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Looking only at the disappeared Master Steele, the missed Master Pride remained, his grin distorted.
She won't resist anymore, being held down by the guards and being treated by a doctor. Dear Lord Pride... and Nita again if I spoke up, I couldn't think of a woman to smile at.... Now, it's like.
"... fun, is it?
"Yeah, very much.
Lord Pride, who can answer my question with a smile, was kept laughing with Couscous. A long deep red hair spread to the bed with the stain of blood shed while lying on his back.
She enjoys herself.
It's not just self-abandonment. To make us uncomfortable or to suffer, … is done with pleasure.
"Chancellor Gilbert.... Show me your face closer.
An elegant voice like a groan invites me.
The treatment was over and the shallow wounds on the chest and palms blocked. The arm wound still leaves thin marks and the doctor rewinds the bandage. Instruct the other guard and the samurai to clear the broken pottery. As I approached every step of the way, Master Pride was further torn apart by the grin he pulled up each time.
The doctor pulled at my signal, and the guard who was holding Master Pride slowly let go, making sure he was replaced, and stepped back step by step. Even after his body was free, Master Pride was not allowed to move while falling into bed. Tilt my nimmari laughing face to me, my face buried half in bed. When I accompanied him, he finally raised his buried face and turned to me.
Reach out to me silently and bloodstained, laughing. I was wiped during the treatment to some extent, but the clothes stain remained the same. Furthermore, there was a mass of blood between neat nails.
"Hey.... what if I tell you I'll do the same thing every day from now on?
It's like being asked to try.
I just imagined a pride-like appearance stained with my own blood again and creating a wound on that skin and my chest hurt again. He ate and tied only the back of his teeth unnoticed, and if he endured, Master Pride was laughed at again without overlooking its finesse. Before you wait for my reply, you say, "We'll do it, won't we?" I am assured.
"A murder weapon is as much as there is. Well, it doesn't matter, does it? Something in our country that has outstanding special abilities. No matter how many times you get hurt..."
"Stop, please……………"
It's too painful to see Lord Pride laughing.
Words get jammed and tremble to pretend to be calm too. Hold your unloaded fist so hard that your nails eat in, and hold your breath that it's about to get rough. The more I put it on my face, the more emotional I am, the more I know I'm going to please her.
Master Pride has no hesitation in hurting himself. And it offends us to dare to make enemies, … even if we enjoy it. The woman in front of me, mixed with distortion, makes me feel painful that he has gone far away.
"… you can feel the pain…………"
"Yeah, but" it's worth the hurt to think you're taking care of it.... something that looks a lot more painful than me.
Thank you, and Lord Pride can stroke my hair with a tranced grin of utter kindness. Understand that we guide Lord Pride, and that is why she is bladed against herself.
"You are our most important... and most importantly, you.
In a defensive battle, I recall the words I myself preached. No, I never told you this because I wanted to.
I just wanted you to look at yourself. Because he was the one who exposed himself many times and tried to give salvation to those who could reach him, … eh, I wanted you to put that first.
"Please understand that if you put yourself in danger, there will always be someone with chest pain."
Yet the lesson is used in the opposite direction.
It's just resentful now that words were being delivered to Master Pride then. Because you understand that, Master Pride is now being run into such outrages. He treats himself coarsely only to torment us who lead us to Lord Pride. And as I aim, Master Style is exposed to agitation,... and I am also pierced with severe pain all over my body.
I can't find a word for her right now... to hang.
Even with the passion in words, I just rejoice.
embarrassing the stupidity of that behavior, and even if I preached it, it still only fuels her behavior. She's scratched, who suffers.... now Master Pride understands it and says,
I don't think anyone cares about you or about you. She's attacking us by pointing that blade at herself, like a curse doll.
Above all the pain in the wound, now she offends us... no, she's been pleasantly remembered to suffer. Every day as it is really, she will be able to continue her self-traumatizing behavior. Many times even when wounds are treated with special abilities. One day,...... it could leave a mark that really can't be erased. If that happens, that position will not only be taken as a royal but also as a woman...... oh... yes, it doesn't matter. Because this one desires ruin.
Whatever words are spoken on this occasion right now, they will surely be converted into pleasure for her. Going forward, I'm sure every time a visitor shows up like this, she waves a blade at herself. Yeah, not anymore, really.
I feel the same way they touched me.
No more.
Master Pride has no more resistance to hurting himself. Now that I can rather hurt myself as a delight, there is only one means… to be left behind. I'm sure the same decision will be made with the doctors, and with Regent Vest, even if I don't suggest it. This is already beyond the scope of education and instruction.
To protect you, Lord Pride, and keep your victims alive.
There is only one way to restrain them and seal their movements.
If the spear tip is someone else, just let them avoid contact. But it's impossible to live without touching yourself… to monitor it.
Master Pride. Keep turning the fact that this is the only way to protect you to a different path, even if your head desperately refuses.
Why should this God, who saved Maria, who was loved and desired by many, be so ugly and changed? I'm not convinced I understand with my head. I am desperate to figure out how to prevent it from being interpreted differently.
My breath clogs, my jaw trembles. The pride shown in front of me only makes me look like a pathetic doll. That man's will is ruin only. So much so that I realized that I should fulfill my wishes on this occasion now with this hand and cut the thread for you.
"... nice.
Suddenly, Lord Pride's eyes were shining again.
A hand stretched out into my hair slowly rose out of my cheek and... fingered my eye area.
its Shizuku, which is intolerable and endlessly overflowing.
Tears touched by Lord Pride hit Pottori and her cheek this time. I wipe the drop myself as I was noticed, and laugh in a pleasantly small voice. That look of innocent laughter is more cruel to me now than anything else. Grief really pushes me like a tsunami at the fact that I've already been to an unreachable place.
"Dear Pride...... You won't get our word anymore...
No more shadows. Only one thing left me with a self-destructive desire to stop my rampant self, and everything was clouded and distorted. She can't even protect herself with reason, not shaken for better or worse by the emotions of others, … I'm sure she can't even keep herself alone.
I guess the next time I see you again, I'll only be able to meet her face to face on the bed like this, more than Master Steele reported.
"I don't care what I complain about.... I'm sure I won't even be able to touch the surface of your mind.
He kept zeroing tears over Master Pride, shook his throat and shouted to the point where he didn't seem to be his own voice. It's like being an old man now.
"But... let me just tell you this.
Trying to touch my tears again with joy, now grab the hand that is stretched out with one hand.
Make her laugh from me this time, transformed completely into something else. When I narrowed my eyes, the tears that accumulated in the eye area for that matter narrowed the place and fell even further. A worn out and fallen large grain falls into Lord Pride's mouth and wipes it from me.
"I was... happy to see you. Whatever lies ahead. Thousands of years later,...... that will not change for the rest of your life.
Master Pride's expression changes to my words besides pleasure.
A strange, if surprising, look. He weakened the hand grabbed by me, and only his eyes were directed at the mouth wiped by me.
"I sincerely thank you. You've left enough behind.... Please, rest for the rest.
I, the great sinner, was rescued by Lord Pride, almost five years.
Really, it was one moment after the moment.
If Master Pride could not stay, he would have ended up in a life where he would just be struck by despair. I'm sure this man left us a fortune for the rest of his life in just ten years.
I finish wiping my mouth and gently stroke my deep red hair. Glossy hair swayed and a few tangled in my fingers.
Love many, and that is why this loved one may remain loved by one and many until the end of time.
To do so, I need to make sure that I don't waste any of what you left behind.
If you bow down, Master Pride will get out of bed. I instructed the guards and told them to temporarily detain me. Master Pride, seized by a guard who moved quickly, was laughed at again, but I could not swing with my back turned.
"You've already... lost sight of what you were ten years ago.
I admired my father, Albert, and was loved by myself alone.
This way, even ten years ago, it's lovely. Hurt yourself and get laughed at....... he doesn't look so pathetic.
I can only forgive you for pulling me out of the darkness in the deepest part of my life that I can only give back in this way.
Collect the two books and head to the door to leave the room. I can't stop crying anymore just because I see that one now in my sight.
Lord Pride is now... even losing his sanity. In this way, even a people-like life will soon be difficult. By the time I get back to the king's house, I'm sure I've already made up my mind... in the upper echelons. And at the same time, brutal judgment won't be too late.
"See you later? Chancellor Gilbert.
"... good night, Master Pride.
One day, even that one will become only a string of history after hundreds of years.
That one, whom I have been left with untold merit and mercy, will also end up in only a few lines in the letters of history.... not even a queen, about a heir to the throne for only ten years, etc.
If I don't just live the last decade that you left me. What Lord Pride left behind for that decade is by no means illusory or meaningless.
Let us mark in the history of this country the truth that Lord Pride does exist in this country as a good princess and has powdered himself for the sake of our people and for the future of the country.
Even if it's not left in the book, I'll tell you the story. The presence of the First Princess, loved by all, dazzling and wonderful, who had only been there for ten years.
A testament to the life of that man for ten years, to the memory of his beloved, to the fact that he loved him, to the immense legacy of his life in the tens of millions of years.
Because that is the way to go from me, who was given the opportunity to live as Chancellor.
"Huh... ………………………….... Thank you, thank you......
With your back hand, close the door.
Trying to tell her now doesn't mean it arrived at her. And the words I want to tell her. I'm just thankful.
Wipe your wet face with your hands and fingers and breathe as you descend the spiral stairs. If I checked my wiped wet hands, her blood was seeping softly.
... If I and that one can change, I want to change.
I don't care how much I suffer. If you can take my place, and when I lose my sanity again, my beloved or my friend. And don't hesitate to take this breath away from those people who are so grateful,... No, this is with Maria.
Do not let others bear sins or burdens on important beings by making them suffer. All I can do is... really just.
"That man's... proof of life.
Only to the people, to the country, to history.
Live for the people, for the royalty, for the country. No matter how hard it waits to tear myself apart beyond this, that's the salvation that God we loved left me and
Keep doing what you've been trying to do for your country.
... severe punishment, because it is.