"... Is that really Lord Pride...?
After a long silence, the column shrugged.
With Pride awakening, the Kingsguard Knight returned to the Knights' Exercise Ground with her bedtime as she normally does business. Security by each knight still remains thick, but the Kingsguard knight, who had been escorting Pride since last night, was given a night's rest. The rejection by Pride himself and, consequently, Pride's awakening in one day have also reinforced possibilities such as mere sickness and seizures rather than assassinations.
With the exception of Harrison, four Kingsguard knights were gathered in Arthur's room. The usual Alan's, not in Arthur's room.
"... it's your sister. But............... it was like someone else.
And the styles were gathering too.
For Arthur's room, he lowered his back to a fine chair and shook his head once quietly as he put his hands together. Unlike usual, everyone didn't even care to drink and each leaned against the wall, staring at the simple floor.
They were the ones who met with Pride again after the queen and the king's mates, Rosa and Albert, left the room in a hazy manner, but the state of Pride remained the same at all. On the contrary, Style and Tiara as well as the Kingsguard knights who should be escorted beside them were again pointlessly expelled from the room.
"Harrison doesn't care. He said... I'm shocked after all.
Such a look of Lord Pride. and honestly whining Alan is not the usual light-hearted smile.
A stopped look close to nothing told a terrible story about his mood.
It was only when Pride woke up that Alan rejoiced to raise his voice, but everything Pride said and did after that was someone else. I didn't even have words for too unrealistic a sight. I doubted my own eyes so many times over the way Pride waved to his dedicated samurai and sister that I still wanted to doubt my memory afterwards.
Naturally, I'm with them and Alan doesn't think that's the nature of pride. But most importantly, he was the most shocked.
... For a moment, I seriously hated it.
It's really just for a second.
After that it was bigger to be stunned or confused. But I've been relative to so many offensive enemies and sinners before, that even Alan has never been more averse to that pride. I complained to myself that it was just crazy now and I didn't know what was going on. Even then I managed to strike it off with confusion about the current situation, but it was all too shocking that I had such feelings for pride even for just a moment.
"What's wrong...? Dear Pride...
Blurry as he earnestly asked for answers, Alan, with his head, was rarely close to blurring. If it were tomorrow, I might be back, and now I can only return a raw reply to the column that I return.
"I was surprised myself.... memory clouds and things can go wrong temporarily, but that's too...
From there on ahead, Eric doesn't have a word either.
I can't believe it because I know and admire my previous pride. Though I tried to say it with my mouth, it was so radical that I didn't think it was just getting rough or confusing.
Even Eric, who seemed to be extremely impressed when Pride woke up, stopped his emotions at the anomaly of Pride shortly afterwards. I even got goosebumps when I heard that laugh. I also thought about taking pride in it for once, wondering if I was distracted.
"No way, is that part of the disease too...
I'm not very familiar with the disease... but for the first time Arthur opened his mouth to Eric, who muttered, "No, it's..." Arthur shook his neck sideways without saying anything after Eric threw his gaze waiting for him to continue, but he squeezed his lips again.
"... but I can't believe it either. Such a face of Lord Pride... I've never even seen it...
Everyone nodded silently to Arthur, who was powerless.
Arthur, who was pale at all times, sat down on the edge of the bed, dropping. Ever since he sheltered Tiara and bathed in water, his complexion has not been superior. There were shades of darkness close to despair that were different from when Pride fell. It was only because he was so close to relieved that Alan and the others gathered in Arthur's room again as well as Style.
Everything Pride said and did was like a nightmare. The moment the water hung also had a great sense that, above all, the present was reality. What's more, the way Pride laughed, that smile, crueler and colder than any Pride smile I've ever seen, was a heartfelt smile that I hadn't taken away from Arthur's eyes at all. That's why the extra pride smile scratched Arthur's chest so hard.
"Poison...? Or pills and all that... there is...
Arthur's special ability is the power to heal diseases of all things. However, if it is poison-related or drug-related, it is not a disease. Unless you get sick with complications from it, but you don't adapt to simple effects. Yes, Arthur threw his thoughts at them desperately on his own.
"At least not as far as the Kingdom of Friesia knows. There are dramatic drugs to the extent of taking away consciousness, but with symptoms like yours, sister, and slow acting. … and not a single thing to make that person's personality worse or collapse.
That's a curse, not a poison, and the voices were sinking, contrary to the rhetoric I assure you, Style.
I also asked doctors and pharmacists from Style from Leopard Weird of Pride, but none, at least as far as they knew. I thought it might be some kind of illness, but the line was thinner than Arthur could cure. Did any anomalies occur accidentally due to the possibility of remaining due to the fall of pride? But at least I propped myself up not to hit him in the head when Pride screamed and collapsed. "Would it then be more appropriate to think of it as a disease or something," he whines, with a voice tone suppressed by the column if he was intriguing the various possibilities. Style and Arthur, knowing that Pride was not ill, couldn't deny it this time and dared to speak. Arthur's special abilities cannot easily be made public. As Eric and Alan each answered, the column squeaked at the end of the day.
"... is left to be done... by the special abilities of our country?
Each roared small at the words of the column.
In the Kingdom of Friesia, a country of special abilities, it is also a familiar possibility.
The column itself, I really don't think that pride changes that far just because of the disease. I know it's disrespectful to treat you like this simply because your personality and attitude have changed. But still,... there were no factors that convinced me of that pride other than disease, brain abnormality, or special abilities.
When Pride opened his eyes, he relieved himself wholeheartedly, forgetting to flatter the noisy Alan, and called himself to Pride many times.
But when I thought I opened my mouth, I suddenly laughed out as if the hoop had come off and even waved at the unfair treatment of my surroundings. Because we laughed in trance not only at ourselves but also at the royalty, and even at the nasty acts and threats that we didn't think of as ladies. It was going a little crazy, I'm still more convinced to be told the devil got on board than it was. The column made me want to meditate on my eyes despite my pride opponents for lack of much shame and action.
special abilities, not everyone thought of the factor either. It's just too hard. Special abilities basically don't work without touching that person in the case of a human hand. In other words, the culprit was a guest, a nobleman of the Kingdom of Friesia, or a squire or a maid of honor. There's no way any other special abilities could have approached Pride that night or broken into the castle.
Besides, no one was close to her when Pride fell. All the guests are witnesses to it. And the special abilities and surroundings of the aristocrats of the kingdom of Friesia already invited and the servants of that night have been examined by Gilbert, the king and his wife, Albert.
Special abilities would also allow some concealment through, but many people who wish to work in nobility or castle reveal their special abilities. Because in the Kingdom of Friesia, a country of special abilities, those with special abilities are often viewed with respect and given preferential treatment in terms of employment. And as far as I know, there were no special abilities likely to be involved in the anomaly of pride or capable of ambushing. Above all, the results of the examination carried out at this stage were domestic guests and servants, and there was not a single suspicious person.
Besides, what Style regarded as a suspect with the Jill Bales...
"... corner, I thought things had turned out better..."
Dunn, and Stayle unconsciously punched the wall behind her.
Too much remorse, blood seeped out of his chewed lips. I finally got it back, I even felt humiliated as if it had been replaced by something else this time in the moment I thought so.
"... like yesterday,... much better than stopping moving....... but.
Because at least now she eats, drinks, sleeps, and is able to sustain life on her own.
With that in mind, Arthur moves his mouth back to Style's words. With a terrible disgust for myself for not being at all heartily happy, even though Pride woke up.
"If that guy... has always been that way -...
Everyone chilled their spine into Arthur's plundering words as if they were withering.
It's only been a few hours, the same as yesterday when Pride collapsed. It is possible that tomorrow it will always be the same. But there's no sickness, no poison, no drugs, no special abilities.
There's no such thing as a guarantee to go back.
The cloudiness of the chest, the anxiety and the precipitation left everything unsolved, and that night dawned easily.
Tomorrow, I'm sure. and the same wish they had last night despite Pride waking up. Many times they let it go into their chests and put it in.
Without even knowing that her "tragedy" was not even a preface yet.