"... hey.... Arthur, you think you're okay...?
Shaking the glass, Alan tilted the chair with Gatan.
If you throw words at the column you invited to your room and Eric, you two shake your necks sideways with no hands on the glass. Without pointing out Alan's ill-built footsteps, he made his face look rude when he rebelled against the words.
The usual Alan's room. Night after the usual exercise, usual booze and glass. Kingsguard knights gathered there.... but.
No sign of Arthur.
"... because tomorrow is my day off, because I left right after the exercise.
I've been home often the night before to help Arthur with his parents, but it's weirder not to worry at this time. He remembered Arthur's back as he left, and Alan sighed heavily.
"I've been fine since this morning,... because I didn't.
That's what Eric looks at with a bitter laugh, but he doesn't laugh very well.
During the exercise, among the Kingsguard knights was Arthur, who was obviously sinking for the moment. His work as a knight captain was well served, but he had too few words and, above all, no hegemony shards. Furthermore, he was focused on his opponent during the rendezvous, but when it was time for rest, he hit his head against the wall many times, relieved himself, and often fell. To the extent that the knights now think that if they were ambushed by Harrison, they would die instantly.
The restoration of pride, the decree of passage, and two days later, the suspension of the Kingsguard knight. Not only Roderick, the Knights leader, but everyone in the Knights was feeling that disturbance. But the Kingsguard knights, they can't explain to the other knights either the warrant or the confidential information from the style. Because even Roderick hasn't even been informed of any anomalies in his pride other than circulation from the royal family.
"I can't even do it. Master Steele told me that.
Alan and Eric frowned at the words of the column at the same time.
I remember words from Stayle last night, making a terrible noise to my own chest.
Nor did the column organize my mind from last night's story. Both Alan and Eric tried not to be on the table during the exercise again, but I am aware that I would have felt uncomfortable. Because no one could have easily asked them what was happening to them any more, despite the fact that the evidence reported that it was not a knight deficiency about the suspension of the Kingsguard knights. No one could pursue anything from the columns because of the disturbances in the castle and the discomfort from the Kingsguard knights without having to refuse to speak on the grounds of slogans.
"... it's me. I asked you today, to the deputy commander.
Alan raises his voice abruptly.
What, and if the two of them turned their faces, Alan continued his words with his gaze pointed at the glass. I thought for a moment that even the column was someone else on a sinking side far from his usual.
"Dear Pride ten years ago.... I knew it was just as rumored.
Gubbi, and swallowed the pan in the back of his throat with the liquor.
The column cautioned Alan's words, "The deputy commander has touched me. What are we going to do", but only replied, "He said he didn't say anything from me" about it. But we both knew that Alan still couldn't help checking.
Pride ten years ago. She said she just went back to it now. I don't believe it in Russia, but it's hard to doubt it after listening to Style.
"... and yet I am....... I knew it was unacceptable.
I gave it back to Eric in a small voice.
Looking at the glass of water, he leaked a drooping voice to the ground. Eric's one depressed expression, which often soothes the field, seeped in pain as well.
"To me, Master Pride is... a benefactor. So I just wonder if I still have some really bad disease or if it's someone else.
It's a pitiful story, though. and Eric's face, laughing powerlessly, was not smiling at all.
Words like reality escape that sadly drown their eyebrows and tell them were the answers to Eric who got there when he thought about the whole day.
"So... I think I know a little bit about Arthur's confusion as well. For Arthur, Lord Pride is someone who has changed my life.
I told him that much, and then the back of his throat stuck just a little bit.
I didn't think it was a good idea to talk any more, Eric closed his lips tightly once to squeeze.
Also for Eric, pride is nothing more than an important being. Because if it doesn't even matter how big or small life is, Eric was definitely transformed by pride again.
With his arms on the table, the column gently placed his hand on his shoulder to Eric, who was silent.
"... I know. For us too, the presence of Lord Pride is great.
That said, if he was gently slapped twice, the impossible grin would break, and Eric covered his face with one hand to indulge. I suppressed what I managed to get into, but the wave of emotions strikes him terribly.
So much so, that Style's words were cruel.
There's no more pride in their knowledge, so much talk that virtually seems synonymous with dead, everything.
He opened his mouth so that a column that would gently forgive Eric would take over his words, and went on.
"... it's not that easy to talk about, like, swallowing. Though it has changed, you are the one we swore to protect.
"You're not our pride anymore, are you?
I returned it shortly after Alan passed on his breath to the words of the column.
To the pale Alan words, the column eats and binds his teeth. What Alan said was especially true. If you say that pride now is separate from her for the last decade, it will mean that she is also separate from the one they have sworn allegiance to. Above all, it's that personality and behavior. If the first meeting was that pride, no one would have thought wrong would want to be the Kingsguard knight of the First Princess, etc.
And now it was also true to be anxious to even make her the next queen to commit acts that hurt others and even jeopardize relations with the royal family of allies. So much so that there will be people out there who think it's for the good of the country to be miserable at first, rather than worthy of protection.
"Absolutely, you'll have more enemies when your current pride is public ~.... That's about as much as we can't protect.
Poisoning, making it look like an accident, ambush, night assault. Alan was terribly calm counting and continuing to count how much it was.
The column enjoyed the urge to tell Eric to think about his feelings as well.... because Alan must be saying it because he's already ripped his chest off by the fact many times and after he's gone around.
Alan, who kept his gaze pointed at his swinging glass, finally turned to the column after repeatedly folding and stretching it several times.
"What are we gonna do? If Lord Pride dies in the Kingsguard this time. Now Master Pride won't even listen to us, and instead of dying, even one scratch will make you responsible for the execution and the whole Knights, right?
Lightly. Alan's way of saying things too desperate, like other HRs, was a little like last night's style.
It was so flat that I wanted to say if I was drunk, even though I still only drank less than a glass. Changing from earlier, the column wrinkles between the brows in Alan's expression as if to ask about tomorrow's weather.
As if continuing from the Kingsguard knight like this... on the contrary, the blood in his body rushes around at a tremendous rate, as Alan says, as if opposing to attaching the Kingsguard knight to his pride itself.
Alan's head was cold the other way around to his words, and Eric, who managed to indulge, also looked up at Alan with eyes that looked at something incredible.
Alan, and a little stronger, the column calls out and asks him for clarification.
"That's what you're going to do. If I get a medical examination asking me to entrust the Kingsguard knight again.
"Then I'll protect you till you die. Absolutely.
Again Alan's words without hesitation were returned.
Now it's time for both the column and Eric to lose their words to a response that goes against expectations. In contrast, Alan said, "Hmm?" I leaned my neck deliberately. Still, I made them laugh like they were having trouble "no no no no no no no no" to the way they were stiffening with their mouths open.
"Mine is a decision I've already made, and I'm somewhat self-satisfied with it. I don't even know if it's for the Knights or the people.
So it doesn't suit me, so Alan drank out the contents of the glass this time.
Kang, and lightly landed the glass on the table, Alan poured the liquor into the glass again.
"... but... I'm still protecting you. If you're saying it's back in the old days in ten years, it could be different in another decade.... because we might see each other in twenty years.
It's a dream story.
That, too, we both found that Alan was more aware of it than anyone else. And on top of that, we're going to keep waiting. Alan's will was already so stiff.
I got a testimony of praise from Pride, from that day on.
Protect your pride.
That's harder than Alan can change on his own sophistication.
So, Alan let the two of them, who had not yet returned their words, wave their hands brightly with a hiccups. It's as if you can tell the way on this occasion.
"Because I've already decided how to die like that. I don't need to mud up to you guys.
Huh? And for some reason, the two of them tightened their chests to the appearance of Alan, who dared laugh in a mild tone.
Furthermore, the column itself did not like the fact that Alan's words included a reference to the column.
The day we both decided to stay as knights, even in the face of shame, to protect our pride.
He said this was apart from what he promised that day. Even Column and Eric don't have to stand up for their current pride.
Even while we couldn't find the words, Alan went on to flatly say, "Of course I'm going to obey the will of the Knights," "because I'm not going to obey that guy's mistake.
"... what,... you know what I mean? Lord Pride can be a bad dictator.
The column eats and ties its teeth to Alan's smile as if he were leaving for the dead too alone.
Now Gilli, he bit so hard that the noise sounded. But unchanged, Alan replied briefly, "I know," when he put a cheek wand on the table. The reply drastically scratched the inside of the column again.
"If Lord Pride commits something like yesterday.
"I'll stop it. Now we need to make sure the injured don't get hurt.
"If! Lord Pride's will doesn't change twenty years away......!
"Then you're thirty years away.
"... in case there is a revolution or something and you have to judge Lord Pride for your people.
"He said he would follow the Knights.... I'm still a knight.
"Even thirty years away.
"You'll never point your sword at the Knights and the people.
Any words in the column, Alan answered without hesitation.
The column stuck its fists at the table in a floating Alan's attitude. I didn't use special abilities, but the table still sounded shitty. Standing up with momentum, he grabs Alan's chest in both hands as he tries to tilt the newly poured glass again. Suddenly, with his eyes slightly rounded, Alan put the wavy glass on the table and turned around as it was grabbed onto the column.
"Oh, you can point the blade at Master Pride..."
To the screaming of the biting column, Alan had his hands gently raised.
The column can put its strength into the hand it grabs on Alan, who indicates that he is not going to do anything back to the column from himself.
I don't think Alan, who admires pride everywhere, can point a sword at pride. If something really happened that the Knights had to revolutionize, etc., Alan was convinced that he would stick the sword to himself before anyone else, not to the Knights, not to the people, … not to the Pride.
What Alan is such a person is what everyone in the Knights understands.
"I am!... I am proud of myself as a knight... if I have to judge you as a knight... no, before I do! If he crosses the line, I will take this sword as a knight."
"... I'll try not to disturb you then.
Hella, Alan, laughing powerlessly, was already ready.
Finally, with anger, the column's gripping hand shook out, and the next moment I let go of my hand, trying to rampage Alan abusively. The column loosened its own neck to match the rough breath as it stared at Alan, who laughed quietly.
"... so I'm not going to stop the Kingsguard either!
Alan blinked back a little unexpectedly loud to the column staring at him as he showed his eaten tied teeth.
But I only answer "so-so" without even affirming to stop it further. I know that the readiness of the column, just like myself, is not something that can be easily changed by others.
"If we continue like this, not far away, Master Pride will be punished. Otherwise, if you become queen, there will always be a breakdown.... I've worn mud for the rest of my life. I'll be with you till the judgment is given to you.
That's bullying as a knight. The column that says so pulls out the sword at the end.
If you dare point the tip of your sword at Alan, his eyes sharply and upright aimed at his neck muscles.
"My decision comes first then. Even if he is, and whether you inhibit him or not!... I do not hesitate about this sword.
For the sake of the people, he slaughtered both Pride and Alan as knights. Alan still didn't say anything to the column that was so determined.
That was the best I could do to Alan, the pride and friend I admired, thinking about becoming a column.
Alan, who returned to the column with only a grin, including all his thanks and apologies, rocks the glass before taking his seat.
As soon as I tried to sit down again as it was, Eric, who had been silent for so long, opened his mouth "I am".
Looking back, to Alan and the column facing him, Eric squeezes his voice out with a nagging face.
".............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. duh,... no...
Pomp. and words like rainwater were sometime terribly weak.
I can't see Eric's face shaking his shoulders and leaning down from the two of us. Still without prompting them to continue, the two continued to wait until Eric spoke from himself. Regripping his fist over and over again, Eric, who had his teeth stuck, spawned words again after a while.
"Dear Lord Pride,... as it is now... eh... may hurt many more...
If it was just a warrant lady, I wouldn't have gotten so pessimistic. But the next queen. That way I won't be able to fit in with one problem.
"Nor to Lord Pride... now, we... are not needed...
I remember over and over again.
An evil eye from pride I never imagined before. Every time I could turn that around, not only Eric, but Alan and Column had thorns stabbed in their own chests. So much so that we realize how much we have, naturally, received only warm glances from our pride.
"... If, indeed, Captain Column is right,... Lord Pride becomes a man to crusade,... we, the Kingsguard knights as knights, will also... defile our names.
I already understand that and also Alan and the column.
That's why Alan didn't want to get other than himself involved, and the column also decided to be ready to wear mud already. And Eric...
"... Still,... I knew I couldn't.
Small, Eric looks up.
Patterns and tears had already dripped from his eyes as only his mouth let loose to laugh.
The droplets that were passing on to his neck to the clap that raised his face fell to the table and stained him this time. Without even wiping her tears, Eric cries and spins her words with a slightly reddish face.
"Even for me,...... eh.... Again, Master Pride is special.... whether you know it with your head or not... you can understand that you will not see your previous pride for the rest of your life... eh.
Not as good as Arthur. Not everything in my life has changed that far. Still, I couldn't help but let go of my memory with Pride for Eric.
"...... I can't.... I still can't... trump that pride from myself.
That much said, Eric wiped his face with one hand.
I'm sorry, and I finally exhaled loudly as I apologized to the two captains small. I breathed every shoulder and repeatedly spit it out finally calmed my feelings and throat.
"... may not be as strongly prepared as Captain Alan or Captain Column. But... I will choose Lord Pride's Kingsguard again until the end.
I'm not sure I can fight you two and beat you, though. And Eric's eyes, which made him laugh, were also the color of readiness. Even if I was forced to make a choice, which one I chose. I'm sure one of the two of you will slash me,... with that in mind.
"It's just... because I already have this choice.
To that last word of Eric, the two of them thought it was me too.
The pride we admire is not returned.
In pride as it is now, there is bound to be ruin.
Even if our current pride is revamped, it may not be a decade of pride we know.
Still, being knights, they were already ready to die with pride.
The three of them did not exchange words any more, nor did they inspire each other. We don't even know if our decision is really right.
I just grabbed the glass to show, and at one time the three of them drank out the contents at the same time.
We swallowed each other's readiness without acknowledging each other.