"His Royal Highness Prince Cedric. … one thing, shall we play a battle?
battle? to Cedric, who looked up. Stayle replied briefly, "Yes," smiling, biting off a laugh.
"If you win, answer one question.... even with regard to Tiara.
Pickling, Cedric's left shoulder rose in a word. Are you kidding me? Asked, Style smiled back with a grin. Why don't you think you have a bad personality yourself, but still spread your hands so that you can invite them? Ask.
"... ok.
Take it and stand, to Cedric, who nodded as he was prepared, and Stile threw his gaze at Arthur as he gently connected the words.
Arthur, having a bad feeling for the look on Style's face, understood that he had been called, rushed over to the two of them with an anxious look.
The style rests her hands gently on Arthur's shoulder, which she withheld beside herself. Pong, after the sound of it, Style continued his words to Cedric by placing Arthur, who could not understand the situation, "The rules are simple".
"Next, let's make it a mock fight with not only swords, but martial arts as well. If you beat me or Lord Arthur, it will be the victory of His Royal Highness Prince Cedric.
Arthur raises his voice in such a way that he does not think.
Sometimes it's because it's in front of Cedric, and I suppressed any more words, but its eyes, which look stunned, scream, "What are you talking about?" But Style doesn't stop talking while he understands Arthur's gaze.
"Simply kneel or fall, if you drop your sword, you lose. If you hit the sword, let's say you win. But the knight, Lord Arthur, said," No sword. "I don't use special abilities.
Cedric surprised me this time with Style's words.
No special abilities for the style are still good, but Arthur will be in a round back state. It is not just the absence of weapons, but the sword must be challenged with short reach. Instead of being fair, then, Cedric blues his face wondering if he would let Arthur get hurt.
"Don't worry. Lord Arthur is a Kingsguard knight who protects you.
Strong, isn't it? Style, who said so and slapped Arthur's shoulder again a few times, was a little boastful from Cedric's eyes.
In contrast, Arthur is more perplexed by the very fact that he is in a mock fight with Cedric than by a round waist. "Um, can you explain..." he sued, grabbing Arthur's shoulder, pulling Steele toward himself. He ears to Arthur as he hides his mouth with a voice that can lurk as it is. "It's a culinary grudge, do it for real," he whispered, slapping that back with a bassin at Arthur, who accidentally swallows his mouth. "Okay, please," he says, pushing Arthur forward to Cedric.
"His Royal Highness Prince Steele, due to this. What if I lose two...?
Of course there is, Cedric put up his sword, wondering.
Arthur also turned to Steele to try to understand the status quo at all as he prepared for Cedric. Unlike Style and Cedric, Arthur is considerably heavier than the two of us with his sword on his back in his armor.
To Cedric's inquiry, Steele returns a word, "You were," as she steps back so as not to disturb the two of them, blunting her pitch-black eyes.
"If the two of us win two, we don't ask everything about this place right now. So what do you say?
Arthur gently raises and lowers his shoulders to the style of whispering. I thought only in my heart that the style of gauging evidence obliteration in a calm voice had come to resemble Chancellor Gilbert again.
Arthur's conscience blames Cedric for rounding his eyes the other way around, "Is that all right?" He removed the chatter and armored part of his hand as he sighed and placed it at his feet as he removed it from his forearm to his fingertips.
"? Hands... are they good to be removed?
Cedric looked strangely into Arthur's bare hands.
Conversely, myself and Style compared the armored part of the arm to Arthur, even though he said the arm part was protected.
Then Arthur said, "No, because it's safer this way," and put his arm where it is without removing his hips sword. Whatever you think, it's safer to wear armor than bare hands, but Cedric couldn't help but nod. Recall that it may also mean lightening, kicking the ground all at once with the signal of the style.
Running to Arthur as he stood, Cedric was the first to make a sharp poke. But Arthur steps it down a lot in one step and avoids it. Cedric, who remains in a poking position, restarts his sword with two or three legs down without going deep. Then Arthur kicked the ground harder from the spot this time, jumping into Cedric's nostalgia in an instant.
Just "one kick."
Cedric, stuffed with distance at one time at an incredible speed, speaks up without thinking "Become". Lie back on your upper limbs and shake your sword on Arthur to intercept
Doggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
─ Ru, before.
Arthur's fist quickly reached Cedric's abdomen.
G., Though he is wearing an archaic armor, the impact of his fist is so transmitted that Cedric exhales and groans in his lungs.
I managed not to poke my knee, but I couldn't move with my abdomen held down by too much impact. He cleverly re-gripped his sword with only his fingertips to Arthur, who came close, and waved his sword at the blind spot. But Arthur took the sword-grabbing arm with one hand, grabbed it and twisted his body
I lifted my back and slammed Cedric to the ground.
Cedric peeled his eyes at the armor area and the feeling of his body being pounded to the ground with momentum.
Severe shock sounds and vibrations stuck my breath and I couldn't get up right after putting my back on the ground. Too soon, Cedric, lying on his back, looks up into the sky blindly. I tried to remember it repeatedly with my absolute memory, but it was completely incomprehensible. When Arthur disappeared many times, he appeared, and if he thought his arm had been taken, the next thing he knew, he would have been slapped to the ground.
... So far, I didn't know it would end in an instant...
I was not alarmed. But Arthur was too strong to go far diagonally of his expectations.
As he tried to shudder for a while, Arthur, the person who slapped him, peered in with more blue faces than Cedric.
"My apologies, Your Highness, Cedric... are you hurt or not?"
I'm so sorry. I raise my voice. Arthur politely woke Cedric up trying to attach his hand to his back when he poked his knee on the spot.
Vain by the way he changed too many blood phases, Cedric looked back at Arthur only with his eyes without a word. "Yes, it doesn't matter," Arthur replied hastily when he checked out Cedric's consciousness to the trauma, looking used to it.
So Arthur, finally relieved and exhaled, rose before Cedric, trying to wake his body from himself, and gave him a hand.
"I'm so sorry. That's no way...
To Arthur bowing his head again, Cedric showed both palms in front of his chest and said no.
I look at Arthur's arms with his fudge armor off, wishing Arthur to raise his head. I quietly understood then that "safety" was not about Arthur himself, but about himself receiving a fist. If it was such a shock over protective clothing, I was relieved to think what would have happened if I had received it with my armor arm. I think that would have easily broken the ribs.
With too much room for Arthur to apologize and defeat, Stayle was shivering his shoulders with his face turned away as he hid his mouth behind his back. Ha ha... I can't stand the laughter leaking.
Even in the eyes of Style, Arthur meant it during the mock war. When I removed the armor part of my hand, I also wondered if Arthur, a good man, would still add his hand and heart, but in fact, "it was only because I meant it.
It was Arthur who was baffled at first by the sudden suggestion from the style, but he was still quite depressed as well.
That they were eating dishes addressed to them as well as past mistakes. And Tiara's fiancée candidate, who was like her sister, … was also unconsciously very unpopular in the eight wins due to previous misunderstandings about pride.
At the moment of his mock fight with Cedric, it was only certain that he would slap his fist in. Still, Style knows that Arthur's skill would have never shocked Cedric more than stuffing his breath.
... you know, when Arthur gets really serious...
That made me laugh again, but I chewed in my mouth more than that when Cedric was not perceived as losing.
Are you okay, I walk over to you two with my usual calm grin as I hang up the words.
"Lord Boulder Arthur. I was surprised to overwhelm His Royal Highness Prince Cedric so far.
Overwhelming itself was as expected. and thinking so, Style lined up next to Arthur and asked Cedric to have between "How was it?"
"It was great skill. The boulder is the Kingsguard Knight Hall of Pride.... very unlikely to imitate me either.
The last grunt was his voice happily rising against the word.
It's an invaluable "impossible technology" for Cedric. The first fist was pure Arthur's physical ability to imitate.
Where Cedric's eyes strengthened his respect for Arthur, Stayle asked if his body was okay in a mock fight with himself. No problem, to Cedric, who answers, get out front so that Style switches with Arthur again.
If you're tired, I'll make room for you, but I made sure Cedric still shook his neck to the side.
"So now you're with me.
I turned my shoulders around and the style of taking the simulated sword again was in a largely good mood.
Arthur also noticed how that style was, distancing himself from the two of them by a few steps as he dripped a cold sweat on his forehead.
Unlike Arthur, Style was antagonistic at the point of mating if only Cedric and swordsmanship. Furthermore, the conditions are the same for each other this time. If so, Cedric could antagonize the style again.
Running out at the same time on Arthur's signal, at first the offense continued with only the sword. If Cedric poked a gap and waved his sword, he would do it so that Style would read the tip of the sword and deviate, and if Style waved his sword, Cedric would do the same and do it.
Kang, Kang for a while, the first such meeting continued, and Cedric also considered himself unfavourable in the enduring battle as it was. Unlike Style, who took a temporary break, Cedric kept fighting.
To set him up first, Cedric put his strength into his feet as he handled his sword. Cross the sword and dare to bring it into the push with force. Cedric, weighed from the top on one hand, was a physical priority. Slightly opposite the back of the style, step back and step on the ground. Katakata Katakata and when the swords trembled against each other slightly.
"... I thank you, His Royal Highness King Cedric.
Stile stared straight at Cedric, keeping his strength on the body's axis.
Cedric also took a straight peek into the pitch-black eyes, wary of a sudden voice call and a changed way of calling. For him, who lost to Arthur, a mock fight against Style is his last chance. There's no way to get distracted.
"For me and my sister,... to be honest, my separation from Tiara was also worrying. I am honestly relieved that you will remain in our country.
It's an embarrassing story, though. and Cedric glanced at the grinning style with complexity.
I am completely incapable of measuring the sincerity of the style. Is that what it is as a brother or as a man? Cedric has no judgment at all.
Critical and swords twist each other, so that the stiles turn their opposing backs straight to Cedric.
"Besides, the international postal service has been what your sister wanted for three years. Thanks to you, we are also on track and we have the cooperation of the United Kingdom of Hanazoo.
The style continued to laugh softly.
Despite all the strength of his body, that grin was by far the softest one ever directed at Cedric.
"Really, thank you....... I look forward to continuing to be the postmaster. If you need anything, I won't spare your help. [M]
Thank you for your continued support. Cedric opened his eyes to the style that told him softly.
My chest squeals without knowing it in words like admitted. I realized the force of my antagonistic hand was about to relax, eating my teeth and tightening my mind.
"But, well.
Suddenly, a different low voice color was emitted from the style. Besides, only for a moment Cedric doubted his ears.
"I don't know if you deserve Tiara the most or if I'm going to forgive you for being disrespectful to my sister.
With a grinning smile, Style dared to retreat all at once in the direction of the force Cedric was pushing and let go of his sword.
Suddenly the weight is released in the direction in which it was being weighed and Cedric breaks the balance at the front. Style's feet, instantly succumbed to the spot, kick Cedric's one leg away. Style grabs both shoulders of Cedric as his legs move off the ground, still stabbing a falling maze and sword to the ground and trying to stop him with his other leg.
Cedric's red eyes joined Stile's black eyes for only a moment, and Cedric was pulled down a long time later. Setting Cedric down at the front, Stayle jumped over him lightly long. Kuru, circled and landed behind Cedric, Style kicked his back without hesitation without looking back.
Arthur clearly saw that the style of kicking Cedric's back straight from the front with his arms together was clearly giving him a bad grin.
Cedric, whose center of gravity had gone before and kicked from behind, fell into momentum. My arm poked reflexively without ramming into the boulder, but the state I had poked at my knee was entirely Cedric's defeat.
Cedric, once again settled in an instant, was a little relieved and then squeezed the ground to depression.
"... because I'm not even going to get in the way.
Do you want to stand, and the gentleman's voice hanging again, Style turned to his front, poking one knee and reaching out to Cedric. "Thank you," Cedric said, taking his hand as prompted, rising again. Cedric's expression didn't clear as he paid off the dirt on his knees with the hands of those who didn't have a mock sword.
Style's verbal blow was greater than his defeat. I know you're not allowed to talk about pride, but if they point that out again and say Tiara doesn't deserve it, there's no word. It also lost the battle and was a literal total defeat for Cedric.
Style's words made his face hot again for his past work to Pride, his eyes shaking violently as he lit his face on fire.
"Is it time to go back? I have to get back to Regent Vest, too. Not by the time Lord Arthur returns to the Knights' Exercise?
Cedric also returned a grin with an unfloating look on his throwing style in a bright tone. That's right, we head to one of the dressing rooms as recommended.
Style, who moved Arthur first momentarily, also stands in front of another dressing room with Cedric. And just before entering the room, I called him "His Royal Highness Prince Cedric".
Style grinned as he rounded his shoulders and twice turned to Cedric, who looked back at the messy blonde hair as it was about the ground.
"Because. To me, Tiara is an important sister and family. Lifetime That doesn't change. For Tiara, that's the same thing.
Patan, and.
Placing a beautifully paused Cedric, Stayle disappeared into the dressing room one foot away.
Cedric continued to solidify for a while after Style disappeared. With his eyes rounded and his mouth half-opened, only his eyes swayed with yura.
"… it… is…………………………………………………"
The relieved look turns twitchy to amazement. At the same time, his body moved slightly, and when his hands went up with no place to go, he stretched out meaninglessly into the dressing room where the style disappeared. I shudder in detail, but my mouth and my voice go away with a puckering open.
He doesn't know that Style, who finally rewarded Cedric with an arrow, was secretly pulling up the end of his mouth in the dressing room.