"... from all of you, what do you think frankly about Arthur?
Without breaking the Japanese grin, Style asked the three knights.
Arthur is, at the moment, the youngest and brilliant knight who served as the chief of the cavalry.
Furthermore, among the knights, except the captain and deputy captain, he boasted the greatest strength with the sword, and also grabbed the seat of the Kingsguard knight. And he is also the fruitful son of the Knights Commander.
I don't hear any bad rumors about the knights from Arthur himself.
Except for the rumors about Arthur himself.
It is not strange to have someone jealous or obnoxious about his prowess. Even if it's a proud knight, it's because he's human.
"From your eyes, … and rumors and ratings from the other side, etc.
I dare to give out a help boat so that I can escape if it's only a story I've heard from other people, not my own opinion. Stayle concentrated her consciousness not to overlook one of the three gaze without breaking her grin.
Alan, Column and Eric each gazed straight back at each other. As it were, Alan was the first one to open his mouth.
"As far as I know, there's no one to say anything bad about him.
There's no such thing as telling you. Column and Eric nodded in agreement with Alan's words as well. Keep it up. Column leaves one step ahead.
"I know Arthur cares about the ratings around him because he does differ from many other knights. Not only is it the son of our Knights Commander, but he is full of talent and does not fail in his efforts. And push the other knights out. They're entrusting the Kingsguard knights.... but he doesn't precipitate. Besides, even the No. 8 force of strength supremacy, his reputation is high.
"Some of the recruits who came in recently have knights who admire Arthur, but no one doubts his jealousy or his prowess. Neither the Knights Commander nor the Vice Commander have Arthur at all. Rather, it is sometimes adored by most knights because they are the youngest.
Well, everyone finds out you're a knight captain and a parent and a child because you look alike. and Eric spoke without any inclusions and laughed.
"I can't believe it. At least I like Arthur! The sword arms are first-class, and we're pretty good with each other. Well, I envy Lord Pride's Kingsguard!
"Your" dating "will most likely be dragging Arthur around unilaterally.... but I also think Arthur is a good knight. I am a fine Kingsguard knight worthy of Lord Pride.
"Me too, I think Arthur is a good guy. I'm looking forward to being upright, hiccups, and future growth.
Style nodded contentedly at the words of the three knights. I am very proud that my best friend is highly regarded by the excellent knights. "Really?" he returned, swallowing a bite of the contents of the glass.
After that, the subject of Arthur continued in such a way that the three knights would ask Style as if the topic had caught fire for a while.
Arthur took one from the Knight Captain Harrison even before this, that he was preparing for exercises even though it was a recruit's job, and that he sometimes used more physical techniques not even in the Knights' exercise items.
Style listened silently to the stories of the three people told from what he knew to what he didn't know.
And when Style put the glass on the table by the time the story was separated, he finally opened his mouth again quietly.
"I'm relieved.... Now me too."
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Style's words are interrupted by a sudden knock. Eric ran out toward the door and opened it small so that the inside of the room could not be seen. He sighed at the same time as he peeked into his face through the gap in the door as it was. The killer, who interrupted the words of the First Prince, who looked like he was about to say something important, grabs his shoulder and drags him inside the room.
"Eh... and... sorry. When you find out, go out... Ste... what... in Captain Alan's room..."
You're already drunk, or Arthur, who's back with his head down, raises his voice to the style of leaning the glass shoulder to shoulder with the senior knights. He doesn't remember when he was drunk. Neither is it in his memory to say that it was the original that threw himself outside.
"... drunkenness is just easy to cool. Is it better yet?
The style sighs on Arthur, who makes his eyes black and white. Alan and Column were obviously laughing as relieved by how Arthur's drunkenness woke up.
"I came to ask you that night what you were talking about with your sister. … and another report.
Report? and Arthur wrinkles between his eyebrows. I hesitated to say it back easily, even though my relationship with Stayle was already known. Just say, "Oh," and Style gets up from his chair and walks up to Arthur's eye. Eric gently switched with the style and pulled, moving straight to Alan, by the column.
"Arthur. Permission came down from my mother today. I'm going to be Uncle Vest tomorrow... Regent Vest. To learn all that as the next Regent.... will not always be with you, sister, as you have been.
Clearly, I said it without hesitation.
Arthur opened his eyes without a voice to Style's words, and slowly opened his mouth after a little groaning.
"............ at that time a week before the confidential visit...." That's what you mean by "till my minute"?
'I asked you, Arthur.... up to my minute.
I recall the words of Style the day the Knights were ordered to escort Pride's top secret visit. Arthur himself, that was the word I've been caring about ever since.
Style nods at Arthur's inquiry. "Yes," he replied with a word as he touched the edge of his glasses.
"My sister was supposed to do it at the same time as your engagement, so at the same time my engagement was going to be postponed. But I immediately asked my mother to stop. Whenever a new fiancée appears to you..."
Shit, Arthur grabs my shoulders and shuts my mouth while I'm talking to him. Only the strength of the hand grabbing the shoulder of the style strengthened as he leaned down small. To Arthur, who said nothing, Alan and the others, who were watching the two of them, also took a breath. And the next moment.
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"Oh, my God, did you hold me by yourself, Steilu? Every time Temehe... that's how you're with Lord Pride in the book."
Arthur yells at the style that holds the battered head and rounds his back so he can handle it. My forehead is also slightly red when I shook it to the style. Arthur continued his words to the style where the pain was too voiceless.
"No one deserves a Regent more than Themé, so you have no choice but to follow if that's a royal lesson."
Just kidding! I tried to eagle grab my head where I screamed, and Style moved behind Arthur with an instant move. Put in a spinning kick as Arthur turns around.
"So I guess this is how I came to report to you!
Arthur grabbed the kick rolled out and prevented it. The sound of eating and tying my teeth rang neither way.
"Not after you've made up your mind, but rather foolishly sooner." "Big Pride was spending that night with Prince Leon."
"I was letting Prince Leon kill me. There's no way I can tell you." My sister said there was nothing there... "
"It was only after Lord Pride told me about it that Wo couldn't have apologized a hundred times."
Even Themè threw the legs of the stubbornly grabbed style at you when you didn't know what was going on at night. Then the style that appeared in Arthur's pocket from the air on instant travel grabbed its arm and, conversely, threw Arthur on his back.
"Well, could you have said it in my shoes?"
Arthur twisted his body in the air and landed beautifully, staring at Style yelling at you as he spent the night in his fiancée's room, etc.
"I can't tell you."
Arthur yells as he moves his body and his drunkenness turns, or his face turns slightly red for another reason. Style yells back, "I bet you are" at the answer.
Ha... ha... and stare at each other with their shoulders. The whole room was filled with a hegemony that seemed like another beating would resume if either side rushed out.
…… It was... bad that I hid something.
The first one broke was the steer. Only his mouth was moved intermittently, staring at Arthur unchanged.
"... To be honest, I was confused too when I first got that story from my mother.... Most importantly, I felt like I had reneged on my vows with you, and I was terribly hesitant to reveal them.
Protect your pride together.... but with regents, Stayle won't be able to defend his pride beside him the way he's always been. That Arthur also understood the moment I just heard from Stayle. But...
"... ah? Protect it properly. You want regents to protect Lord Pride and the people.
Another difficult thing to say. And Arthur finally solved the problem with Style's words. Walk over to the style with a sigh of relief as it is.
"For years and decades to come, what shouldn't we be studying regents to protect Lord Pride and the people?
Style now opens his eyes and surprises Arthur, who speaks softly. Even though I hadn't told you why I wanted regency early, it was a mouthful like I already knew.
Arthur stands in front of Style again, and now it's time to eagle his head.
"Nah, Temeh herself was so worried, even more so about Prince Leon's night. I'm angry to hold it all."
Gugu, squeeze the head of the style up with just a grip. Now it doesn't hurt that much, but Arthur's anger still came through so much that he didn't like it. Seeing that the style doesn't resist with instant movement, Arthur quickly loosens the power of his hand as well. Damn, I squealed and tried to jump and take my hand off the style.
"... so?
Put your arms together and Arthur, who is royal on the spot, stares at the style. Suddenly the talked style stared back at Arthur as he fixed the position of his glasses. "What is it," Arthur grinned with a mixed nose and opened his mouth.
- If it's what my friend, Style, is thinking, I already had a lot to consider.