"Ah...... Yeah, an accident? I predicted it right then.
...?... What, this...... this, the voice...
"Prediction and..." I mean, Her Majesty knew everything at that time... then why put the advance troops on a cliff without giving an order to withdraw... "
A voice I know and a voice I know speaks. One is my voice.
The woman's voice sounds so nostalgic and delightful. Now,............ abhorrent above all........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
... Woohoo, yeah... I remember.
How could I forget? I've never forgotten a moment before.
This woman took my father... seven years ago.
"'Cause that ambusher... my soldier, that is, he poked at me? I can't forgive you. That's why I had him die a long time before the cliff collapsed. If you give a retreat order, you might even survive an ambush.
The intent to kill has frozen me.
Knowing or not the intent to kill pushing him inwardly, desperately unaccounted for, the queen shouted up to laughter.
Why do you say it's so easy to say? The fact that he killed my father while predicting the recruits and knights of the day.
Excellent opportunity obtained during the absence of the Style Regent. If you think you've become the Knights Commander and finally heard the truth about my father.
This woman even said away like a laugh.
Don't be ridiculous...
With so many dead, abandoning my father, the true meaning of the words hung at that time was not a mistake.
This woman said "I'm sorry" to me seven years ago because she predicted my father's death. Besides, she doesn't even remember me as I stood so close. On the contrary, I don't even realize I'm Roderick Beresford's son, whether I see this figure that made me look like my father or mumble this name. Oh, no, you're not! This woman doesn't even remember my father...
I won't forgive you.
"Huh... Huh?"
Attach the hands behind you to your lower back sword quietly and without sound. The queen was still laughing like she didn't notice at all.
Now it is better to pull out the sword on this occasion.
I'm the only one who's guarding the Knights. The other knights and guards are now outside the door. I don't have to worry about being stopped now. Just talk about if you don't snap that neck before they call for help.
It's only natural for a woman like this to die.
"Speaking of which, I think they've asked me something similar lately. Wow... ahahaha! What? Why do you care about such a long time ago now?
I decided seven years ago that I would always tell this woman the truth, and if what I think is true, even if I were to stand on the headstand, I would take revenge on my father.
Finally, the time has come... I can finally hear it. It finally arrived. I don't care what happens to me if I kill him in this place.
Knights, please.
"Uh-uh..."
Harrison Knights Commander...... ugh.
The word, which suddenly passed, was strongly stretched by the hand that was now about to pull out its sword.
Now, if I kill the queen on this occasion, I clear my grudges.
But what happens to the Knights? Recruits, many knights support and rely on me. If you can't kill the queen here, in case you screw up, I'm guilty of the Knights, and not only I, but all the Knights will punish you... not so much, the Knights themselves will be dismantled at the hands of the queen and everyone will be killed...
Even if I could kill the Queen...,... I don't mind being executed for treason alone. But what happens to the knights? If I get my hands dirty, all the knights, knights and recruits who aren't just me could be hung up as rebels......
My father, the Knights I loved.
The Knights Clark kept protecting me on behalf of my father.
The Knights, entrusted by the Knights Commander Harrison...
Are you saying that I will be sacrificed solely for my own vengeance?
There's no way Clark would be happy with the Knights of Harrison. It's not about being allowed to soak up the Knights that the Historical Knights have defended in my charge.
Even Clark had the chance to kill the queen who mocked his father's death... no! That's simply because he didn't know the truth, Clark, because if he found out he killed my father, he'd do the same thing.
............... Did you?... by Clark.
There's no way I would.
There's no way Clark would do anything Ng about rebuilding the Knights that my father proudly loved from seven years ago.
Then the Knights of Harrison must be unforgivable to him...
Knights, please.
That's why he entrusted it to me.
The Knights. All this time, he bought a hater to keep the queen from crushing the knights, whether they were afraid or neglected by the knights.
You've been entrusted, you've been entrusted, and you're gonna crush it.
I saw and killed my father, so I avenged him, and so on... I don't know if I will brand the rebels who killed the queen or if the knights are willing to revolutionize the knights, even though they have lightly surpassed the dead knights of the last seven years! In spite of this, at my own discretion, I am the Knights Commander, and this is my father's son, and this is me.
"Hey?... why are you asking such a boring thing?
I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you. I wish I could make him regret not remembering my face, but... I'm...
Knights, please.
"Whoops......,...... eh.... No. It's no big deal.... I'm very sorry for your loss.
Keep your head down to the queen and get your words in order.
Turn the hand attached to the sword behind your back again and assemble. I grabbed the armor of my hand all smashed, and if I could help myself, the pikiri and armor screamed more.
Bite through his mouth and he chewed it off easily, and the blood filled his mouth. If I ate and tied my teeth without enough, now my back teeth were shattered. "Phew," the boring and grunting queen had abandoned her interest in me as she was already tired of playing with her hair again.
... the last seven years, when I'm relative to the queen I've waited so long for.
Hearing the truth out to this woman and avenging her was why she became my knight. I thought I was the knight my father wanted, but if I realized it, I would imitate my father and become the most ashamed, hate-imprisoned masochist. But I'm the only one ashamed of continuing to imitate my father, the only way to live as a knight full of falsehood,... is left to me now.
... throw away this uniform and your position as a Knight Commander, and then throw yourself into revenge?
That doesn't bother the Knights either.
I die merely as a vengeful ghost and as an individual once I have tried to avenge myself. Not even a knight, not even my father's,... as an empty idol.
Knights, please.
Oh... no. There is no way I can abandon the Knights entrusted to Captain Harrison.
Isn't it really what my father and Clark want from me that my father loved and that Clark defended and connected the Knights?
My father is gone. Even though it's because you killed the queen, there's no way you're coming back. More than that, my father left the Knights behind. I.......................................................
What am I...?
Why did you become a knight until you made me look like my father?
To be my father's idol? Not for the country, not for the people, not for the knights, I went for the knight only to avenge the truth and my father seven years ago. No pride, no ideals, nothing. I have lived only to kill this woman. But why, why can't I kill you?
"Thank you for waiting, Your Majesty.... As I said, I came clean up.
"You were late, Stayle.... Well, that's enough, Knights Leader.
The Style Regent was returned.... What a creepy man. I think so every time I see that face again and again.
The dead eyes in the back of the glasses are all fixed and applied. It was the look that didn't wrinkle my clothes, but the smell of blood was obviously stained from all over my body. I don't know what the hell you've been up to now,... but this dude who doesn't know what to do is guilty of the same crime as the Queen again. I will never forget that seven years ago I was behind the footage with the Queen.... right now, but if you wave your sword in this place.
"Thank you, Commander of the Knights. Please step back.
Words are also received again from the Style Regent, and I just shut up and thank him back.
... I still feel bad just looking at that face. He's like a man who locked only resentment in a doll.
Open the door yourself and leave the room.
Greet the guards with the knights who escort them outside the room and walk down the hallway. With the exception of the window, it was raining. But... I don't feel like waiting for it to stop.
... Father.... What have I lived for?
Walk, even through the building.
... Father. Why did you have to die like that?
Walk. Down the stairs, down to the bottom.
Father, why am I...? … couldn't you do anything…………
Walk. Stay in its footsteps and proceed in the rain, no matter.
Father... why did I leave without doing anything to avenge your hatred?
Walk... I can't. My legs, they stop.
My emotions wrapped around me like lead and took away my physical freedom when I said I had to go back to the Knights Exercise Ground.
The more I think about it, the more I ask my father, the more turbid my emotions are.
I know by my head, that I shouldn't think about revenge or anything anymore. He said I should live for what I'm gaining more than what I've lost. As a knight, that's right. My father, Clark, and the Knights of Harrison want it.
……………… hate.
I really can't escape this hatred.
That woman who killed my father and many recruits and knights.
The self of the past who could do nothing and could only see.
That incident that left the Knights with the greatest scratch, which I have been in captivity for seven years... the woman I spoke with pleasure
I couldn't even name myself Roderick's son, instead of clearing my grudge against the queen who was my father's enemy.
Hate, hate, frustrate......
"... eh... eh... eh... eh... eh.
Nothing, I couldn't...
Father, I'm sorry. I... didn't get anything done...
If I take your revenge, I will scold your beloved Knights.
If you try to protect the Knights,... all you can do is drool this over that hateful queen.
You said you got this far because of it, but... nothing. Without being able to do anything, I can only mourn.
In the end, all I could do was live as a disgrace to you until the end. I let you down and... even if I died, I could only be a knight to your name... eh.
"Eh... eh... eh, eh... eh.
I get wet in the rain, my short hair that resembles my father gets wet, and my group clothes suck water and get heavy.
Tells hair, tells forehead, tells cheeks,... seeps vision. I don't even know if it's the tears that block my sight. Groaning, he covers his eyes to grab his face with his palms, and Shizuku endlessly overflows from between his fingers.
I wonder what I've lived for.
For my father's sake, I could not even stand up to him, hoping for vengeance.
Didn't you just use your father as an excuse to keep the Knights alive?
He made me look like my father, behaved like my father, and became a knight in emptiness, … fulfilling nothing. I was imprisoned myself by the Knights, who were only in the process.
He became the ghost of his father seven years ago.
With this face similar to my father's, I continued to live the way my father was ashamed of me, to kill himself,... in the end... nothing, could be fulfilled...
I, …… I, ha.
For what?
"... Captain Arthur Knights. Huh...?
........................ She, ha.
……
"Captain Arthur! Excuse me while I rest!
……⁇
Tonton, and to the words hung after being knocked on the door, Arthur woke himself out of bed in armor.
If I scratched my head and blurred, my vision would have seeped in. But I don't know why. I rubbed my eyes and twisted one of my necks thinking that I had had bad dreams.
"Captain Arthur, may I have a moment?"
As he fell asleep with his hair bracketed, Arthur replied to the call while retying his slightly disturbed head.
The rest time is also Arthur, who often does voluntary exercises and matches with other knights, but recently he had more breaks in his room. Because I can hardly sleep at night because of my pride, I can hardly sleep or rest my body in the exercise.
More so because Mr. Harrison told me...
I consciously tried to eat and rest from the day Harrison, who had breakfast with me, told me I wasn't "self-managing enough".
It was also a shock to me and Arthur that Harrison, perhaps the most self-managed clutter within the Knights, pointed it out.
I walked over to the door and opened it and the recruit was there. They rushed in. He bowed his head to Arthur, slightly disturbed by his breath. Sorry during the break, he apologized again, and Arthur urged the recruit to require it while returning words to it.
"You can see His Royal Highness Prince Cedric II, King's brother of the United Kingdom of Hanazoo!
"Prince Cedric......?
Arthur turned his eyes round to unexpected visitors.
Why did Prince Cedric think of himself, but the recruits didn't know about it? Okay, tell him thank you, and Arthur weaves a pair of uniforms that were hanging on the back of his chair. Keeping the door closed with his back hand, he rushed out at once in the direction in which the carriage was parked.