyes to Style's words and compared me to Val.
"Because I'm the one who ordered him to. Besides, he must now be a people of my beloved country.... I will hear his words before deciding what to do.
If he's really here for help, all he can do is help. However, depending on the content, I don't know if I would reach out even if I asked for help. It was so lame, the possibility that he simply died and came to me to spare his life, and that someone might have attacked him or chased him somehow.
Even if you do not ask for help from me, what I commanded him was, 'Come to me when you face a situation that you cannot help yourself with, and you sincerely want someone's help.' Cause it is.
If he didn't want me, if he just wanted help, he'd have to come to me.... Honestly, I was relieved when I found out he was the vagrant who was evicted by the guards. I cursed my shallowness. I wonder how he, a common man and even a sinner, can come to see me without breaking the law to the First Princess, who lives in the castle. If I hadn't noticed there, he'd have to go as far as the castle as hell even if he could have lived on that spot for a long time, be driven away by the guards, and still drag his body to get to me again. The order of the covenant of slaves is absolute. If I was bad, I could have let him die because of my extra orders.
"... I will... obey Lord Pride if he wills.
Arthur calmed down a little or he opened his mouth to pout and squeal so. "Thank you," Arthur told her heartfelt gratitude, laughing and nodding at her mouth only small. I smile back at him and see Val again.
How the hell has he spent the last four years?
Tiara comes next to me in fear, and closer to Val. You're still a little scared, and as soon as I held my hand, I shook it back hard. Still, worried with his trembling hands, he touched Val's scorched brown hair, stroking its head to plunder the tip of his hair
"Huh 8265; huh"
A brown hand grabbed Tiara's thin arm.
Val, who was supposed to be asleep earlier, suddenly grabbed Tiara's arm and jumped up. Tiara's tall scream echoes, and let go of that hand, and Style and Arthur lay down their swords.
"Val, it's an order! Get your hands off me. My son is a royalty.
As soon as I roughed up my voice, Val let go of that hand before turning towards me.
By my command, the Lord, who exchanged the covenant of slavery, he can neither harm others nor touch the royal family with one finger. Perhaps I really grabbed that one reflexively.
Maybe Val is a little confused because he doesn't know why. I glanced at Tiara's own hand, next I was surprised by my body and outfit, then I was confused by where I was, and finally I saw us.
"This place is... ♪ Now when,... you guys,... they're... ♪"
Words don't seem to come together, they're still moving.
"Calm down and listen to me. This was in the castle, and you were down on the road in the middle of the castle. I'm Pride Royal Ivy. … the Lord with whom you have made a covenant of subordination.
Val opened his eyes for the last time, listening in silence to my orders. For a moment, Val gained momentum to try to escape the scene, but soon the movement would unnaturally twist and move.
"Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh..."
It's like being manipulated by something. Bend yourself from the top of the bed and kneel. One of the things ordered in the covenant of slaves is, "Respect the royal man." As long as we're here, he won't even be allowed to stand up, rather than cross the royal family without my orders. Val seemed unable to move off the spot as if his body had glued to the bed.
This is the contract of servants.
Val wants to move his body to resist, but it won't come true before us in the royal family.
"Let me introduce you first, listen carefully. This child is Second Princess Tiara, this is First Prince Stale. You've met them once, these kids are royalty people just like me.
The contents of the servant's contract include "obey the royal decree". If he recognizes this, he won't be able to defy me next to Stile and Tiara either. Val further distorted the face when he confirmed Stayle and Tiara with his eyes alone.
"Answer me, Val. Why were you down there?
He cannot lie or deceive me, nor can he shut his mouth. He rattled his teeth painfully and gradually opened his mouth.
"Ah... Her Royal Highness... as commanded... by the covenant of servants... I came..."
Again, it wasn't a coincidence. He came to see me. My fingers are trembling with anger as I spin my words with hatred.
…… … forgive us our disrespect on condition that we do not harm people. Take it easy.
I can't stand tying him to slavery in such a way as to force him too much. This condition is too harsh to listen to. When I temporarily forgive him with an order, the power falls out of his body in sight as if the bondage had been broken. And the next moment, when he suddenly flipped the blanket on the bed, he rushed out to the window at a glance.
"Wait, wait, wait."
Style, my word stabs him before Arthur moves. Almost at the same time as I screamed, Val unnaturally stopped that leg and stopped moving with his back to us.
"Damn... this..."
I walk over slowly to Val, who keeps resisting.
"Turn this way.
Val changes direction and stares at me from the front with a hateful look. Brown skin, scorched tea hair, and sharp eyes filled me with hostility.
"Why did you try to escape now?
I ask. One by one, the reason for his actions.
"Huh... I was just drawn to Temehe by the covenant of slaves. For the royalty. From the beginning.
I can hear Gilli and his fang-like teeth eating and tying. Does that mean he doesn't need my help?... No, but if you don't ask for help, there's no way the slave contract will be activated in the first place.
"Didn't I have a wish?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
"Didn't you want someone to help you even if it wasn't me?"
He took a breath in my pursuit. He turned away from me and groaned abominably, "Yes," in a small voice, rattling his teeth in a critical manner. Though you don't lie to the Lord, you probably don't want to admit that fact yourself.
Looking back small, Steele, Tiara and Arthur all have a surprised look at Val's words.
He doesn't want my help. But I want someone's help.
"... then, Val. Let's ask.
That's what I said, and when I breathed in, Val suddenly raved his voice, "Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it." He retreated small and exhaled roughly as he refused.
If I ask, he cannot refuse to answer.
Still, I wasn't going to stop it. He hasn't come to me in four years. It's as difficult as he ever wanted. I have to ask whether he wants my help or not. I open my mouth to him, knowing it was cruel.
"Val, say what your heart desires.
The next moment, Val suffered terribly.
He grabbed his throat with both hands and tightened it up as if he refused to speak. Gua, squeezing his voice, still strangling himself over and over again to resist his mouth trying to speak. As it was, he was going to choke to death first.
"Stop the futile resistance and let go, Val.
As he raised his voice, he took his hand off its throat with a fine tremor in Val's hand. He knelt down to collapse on the spot, pressed his fist against the floor to endure, and gradually his mouth moved.
"... heh... help... and... give me...
It was small and didn't sound like much. I'll do it again. When ordered, he also opened his mouth with a distorted expression of humiliation.
"Help me... help me..."
He still wants help. But I was mouthing what I wanted out of my teeth as if I still wanted to hide something.
"I command you as Lord. Speak clearly of your desires."
Unmercifully inform Val, who continues to resist. At that moment he raised his voice along with the gully and the hard sound of whether he really chewed his own teeth off.
"Help us both..."
Sad, then desperate, his desire wooded all over the room.