"... Finally... Dear Pride, Shiatsu...
Ha......, and Arthur leans against the tree as he lets his breath out loud again.
Looking up at the sky, the night was brilliantly late. The sun set, clouds covered the moon and it was so cloudy that I couldn't even see the stars.
From the early morning, Pride gauged his escape when he woke up again and again.
Sometimes for Pride, who found Arthur more certain to obstruct his escape, he couldn't afford it all at once. Originally, I thought there would be many opportunities as long as I was powerless about the style.
As a result, Pride broke out of the tower of separation so often that it was not comparable to when he was in the Stale, fleeing Arthur so many times that he had no choice but to aim for his health defeat. I also read that if it was time for sleep, special abilities would force me into sleep, but that serious Arthur would drain extra strength in a short sleep to keep an eye on himself at night.
"That guy...,... sword is strong after all.
After Arthur understood that he was seriously coming to stop himself, Pride took it once from the guard who had the sword.
Arthur the boulder also struggled with an unparalleled strength when he held the spear, and managed to win, but then told the guard that he wanted the weapon he held as much as possible to avoid the sword. They also saw the awesomeness of Pride's swordsmanship before they all unified their weapons into spears or big guns.
Hande and fatigue colors are different in Pride than Arthur, who adds some palm to his pride, and in Pride, which he is serious about. Arthur thinks it would have been easier to defend the battle that he was willing to kill all of us. Besides, if he creates a gap, Pride also tries to stick the blade up to himself.
To tell the truth, I don't want Pride to get hurt again. On the way in, I rushed in myself before the guards took my weapons and brought them to an early resolution as well.
The guard finally took a breather when he heard that Pride should be asleep by now, but he also realized that he had become more tired than expected since the first day.
None of the guards looked bad against him for violating the transcendental act. There were a few who were slightly afraid, but there were many who spoke to Arthur without even cooperating, because only his de facto acquiescence had been granted by the royal family. Thus Arthur leaned back against the tree, in perfect condition for his captivity, neither trying to blame nor capture him.
Sleep by special abilities lasted about a few hours, the guard told him. But not necessarily if the pride that happened along the way doesn't escape again in the middle of the night. Arthur thought we'd just sleep a couple of hours while we're at it.
"Arthur."
Suddenly, a familiar voice was called.
Pickle, Arthur looks up, wondering if he's hallucinating. No way, that made me sweat cold and overflowed from all over my body. My heart beat terribly, pulsating to the hand that held my sword reflexively.
Arthur, whose earlier tiredness jumped up like a lie, dished his eyes ahead of his voice and suspected. Even while I'm confused this way, it's Stasta and the light footsteps that make me walk over.
"Captain Column, Lieutenant Eric..."
Nah... no, no, this is no way to get me. Surprisingly, Arthur, who wolves without even knowing if he should lay his sword or unwrap it, single-handedly voiced the bags so that Eric could de-alert him.
Eric's soft grin and Arthur's alertness twitch from the column to a voice that worries him, "You're not pale," he said.
"We're here with your permission.
To Eric, who clearly says so, Arthur, on the contrary, becomes obscure.
I immediately denied it after thinking for a moment what kind of operation……………… while leaking my voice. I don't think anyone else Eric and Column would do that.
To the blinding Arthur, he now waves his hand down and gives instructions as the column walks over, "It's good to sit down, I guess I'm tired".
Arthur, told by the column and sitting down to kneel down on the spot very slowly, his eyes remained on the plate. I open my mouth slightly wondering if I'm even dreaming about it. While doing so, the column that came before Arthur measured Arthur's heat and pulse with his bare hands said, "You have no problem with your health. Are you hurt? Did you get a meal," he asked again.
"No, no injuries at all. The belly......... Then why are you two here...?
To Arthur, who asks with an indescribable look, Eric offers the bread, fruit and water he brings. "Because it doesn't contain poison or anything," he urged Arthur to eat while eating small pieces of bread in front of him and showing them.
I don't know why, but Arthur thanked and bit the bread just because he couldn't help but be sure the two of them weren't the kind to poison themselves.
He barely drank or ate, keeping an eye on his pride early in the morning. It wasn't until quite some time later that I reflected that we should bring proper food. Along the way, Marie and Lotte, exclusive samurai of Sneak Pride, offered us bread and water, but it wasn't enough for him to keep him nervous almost all the time, capture and hold Pride, and repeatedly carry him to the top floor of the tower.
I was hungry, as I remembered, just a little bit of crouched bread in my stomach, and Arthur ate bread with a few bites larger than two hands.
"Master Stayle talked to me. … provided that Lord Pride is in this tower. And it just means I'm protecting you from escape.
Nothing else has been heard. and the column lurked his voice as he recommended water to Arthur, who was about to clog his throat.
Arthur managed to swallow it instead as the style nearly erupted a sip of water. Go-ho, go-ho, coughing and squeezing out, "What the..." The column continues its words as it rubs the choking Arthur's back.
"We just happened to be together."... I don't know anything and happen to be here.
Naturally, it's superficial. The column additionally handed the fruit to Arthur this time. As I thanked him and received, I began to explain to Arthur, who was still confused, that the column had been invoked until earlier by Stayle.
'Arthur will not be able to. So I want you to support him to such an extent that no other knight would suspect me. … of course, not compulsory'
I can't go into details. I can't talk about pride or the status quo. Don't even ask Arthur. However, no one disputed the words of Style, who wanted me to help him.
'I hope you can replace him with a watch, at least for the night. Because I'm sure Arthur will be able to trust you to rest.
They themselves can do nothing without permission as knights even if Pride escapes. But that's when you notice something strange and you can wake Arthur up.
During daytime breaks, someone notices that there is no one of the Kingsguard knights everytime. But even just for bedtime nights.
Now Wang Jiu and the castle gate, the Knights are ordered to guard on the walls, but it's not hard enough for them, the captain and deputy captain, to pull out during their own rest time at night. I heard from Style about Arthur's situation with no blankets, no food, no water, and soon Column and Eric packed the necessary supplies into a baggage bag and headed to Arthur's place. He was also immediately guided by the guards, as he was already allowed to enter and exit the Kingsguard knights only at night from Albert, the king's mate.
"... Honestly... they are enemies....
Ha..., and finished drinking the water at once, Arthur sighed as he put the finished fruit seeds out of his mouth. He said he dressed up because of it but ended up being helped by Steel.
And above all, I truly thought that understanding my actions without looking at them was brilliant and "helpful" in a nutshell.
"I'm sorry, Arthur. This is all we can do.
"I'm sorry to hear that.
Arthur raised his voice in the words of Column and Eric in such a way that he did not think.
More than that, you two don't have to sleep at night, and they shake their heads to the side and laugh at Arthur worrying. As a knight, I am also used to insomnia for about one night or two. We have no problem pouring all our own rest time into Arthur's rest.
"Besides, Alan and Harrison are coming tomorrow, not us. You can rest at night without worrying.
Mr. Harrison is coming, too.
So, hey, there's another loud voice.
I thought it was just the usual three. Arthur made his eyes black and white. Eric shook his shoulder a little funny at the look of it, and the column nodded.
"Oh, both Harrison and Alan were worried. The four of us stand out on the boulder, but I wonder who will bring watches and food from within us at night. Anyway, rest now.
I'll leave the food here for tomorrow, too, and Eric put another bag next to Arthur to meet the column's words. Further, remove the blanket from the bags of those who served the earlier food and throw it to Arthur. "It's still cold at night," he said, and his eyelids still don't loosen with his eyelids cut open in a situation that's too exhausting. If we don't get settled in the column while we're at it, they'll tell us to keep an eye on it a little further away.
"Because I'll be here to wake you up in the early morning. Until then, rest tight.
Eric also slapped me on the back and waved at me.
I also left the words not good enough to say, "Ah... that!" and pull them off with an up-rubbed voice. Arthur gets a little stuck in the two of them turning around with their backs turned just on their faces, and still says this is all.
"Ah... Rikoto, there is...... Excuse me.
My circumstances, I swallowed up that this could otherwise be a part of the rebels in violation, and that was all I could say to the two of you who wouldn't listen to anything.
Pepper, and to Arthur lowering his head, the column gently raised his hand and returned that it was really the usual him. Following that, Eric also raises his hand to Arthur and speaks softly with "Arthur". To Arthur, who replies with his face up. Eric waved with a flicker again, leaving a word with a full grin.
"You look good.
Haha, and laughed lightly at Eric, who would now leave with his back completely turned, laughing small enough to agree with the column as well.
Staring at the two backs walking away from him, Arthur feels the fever on his face creeping up. At the end of the day, with the embarrassment and joy of an unexpected compliment, only my lips tremble while my body is stiff. If I noticed, Eric's last words were repeated on my head like a wooden spirit.
"~ Eh... where is it...
Bhattan, and. Arthur fell straight into the ground so that he could zero out of the tree he was leaning against. I wrapped it in a blanket to make sure my face was red and not noticed from a distance. The warmth of the blanket made my body feel extra hot, but I closed my eyes strongly, pretending not to notice.
Arthur himself knew perfectly well that what he was supposed to do and his discreet disposition were despised by the knights and deserved to be reprimanded for being selfish.
It was unexpected that Stayle came for help, but even if he didn't, he was ready to stop Pride, whether he hit me or pointed his sword at me when the Kingsguard knight resumed. Even if he went too far and was punished, so even if he was removed from the Kingsguard knight, in the worst case, he was ready to leave the knight and continue to stop his pride beside him even when he became a rebel.
Even if the royals and the knights turn the whole country against their enemies.
Yet I still have my side even as a rebel now. Stiles, of course, but not a single guard or samurai sees themselves with cold eyes.
Furthermore, even the venerable senior knight lent me a hand without saying anything. Arthur was more than happy that all four comforting knights were still on his side that he was going to struggle for the lone army.
... really... too blessed, I am.
For a long time. And I remember seven years ago, and now my breasts are hot.
There is no doubt whatsoever about them, who are no other Kingsguard knights. Even in the worst case scenario, I was extra powered to wonder if those two could stop my pride. Having not slept with Stayle last night either, he sank slowly into a slight sleep as it was.
Stop and defend the princess on the tower no matter how many days, months or years go by.... while again deciding on my mind.