A few minutes ago.
"… Now we move on to horse training. Please move to your next training location in fifteen minutes.
The knights of the Eighth Squad gave a voice at the same time to Arthur, who separated himself from the exercise and turned the next instruction.
Then the knights, who had aligned themselves at the next moment, scatter if they wanted to issue a decree of dissolution. Each of them will have a short break or someone who has already started moving in preparation for the next exercise. However, the Eighth Squad is not like the other Squads. There is no bickering between the crew at all.
Arthur exhales small as he looks down on their backs. Harrison, the deputy captain who stayed until a few seconds ago, is not already on his way to the next move at the same time as the decree.
Once we looked around, the recruits were already rushing in to start cleaning up their equipment and exercise areas. "Excuse me!" When I was called out and thought I'd help myself because I could afford a little until the next exercise
"Shh, shh, shh, shh."
... An incredible scream was unleashed in the voice of an incredible opponent.
Reflectively looking back, Arthur rounds his eyes. An opponent appeared out of the shadows who was not supposed to abandon himself in public, let alone raise such a loud voice.
"Dear Steirloo………………………"
In front of recruits and other knights, I managed to fix it, but above all, I can't hide my surprise.
I hadn't measured contact from myself for nearly two months, because all of a sudden, and even more so, the style appeared in public. The recruits panicked and noticed, kneeling. The knights, who were relatively familiar with the style, also asked how they were doing by leaking their voice "Dear Steel………". But Stayle ran straight out as if Arthur was the only one I could see, and grabbed both of those shoulders with the momentum of bumping into each body.
Gash, grab on hard. Surprised. Not much Arthur leaks his voice. There were a bunch of things I wanted to say, but now I'm more than ever confused by the abnormality of the style. "Dear Stayle, what the hell..." he manages to put into words, while at the same time Stayle releases the word "Arthur".
If Arthur shut his mouth to hear Style's words first, the hand of Style grabbing his shoulder shook out. I ate my teeth, tied them up, and there was an incredibly wide open eye from behind my glasses. Once he meets Arthur's pale eyes, next he leans down to divert. I squeezed the loose voice out of my eaten and tied teeth as it was.
"Huh... help me, give me..."
Gu, more strength was put into the hand that grabbed him, and the fingers of the style that stood the nail on the armor over the team uniform hurt more.
To the weak voice and words of the style, Arthur opened his eyes to the limit. "I'm sorry, there's already... time..." Arthur grabbed back at his arm grabbing himself in a grunting style.
Strong and powerful, the stile's shoulders rise and fall. I accidentally raised my face and as I turned to Arthur in front of me, he grabbed every jaw's face as soon as I could. All of a sudden, without question, Arthur forces his face straight to his own.
"... what a face.
Stayle takes a breath to Arthur, who distorts his face like he sees something that looks too painful.
As Arthur took his hand off Style's face, not waiting to hear back, he turned to the knight who was watching how they were doing and opened his mouth.
"Somebody give a message to the Knights Commander and Mr. Harrison..."
"What a captain.
Arthur turns his back and raises his voice at Harrison all of a sudden.
Harrison, who should not have been here earlier, had come to the end of his eyes and nose. Arthur turns to Harrison again with the discernment that he must have been watching this one somewhere.
"Excuse me, I can get out of this in a hurry! Representation would be appreciated. And give the Knights Commander a report to that effect!
Harrison compared him to Arthur, who told him quickly, with a short answer, "I understand," and the style right next to him. Style also returns a short word to Harrison, who greets him late with a peel at the same time as he meets his eyes. In the meantime, Arthur took off his uniform while connecting with "Take it…". There was no time, and when I wrapped it up in small pieces, I randomly entrusted it to Harrison to push it.
"Please keep this.
Please, to Arthur, who says so strongly, Harrison raised his eyebrows a little. But I immediately say, "Okay," and back off the spot.
I bow my head again to Harrison. Arthur whispered, "Let's go," and he pulled Steele's arm out without waiting for a reply. I ran through to a place where the knights weren't there to avoid using instant travel in public, and then shortly after I breathed, I said, "Say it briefly!," he yelled at Style.
"Sister... Shit... I ran away from the tower away... I run away again, again and again... I'm no match for a guard, I'm in contact with Adam like this, I can't stop that guy anymore..."
With a rugged face, Style desperately lined up words that seemed to rupture.
Arthur swallowed without a single letter the words of Style, who barely breathed out into the impending situation. I can't figure it all out. But I only knew exactly what I was supposed to do. Grab Steele's arm and "Okay," he shouts out to him.
"Take him. When you're done with N, you'll be stuck tonight! Come with me, let's talk about it.
With the momentum to kill him, he stabbed Steele with words and yelled at him to threaten to "fly away" before he nodded. "Oh..." and after distorting his face painfully, Style moves instantly without even finding words.
It was decided from the beginning, without knowing his readiness.
……
"Mother, this is my responsibility. I gave Captain Arthur instructions to do so."
Throne room.
Style stepped forward to shelter Arthur, who knelt before Rosa on official business.
Assault on First Princess Pride Royal Ivy. In addition, Arthur, who visited Wangju with his guards, was summoned to the front of Rosa, who received the news as it was.
Style and Vest found out about it in a report from a correspondent, even though it didn't show up in the footage. In addition, Gilbert, who received the report, and Albert, the king and his wife, had also gathered together for Rosa.
Listening to Style's defense, Rosa asked Arthur, "Is that true?" with a neat look. I've already heard the details from the guards and Vest, but I can't even overhear what Style, the first prince, said.
"No, Master Style only instructed me to stop Master Pride. It was your own will that caused the injury.
Style yelled "Arthur" unexpectedly at Arthur, who said straight away and fearlessly. Speaking of my instructions now, at least I thought I might have been spared a felony.
But Rosa tilted her neck gently to Arthur, who looked straight up at herself without even looking at the style. The verdict was already on my mind, but I'll ask Arthur one more word before that.
"Why did you do that?
…… ... Now I've decided that's the only way to stop Master Pride in that state for a while. That one is... very strong.
Rosa nodded quietly to Arthur, who now tells him to pick a few words.
Really? I order the guards who withheld to Arthur's side just for their graceful behavior while giving it back.
"... Knight, Arthur Beresford. In this case, we have this fallout. Your disposition is" pending. "No need to say anything else about this matter. … and…… from here is a personal question from me.
"Personally… Arthur blinked wonderfully at the words, honking his throat.
I was far more generous about my disposition than I expected. Wait for Rosa, who cut the word, as she stiffens herself to something the hell up and more nervousness than earlier.
Then she exhaled deeply once and then shadowed her earlier neat face with a little sadness. He then slowly turns his golden shaken eyes toward Arthur and tells him off.
"Can't that determination... change?
Pickup......,.
Arthur's eyes opened like beasts. Take a breath, raise your shoulders so that your whole body is furrowed and strengthens all your muscles.
As Rosa's words don't make sense, the Stales reveal a strange look, but Arthur was the only one who reacted completely differently. Keeping his body terribly strong, he moved his mouth clearly "yes" after a few dozen seconds of silence.
"I've made up my mind....... sorry.
Tell him so, and Rosa covered her eyes with one hand to Arthur, who lowered her head deeply with both knees on her knees. "Again, is it......" one mutters, slowly lowering her hand. "That's right......" he muttered pitifully again, keeping his laying eyes down. Looking straight up at Rosa's expression unchanged, Arthur was clearly pointing his will at her.
"... then that's all I can give you right now...
To put it so small, Rosa slowly rose from the throne.
He stretched out beautifully so as to lose his posture, and straightened out Arthur. Arthur raises his jaw further to Rosa, who looks down from a higher position than the throne.
"I will revisit the earlier disposition, Arthur Beresford.
Cold as ice, Arthur takes his breath in the low woman's voice color.
Style and Jilbel also took the word for redemption. Until earlier, the two men, who had stroked their chests down not less than for being held on hold, drove their throats up in an instant.
"Due to her negligence towards the First Princess of our country, Pride Royal Ivy, she temporarily stripped the Knight Captain as well as the Knight title. And I order you to be discreet indefinitely.
That voice echoing throughout the hall was strongly unleashed just to say that he was no longer willing to change.
Just not to admit any more refusals or defenses. Rosa hung her words to Arthur, "That's the verdict, leave," and forced the guard to open the door.
Without saying anything, Arthur, who looks a little confused, stands up prompted by the guards. And I bowed my head in turn to everyone on the spot without objection. Rosa's words continued as she turned her back and noticed "but" when she put her legs forward to leave.
Turn around again, face Rosa and correct her posture and she would have already hung herself on the throne.
"... thank you for stopping this commotion. Only that sword, let's admit to possession unchanged.
It was the expression that was directed at him that remained rigorously organized, whose voice was called more graciously than earlier.
When Arthur unconsciously pressed his hips sword, he saw it to confirm. He tied his mouth hard and lowered his head deep in silence at the end. And this time, Arthur walked away from the throne room.
And I no longer looked back.