"... Alan. You came here, too?
Behind the church co-located in the castle of the kingdom of Chinensis.
It's temporarily closed now. There, security is also thin now compared to the castle. Some distance from the castle and the Knights. There,... it was just right for them now.
Behind the church, a single column was sitting back on a simple bench with a white tone. With his elbows on his knees and his assembled hands resting on his forehead, he leaned down to drool, moving only his gaze from his slightly floating face.
"... ma. That's about all I can think of in the closest place.
Alan stepped over, scratching his head with gasp, daring to step on the evenly mowed and tidy lawn as he strayed from his gaze from the column. Lean straight against the nearby pillar and lower your hips directly to the ground.
"Honey... I can't wait...
Alan's words, mixed with a dry laugh, were released with a sigh. Ha... there was no discouragement at all in that voice laughing. But as usual, there's no response from the column. Alan himself remained silent and leaned down so that he did not want a response. And...
Like cutting a weir, overflowing tears wet them both.
A bump and a ton of tears made a noise and sounded a drip on Alan's shoes.
I pressed my eyes against my face with my hands, but tears continued to overflow from the gap between my fingers. Tears overflowing from the cleavage of the eaten tied teeth entered and wet the dry mouth.
The whole body of the ever-dripping column shook out fine. All the legs dropped straight down to the ground, the elbows on your knees, and the rarely rounded backs.
Large tears overflowed from the gap between the fingered hands. Her throat snapped and the cramping sound leaked slightly out of her mouth.
As a Kingsguard knight, he cried while escorting and so on.
As a knight captain, I am not allowed to show tears in front of my men.
No matter how much I scratched my chest, my pain, I suppressed my emotions and continued to serve as a knight.
Defensive battles rallied, pride fell asleep, and the emotions that had been suppressed until now were decimated.
…
... As a knight, I couldn't forgive myself for hurting Lord Pride so much.
There are a thousand reflections, etc. Even one foot injury would have been better if I had held Prince Cedric back and left Prince's protection to the other knights sooner to run to Lord Pride. That way Alan would have held Master Pride and I would have held a soldier and everyone would have escaped. It would have been possible with Alan's legs and my special abilities.
Reflection and regret have kept it under control so far.
Why, why, why all that time and regret stabs me in the chest.
To that one who cried over and over about us.
Instead of blaming us for committing such a lapse, to the look of that one who shelters.
Arthur, Dear Stayle, Dear Tiara, King Joan, King Lance... that countless people have thanked me and hurt that one who seems important to me.
As a knight, he said it was unacceptable.
I also thought that... I don't deserve to name a knight anymore.
And yet.
"... I... still want you two to protect me..."
As a knight, he was given no more praise.
"Know that there are two people here who want you both... as knights"
The presence of me, the presence of Alan.
'Even more so as a knight, … as a knight captain, I strongly expect from you both.... very good and kind of you.'
That one you seek, admit, and expect.
He wants to protect it.
And he wanted to protect it.
Joy mixes with desire and regret.
... I remember the words Lord Pride gave me when I left the room.
I'm sure that person is already going to leave all later decisions to us.
'With my life at stake, thank you for your help.... I'm so glad you're alive.
I risk my life for those to protect.
That's what knights are for, and proud of.
But the moment I got that guy's word.
"Next, I thought I had to protect myself.
… said I should have thrown it away already, such as next time.
Still, I really am.
I want to protect you next time.
Forgive me for one abrasion next.
I'm not gonna make you cry about me next time.
It's time to live up to his expectations.
The next thing you know, smile at him.
I couldn't help but ask for the next one.
"... regrets... it's too late..."
Into it, disclosing his rubbed voice with tears.
A wet finger, his arm, even his uniform felt heavy, his whole body pulled to the ground like lead.
The thread that was stuck is chopped a thousand times, and I can't help but rush it.
I know.
Me and Alan already had our minds set.
Now there's no reason for me to remain a knight.
Even though Alan has decided to take responsibility, there's no way I can be allowed to remain a knight on my own, which is the same crime.
Whatever the Knights chief may do with our disposition, we should only put it on ourselves at the end of the day.
Alan, put the blame on one person, and it can't be that I'm the only one who can last forever as a knight. It's more disgrace than continuing to wear mud as a knight.
We're not anymore.
"Heh... sorry,... column..."
To whimpering Alan's words, face up.
He leaned down, and Alan, who kept tearing away from the gap between his fingers, was stripping out his eaten and bound teeth.
... I've never seen Alan cry so much either.
I thought about the meaning of Alan's apology with a feverish head, but it still didn't reach understanding.
Alan's, shaking his shoulders so hard as to sneeze, waited for the words… his mouth opened again.
"I knew... I was still protecting him..."
The trembling voice was a whimpering voice smaller than earlier.
Unexpectedly breathe into Alan, who speaks the same thoughts as I do. Alan, who didn't turn to me and kept poking around, continued to say, "That's why."
"... mud,... wear it..."
That voice, crying and suing,... was the color of determination.
…
... I know.
As a knight, it's a shame you can't even take responsibility.
Me and the column should take care of that properly.
We couldn't even protect the one person we had to protect.
I didn't even notice that guy's injury right away, and the column helped me, and... I really couldn't do anything.
Arthur trusted me, Master Steele admitted it, the Knights Commander left it to me, and Lord Pride accepted it. Take charge of the Kingsguard knights you've earned.
I ruined it.
I couldn't protect it. One of them kept scratching so much that it bled from the inside all the time.
"Didn't you protect me so much..."
The words you said to me crying really didn't sound comforting or rhetorical.
'... didn't you help me? Because of you two, this is how I live.'
It was the column that helped.
He gave up his life and missed me and Lord Pride.
In that moment, I was able to judge and move because he was a brilliant guy.
"Even though Captain Alan and Captain Column are both benefactors in my life.
I'm not a benefactor of my life, "I could only protect my life.
I just wanted to protect you, Master Pride.
I regretted that I was dying, and my stomach, boiled like lava, scratched badly.
I take absolute responsibility.
Even if Master Steele forgives me.
I don't care if you turn your hand so that Lord Pride doesn't make a big deal out of it.
Even if the deprivation or demotion of the Kingsguard knight allowed the disposition.
I myself decided to take full responsibility.
Yet.
Master Pride, I can't stop thinking about the last word you said to me.
Really, it was hard to indulge in that moment crying the most. The emotions that kept killing me overflowed, holding my breath and desperately indulging.
"Let me make a hard decision, I'm sorry"
At first, I didn't know what it meant.
I thought we were talking about taking responsibility for ourselves.
But the moment Lord Pride held me tight, my head turned white.
'... I can't believe I left Captain Column,... eh.... it should have been harder than being slashed... "
I thought my heart would crumble.
I remember that time, and a severe pain ran all over my body.
I also had to leave the column behind the rubble.
I myself had to decide that was the best thing.
That's all I could do. My own powerlessness, too.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't help it.
... It was hard.
I couldn't breathe and remember the recurrence of the nightmare of being sheltered by the column or sacrificing it.
And yet, as soon as I got that word from Master Pride.
I felt like it was the first time you had touched my wound.
It was as if he had his hands on a wound he kept hiding.
It's like being gently stroked through an unseen old wound.
I don't know myself, but that word saved me helplessly.
The sucked wound dissolved quietly with pride-like heat.
"I want to protect you."
This time, absolutely. Bet my life on it.
Give me the pride, the column.
Now I'll protect it with this hand, and I want to help.
Not yet, too much remains to be done.
As a knight, not only.
"I wanted to protect you.
For that reason, I don't care how much shame or embarrassment they point at fingers all over the world.
I want to reward you for this.
This time I want to protect it.
"Now it's time.
"I knew... I was still protecting him..."
Hope overflows helplessly.
I know, I can't do it alone. I mean, it's a wish.
I also regretted it enough that I could die for real. Still, after all, it wasn't enough to contain this desire at all.
So.
"... mud,... wear it..."
... let me take you on the road.
I still want you and the knight.
I want to continue to protect that man as a knight because he is any inappropriate or good, in any way.
"... Whatever.
of the column, a wavering voice pours in.
I couldn't even see my face, and thankfully, I didn't get back to you anymore.
... Now it's time to defend ourselves.
Today, from this point on, me and the column...
That guy's, for.