"... so tell Lord Pride... that I'm here, too... but I'm so nervous... but... Lord Pride said thank you..."
"Arthur. Shall we have another glass of water?
Eric slapped the watermark on his shoulder in his hand to Arthur, who rammed the jock onto the table with one hand.
Instead of going straight into the glass next to it, I poured water directly into Arthur's jock, which had been filled with booze until earlier. Thank you for Eric's words, Arthur swallowed the water at once as he returned it.
"Um...... That, how far did I tell you...... uh... Captain Alan is awesome and strong... and in battle he looks good with swords and fights"
"Please don't talk about it anymore, Arthur." Seriously, there's a fire coming out of my face. "
Alan turned his face bright red for a different reason than booze, as his face struck out Arthur's words bright red because of his drunkenness. Keep pointing at the column holding your head with your elbows on the table next door.
"Look at the column. It's completely sunk."
Eric accidentally laughed bitterly at Alan and Column's appearance. The column, whose face turned bright red enough to produce hot air while holding his head, shivered with a pimple on his shoulder and does not move while he leaned down. "Captain Column..." Arthur muttered to Alan's words, opening his mouth again.
"Captain Column is... admired by everyone... awesome and brilliant... for the feelings of people"
"Eric, let Arthur drink more water."
Eric laughed at the sudden scream and poured more water into Arthur's jock. "I didn't stop Alan. It was my fault..." murmured Column to Arthur, who drinks water as recommended.
After a confidential visit to Pride, three days have passed since I returned home.
Alan, who had taken Arthur half-force into his room, was enjoying an evening out in the room with Column, Eric.
Originally, Alan's room, which likes to take his buddies and drink them in the room, was lined up with tables and multiple chairs of sizes that obviously are not for one person, with a considerable amount of liquor bottles taking the place. All the knights who visit Alan's room for the first time are so impressed at first with something more like a small tavern than a captain's own room.
As dragged Arthur was advised to drink by Alan, Eric and Column were immersed in the treatment of empty bottles left in the corner of the room and cleaning up the room.
And an hour later, there was an appearance of Arthur, who had been completely crushed by Alan as they finished cleaning up.
Arthur, who basically doesn't drink more than his tolerance, was lightly drunk by Alan, the captain and a good drinker.
And Column and Eric, who dared to acquiesce while knowing Alan's thoughts, are also guilty of the same crime. I also wanted to know the column about "What were you talking about that night with Master Pride," and Eric knew from the beginning that it was impossible to make Alan give up.
And as soon as Alan asked Arthur, who was strongly drunk, Arthur was proud to be the first captain deputy to Pride to speak out.
Plus I talk about it over and over again because of the drunkenness, so it's extra troublesome.
Fortunately, Column and Alan haven't noticed Eric daring to offer water to initialize the story so that he doesn't talk any more from around Pride sleeping.
"Honestly...! Never let Arthur get drunk again...!
"I was wondering if something had happened with Lord Pride... more than that. Tell us our story...!
Even though just a compliment from my men seems like a fire coming out of my face, I'm even more embarrassed to think that was spoken to in pride.
Eric laughs at the two people who should have crushed Arthur but were sunk the other way around.
Only he already knew what Arthur was talking about with Pride that night. I was embarrassed when they told me their story, and it lit up that they spoke of it again in front of the two captains, but now Arthur's top priority was to offer water and stop it before he spoke of the core of his interaction with Pride.
After finishing his several senior brags, he also leaked "... Lord Pride's... hands..." and "... please tell me... yes..." but the senior knight himself was after he had already blocked both ears by being stunned by the story before him.
"Because... I thought all the seniors were awesome... dressed up... and all the knights here are knights I admire..."
"Uh, I know. I know. You've always admired knights, haven't you?
"No, wait, Arthur, Eric. Arthur's a fine knight now, isn't he?
I mean, all the guys in the Knights are knights.
Columns and Alan tuck sequentially at Arthur, who zeroes bumps and truths, and Eric, who hammers as he gets used to it.
Eric looked at it and said, "Uh, captain. When I said that to Arthur now..." he opened his mouth, but was struck down by further Arthur's words along the way.
"Well... all the knights admire me... they look great... but not only my father and Clark... but also Captain Alan, Captain Column and Deputy Eric... wow they look great... Captain Alan is strong... he even invites me to his heels... Captain Column is so sweet and five years ago"
"" Eric, let him drink water.
Yes. And the two captains overlap. At the same time, Eric also makes Arthur drink more water before it becomes his story. Even after drinking water, he keeps scratching and screaming, "No, I'm really awesome. Respect you..."
"Arthur is like this every time he gets drunk. It's always been like this, not only when we drank with ourselves, but also when we talked about the knights who were on the spot.
I don't remember the person talking about it. And to Eric, who laughs, that's better. and Alan and Column muttered at the same time.
It was then.
"Sounds like fun. Do you mind if I join you?
Unexpectedly, there was another voice from the room where there should only be four of us. Alan, Column and Eric put up their swords as they turned to the signs they felt at the same time, and Arthur raised his hand.
"No, Style...
Arthur whines as he stuck to the table, guessing someone with just his voice and signs. The senior knights also looked back and accidentally circled their eyes.
As soon as he tried to raise his voice, Dear Steele let his index finger stand in his mouth and dive his voice, "It's hard for the other knights to notice me," he said.
Style, the first prince of this country, sits gracefully back as he relents in the chair that was stood at the corner of Alan's room, smiling with a smile in front of the four knights. For the three knights, it was an obviously unusual sight.
"Become… why, Master Stayle, in such a dirty place……"
"Hey Column! You don't need to be dirty."
"No, leave it. Why are you in Captain Alan's room instead of Arthur's?"
To the three words, Stayle looked around and slowly stood up, "Oh, was this Captain Alan's room?
"I waited a while in Arthur's room, but in my absence. With that said, I remember you all inviting Arthur over for a drink in one of the kingdoms of Anemone.
So move directly to Arthur for a moment and come here. and the three of them looked at each other in a laughing style. At the same time, I recall that Style had told me that he wanted to join too.
"It was just fine. I wanted to join you. [M]
Mind if I sit next to you? and asked Captain Column, "Go ahead!," said Captain Column, recommending a seat between Arthur and himself to Style.
"You look quite sorry, Arthur.
Style gives a mean grin and a voice to Arthur, the first bored drunk he sees. Then Arthur only changed the direction of his face and looked at the style. Eric looked at it and said, "Uh... Dear Steel. Arthur now," he called out, "but it was too late. Style… and Arthur whimpered small, keeping his mouth open.
"Stayle... he's so strong... smart... I'm so thinking about Master Pride, really...... so... he's a hard worker, he's serious, he's a sword."
"Wait, Arthur! What are you saying abruptly?"
Unexpectedly, a rushed style, such as that, held Arthur's mouth with his hand. Abou, and three knights bite off a laugh as Arthur's mouth is sealed at the hands of the first prince.
"Arthur is always like this when he gets drunk.
Style rounds his eyes to Eric's words. As it was, I offered Arthur the water Eric poured into the jock.
"Oh, but don't worry, this is the first time I've talked to you about Master Stayle. Even if I get drunk, I can tell the difference there.
I heard Arthur talking that night myself... and laughed, pouring more water just into the jock that Arthur had just finished drinking.
"That night, Arthur told Lord Pride all about Captain Alan and Captain Column, … himself and Master Steele." Don't worry, this is all I have on my side. I think I wanted to tell Master Pride.
"So, or...
Style nodded as he had all sorts of guesses at Eric's explanation. Arthur, who had finished drinking water in the meantime, slammed against the table again and began to open his mouth even more even though he hadn't even been asked.
As soon as possible, the offense with Arthur begins again.
"Captain Alan is so strong and dependable..."
"Stop it, Arthur! Don't even let Master Style hear you."
"Captain Column is thoughtful and smart..."
"In front of Arthur Smart and the famous Style, I'm the only one to be ashamed of!
"Deputy Eric is an amazing hard-worker... capable of everything..."
"Arthur, have another glass of water. Where is it?
"The style..."
"Arthur, I can't believe you're drunk.
For some reason, a knight captain, deputy captain and first prince are swung at Arthur entirely.
Finally, when Stile grabbed Arthur's back neck as he slammed against the table, the first prince himself opened the door and let Arthur out.
Batan, and the style returns to Sta and his original seat with the sound of the door closing slightly rampantly.
Inevitably, only Alan, Column, Eric and Stile were left in the room.
"Oh... if you don't mind, will Master Steele have something to drink?"
I only had sake, but I answered that Alan had a slight panic and that the style must be sneering.
"By the way... if you'll excuse me, is Master Stayle going to Arthur's this evening to talk about that night?
"Yeah, well... that too.
Style gently clouds the words in the column.
"… more than that, I wanted to hear from you, Arthur's predecessors.
I receive a glass of liquor from Alan and look around the three of them as they are. As surprised by Style's words, his eyes were round again. The knights looked at each other's faces. Style doesn't mind that, and Arthur just isn't here. and looked at the door, and raised a glass to the three of them.
"... from all of you, what do you think frankly about Arthur?