"No. Wow... I can't believe I crawled into the queen's room at night. Where the hell is the rat?
In the deep darkness, which was not even moonlight, the queen rose herself out of her luxurious bed laughing joyfully.
He greets me with a humble laugh, wet in the blood of a guard and dirty the floor.... overflow into the presence in front of you without knowing that the intent to kill and resentment will stop.
With a protective gun in one hand, the queen huffs at me for not returning words... ahahaha! And let only the uncomfortable laughter bathe as foggy rain.
"... you don't need to know.
I've seen him several times before as the Knights Commander, but he can't even reach his memory, such as me, who threw away the Knights' uniform. I wrapped my black jacket around it in the dark and wore my hood deep, but my voice alone could fully understand it if I kept it in my memory. It still means that even I, the Knight Commander, existed to that extent in the Queen.
Staring at the demonic laughing queen, I grip my sword back.
"It's not good, let me hear it. You're the first man who's been able to break into my room.... Hey, how many guards did you kill?
"I don't remember more than thirteen.
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I thought it was some kind of trap, and I look around the room. There is nothing like this except the wreckage of a fallen guard in the hands of the queen.
Today the Regent of the example is also sent for exotic use. The day was thus also set so that the queen could not escape with that troublesome special ability.
"... before you kill me, answer my question.
All the guards in sight slashed down before speaking up.
After a little prolongation, the Knights are stupid, and there's still time before the other guards even notice. Just throw the question by then and snap your neck.
In my words the queen looked at her own nails with her gun in her hand and told her to sing, "It's not great to give orders to the queen". Have you already given up your life, or are you buying time? I endure the greed to plead not guilty now, and I keep asking.
"Seven years ago, the cliff collapsed... and Roderick Beresford's death was your fault?
"Seven years ago, whoever it was. Such an old thing."
"At the time... he was the Knights Commander... and took the recruits... and all the ambushers lost their lives with the advance troops."
Block and rough your voice.
His breath roughs on its own, staring at the queen as he distorts his mouth. When he held one ear in annoyance at my words, he wrinkled between his brows. Swim your gaze to remember, and then "Ah" leaks your voice.
"Ahhh...,... then.... Could you be a survivor or a relative or friend of a dead knight? Aha! Speaking of which, I've seen it."
"Answer only the question:" Do you want to be decapitated now? "
Turn your teeth while keeping them from being heard by the guards outside.
He set up his sword and turned to the queen, but the queen still looked at me with a cool face. Look at it like it's worth a price and turn your gun slowly towards me. Like trying my reaction rather than intimidation.
"Can I tell you something? If you avoid this gun."
Pa, pa, pa.
"... if I could....... haha! Isn't it awful to aim behind your back before I'm done?
"Heh... heh... gah... ha, ha!
… why………
Hold your belly and squat reflexively.
Blood overflowed in the blink of an eye from where he was shot, smearing his crude jacket red. It overflows through the gap of my fingers even if I put force into my palm trying to stop it. Dopp, and now the iron flavor came up from his throat, spitting it out.
... why? I did take this woman's back before the queen finished saying it. I was going to slash her right arm off before I stuck a blade in her neck. Why is this woman...
I said, "I know where we're going."
It's as if I knew where to put my sword on him with my fast legs...
Think that far and stop thinking. I gave up holding on to the stain overflowing from my abdomen, and now it's time to go to the Queen's neck without hesitation.
Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa
"Gugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg"
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha the queen laughs high against me.
… again. The queen shot out my right arm and right leg before I could re-grip this sword. The pain becomes fever and the arms and legs become hot so that the whole body burns. I can bare my voice, but instead my sword fell.
The wound was about the magnitude of the bullet in question, and I still tried to force my right arm to move when I could grab it, but... it wouldn't move. Apparently, he got hit in the joint.
The pain just burns and the immobile arm turns into a useless accessory. My legs move slightly, but my arms are out of the way now. There was just even a severe pain running on each shoulder.
Instead, put your strength into your left arm and hold your sword. "Can you still stand?" The queen looked at me with pleasure and laughed. put up a gun to show me, and
Pa, pa, pa.
"... wow! I can't believe I made it this far with those legs. Could it be the same special abilities as Style?
... Now I couldn't help but raise my voice.
But before he reached the queen again, he was shot out to his left leg, and collapsed like the lost armor of parts. My legs were almost useless and I rolled myself onto the floor. He also gives up his sword, crawls with only the power of his left arm, and heads to the queen. Whenever a scratch on my stomach rubbed on the floor, the pain ran.
I stare at the queen, who plays her voice with joy, and grips her fist. He made me spin his gun around so he could enjoy scolding me.
"... hey? Head or heart, which is better?"
The queen, daring to walk over herself, pokes her muzzle at me when she can do nothing more.
I laughed as it stood, my head, my heart, and waiting for my reaction as I alternately hit it.... the monster.
The only free left arm I extend to the queen. If only I could reach out a little more! If only the legs were free, this devil's fine throat could easily be used with one hand! He said he could kill you.
My hands cut off the sky. It didn't reach my throat, instead grabbing the arm that was sticking a gun at me. The queen's face was distorted into pain when she did it if she could put as much force into her hands as she could before she was swayed away.
"Answer me, what did you do seven years ago?
Spitting blood, growling.
If you scream, that's all it takes to bleed out of your belly, and your life is even more shattered. Contrary to the wounds that continue to produce fever due to pain, the temperature of the body pulls off.
The queen looked at me as she licked my face, with a tranced grin. What am I gonna do...? and keep pointing Niyaniya and dirty mouth at me as I twitch.
"Tell me... you... killed the Knights Commander..."
Pour everything into the hand you grab, and you can put your strength into it.
I wish I could just break this woman's arm... but I cough up as soon as I spit blood, and I can't help myself as much as I think. Plus, I can't stop shivering because I bled too much. Eat and tie your teeth at least with just the power to break your hands.
"... that's not...?
The queen's mouth was opened.
Slowly pulled up, a grin so ripped it swallowed me.
After all, did the Knights chief get killed by him, so sure to wait for the Queen's word?
"Tell me.
This woman...
"Though it's not something else to hide.... you'll die harder too, won't you? Ha-ha-ha. Hey, hey, hey, hey. When you die properly, look me in the eye and die. It's impossible for a nice expression to hide in the dark.
The queen gently pushed this arm away with both hands, placing the gun in front of me, losing her grip and just shivering. And... crouch on the spot as you step on my left hand. But with the weight of one woman, my left arm is subdued.
I stare at the queen at close range as I grind my teeth at humiliation. The queen tilted her finger on my cheek, which I could not use on my limbs, so that she could lift it towards herself.... I feel nauseated to be even the queen's doll.
At least spit the blood that accumulated in his mouth, and his face stained the same red as his hair.
I raised my voice to see if it had gotten into my eyes, and the queen rubbed its bloody face on my left arm as she stepped on it many times. Gritty and heeled, and even shot, the right arm is equally trampled on the wound and made a decision. On the right a severe pain ran, but instead the left, which had been trampled on, would be free. I waved in severe pain, put my hand in my nose, put my gun in the queen.
Pa, pa, pa.
"... for nothing. Ahaha! There's no way you can avoid it because you know where to shoot.
... No.
Was the Queen of all times such a monster as to know not only my sword, but even the tip of the bullet?
Keep shooting smoked guns at the queen as long as you have the remaining guns. But all the queens mock me lightly and mock my scratching.
As soon as the last bullet ran out, the queen, a few steps away, took the spear of a wrecked guard and stabbed the spear from the top at this back that lay down as she stood in front of me.
Gua, A, and breath stopped at the feeling and pain of being torn through the flesh, and blood erupted from the wound again if strength was put into the belly.
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I kept poking this back with my spear as if I wanted my reaction over and over again. Severe pain spreads and the sensation dies first. My body's heat is just zero, and I'm immersed in death.
Are you tired of the reaction fading, to the queen who loosened that spear. I move my left arm again.
I don't have enough strength to crawl anymore, and I'm shaking badly because I don't have enough blood. Reachable… grasp the blade of the spear pointing at me, raise your face whenever possible, stare up at the queen's ugly face again, squeeze your last force as you spit out blood reflexes.
"... must... your,... the world is over..."
If you can't reach it, just say the word, but throw up to pierce him.
Was it still surprising for me to resist, that the queen had created a trance and pulled up grin on me again?
Spit out blood, shred the rest of your life, and dedicate everything only to this voice.
"Always... you are condemned... with your life... truly righteous... I will kill you..."
The queen's expression changes.
It distorts the end of the mouth uncomfortably as if it recalls something unpleasant, and the trance and glowing eyes dim, cutting it cold.
To that look, now I'll laugh at you. He keeps throwing up uncomfortable words for as long as he can.
"To your death... the whole country will rejoice... praise the hero... and all the new kings."
Pah...
..................... Arthur Beresford.
... Sorry. I didn't ask.
At least I wanted to kill him before your hands stained with dirty blood.
We are proud of the death of the Knights.
You take friends from the deputy commander, you take deputy commanders from me.
That queen who collapsed meaningful life, death, even the way the knight I loved was.... All this time, I wanted to kill you with this hand too.
... I'm sure you'll get it.
You're the one who tried to spin the blood of the Knights.
If you take the vice president's hopes to the end.
If you were loved by those people and still have the trust of many knights.
A talent far superior to mine and you with sword arms.
There is no problem. You are already a more proud and better knight than anyone else.
... I've been looking at his back the whole time, so I know.
"... yeah? That's a good idea. You're a rat around here again anyway.
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"Just throw it in the usual dust dump and come.
... Yes, if I told you... you'd be glad...
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"... good morning, Mr. Harrison.
………… ... here...
"Feeling... what to do...?
...... Arthur Beresford. For some reason he was peeking into me.
You had your hand on my forehead, his hand slowly retreated away from my sight, and furthermore a sigh leaked from him with a slight mixed look of twitching and relief.
"Honey... how long have you been sick...
If you're not feeling well, please let me know..., and he sat back in his chair, exhaling even louder and dropping.... this is my room, or...?
"... Arthur Beresford.... Why are you here?
"When I got back to the exercise area, I heard Mr. Harrison fell from a cold.... that, in sympathy.
It's evening now, and Arthur Beresford, who scratched his cheek with his fingertips, turned away from me once as it was.
"How are you feeling," he asks if I get out of bed physically. I try to touch my forehead, but I don't feel heat or laziness anymore. My vision opened up normally, and my thoughts came together.
"No problem.... back to the exercise now.
"No, I mean like I'm taking the day off. … so please eat this.
He held me down trying to get out of bed and carried the plate he had on the table to my place.... vegetable soup. It still overflows with hot air and even has an appetite-inducing scent.
"... this.
"I've had it made in the dining room. Go ahead while it's warm.
I can do it. and hand a plate and a spoon to push me halfway. "I'll keep an eye on him until he eats," he insists.... even though he said he was feeling better already.
Bring one crisp vegetable with the soup, to your mouth. It was as hot as it could still stand, as the words said, and my mouth was hot all at once. As soon as the taste of the vegetables has been chewed off, it spreads into the mouth and can be dissolved.
Well, if you think the room is warm, the firewood was burned in the fireplace that you never used before, and the fire was started.
Arthur Beresford peered into my face again as I was eating heavily. Look me in the eye, too. Then he pointed his mouth and opened it.
"... When was the last time you had dinner?
"... I don't remember.
As soon as possible, he weakens again.
I dropped my shoulder and one roared in a low voice as I lowered my head. Speaking of which, he's often a little impressed that it's something I could have prepared soup for as I wake up.
With my lid-mouthed cheeks, he began to utter words again with his gaze down on the floor.
"The deputy commander told me... Mr. Harrison, I've been having trouble eating and sleeping and everything for a long time, and I get sick and fall down a few times a year.
Besides, it's the middle of winter here, and you didn't use the fireplace, did you? and pointed to the corner of my room. He said the Knight of the Eighth Squad put firewood in it. If you return it silently, he will raise his face and ask me questions.
"... I've rarely seen Mr. Harrison eat.
Unexpectedly, this time I turn away from the look of exploration.
The gobbles and potatoes rolled in his mouth and chewed it up properly before swallowing it with the soup.
"Didn't the deputy chief tell you he was in good health?
"I am not even instructed to eat or sleep.
I am still unfamiliar with the habit of eating and the fact that I have long been far from connected to group life.
Sleep is just as good as fine. The vice president was also busy at work, and at the time, he sewed between them to give me my guidance. There is no reason why I should have time to see my life at once.
"If you don't eat, sleep, or warm up in the middle of winter like this, you're going to fall on a boulder.
"... there hasn't been one in the last few years.
In fact, since he joined the army, he never had to look ill. It certainly hasn't been aromatic here lately, but I don't need to worry about it if it's just about every few years.
In my words he whispered, "That's... that's right." He held his head in pain and shut up. He roared to bite alone and scratched his head with gasp and dropped.
"... after all, will you come and ambush me like before again?
"It's not necessary.
He drops his shoulder on my words again. Why make such demands in the course of this story?
His strength was confirmed in previous duels. Besides, I can no longer show the other knights, such as being slashed by him, whose deputy captain I am.
Right... and zero. He put his arms together and roared again.
It would be nice if he waved a blade from him to me if he himself questioned my strength. He doesn't intend to do that himself.
"... n, then." Captain's orders. So what do we do with this?
Eyes on sudden orders from him.
I thought something, peeking into those pale eyes, he rang his throat and stuck two fingers up at me.
"From now on, you'll have breakfast with me and please hang out with me twice a week.
……
To me solidifying with my eyes open without understanding, Arthur Beresford said, "Can't you?" and goes on.
When it comes to orders from him, there is no reason to say no. But why give such an order?
Even if I don't know why, he exhales like he's relieved to return it. Then he bowed his head, wishing me well from tomorrow, and I also accepted.
"Honestly... please be careful with your body. I'm also holding off on Dear Tiara's birthday next month, and -!.
Ah. And suddenly he opened his mouth. You even remembered something urgent, looking up at the heavens and shaking your eyes fine. And at the end of the day, try to re-sit and turn to me. "Talk, okay," he said again in a quiet voice when he confirmed that I had drunk up the soup. Get your posture right out of bed from me, too, and nod at it. This was still confidential, and after he prefaced, he opened his mouth again.
"Mr. Harrison, could you be Lord Pride's Kingsguard?
………⁇
He also says incomprehensible words.
A spoon, with his unconscious hands, fell to the plate and sounded Kachan.
To me wrinkled and stiff between my eyebrows, Arthur Beresford continues his words.
"Right now, I think you know that Deputy Eric is the only one who is a Kingsguard knight and not a captain because he has become a captain. So... only during the captain's meeting is Deputy Eric and the four knights in charge of Lord Pride's escort.
Naturally I know that too.
There have also been several attempts to shift the attendance of the Kingsguard knights themselves from before breakfast to after breakfast on one day of the captain's meeting, as well as the previous night or early morning when the sun does not rise.
This time, however, unlike the previous shift of one Kingsguard knight, the three of them will be absent at a time, so a similar response was taken to the cautious period between Column Bordeaux and Alan Bernards. For this reason, before the captain's meeting, there is always a battle between the Knights over who goes to escort them. Until now, it was also covered by a nomination by the Kingsguard Knight or the Knight Commander.
"N,... I also had an opinion from Mr. Style about the fact that there are no fixed Kingsguard knights on the boulder every time, and that's why the captainship is unable to attend the captain's meeting.
So unlike us, it takes the form of replacing the shift or leaving it in case of need. and he moves his mouth a little bit badly even with a tooth cut, he doesn't just take his eyes off me as he mops his own neck. He spun more words as he made his mouth grin.
"I wanted... to leave it to Mr. Harrison.
... He seems to be very good at pleasing me.
I look back at him even as I feel my eyes open without any more. Scratching his cheeks with his fingertips so that he could illuminate somewhere, he missed his gaze once. Still, when you notice me continuing to gaze without words, you move your mouth out again.
"... Master Stayle and Master Pride wanted it. Captain Alan, Captain Column, and Deputy Eric, too.
"... why me?
Hold down the boiling urge and ask.
Dear Lord Pride, my heart bounced in the name but now I ask him something more serious than that.
… I am not fit to protect. Not only me, but Alan Bernards and Column Bordeaux should know that. Why didn't you stop him from inviting me to such an honorable post?
He eagled his chest with one hand as if he were more nervous now, and his opposite hand also held his fist. Was it a lie that others agreed? That time I tried to throw the same question again.
"... because I thought you were someone who would be absolutely absolutely defensive if you decided to do anything.
……
It's embarrassing to say something about yourself. And he didn't even notice me, and went on.
"Mr. Harrison is sooo strong, and I absolutely made the order complete,... so I thought if I could be entrusted with it, I would definitely keep my word about Lord Pride.
Captain Alan and the others are of the same opinion, continuing that he only glanced at me for a moment and breathed once.
Then he looked straight back at me with both of those eyes again. Calm down, daring to pull his shoulders back with a lowered voice, he was... similar to the Knights Commander.
"... because I've been watching Mr. Harrison's back. As much as I mean someone I can trust, I know myself.
........................... Me.
To his words, his breasts dance without sound.
I don't know what to say, my throat is so stuck I can't breathe, my emotions run all over my body like running water.
... Woohoo, yeah. He is.
"Pfft... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...!
A laugh comes in as soon as possible, and he speaks out on the spot.
Cover your face with one hand and still can't contain this excitement.
Surprised that I suddenly laughed, Arthur Beresford raised and lowered his shoulders violently, turning his back against him. "Ha... Mr. Harrison..." he leaked, raising his fist-making hands over his shoulder to protect himself while he was open to Russia.
After laughing all over until I feel better, now it's time for me to get out of bed and get up.... Again, nothing more. Rather, the better.
"I command you, Arthur Beresford.
Looking down at him with his excitement uncooled and sitting blindly.
Scratch the side hair with one hand and take the sword that was hanging beside it. I put my sword up against each sheath and stuck it to the brink of his throat. Cutting and only defying his throat from the tip of his sword, he turned his round, open pale eyes to me. It's this body that's not wrapped in armor or team clothes, but now it doesn't even matter.
He chose me! If you don't trust His Royal Highness the First Princess of Pride Royal Ivy,
"I will obey your life.
I just obey and do my best.
Alongside the Deputy Commander, the Knights Commander, the First Princess and one of only four men in this world that I deserve to devote my whole life to.
Arthur Beresford.... if my "captain" wishes.