"Gghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Contracts of servitude.

Val, who has to show respect in front of the royal family, has flattened brilliantly toward Cedric. I put a lot of effort into my hands and feet trying to resist, but naturally it's not something I can handle. The load bag that was hanging on Val's shoulder collapsed with him and the sand inside spilled with dosari.

"... Pride. Is he...?

Cedric, who was gazing at Tiara, noticed Val's anger, who suddenly ran out of cancer and was grounded, and immediately changed his expression.

"He's Val, the delivery man in our country. Well, there's a lot going on... Cedric, I don't care if you forgive him for being disrespectful."

"No, sister, you can't do that. Because this is how Val pays his respects to His Royal Highness Prince Cedric with sincerity.

Style smiles at me trying to gain disrespectful understanding of Cedric.

The black smile of the style I see in a long time wears the belly black style of the game perfectly already. Unexpectedly hitting, my shoulder shook.

I wouldn't dare try to stop either because Arthur and Deputy Eric were angry at Val, but I couldn't even laugh bitterly at the situation and compare it to Val and Steele. I guess Arthur is also hard to stop the style in front of Cedric.

Chemetho and Cefek snapped to the floor and asked Val, "What's wrong?" "What are you doing?" He rushes over and tilts his neck. Tiara said to Steele, "If I were your brother, I wouldn't do anything very popular! He got mad at me, but Style put his arms around him, saying," Unfortunately, Arthur and his sister, who are older than me for him, still seem like kids. "

Tiara said, "Dear sister! My brother ignores his permission," and on his way to speak to me, Style covers Tiara's mouth from behind. "Mmm-hmm," said Tiara, rounding her eyes, angry as she grabbed Steele's arm. "Mmm! Mm-hmm!" Tiara seems so cute attacking Steele with a bumpy hand.... Though Cedric remained solidified with his eyes open for some reason. I thought you were in love with cute Tiara again, rather the redness was pulling off.

"Sure... His Royal Highness Prince Steele is Tiara's brother-in-law..." he asked in a low voice. Yes, he answered, "I also declared a terrible declaration of war..." and held his head alone.

I don't know, did you even remember it in the black history of the Soft Age again? Though I heard myself moaning about blurring along the way and "I don't feel like I can win..."... a really busy guy.

Finally I heard Val asking for help with an awesome anger saying "Hey Lord," so I persuade Style from me as well.

"Um, Style...? I don't think Val reflected either... but I think he's got enough interest back already...?

"If that's what the First Princess of Pride says.

Style smiled back at me and took her hand off Tiara.

Plus, he shows it to Val by hand, all the time he says please. Shortly afterwards, Tiara was pulling on Style's ears with her cheeks swollen. From me to Cedric. Now it's time to take confirmation and then to Val. "I forgive your disrespect for Cedric," he says. Shortly afterwards, Val, who rose up in momentum, turned his killer sharp eyes to the style. Momentum that seemed to bite me like this by stripping my teeth out like fangs.

"Remember, prince fucking kid.

"What, you told me you wanted to see Prince Cedric?

Chemetho and Sefek grabbed and pulled together their arms to calm him down to Val, who roughed his voice in front of the royal family.

Cedric gets so tense that Val's leopard weirdness makes him so depressed. "To the royal opponent... that's a horrible attitude..." I squeezed my mouth so tight I wanted to say that I wouldn't be able to talk about people. Then Cedric, staring at Cefek and Chemetho beside Val, took a ha-ha breath.

"Hello, Prince Leon's companion?"

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When I asked him what the hell he was talking about, apparently he was judged that way by the people because Val and the others were with Leon when he went around rescuing the people in a defensive battle. Surely anyone would think so if they were beside the prince.

"Who's that guy's entourage," Val briefly said back to Cedric, who raised his voice that the scenery he heard from the people, and the fact that it was a perfect match for him, too. Cedric tries to say thank you for the rescue as it is, but Val turns away from each body and refuses. Maybe you don't want to be missed like when Leon was.

As Cedric tried to walk over, Val manipulated the sand in the bags to create a thin, wide wall between Cedric and himself as he pulled his hands around Cefek and Chemetho's shoulders.... Though Cedric was rather rushing over as a delight to the sand wall he saw for the first time without any concern at all.

But soon after a little while, I heard Val whining from across the wall, "... the second prince of Hanazoo".

Parallax... and suddenly sand walls collapse and scatter at your feet. Cedric took a step back in surprise at the sudden collapse of the sand. Beyond the wall was Val pointing a sharp eye at Cedric. "Hanazoo" and "His Royal Highness the Prince..." whilst Chemetho and Sefek stuck to Val were blurring out their voices.... Something is making Stayle grin bad again.

"Temehe is the example...

Cedric stepped back a few more steps into the glare of Guillari's glowing Val.

I guess Cedric, who has never met Val, has no idea why. He has an absolute memory, so I can say with certainty that this is the first time we meet. As soon as Cedric threw "Pride, what the hell is he..." at me only by turning his back so that he could not move any further that he would be completely like a snake-stunned frog.

The sand pointed like a sword mountain, and its tip stretched all the way to Cedric.

Bwah, the sand at Val's feet.

Every thorn of the sword mountain, made of sand that really sharpened in an instant, was stretched out towards Cedric and formed.

The two Kingsguard knights instantly embarked on themselves, but all too suddenly I left my mouth open. Though it all stopped pitifully in front of Cedric due to the effect of the slave contract.

One more step back from that sword mountain so Cedric could flaunt after a few seconds to an object that would be in big trouble if stabbed far more than a rose thorn.... or if the slave had no effect, surely now Val would have killed Cedric.... That's usually an international problem...

A beat down and I realized it. When I panicked and yelled "Val", Sword Mountain broke apart again and went back to the sand. Tongue-in-cheek Val muttered, "The stupid prince," this time storing sand in a baggage bag without creating a sand wall, and sat down on the floor. Only my eyes remained unchanged and I stuck my gaze at Cedric.

"Oops... sorry Cedric. I apologize for the disrespect now. But he'll never hurt me with his contract.

Though it will be a long story! And I run over to Cedric, who's already completely frightened. I figured I shouldn't have unloaded my disrespectful permission, and Cedric said, "No... no injuries either.... I'm fine...," he answered with his voice alone, his gaze still turned to Val. Though she was surprised by the boulder and the blood was pale. Keep the word going trying to sort out the situation.

"He has a grudge against me... or the United Kingdom of Hanazoo."

"There's a picky fucking kid, stupid prince.

I scold Val for his still harsh and murderous stripping Val. Why do you sprinkle kerosene on the fire that almost subsided there?

Was Cedric surprised by the disrespectful remarks that went on, too? After leaking his voice "Become..." nothing seemed to come out.

"Val, please keep your mouth shut for a while."

I had no choice but to stop Val and pull Cedric's arm. "I dare not speak to the guest..." thinking I would not strip him more from Val, … I find my arms strangely hot.

Hmm? I thought, looking up at Cedric's face with his arm grabbed, it's brilliantly bright red. His face is completely boiled with his mouth covered with his hands. I don't know if you were in sight of Tiara again, but Tiara is lined up in the style in a different direction from Cedric's gaze, and I loosen my hand to pull once and for all and peek back into her face.

"... but... sorry, no..."

... Ahhh...

I realize Cedric's reason for blushing, and only his mouth can unwittingly attract a zero chuckle. I hear there's another example of illness.

Val as well as everyone on this scene rounded their eyes to a sudden blush apology.

"Cedric? I can't dare stand talkin ', shall we go to the guest room?

I'm used to something now, and I pull Cedric's arm around to drag him into the guest room.

Cedric, prompted by me to go around his eyes blushing, moves his legs, but he's completely regenerating his own soothing infinitely in his brain again.

Pull Cedric, Arthur and Deputy Eric, Jack will continue. Leave the roses to the samurai and gardeners, and give voice to Tiara and Steele.

Even though the style created a very grumpy aura, only my face followed me with a smile. Is Tiara hard to get close to me alongside Cedric? Now she's walking on the style. It's adorable to hold back a little behind the style to hide from Cedric.

"Also, I'm sorry, Your Highness the First Princess of Pride, may I accompany them with Lord Val...

Cedric, who leaks his voice traceably, wants me with his red face covered with his hands.... if you realize it, you're back to saluting it.

Val was staring at me with his mouth tied uncomfortably when he told me. I said "for a while," and although I think I'll be able to talk to you alone... if Cedric himself wishes, I can't help it. I learned a little bit of anxiety, but I also decided to call Val to come with me. As soon as I said it, the face was strangely telling the story, "Why even me, are you kidding me?"... Well, let's hear all the complaints in the guest room.

Chemetho and Sefek also follow Val with one rose remaining blue in one hand and four red roses in the other. Though I was worried it would hurt with thorns, if I looked closely, the blue one seemed to take them all before the gardener cut the area to hand.

Arthur and Deputy Eric, all returned to Style, Tiara and Marie, also had a round of wrapped roses or sandwiched in clothes and belts, which made for a slightly more interesting group.