A month had already passed since Lord Pride was transferred to the tower of separation.
Master Pride, who had been cautious in his room, now used the delivery guys and made them rave badly... no, they ravaged him. Master Stayle said he let the courier go and told him to stop the courier business. Now it seems possible to give them time and speak up again with the special abilities of Mr. Steele as soon as the resumption is decided...... perhaps it will be difficult to hire them again. At least as long as Master Pride stays.
Master Steele hasn't even seen Lord Arthur since then. With "no face to meet," I guess I'm not going to meet Master Pride until he's undone or revamped. From time to time, he also goes to Lord Pride with me and Regent Vest, but every time he faded his blood tone from his complexion.
Problem behavior has diminished since being transferred to the tower of separation... Dear Pride, who has stopped doing damage, to be precise, but the contents have not changed at all. I, Regent Vest, Dear Stayle, … and even the king and his wife, Albert and the queen Rosa, regularly visit the tower of separation every day, but it doesn't change that way at all.
"Hey, Chancellor Gilbert.... I wonder how long I'll have to stay here...?
Take the carriage to the tower away from you, and even more from just one entrance to the pride room on the top floor. As usual, I entered the room, and if I bowed my head to instruction and study, Master Pride rolled into bed in his nightgown, only his face turned to me in a leaning position.
"I, too, look forward to the day when Lord Pride will return to the King's Palace again.
"Ahahahaha! Just lie.
You're a really good liar! Master Pride, who laughs, wakes up slowly.
He looked back at me with no shyness in his thin cloth outfit. "So?" Encouraged the conversation.
"Shall I ask you a question?... Dear Pride, at the time, the delivery guy did that to me.
"Because it was a pleasure.
"Have you been reflecting?
"Yeah? I won't. That's my natural right.
"... the covenant of servitude does not stigmatize sinners. Let him atone, and as a man again..."
Again, I still don't get any arms back today.
What was committed at the time, the treatment of samurai and teachers, previous policies and institutions, and future policies. Hearing and looking back that day at what, prompting reflection, does not change anything, Master Pride. Though it is normal to think that you might be able to get out if you win extraordinarily, Master Pride didn't seem to intend to either. Any willingness to leave the tower away will not be repaired. Master Albert and Rosa are wondering too, but... it just seemed like I was about to brace my neck.
At least it is left to me now that she, who has become the loose shell of that one, as a princess at all...... no, I will only do my utmost to improve as a person.
It just seemed terribly cruel and irresponsible to make others listen to my speculations. I can't tell you everything, and I don't even certify it. I can't even deny it's my own thoughts. It was just that if I spoke, everyone was mourning and grieving, and it was also visible that I was as helplessly annoyed as I was.
If you wish, I'm the only one who can hurt you.
"Hey?... I'd rather be out there with you than that...?
All of a sudden, Master Pride was spoken in a licky way.
Arr, is. If you ask back, Master Pride can raise his grin even more. Look, it's me. It's me. and is dared to flaunt him again. For a moment, the possibilities had passed, and if I shut my mouth, the next time it was spoken out as if I had tried.
"Bill Council next week.
... Again, huh?
Indeed, Master Pride also participated in the Bills Council as First Princess each year. But that's going to be disjoined, too. You can't expose the pride of this state to the eyes of other upper layers. Because it goes into the eyes of the upper layers that are already in and out of the castle, and it also swirls with so much disturbance and distrust.
Dear Pride, "It's that time of year already," he says, opening the book. Encouraging him to continue his studies, he unexpectedly sat right at his desk. Now, speaking of the other day's review, if you open the book on your desk and put it down, Lord Pride peeked at me standing next to him from the bottom.
"You know, I... haven't thought about it since it was transferred to this tower.
dull, and speaks with a suspicious grin.
This is how we have often been tried to shake our emotions. Dear Rosa, and even Albert, who until ten years ago should have had a good relationship with Lord Pride, is so exhausted that this person is poisoned from his mouth.
"Shall I charge you with your sins" and "I wonder what my daughter Stella would think if I found out", as she tried me before.... I'm already ready to be charged with that sin, and I'm ready to be despised, but if I gently returned "whether or not it's enough for trust in Lord Pride now," then I was immediately distorted in a boring way.
"I was thinking,... My name is?
Place the pen where the book was opened, and Master Pride turns to me.
Suddenly the discouragement of his voice is raised and "You know," he dares to make and speak of innocence like a girl who talks about her dreams.
"" Special Capability Application Obligation Order............ Wow, isn't that nice?
Nitaaaaaa... and a tearing grin seeps out.
I couldn't even imagine until just about a month ago. My body was accidentally stretched to that laugh of yours.
Why does she have the decree now?
I was surprised that the abominable bill name had now been given on this occasion, and if I spoke... Master Pride went on to return the reaction with pleasure.
"Chancellor Gilbert?... look forward to it when I'm queen. Your old desire, I'll make it happen for you.
Get yourself out of the chair, reach out and stroke my contours with your fingertips.
The glossy move would surely only have seemed separate if you closed your eyes.
My old wishes? Now I just think it was a bad fool. Why is Master Pride here?
"For example.... for example? Don't you think it would be nice if I became queen, enacted this bill, and tied it up with a contract of servitude for rare or brilliant special abilities?
What... ………
Even if I put my intentions aside, I'm scared to run just imagine.
A contract of servitude……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Are you going to behave like those Vals, even to a people who have no sin at all?
If you hold your breath as you become more and more aware of your eyes, Lord Pride will also say, "Ahh!" and he gave me a suspicious laugh.
"It's lovely, isn't it?" Then my power won't shake either, will it? Then no one can turn against me. Right, Chancellor Gilbert, Steele, Arthur, Uncle Vest, Chemetho, and the Knights Commander... "
"Are you serious... are you being told..."
Unexpectedly powerful, he asks her in a plundering voice.
I know, that she dares to choose words to offend us. Because that's what she's after. But more importantly, why did they come up with such terrible things?
If Lord Pride were to remain queen, that delusion would not even come true. Our Queen's power is assumed to be so absolute by now. But if enacted in that way, our country will not have to lean at once.
"Yeah, are you serious? Ah.... no, even if. What is it?
That laugh can only be horribly pleasant.
Perhaps you intend to enact the law in earnest at the dawn when you become queen.
How terrible a future was he foretold, Lord Pride? How bad a future you want your own ruin...
"You like to hurt the weaker than yourself... more than once, more than ever..." "More than once, that prediction..."
Second, I remember two years ago.
Lady Rosa was also told. He predicted the future of Lord Pride at the time. Hurt the weak many times, look like Lord Pride.
"So hey? If I can't go, tell me from you. [M] Dream drawing of the future of the lovely, lovely queen I want.... to my mother, too, cha.
It doesn't matter to me to consolidate. Master Pride keeps talking.
He rose out of his chair so that my reaction was boring, and now he glanced at these cheeks with his palm.
... you think the future hasn't changed?
"Dear Pride... … why do you deliberately want to break your position? Are you aware?
The hand that accompanied my words perfectly stops.
When I saw it, it was unnaturally solidified with a grin raised by Master Pride's face.
I can tell by the extent to which I hold it in my heart. But say it and even tell Rosa and the others from my mouth. I don't care what you think, it's just unnatural. I reveal my measures to my enemies and never succeed. Again, this person seems to be focusing only on making your position worse.
Conscious or unconscious? I can just see that, but... I can see the possibility that that one person we loved will remain in front of her. If you're aware, you can't stay with him anymore. It will mean that there are so many thoughts hidden in her now that are beyond me. If you're unconscious, I'm sure that you...
Gently lower Lord Pride's hand and wait for him to look down from me. A small "huffle..." leaked a laugh from Lord Pride's lips, which seemed to solidify for a while, and... burst.
"Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha but Chancellor Jilbel hey wow!
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I held my belly as if the prank had been a successful child, watching her laugh with a devilish smile, and I prompted her to say "bye."
Master Pride, who even kept laughing, later stopped laughing pussy and turned the drawn laugh at me again.
"Half right and half hazy. It's not just to break my position, is it?
Master Pride, who was told that his behavior was deliberate, looked around the room.
And he made sure that the flowers were reached and paid for the vase in which they were born, and they were dropped on the floor.
Pariwings echo the unique treble of ceramics, scattering fragments. I heard that even when I was first woken up, the water drain was shaken by Dear Tiara, but now I thought it was a vase. I was wondering if she meant to intimidate me.
"Don't touch your hands, Master Pride."
"Don't come.
Master Pride turns to me with a sharp eye that blocks my words from stopping. In that hand, hold the pieces of pottery you picked up.
I will die of this when I come, Master Pride, who gathers and speaks himself like a hostage, turns to me with an incredibly creepy grin, a few steps back and distance himself. If you reach out, you can grab it. Step by step, she retreats to the edge of the room.
"Me, no? I thought about it a lot.... how can I,... get it.
Boosh, and he grunted like a soliloquy. That was slightly hard to hear.
But more than that, I circle my thoughts on how I can get my hands off that murder weapon without stimulating her.
"Chancellor Gilbert.... the words you said to me then, remember?
Master Pride plays with his mouth as if he were going to start even with revenge now.
Thinking about when the hell you meant and what you were referring to, Lord Pride looked at me with pleasure and spinned his words.
"Glad to hear that. Wow... is that true? I totally reflected then, and the Knights Commander told me. That's why it stays in my heart.... ahhh? Yeah, I wanted to show it to the Knights captain too. Wow, ahahahahaha! Too bad."
It seems to be spoken with pleasure as I mock the murder weapon of my hand.
Once I thought about taking away Master Pride's consciousness with this gap, I was slowly turned to my left arm with that right hand that held the murder weapon I was watching. One of these moves is going to stop my heart. Master Pride keeps moving his mouth without stopping the conversation.
"You said it was important to me, didn't you?
With a floating bright voice, the murder weapon was shaken down to her left arm without hesitation.
Please stop. Blood was scattered from that thin left arm at the same time as a scream and a scream emanated from your throat. A guard who heard my screams jumps inside from outside the door of the room. I tried to run over to Lord Pride, who could dye his left arm red in the room, but he said, "Don't come," and now he stuck the murder weapon in his neck.
"Ahh!... I knew it hurts. Hey? Look, there's so much blood.
"Let's stop the bleeding quickly......! Dear Pride, please discard that fragment.
Master Pride's grin only spread as he slightly distorted his face into pain. After glancing at the wound, he kept looking at me instead of his dripping arm.
"Ahhh... nice face. Chancellor Gilbert? Take a closer look at me.
With that said, Master Pride puts the tip of the murder weapon on his empty chest from his clothes as if to draw a line, creating a wound. I hold my breath at that appearance, and my own blood draws me away. My fingertips trembled, the less I felt, the colder my forehead sweat dripped off. Dear Pride, I have spoken to you, but I already know that I don't like it anymore.
I can't reach her right now.
Why has it changed so far?
What happened to him?
Is it also true that God was descended for ten years?
Blood twitches and dyes Lord Pride's clothes red. Still, that one doesn't try to stop hurting his own body. I'm in pain, I'm happy to scratch you with some sweat, and if we try to pull over, I'll stick you in the neck again. Even if she's not serious about hurting herself, she could rip herself off with too much momentum. scratches on her chest. She worried about where this time, and now on that foot
It's the limit.
Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii and.
Lord Pride rounds his eyes to a finger whistle that rang in one breath. Confirmed that I rang, my eyes cooled as I woke up a little.
"Sister, what the hell is going on?"
Master Steele, who appeared in momentary movement, abhorred his voice and opened his eyes to the appearance of Lord Pride dyed red, stiffened.
As soon as I shouted, "Master Pride told me to kill the weapon," Master Stayle moved beside Master Pride in an instant, and the murder weapon was snatched away by instant movement. The moment Master Pride turned his grin to Master Steele to say something, now they both disappeared at the same time. The cloudy sound of boss and "What are you doing?" echo angrily from another direction.
Looking back, Master Stayle pushed her down on Master Pride's bed, holding her hands so that she could not scratch any more.
Jill Baer, stop the bleeding.
The guard calls a doctor and someone with special abilities to treat injuries. He rushes to Master Style, who was yelled.
I feared that it would be moved straight to the doctor for an instant, but he thought of it. It's too dangerous to get Master Pride out of the tower right now.
He rushes to the pride who can hold him down like a stick, holding the wound up and tying it up with a cloth from his left arm. Please let go, Lord Pride made a little resistance, but he was no match for the power of Mr. Steele, he just wanted to shake his shoulder.
If I had done the hemostasis on my left arm, and now also held down the cut on my chest, Master Pride was raised that laugh again from the spot. "Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" "What's wrong?" cried Master Steele, distorting the end of his mouth like he had hoisted again.
"Hey...? Look at your right hand. Blood everywhere."
Me and Master Stayle look at the words with a sneer laugh at them at the same time.
The murder weapon... the flat palm of which was bloodstained, as the words put it, holding a strong grip on a piece of pottery that had nothing to hold. I also cut some fingertips and they were unbroken. Jill Behr shouted and called out to Lady Steele to hold her chest wound instead, and I moved to the right hand side. As Master Steele began to stop the bleeding on the right hand he was holding down, he accidentally leaked his voice as "Sister... You...".
If I turned my face again, I was gently stretched out of my left hand, where Lord Pride was free, to the wound on Lord Pride's chest with my right hand and to Style, who was holding Lord Pride's right hand with my left hand.
He was stopped bleeding with a cloth, still stained with blood, and even more so with his arms and hands stained red to his fingertips after dripping off, he was caressed soft, steil-like cheeks in front of him. It was a merciful move, not a harmful hand. Touch with a bloody hand and an undried red sticks to the cheeks of the styles.
Master Pride with a tranced grin moves his mouth with his eyes shining.
"You're stronger...?
Huh...... I can stroke it with a glossy voice, laughing hahaha.
If I turned my eyes to Style-like while I stopped the bleeding, my open eyes were trembling as they were, my eyelids were cramped, and my face was distorted by pain.
"I told you, didn't I? He said he'd be stronger than me.... Style is a boy.
With that cruel grin and backbelly, that voice just listening is terribly sweet.
Even the words were released to stroke, and the hands of Stail-like's holding trembled badly. Contrary to the trance and the glowing pride-like smile, the steil-like face intensifies the distortion in agony. Words, and teeth were eaten and tied tight to indulge in something.
"Remember...? That I am no match for you. [M]
The words spoken gently were as if they were those whom we admired.
When I looked at his face, he was ugly and distorted into joy, but only the words belonged to him. I can turn my face away from Lord Pride's hand. Style-like jaws eat and bind too much and tremble out. But Master Pride was again stretched out with blood to follow the outline of his style. I can gently touch my cheeks with blood marks on them.
"Look, you have to turn your face properly.... Look at me?
The glossy voice that was released again whined, "Stop..." with a voice like the Style could plunder. But Master Pride calls him "Stayle" and his name unchanged. The joyful laugh was not from kindness, no matter what.
Finishing the hemostasis on his right hand, and instantly if I held Lord Pride's right hand down instead, Master Stayle was played Lord Pride's stretched left hand. Passin ', it sounded mild, and Lady Steele said in a clear voice, "Stop..." again.
"Oh, my pride. Don't make me laugh any more."
In a voice that sounded all over the room, I was told off.
Master Pride, whose eyes were rounded as surprised by the voices of Master Steele, was left without a creepy grin for only a moment. However, the moment I leaned down to Master Pride and peered into the style-like face, which was roughly exhaled up and down to my shoulders, I was again laughed at with joy.
"What are you talking about? Am I me?
"No, you're not pride.
"Saying terrible things wow... have you forgotten about me yet?
"I don't do things that I forget or that I forget that guy all my life.
"So who am I supposed to be?
"Shut up, don't talk any more with a mouth similar to that guy.
Cut back the stroking pride-like voice with a cold voice equal to nothing.
A pale voice sounded... terribly painful. I can no longer see the look of Lord Pride leaning down to be dropped on her while holding down her left arm. But if you look at it and see Lord Pride, who can spread his grin and hoist the end of his mouth.
I could imagine what look they were giving me was so painful in the chest.
Until the doctors climbed the tower, even Master Style, who kept breaking Master Pride's words, had exposed total rejection.
As soon as the doctor reached the room with his raised breath and began to use his special abilities for treatment and injury treatment, Master Stayle entrusted me and the guards with the pride of holding him down and went to report to Master Rosa and the others.
"Come back, huh? Style."
I don't even react to the voices of Lord Pride released with laughter. And disappeared from the spot without using the stairs. On leaving, that face raised to entrust Master Pride to the guards
It was as if my heart had been sickened.