"His Royal Highness Prince Cedric II!
Cedric quickly looked up at Arthur's voice like he was in a panic and turned around.
Out of the carriage, around Cedric, who was looking around, were guards, and even the knights who were there refrained.
Running over to Cedric and saying, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting," returns Cedric to Arthur, who kneels once and for all.
"I apologize for visiting you so suddenly, Captain Arthur. Actually, I wanted to fold in and ask you a few questions, and I asked here.
Please raise your face, Arthur slowly rises off the spot to match the Cedric you desire.
To yourself, is it...? And to Arthur, who whispered his doubts small, Cedric looked around only a little, and then "if you will, inside," he invited Arthur into the carriage.
It does not belong to the Kingdom of Friesia, it is a carriage of the United Hanazoo kingdom. Arthur got in there prompted, a little nervous about the crest and construction of a different carriage.
After Arthur entered, the door slowly closed as Cedric also boarded the carriage. The inside of the carriage, which had already been closed with curtains from the inside by Cedric's hand, is a little dim. Arthur, slightly nervous and throating in the space alone with the royal family, lurked his voice "so" across the street to Cedric in the seat.
"I apologize for being quick, Your Highness Prince Cedric.... I also know nothing about Master Pride,...
I'm so sorry...... and Arthur, who tells him as he grips his fist on his knees, turned his serious eyes to Cedric. Having only slightly widened his eyes to Arthur's words, Cedric looked back at him as he scratched up his hair.
From Arthur's point of view, Cedric, the king's brother, had only one thing in mind, such as what he wanted to ask himself.
As for Cedric's postponement of his stay in the Kingdom of Friesia, Roderick, the head of the Knights, had already informed the entire Knights, and about two weeks earlier Cedric himself had visited the Knights and the Knights' Exercise Grounds.
Arthur thought Cedric was worried about his pride and staying longer, and he presumed he would have come to talk to himself, a Kingsguard knight, because he wouldn't hear too many rumors this time around.
Silently to Arthur, who spoke out, Cedric held his temples at his fingertips as he thought.
"As I'm sure you know, now that the Kingsguard Knight is suspended.... I, like the other knights, can't get any information at all. The last time Dear Pride...... on the contrary, it was more than a month ago that I met the royalty.
With that said, I narrowed my eyes slightly to recall a distant day.
Style and I even met regularly. Now I'm out of communication. Since I made up my mind, it was the status quo that I still couldn't even get pride contacts instead of doing it. Plus I don't even know where Pride is right now.
"Rumor has it, I heard it was moved to the tower of separation.... but whether that's even true or not for me, who is a knight"
"It's a fact.... Pride was placed under house arrest in a remote tower and is now" in custody "
Eh... and Arthur didn't say a word.
Reflecting Cedric with his open eyes, his mouth, which was puckered and open, had not even formed words, but his expression was obviously asking what it meant.
"... entrusted to me by Prince Steele. He asked me to tell Captain Arthur confidentially, on condition that I also tell him.
I still can't believe it either, to Arthur, who can't hide his upset with words. Cedric slowly continued his words.
"About a month from now, according to the story, Pride moved to the tower of separation because of the harm done to the delivery man. Yesterday, he suddenly pointed a blade at himself.
Arthur leaks his voice unexpectedly to Cedric, who sums up the main points as much as possible and tells the content first. "Delivery………… to myself……………", Cedric nodded slowly to Arthur, who repeated the words in an incredible way.
"Luckily for the delivery guy, he hasn't been hurt, and now he hasn't heard from Prince Stayle since he missed it. Pride said he still has a wound on his arm, but it's also going to disappear with treatment.... However, she was diagnosed with" illness "by a doctor and judged by her superiors due to the fact that she was found to be self-injurious in line with her words and actions in this short period of time.
"No………………………………"
Unexpectedly denies Cedric's words and raises his voice.
I enjoyed the momentum and the likelihood of getting up from the spot, where I put my strength on my feet. He hesitated to speak any further, "Excuse me," he muttered small and sat still. I lean over and stare at my fist.
There is no way that pride, which I touched to heal the disease and showed no effect at all, is the disease. There's no way Cedric doesn't know about Gilbert or Style, the upper echelons, even if he doesn't. Still, I had to diagnose it as a disease.... That's all I had. I immediately understood with a critical, chilled head.
Even if pride is not ill, there are only a few ways to stop it if it means self-inflicting injury.
To Arthur, who forced his mouth to squeeze and shut it, Cedric stared at its face from the front. I was a little more stunned than I had seen before and had a neat bear under my eyes. He didn't have a face as earthy as Stayle's, but he wasn't a flattering face or a face that could be described as having a good blood color. The only thing that only pale eyes did not cloud and was as clear as ever was salvation for Cedric.
But now to Arthur, who distorted his face and wrinkled between his eyebrows in agony, Cedric hesitated for a few words to say after this, exhaling quietly once. Then I breathed up new air, and then I hung up the words "Captain Arthur" so that I was ready.
"... it's a message from Prince Stayle.
Arthur raised his face to the lowered Cedric voice, as calm as possible.
That's right, Style! and the first question is only Arthur's head. Style who never shows up in front of herself since she came to pre tell her of the suspension of the Kingsguard knight. Again, why did you come all the way over Cedric without showing up to you as usual? Most importantly, I've always been concerned about the sudden miscommunication as well. I was wondering about Pride and, above all, its suspects, the Radiyan Empire and the truth, but I was getting worried about Pride as well as Style for too long.
Cedric moved his teasing mouth to make sure Arthur's consciousness was right for him. To tell Arthur, word for word, as promised to Style.
"" I can't be beside you anymore. I'm sorry I missed my promise.... that I don't have a face to meet you.
"............ what?
With his eyes open, a low voice leaked unexpectedly to his brother Wang.
To Arthur, who solidifies his open mouth without saying anything more, Cedric wondered if he was shocked and speechless.
but immediately understand that it is not. Earlier, Arthur exposed his confusion.
"... Seriously, you say something n... he.
Because it was stained with too obvious anger.
My pale, clear eyes dyed red with anger until just now twitching. Furthermore, there was an incredible hegemony overflowing from him earlier. The language was also slightly different from what could be directed at him, and Cedric felt like he would be slaughtered and killed on this occasion.
Feeling the blood draw away from itself, don't let Arthur irritate you any more. "Yes, word for word. It's not the same. I swear so on my life," he told me, more than twice as hectic in the carriage.
A horse connected to the carriage screamed in such a tremendous hegemony. Even the knights and guards outside the carriage called out, so Cedric shouted out in a panic, "Nothing." If I could open the door on this occasion now, it would have also shown Cedric as threatened by Arthur.
"Aitsu... again... sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
Arthur, who rounded his back to indulge in something and leaked his words like a pompous and solitary, seemed to have forgotten Cedric's very existence.
From the middle of nowhere to the tongue beating I could not imagine from him normally, I couldn't stand Cedric calling out with a lurking voice "Captain Arthur".
Arthur, who shook his shoulders piquely at Cedric's call, stretches his rounded back around. And he turned his sharp eyes to Cedric, which he didn't think was directed at the royal family. Called back "His Royal Highness Prince Cedric II," Cedric, who rang his throat, turned his eyes round and waited for the next word.
"Thank you for the message. If I see Mr. Stayle next time, he'll say," What kind of flirting is good, so just come on over. "... Tell him, can you...?
I'm sorry to ask His Royal Highness Brother Wang to do this, but now it's time for Arthur, who releases with a half-threatening mouth, to have his eyes glittered.
Cedric nodded many times with a blue face to Arthur, speaking politely besides the words he had on the style: "One word, one sentence, no different...!" I returned it. I was surprised at the slight change of attitude towards myself and towards the leopard, but more than that, I was surprised by the way in which he spoke, which I did not think was the word addressed to Style, the first prince of the kingdom of Friesia, and its contents. We even looked close in front of ourselves, but the way we talked now seemed more like Arthur was in a better position than Style.
Keep waiting silently for Arthur, who exhales long enough to desperately calm himself as he is. After about three minutes, Arthur, who finally got the heat out of his head, went back to Cedric and bowed his head deeply, "... excuse me," he said.
"... Um... His Royal Highness Prince Cedric.... May I ask...?
Cedric asks me to lift my head, and then I cage my mouth in embarrassment at the way I messed up earlier. Cedric urged the words, "Go ahead," a little relieved by how that Arthur was doing.
"... Style, Dear.... and Dear Tiara and Chancellor Gilbert...... What is the state...?
Cedric also skewed his face to Arthur, who hit and changed and looked worried.
While choosing the word "good luck", Jill Vail explained exactly what she hadn't seen here recently, that Tiara didn't come out of the room, and that she was still looking at the style earlier. Arthur could easily have imagined the state in which Tiara would be stuck in the room and even the style would obviously be mentally stranded from earlier stories of pride.
I had to give a diagnosis that Pride was ill, and even saw Pride trying to harm the Val and the others, and I think I must have seen Pride's wounded appearance with that eye when it came to his self-inflicted behavior. Even myself, I could imagine how hard the style was being driven into a position if they did that within a time I wasn't ready yet. But...
"I can't be beside you anymore. I'm sorry I missed my promise.... I don't have a face to meet you '
Gummy. Arthur punched himself in the thigh wrapped in armor as much as he could.
A shitty noise sounded and Cedric accidentally made his body jump this time. At the same time, the outside escorts call out again, saying it's okay. In the meantime, Arthur also cared about the frustration he remembered and about them, and his stomach swayed with grass.
Pride injures and restraints himself. Above all, the fact that I still couldn't process it in my brain was unrealistic and remained unacceptably drooling. However, if you imagine Pride hurting your body and dyeing red before swallowing it and even depriving you of your freedom of hands and feet and tying you to bed while you're doing this now, you run a severe pain so that your heart is squeezed.
Driven by the urge to shout out unexpectedly on this occasion, I chewed it off without stopping if I bit it in my mouth, and the taste of blood spread. He wants to see Pride, he wants to go to the Tower of Away now. Desperately holding back the impulse in himself with reason, Arthur consciously inhaled and exhaled again and again to make the pace of his breathing any more absurd.
"... from me too,... would you mind?
Cedric slowly opened his mouth as he quietly asked about Arthur's wild complexion on the inside.
"Go ahead," Arthur answered Cedric, holding his fist, exhaling at once in an attempt to distract him.
"... this is only my reckoning. It's not even a guess. It's just an imagination. However, based on that, I would like to hear your opinion.
Arthur unexpectedly frowns at Cedric, who still talks a little hesitantly about saying it.
I can't imagine what the hell it is, but if it's about Pride or the Styles, I sincerely thought I'd like some information, whether it's speculation or imagination.
Cedric swallowed his mouth only once, as he had decided to do, shaking its burning eyes straight towards Arthur and releasing them.
"Didn't Pride... predict that he would be like this...?
Picun, and. Shortly after his shoulders wobbled, Arthur's eyes opened to their limits. I purposefully... and my whole body grew gross, stretching my whole body to Cedric's words.
"I'm sorry to say something weird," he apologized to the reaction from Arthur, but Cedric continued his words.
"We know that Pride is a special ability man of prediction. If so, it's not strange that I predicted the future beforehand."
"Why.... did His Highness Cedric think so..."
Unbelievable, Arthur overlaps words before he finishes listening to them to the end.
No way, I never thought that a person with the same idea as myself would… know the same thing as me. Cedric stopped the words once and bit his lips once, to Arthur's inquiry, which seemed to dampen his voice, which seemed desperate to rise.
"... 'Even after I'm gone,... because Chancellor Gilbert will always protect the country and the people'... at Tiara's Birthday, and that's what she said.
Huh...? and momentum disappears from Arthur.
Suddenly he squeezed the group clothes in the heart area with the shock as if he had been shot with an arrow and the disgust with which the heart pulsed. Arthur, whose expression hardens, still leaked his head unacceptably, "I'm stuck... when is that..." Cedric dared not answer that. Ask Arthur to overlap the following words instead:
"Besides, Prince Leon did tell you about the dance party... 'Seems like he thinks it's just this time'.
Arthur takes his breath in Cedric's words.
If I searched the words for memories, they did exist. It was after the dance party, when I was bickering with the Knights in Leon. Arthur nodded before responding with words that it was true that Leon was speaking exactly as Cedric had said at that time. But it's also too much to wonder why Cedric, who wasn't there, knows that. I couldn't imagine a source at all for Arthur, who didn't know Cedric's lip reading.
"Nor do I know why Prince Leon thought so. It's just... I doubt she was the only dance party that ended up so successful this time. It's as if he knew he couldn't get himself involved anymore.
Arthur rattles his throat at at Cedric's quietly convoluted reasoning.
At the same time, they do, and they swallow the word together.
"What's more, the words I told you earlier to Chancellor Gilbert.... can also be read as if I had foreseen the end.
Arthur now understands whether it was a word for Chancellor Gilbert. Then again, why did Prince Cedric say something to his throat... and he stopped.
"Ten years that pride was a good princess. … If she knew the end of it, could she be convinced?
Of course, it's all just my delusion...... and Arthur dropped his gaze without words to Cedric, who seemed bitterly closing at the end. He let go of his hand, which was grasping his team uniform, and put his strength into his hand, which he placed on his knees to hold down his trembling body. silent, Cedric spun the words "... sorry, paranoia has passed" as he pulled himself back even while he was lost
"... I think I knew,... … for at least, seven years….
Pompous, Cedric breathed into that confession, which was spoken small.
Arthur nodded small as he leaned down to Cedric, who opened his eyes and raised his voice "Seven Years…" slightly. Arthur spoke briefly in a voice that seemed to disappear after confirming that the conversation at the time, which was too irreplaceable and important for him, was still being spoken.
"I can't go into details. However, Master Pride seemed to know that you would already... change and become... seven years ago...
I don't want to say what words were entrusted to me then, either.
It was just a small guess for me, too. Besides, I thought I had to give it back from myself to Cedric, who confirmed it.
With his mouth open to Arthur's words in Russia, his open eyes could not blink one. I didn't even see Cedric until I thought my guess could be determined here. I refused to go into detail, and I couldn't ask Arthur any more, and after a few dozen seconds of silence I squeeze just one small "Really..." out of the back of my throat.
Arthur turned to Cedric so that he could only peek into his eyes as he leaned down, and found that his eyes gradually swayed without force. He didn't make it unnaturally slight with words, only his lips were ruggedly distorted with a sunken expression. Arthur lurked his own breath in that appearance that seemed to conceive of something or distressed, staring at both hands on his knees and holding his fist.
... I knew you knew...
Without confirming his name, Arthur even pushed him to the back of his chest to kill him for that emotion and desire that he was already ready for.
Now I knew better than anyone that if I put that on the table, it would be irrevocable.
Cedric's head sank quietly over time, with enough silence flowing to clear his ears to the sound outside. Cedric's hands tremble slightly as he holds his head with each hair and leans over so much that he can't see his face. I realized that Arthur was terrified "His Royal Highness Prince Cedric......?" He called out.
"Huh... I'm sorry. For the most part, I have received your time......... Thank you.
Ha, and raised his face Cedric repeatedly blinked as he woke up, laughing powerlessly at the end.
To Cedric, who laughs so sadly, that's all Arthur gets his chest squeezed. Knocked on the door and forced the guards outside to open it, Cedric urged Arthur out.
"... it's good to talk to you, Captain Arthur. Also, thank you for any folds.
Cedric's expression, laughing softly as he spoke, was pictured in a painful distortion in Arthur's eyes as the fixture was tense, causing him chest pain again. Thank you very much for this one, returning the words and exchanging hands. Arthur dropped off Cedric, who went straight back to the carriage with his escort until he couldn't hear his hooves.
One more person said they were ready to part with their pride.
... quietly alone, enlightened.