Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
As if it were a tsunami, the knight's voice that rewarded the victory struck the northern front. And the knights, including the third and fourth squadrons, who had dropped their weapons and laid down their knees in the sight of the voice, which had dropped off Roderick and the others, howled into heaven with their swords, just as the voice of the voice.
"Can you hear me? It's a victory for our army! The defense is over."
The knight of the seventh squad raises his voice to the knight lowered by the rearmost guard in a growl. He strained his throat so that his voice could reach him, causing his hands to itch that he could not shake that knight's shoulder.
Then another Knight of the Seventh Squad played his voice in the same way and rushed into the report.
"This is a victory for our Knights." The enemy soldiers lost their will, entered the front line. The Knights and Lieutenant Arthur, and
"I hear you...
As he fell in, for the first time a knight with both eyes covered in the back of his hand let go of his words to hide his thinly opened eyes. After answering them with that voice, which also sounded fine asleep, the knight broke its mouth.
"Good for you... Arthur.
Even though I couldn't speak the language, even the Knights' report was only in my ear. He also properly knew that Roderick had entered with the most squadron second squadron, and Arthur.
Lieutenant Eric, how are you feeling?
The wound was temporarily blocked, but Eric responded with one hand up to the continuing knight.
When the bullet was removed, I thought I would die of severe pain, but then the blood stopped thanks to the special ability to treat injuries, and I managed to keep my consciousness alone. The only thing I regretted to death was not being able to return to the front, but I can only thank the Seventh Squad for retaining my life.
... Captain Alan, I wonder if I'll be angry.
It's over, I think about not letting it get out of my mind the moment I think about it. I scolded myself for being the best deputy captain of the squad for keeping the squad the most in the corner but leaving on the way without being able to get to the final phase.
The knights gather one after another when Eric realizes he can have a conversation, and his health peeks in. "It's fate and above all," "I didn't know I could protect the Knights on that occasion," "It's a boulder," "It's a Knights victory thanks to Deputy Eric," "I'm sure Captain Alan will be delighted," and "It's the Boulders Best Squad Deputy," he muttered, and ended up telling the Knights Captain of Squad Seven, "Well done. Rest now," he labored, laughing unwittingly.
"Lieutenant Eric, the wound is better, but can I get you some marks?
Seeing Eric with a grin, the Knight of the Seventh Squad speaks up, deciding that he had recovered much. With their special abilities, scratches of the magnitude of the bullet can eventually be erased without a trace. But it's a medal that protected the Knights Commander. He did not ask himself, and it was easy to erase it with only one healer.
"Oh, leave me.... as clearly as possible.
Thanks, and Eric gently touched his flank over the bandage with a light and soft grin back.
To admonition to himself and a medal that beats nothing for him.
"... snowflake... fulfilled, or...?
Me too, Arthur. And now it leaked into words without staying in my head.
There's no way you're going to get back to me.
No one can give me an answer.
I know a hundred things about that, and I talk about it. Naturally, the knights, who knew nothing, turned their eyes round when they heard back. Solo, and now it's time to smile heartily back, and as it were, Eric consciously closed his eyes once.
I don't want a reply or an answer. Just one thing I can assure you of.
He did get the medal he wanted six years ago.