Oh... and I sighed at the instantaneous movement of the style.
Tiara frowned with a troubled look and murmured vainly at the words she missed telling Style, "... because the Vals are not bad... to call them on the move of the moment... to go..."... Yeah, unfortunately, it was slow to stop, and Style acted quicker than ever.
Me and Tiara exchanged glances, and Style showed up again before either of them spoke.... with the badly grumpy Val's.
"I'm kidding. I'm drinking...!
Appearing screaming complaints, Val wrinkled between his brows uncomfortably that his vision had suddenly switched. Sefek and Chemetho, who were further grabbed by Val, are also turning their eyes round as they have noticed.
"Is that it? This is Tiara's... ah! Tiara! Lord!"
"Lord, are your feet okay now?"
When they both looked around the room and noticed us, they looked at us with their eyes closed. Val also looks straight at me with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.
"... Lord. Were you already home?
If Val and the others had high-speed travel, it seemed surprising that they were already returning home until me. The wrinkles between my eyebrows diminish slightly, and I laugh bitterly at Val for throwing a narrative gaze.
"Yeah, it's okay now. I'm sorry to bother you.......... I'm home.
In answer to Chemetho and the others, he also laughs at Val at the end. Last time I went home, he told me he was waiting in the kingdom of Friesia. Plus, I wanted to answer you in proper words.
Val rounded his eyes as he was surprised for a moment, scratching his head off my face and answering only with one word "oops". I can't help but feel strange if Style forced me to summon you and say "I'm home".
"... so what are you going to call us? Prince Sama is.
Or did the Lord send you to call? and it seems that the fever caught slightly. Val compared us to the three of us. Along the way, making sure Tiara looked back at Val with an uncomfortable look on her face, she said, "... uh?" He opened his mouth troublesomely.
"I'm sorry..., they know...
Pepper, and Sefek held his mouth against Tiara, who bowed his head. "So what," Val sighed troublesome, glaring at the style again. "So what is it," Chemetho muttered slightly towards Tiara almost simultaneously. Then now the back of Stile's glasses gleams in a giraffe to Val.
"Answer me, Val, why did you teach Tiara to throw a knife or something?
"It's an order from Princess Sama. I don't remember asking you to tell me.
Keh, and he throws up and says back, Val keeps his eyes open and says, "Right?" I checked with Tiara. Tiara nodded to agree with it too, returning the words "I asked you..."
According to Tiara and Val's story, Val was coaching knife throwing instead of Tiara teaching Chemetho and Sefek to study and treat him. I can't believe there was such a noisy tutor. But I wonder why Val could have kept a secret no matter what royal me or Stayle asked. Especially since I, the Lord, can't lie or hide anything. Style asked, "Why would you throw a knife or something?" Now he was stuffed to Tiara.
"... because I wanted to protect your sister too.... what no one can protect if they remain weak...
Gyu, and Tiara grabbing the hem of the dress bit her lower lip small.... Apparently, he worried because I used to stick my neck in dangerous things. I mean, this knife lesson from Tiara is also going to be my fault, to say the least. I'm sorry, I swallow words with my chest held down with one hand.
Stile also seems to have something to think about, and when I put my hand on my forehead, it dripped away. He whined in a small voice moaning, "Since then..."
If you also look at Captain Column and Captain Alan, he looks difficult. "I have a Kingsguard knight, so I'm fine now," but I guess it's hard to say from this defensive battle thing.
"You've been good from the start, haven't you? The sister of Boulder Bakemon is a Bakemon.
Is it fun that we're confused, Val tapped Tiara's shoulder lightly laughing at Niyaniya?
I want you to stop treating me like a monster to Tiara anyway. To Tiara, who glistens her eyes with a little joy despite being put in line with me, Chemetho says, "Me too! I'm a little better!" He raised his voice to Val. Sefek further elbows Val, "You won't tell me," he said.
Well, it's natural to have good muscles. Because if you're right in the game, Tiara is good enough to pierce Pride's heart from medium range in the last scene, even though she's never practiced. Besides, unlike me, Tiara trained properly for two years. My arm can't get any better.
What's more, Val's knife throwing skill has been seen by me, Style and Tiara once. Perhaps Tiara also caught an eye from it. Although I don't know if you were originally interested in knife throwing or if you wanted to see Val's arr.
"... that mountain of knives. You're the one who bought Tiara the arr...
"You and I got paid, didn't we? Same usage that Temehe and the Chancellor asked me to use.
Val is sober when he says it's the difference between a knife and a piece of paper that he gives away, without any evil at all. Val scoffed at Niyaniya for the style of biting the words abominably, sound by sound.
"It was a good payment, wasn't it? I don't know anything about shopping for women, but that kind of thing is my specialty.
That's what I say. I point to Tiara behind my thumb. I put my hand on the part where Tiara had previously laid the knife to respond. Apparently Val also bought you props to hide the knife in your body.... I'm worried for a moment that you're planning on Mr. Light Source at Tiara.
"What do you want with Tiara?"
"I just did what Princess Sama wanted. Unfortunately, I can't stand him."
Prince, you know Sama, too. Val laughing at Guerraggera while saying seems sincerely entertaining.
He's glad the style is uncommonly disturbed and angry. Indeed, Tiara's orders, which are royal, are also basically irreversible for Val. Now he turned his attention to Tiara after Stile ate and tied his teeth tight. With the gaze of the style, the tiara becomes even smaller.
"Tiara, you, the princess, don't have to hone that skill."
"Eh... but! Even my brother has been with Arthur and the sword for a long time."
"I'm the first prince. I'm allowed some technical improvement in self-defense!
Indeed. Unlike the First Prince's style, the Second Princess Tiara did not have to learn to defend herself as a royalty. Although I am out of bounds, there is usually no princess familiar with combat techniques.
"As for your knife technology, … let's keep it in my chest just like you, sister.
I've already asked the Knights Commander to stop talking to the knights. and continued the style, with whoops... and exhaled at once. Meditate your eyes once and hold your glasses at your fingertips to calm yourself down.
"But don't forget. You don't need that skill. And..."
Tiara, who bit her lower lip, stares at the once word-cut style. Style also clouded his expression only for a moment to regret saying it once, … and his mouth opened again.
"Now as I meditate on my eyes,... never think to brush that arm in my dowry's place.
Tiara as well as I were stuck breathing in the harsh words of the bitterly unleashed style.
You can hear the same breathtaking noise from Captain Column and Captain Alan behind you. Now it's time for the style to lean over Tiara's reaction. Then.
"... I know, brother.
Tiara replied gently, as she drew on the words of the style.
If you turned your eyes, Tiara was there to turn your usual soft grin on us. On the contrary, my chest was choked by that grin without a groan.
"... okay. Because it's only while I'm in the castle.
I'm sorry to worry, but Steele finally calmed down like the fire was out on Tiara laughing. Fine, if you know what I mean, I'll give it back. Style stroked Tiara's head gently just once for the last time.
... Yes, I'm sure Tiara doesn't have much time left to stay in the Kingdom of Friesia anymore.
Even if her fiancée is Cedric or her other counterpart, Tiara will be engaged when she turns sixteen. The fiancée is still being scrutinized by her mothers, but perhaps with royalty outside the country, as history has done. That way Tiara will leave the Kingdom of Friesia.
As long as I'm the first heir to the throne.
I held one breast to the discomfort that clogged my breasts and the eyes of my pathetic siblings.