"... xoxo.
Val squeaks alone in a tongue-in-cheek mix.
I can't stop being frustrated, my stomach boils back forever, and I keep making noises with guts. Slipping his feet from ground to ground and traveling the city at high speeds with Sefek and Chemetho seemed like a runaway express.
After splitting with Pride, who was near the south of the kingdom of Sursis, he was straight down to the castle.
The more disgustingly familiar the knight's uniform is in sight while sliding on the ground at high speeds, and furthermore the entrance to the shelter is broken, or the knights discover several places where they are being stopped protecting a people who have lost their escape.
Each time Val was around restoring the entrance with special abilities, building walls assimilated to the surrounding buildings, and retrieving the people. Along the way, enemy soldiers had found him several times, but even that gained nothing from the attacks of knights and sepheks who were on the scene. Since Val himself is impossible to directly attack with a slave contract, he even accumulated stress that was not unnecessarily his own.
The reclaimed people later gather together and ride with them to the remote countryside of the war, where they travel at high speeds, and they are surrounded by walls of dirt. but because Val drives fast and suddenly stops and curves, there were many screams from behind him over and over again. I asked Sefek that time, "Why don't you just adjust it a little slower?," but he did not return it to me at all.
Val thinks as he runs around Gunegne at high speeds under the castle.
Why am I doing this?
……
Jilbale's Mansion.
After entrusting the knights who rushed to capture the back-run man and the spot. Val made a report to the headquarters of the Kingdom of Sursis through correspondents, as instructed by Steele.
And after a while, Val also began to take Sefek and Chemetho down to the castle of the Kingdom of Friesia.
It was the style that appeared before them on instant travel.
"Oh, you're kidding! Why do you have to go if I'm Hanazoo?"
When asked to do so by Stayle, Val scolded his voice and peeled out his teeth like fangs. Sefek peered at it as he grabbed Val's clothes, and Chemetho compared Stayle to Val many times.
"It's a rescue for both Circus and Chinensis and the people." Why should I be the one to retrieve the wounded knight in the north? "
Even though, for Val, who had five days of watching Jilbell's mansion, and a series of fights in one day, and above all a lot of depletion and fatigue in Stella's crying attack, I wanted to get some rest now that I had done the request. Furthermore, Cefek and Chemetho are quite tired, who had a good sleep every day compared to Val. You're still out of your mind after one job, and you're both rubbing your eyes like you're sleeping.
"I wouldn't be imposing it. I'm asking you to do it myself.
"Even this prime minister's mansion was rough for getting out poorly, wasn't it? Hey, Prince Sama.
Escort and surveillance of those living in the mansion of Jilbert, Toto Mansion. It was on the night of the Alliance negotiations that Steele asked Val to do that.
Style said, "Jill Bale's daughter's name was given by your sisters. If anything happens to the two of you, I'm sure you'll be sick," he told them, forcing Val in half to persuade him alongside the corresponding reward. Five days, though, the subject matter is mere watchfulness. The rewards offered by the style were also not cheap. Then Val had no choice but to take it.... but human surveillance, which barely came out of the mansion for five days, was terribly boring. Furthermore, to this day, Val, who continued to be attacked by a noisy weapon called Stella, even thought that the rewards he received in advance from Stayle were too cheap.
"I'm not a soldier or a knight. Hey, I'm a sinner. Who likes to go into battle with a kid?
To Val, who glanced at Sefek and Chemetho's head eagling, respectively, Stayle deepened the wrinkles between his brows a little. Indeed, Val is not the only one going to the battlefield. Cefek was an essential part of Chemetho anyway. Val can only have special abilities and about dirt walls without Chemetho. And considering the safety of the two of us, Val's unwillingness to take them was fully understandable to Steele as well.
"Don't get on with it, okay? Prince Sama. Temehe, the royal family, also has the power of command, but my employer is the Lord alone.
Style frowns at Val, who snorts roughly just roaring. From Val, who keeps saying, "I owe Temehe a lot about the kids, so I'm just listening and doing it to some extent," there was a complete overflow of rejection and some hostility.
"I don't know if it's an ally or a colony, but I don't know what happens to other countries. Besides, the other guy is that stupid prince's country.
At the end of the day, he tells Val to throw up and throw it away. Stile holds the wrinkles between his brows too deep with his fingers. I believe it has sufficiently involved the Val and the others, both as a style and just because they asked me to do so in one of Jill Bale's cases.
Plus, Val had a point. He's a "delivery guy" now, regardless of where he used to work. It is the job to connect other countries, and disputes and bodyguards with other countries are not the job.
Steele herself, even if she pulled out of Sefek and Chemetho, thought she would involve Val any more. That's why it's a request.
"... this is not an order. I think you have the right to say no, too, and I've asked you to do this... but if it's not enough, I can't help it.
There's no more time, and Style gets ready for a sigh of sigh. "In the end, is it the order of Prince Sama," Val leaked his voice first with a fed up look. If Style orders him to be royal, Val cannot refuse it without his will in the covenant of servitude.
"An order. Absolutely keep it a secret from me right now.
Sefek, so is Chemetho. and Style says as he turns his eyes to both of them. One eyebrow raised over Val's unexpected use of orders. Tie it to distort your mouth and then look at the style again.
"Val. Now, you know you're on that battlefield, just like me, don't you?
"Uh?... what happened to that? The Lord has a Kingsguard knight. I don't know what a country is, but a knight can't protect you if you're alone.
Val looks troublesome as he pays his hands patsy to get rid of even the dog. I also thought about running away before Steele gave me any more orders, but I immediately recall Steele's special abilities and reconsider them as futile. Style also said he didn't have time. Unless the royal decree is exercised, Val misses his face so that he answers appropriately.
"If you lose this defensive battle, sister, you were sworn to be burned by fire in front of the people with the king.
"... ah?
For a moment, only a sharp eye pointed at Guillaume and Steel with Val's deviant face at the words that only sounded unintelligible.
Those eyes looking back at Val with no expression didn't look like he was lying from him. Above all, whatever the reason, there was something close to the certainty that if you were pride you might do it.
Style goes on to say the word as if he had anticipated Val's reaction.
"I'm not lying, if you doubt it, check with your sister. It's up to you afterwards to decide whether or not to answer my request.
The tongue pounding, again, rang loudly. Full of harsh emotions emanating from the body, Val's eyes ran bloody. It was also uncomfortable for me to think that I would respond if I gave my pride to Stayle, but it was so unpleasant for me to die trying to utter words as Stayle thought, more than that, that I didn't even want to refuse to admit it.
Shivering his fingertips slightly with agitation and anger, he turns his ever more rugged eyes to the style. However, the style of the day felt even cooler in the absence of expression. The urge to grab your chest and do it also hangs water in your head that it's useless anyway. And then he stripped his teeth out to intimidate him, and Val stared at Steele.
"Val, I want to go!
Gu, and Kemeto called Val, trying to pull the hem. "Ahhh," I looked back reflexively absurdly at my voice, and now Sefek grabbed my arm from the opposite.
"You should go for it! Even we are worried about the Lord. You'll get paid, won't you?
"The Lord is important to us, so I want to be able to help. Besides, if I were with Val, I wouldn't be scared anywhere.
Alternating arms from the two of them, Val, who was silent for a while, grabbed the hem and resisted gravity, exhales softly. He scratched his head to mess with the gussies and hair and groaned "hey," as he added when he threw up loud enough.
"... I won't dare go to Hanazoo. Whether or not to rescue the people, as Temeh said, is after hearing the Lord.... but at least I don't feel like helping a knight.
Keh, and I nodded as Stile put his arms around Val throwing up. The reaction is well within the expectations of Style. So he opens that mouth again.
"It would be good. But... let's just ask one thing. Val, if you owe me, don't you have someone you owe the Knights?
Val's expression was distorted uncomfortably again by Style's words. The tongue pounding rang continuously again at the feeling that I was being followed by an unmemorable difficulty. Still, he tours through his thoughts and finds the intentions of Style's words.
"... If it's about the kids, Temehe, anyway, the knights just followed a mission from the royalty. I don't feel grateful for you. Six years ago, the Lord would have already punished you.
Return the words with a harsh low voice. Val rang his neck cockroachy left and right as he desperately contained his desire to yell at him to move him away for a moment because he was good.
"Arthur is also a knight. My sister told me that the mole on your neck was the one that sheltered you.
"... I don't deny it. but what happened to it? That's no reason for me to take the kid to the battlefield.
It's my life. It doesn't fit, and I abominably slap and throw away Style's words. Val himself, as he has repeatedly betrayed himself many times before, does not have a special winning idea such as "I will always repay my debts". However, only "borrowing" about the doomsday battle to the prides strangely drew traces in his chest, which was disgusting to him and caught him like a wreck. That's why it wasn't good intentions, it was just to protect Style's request and Jill Bale's family to relieve the grip.
Now, on the contrary, if it's just Pride and Leon, I'm even averse to the fact that I was seen sweet as a "good man" convenient to the style.
Then Style tried to open his mouth and… Instructed Cephek, in large part, to block Chemetho's ears by hand. As Sefek tilted his neck and blocked Chemetho's ear with his palm, now he blocked that Sefek's ear with his own hands, as Val had a bad feeling. Once again I saw Val from the front when Stile reassembled his arm to his satisfaction with that diagram.
"I understand that you are not a good man or a sinner. But if you owe me something.... knowing this would make you uncomfortable to owe Sakashi Arthur.
With that said, I confirm Cefek and Chemetho with my eyes. I confirmed from that reaction that neither of us had heard, and went on.
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Val's face was uncomfortably distorted by that word of Style.