"... awed. So are you sure your plans for this evening are postponed...?
Waiting with Eric in his room to be ready for pride, the column asked back to the dreaded style. I was supposed to get a report from Stayle here that I was ready, and then I was going to go to Arthur's room where the Prides would be waiting with Alan, who is catching Arthur.
I have no choice but to reschedule or postpone. More problematic than that was that Eric, who stood beside him, also stared back at Style with his eyes rounded with horror, just like the column.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Thank you for your cooperation while you were busy around the corner and for the next opportunity.
The two knights didn't even feel comfortable making a grin calmly while answering no, outrageously, to Style, who replies with polite language.
Because the first prince in front of me had an unprecedented black hegemony.
Originally in front of Arthur, Pride and Tiara, it's a style that makes me laugh naturally, but on the contrary, there has been an increase in the number of powerless expressions on my shoulders against Alan, Column and Eric, the opponents I used to turn to for social laughter. They also understood it, and only because they knew the grin that could be directed at the prides did they also take the look of Style as his vegetarian figure.
... but it's hard to accept what it looks like right now.
It's the usual faceless look. But my eyes are different. The pitch-black eyes burn like burns with anger, desperately suppressing, but if you lose your mind, the eye itself would have been sharper and sharper like a blade than ever before. Above all, the hegemony that covers his entire body is swirling so black that it is still about to burst out.
"Dear Stayle, please wait a moment.
The column communicated its intentions to Eric with only his eyes as he spoke to the style he tried to hold back his emotions. I immediately understood it and ran to Arthur, where Eric would be rushing out of the room and being pushed away by Alan.
It is difficult to ask the situation to the style of this state even to a column that excels in boulders. The column already understood that perhaps all it could do was put pride in it would be about three people in the world.
Having silently understood the columns and Eric's intentions, Style continued to wait and wait without being slight in his attempt to contain the anger that was engulfed inside. One of the columns endured it as the whole room continued to strain with tension.
"From...! Why are you suddenly interrupting Captain Column's room?"
"No, I don't know either! Hey Eric! It's Arthur's room..."
"Come quick because it's good, Arthur! Captain Alan, I'll explain later."
Speaking of time, I don't have three minutes. I can hear Arthur and Alan, and Eric. The door to the column's room, which had not been locked as it was, opened in momentum. Batan, came in first with the sound of Arthur being pushed in the back by Eric. The door was quickly closed by Eric before Alan entered and the other knights' eyes. As soon as Arthur came in, the column finally breathed more into the matter than it had been randomly opened.
"Stayle... ⁉ Why are you in Captain Column's room?"
"Arthur."
To Arthur, who strips his eyes in amazement, the style hangs his voice without getting into his hair. Style, who had remained silent until earlier, finally opened his mouth and exposed his emotions.
Arthur shuts his mouth hard, not to mention Alan, who has little idea of the circumstances, to the unusual signs of the style.
Tan, tan, and slow-style walk over to Arthur. An angry eye was directed straight at Arthur.
"... been.
Pompous, and too abrupt to understand a small voice, Arthur said, "Ah?" and listen back gently.
Still, Stayle didn't change his expression or the speed at which he walked, he kept walking slowly, reaching right in front of Arthur before stopping. The style, slightly lower than Arthur's height, glanced straight up at Arthur.
"My sister made me cry.
The moment Style tells him in a clear tone, Arthur as well as the nearby Kingsguard knights breathe surprises.
"... ah?
twitching, and Arthur's expression becomes distorted. From Style's mouthfeel and this timing, I could easily imagine without asking who the killer was. My pale eyes burn like a guillotine and a steal.
"Prince Cedric made you cry, sister.
Everyone in the Kingsguard knights who knew about one of the daytime events toured their thoughts wondering if anything had happened, and wondered if there might have been another body like that one, which caught their blood. Arthur returns "Explain" in a quiet low voice, but Style takes a moment to groan.
"I'll tell you something first, I can't go into the details due to all the circumstances.... but"
You can't reveal from Style's mouth that the prides were cooking in surprises for Arthur. After this, even if Style talks about the situation, he will only be able to blur the content and tell Arthur.
Peek still to reflect yourself in Arthur's eyes and slowly open its mouth.
"Me too (...), I hate him.
"It's an odd encounter, so am I.
Arthur answers without interrupting the words of Style. The three Kingsguard knights, who were listening to the two beside them, also nodded quietly, without fear, at that voice, which was similar to the intent to kill.