"Pride.... I'm coming in.

Step-by-step, in a hesitant foothold, Leon entered the room.

Many castle men and escorts already, Tiara. And Lance and Joan, kings of the United Hanazoo kingdom, who were allowed to meet by the style, were not seated in the recommended chair. The whole room was gloomy, reflecting the overall sight as the light of the thin sun over the curtains stroked.

Gaze at the woman who sleeps in bed as she greets each human being in the room. Lined up next to Lance and the others, I didn't dare come any closer. Now, the closest two people beside Pride were Tiara and Arthur, but Leon was aware that if he came close to that distance, his emotions would also blow up at once, even to the urge to be lidded.

Prince Leon, and Tiara looked back small and groaned. I returned it only at the meeting, but I couldn't even laugh smoothly as usual, just gently pulling up the end of my mouth. Extra Tiara's eyes moistened by that sad look from Leon, who always smiled back at me.

Arthur also looked back and moved his body to pull it off the spot, just as Lance and the others did when he came, but just as Tiara pulled back on her arm. "Arthur was entrusted with me and my sister instead of my brother," he explained, convinced everyone and Leon nodded quietly as well.

"... Will Princess Pride not wake up yet?

Speak up to the doctors and samurai nearby, but the reaction was still as expected.

Marie and Lotte, the exclusive samurai of pride in particular, looked pale, darker than Leon had ever seen before, with only a heavy look. It was as if they were separate from the two who had always laughed calmly beside their pride.

The doctor explained that the cause was unknown, that he didn't even know if it was an odd disease, and Leon accidentally held his own chest in one hand.

Breathe, first peek at Yoan and Lance lining up next door with just their eyes. Joan, who grabbed the chest cross hard, closed his eyes firmly and remained silent as if he were praying on this occasion. Just like Leon, his neutral, neat face was twisted and distorted, and even if his eyes were not opened, his rugged heart was exposed.

Lance had always looked unimaginable to Leon, who had only seen a pleasant grin and cloudless expression. He carved a wrinkle between his eyebrows and kept his mouth tied to one letter, stretching it to his shoulders and not making one physical move. A fist brought down straight is gripped hard and slightly trembling.

Leon had a chest ache in the appearance of two people who probably just came a little earlier than he did.

If he asks "Prince Cedric is," he hears that he's cooperating with Style, and just a little bit Leon tours his thoughts.

Put the two kings down and tell Cedric what cooperation you only want. I could understand Cedric a little bit together on the sailing journey, but still think of what that style is enough to ask for cooperation.

After that much thought. Feeling a little calm in his own feelings, Leon finally turned his eyes straight to the side of Pride, … his emotions suddenly mixed and waved.

Hold your breath, tremble your jaw and endure desperately that you should not turn away from reality, gripping your fist down like Lance strongly. I put my strength into my legs, which, if I lost my mind, would still run out to her side, and held her against the floor.

Is the blood circle bad or is the blood slightly sumptuous? Even more powerless at all, Pride with his eyes closed looked like he was already out of breath, whether he was just sleeping or a doll who looked just like him.

... Why is she looking at me like this?

Anger and sadness without a place to go swirl Leon's body.

Sick or artificial, at least if that's all you can be sure of, then that's your driving force too. But... now I can't even tolerate that.

You must not allow yourself to touch her or speak to her if you renounce your closest position with her. Only as an ally, he will continue to endure in the same position as the king lining up next door.

Right now, even at this moment, just pray that she wakes up like a lie.