"See you later. … I will definitely come back to ask you after the first month.
Laughing, Crown Prince Adam, laughing at us with a completely uncomfortable grin, escorts you to the gate of the castle with Lady Stayle.
As a precaution, I was asked to confirm whether it was the same number of people as when I came to the castle, and also confirmed by special abilities, and then put them on the carriage and dropped them off.
"I look forward to seeing you next.... with Her Royal Highness Princess Pride I.
That said, I proudly showed the wrist of my left arm, still blushing red and coloured. As it was, Crown Prince Adam forced the carriage door to close after a grin he pulled up nitely in an upbeat mood. Letting him go while the charge of ambushing Master Pride is completely unspoiled is so lame that his hands tremble.
Watch the carriage get smaller and then have the guards close the castle gate again.
Eventually, the meeting with Master Pride ended without waiting thirty minutes. Mouthfeel with excessive "back of hand" by Crown Prince Adam. and forced to be interrupted by a decisive mouthfeel to the wrist from Master Pride.
I thought Master Stayle would still be angry, but he could no longer even pass it by and move like he couldn't stand the shock.... I can't even do it. Because it was an unusual sight that could only be described as a nightmare from my eyes.
"... Dear Stayle, how are you feeling?
It was in front of Crown Prince Adam that he was made to laugh. It was like a style but his complexion was equal to pale, … most importantly, he never even seemed to be able to face Lord Pride until he left the room.
Master Style, who had bent over in my words, suppressed the edge of his glasses and shook his shoulders badly.
I was instantly bounced off my hand and refused if I tried to put my hand on a style that gradually shook my whole body out as if it were freezing. After a light sound called Passin ', a trembling voice is directed at me.
"There's no reason to be fine. Ugh..."
That voice, which seemed to cry even now, was terribly sad.
Dear Stayle, if you hang the words, Master Stayle shook his neck terribly beside him and stayed on the spot while he leaned down.
"Why..." I am!... Oh... I missed that man... * "
If it's true, if it's true, by now.
One, Master Style, who roughed his voice toward the ground, was releasing pain from all over his body.
The crown prince of a great power.
Without absolute certainty, no matter how suspicious, and above all without the Queen's forgiveness, neither interrogation nor capture will come true.
Even more so, it will be the pride who has committed an act of disrespect close to the pride himself. Because Crown Prince Adam insists that it be "the back of his hand".
Even long after Regent Vest was told about Master Pride's past,... this one looks like he's fighting something alone.
"Why did you... take that man... because that man did something..." or, pride... "
The scream of a fierce questioning of myself was never directed at me.
He was trying to swallow the shock, which was enormous only with his own power, to question himself, endure and sort his head out. It was obvious how disturbed Style, who also seemed terribly confused,... was by Lord Pride's unusual appearance.
Dear Pride today was far more radical than it was ten years ago.... enough to say that I'm off track.
Whether it was ugliness as a woman or an expression of affection, I didn't think every move and word to Crown Prince Adam was so princely that I couldn't even judge it. The color, the lustrous beauty that should also be called "poison", was accompanied by the heavy black.
I'm not just talking about mouthing the wrist to Crown Prince Adam. Each and every bunch of those words were so distracting that they even called nausea instead of choking back once they aroused, as if they had bathed the perfume all over their bodies.
I have been involved with women with similar signs several times when I was still disappointed in the lower echelons without meeting Maria. But it's so poisonous that it can't even compare to them. Poisons, spiders, serpents... such expressions were far more deserving than women.
And the creepiness was felt somewhere as dark as Crown Prince Adam. If that appearance of Lord Pride were to fulfill the ideals of Prince Adam, and this was also the case for Lord Pride today, I can only assume that my hair was still encountered.
"I was earlier, Your Majesty… No, I will report to the top. Why don't you ask Lord Arthur or Tiara how he is?
I will tell Regent Vest and put it down from me, so if I tell him, Master Stayle was cut off immediately saying, "No."
"I can't worry more about Tiara lying down. Arthur doesn't have a face to meet...!
The bitterly murmured words seemed like penance at the end.
Pause of Kingsguard knights. A circular also went to the Knights Commander first thing this morning, and the Kingsguard knights were also told. Yesterday, it was a necessary treatment for Lord Pride that he injured Captain Alan, a Kingsguard knight. Otherwise, if we put a Kingsguard knight in Lord Pride today, the implications will change dramatically from "escort" to "surveillance".
Master Steele was opposed many times, but eventually had to nod at the decision.
I couldn't stop Lord Pride from rambling, suspending many systems, including Kingsguard Knights, and even getting away with suspects I had reached because of, allowing me to meet Lord Overpride, and... that happened. I am also responsible, but Master Stayle is probably responsible for it by himself.
"Dear Stayle, I'm responsible for this."
"No!... I wasn't there yet.
... Again, rejected.
There will surely only be about three people in this world, such as a person who clears his mind of self-blame.
"Let's go," said Lady Style, who held her fist so hard that she turned her back on me and headed to the royal palace.
Following that back, I still look in silence at the style with my shoulders still hanging round my neck.
Lord Pride was advised not to go back to the likes of his predecessors, and he saw many doubts about his personality as a princess, the absence of Lord Arthur, on whom he had been counted, and his close encounter with Prince Adam, who had fled to a distant country, and Lord Pride.... in that
What exactly is the driving force behind Mr. Stayle right now?