Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
I grabbed Arthur's head eagle. I grabbed Harrison's arm again, and I eat and tie my teeth as I held him down.
Shortly after Harrison kicked me, I regretted that I should have blocked my mouth, not my arm. Columns, Eric, and the other knights open their eyes and compare Harrison to Arthur so the words don't come out.
We still don't know if Arthur knows the truth about his right arm. So everyone didn't have to put their backs together to touch Arthur about his right arm, and I thought I shouldn't have told him if the Knights Commanders hadn't notified him. I'm still awake. There's no way I can tell Arthur something Ng just now. As a knight, you don't have to think about how heavy and tight your arms are!
Cold sweat falls on Arthur, blinded with his mouth open, wondering if he knew after all. Yet Harrison urged Arthur to "answer" so he wouldn't mind. There's no way Arthur can answer for saying things that don't keep his mind organized.
"... Mr. Harrison.
Arthur opens his mouth.
Only the mouth with a blank expression. It would suck if they said "what do you mean slashed off" here. Me, Column, and Harrison are going to have to leave this place at the Captain's Conference right now. Whatever words you say to Arthur in despair.
"You think you're going to go slaughter him now if you find out? It's definitely not like that..."
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Arthur! Arthur!
No way, I doubt the unexpected response from Arthur. You're definitely not going in there right now.
Yet Arthur kept Harrison looking straight up with his rounded eyes intact. Then Harrison turns away from Arthur more quietly this time. Get your hands off the eagle grabbed head and hold Harrison back in the column with me again, a big, sticky man. To Harrison, who suddenly grew up, Arthur continued his words with a plundered whisper.
"No, no, no, no, no. The Knights, the Vice Commander, Master Steele and Chancellor Jilbert are thinking about a corner operation. If Mr. Harrison breaks out now, Radiya and Lord Pride will notice a lot."
... Instead, we'll end up scolding Harrison this time. If it's true, it's not a strange occasion for Arthur to be out of line. Harrison is also Harrison and says nothing with his eyes off Arthur.
"This right arm is the result of my impudence. There is no need for Mr. Harrison to clear it up. I don't know! Give priority to the country, its people, its royalty and its pride."
"More than that," he said.
In an instant Harrison caught fire, his eyes sharpened and he poked at Arthur. Now he managed to hold me down in the column with me, but from that body he's overflowing with killing again.
"He took my arm, my knight's life."
It's the first time I've seen Harrison and I've ever seen a column that makes his voice absurd so the excitement doesn't get cold.
... Honestly, now me and the other knights agree a little.
I know Arthur knew about his right arm, but then why is he so flat? Everyone in the Knights knows exactly what a knight is like for Arthur. Even if I'm trying not to think about it, there's no way I'm going to wake up and sort my mind out that much even though it hasn't been a day yet.
Arthur looked back at Harrison with a slight distortion of his face on his aching shoulder after he put his shoulders up and down for being yelled at.
"... well. If you really think about it now, it's so spicy and angry to die. But now.
Horace of Squad Seven once again reduces shoulder pain with special abilities. Still, Arthur's face remained slightly distorted.
"More. More, with someone important.
That voice, emitted with a plundering voice like the one that made us lurk, made too much sense to us as opposed to its small size.
It wasn't just Harrison, Arthur went on to say more to us as everyone in the knight shut his mouth.
"I can get it all back, after it's all over.... then I may be depressed and cried out... I can't believe it right now, but I want to think about protecting everything that matters.
I'm sorry you're mad at me, and I'm stuck breathing in Arthur laughing bitterly at Harrison. Harrison also shuts his mouth so he can't speak and grips his unloaded fist hard.
When he couldn't say anything to us, Arthur let his gaze swim a little awkward, then once he lay his eyes down and tied his mouth. Then he opened his eyes more like he thought of something, and he turned to us again, to Harrison.
"... Mr. Harrison. Can I do one favor instead of telling you everything about when I was hit...?
What is it? Harrison was instant.
Harrison knew immediately before he could ask what we were going to do.
... I'm really anxious that Harrison won't go and kill the one who took Arthur's arm right away because he was so adorable. Column and Eric also compare Harrison and Arthur with a wrinkle between their eyebrows with their mouths closed. Then Arthur moved his mouth to laugh once he rang his throat nervously.
"... make sense, make it something.
... It was a much weaker way of saying it compared to the way I put it clearly just now.
I feel that way unnecessarily because I say it in a plundering voice that makes me lurk. I don't know what you mean, me, the other knights and naturally Harrison. If you wait for the words to continue asking for explanations, Arthur's pale eyes, which open his mouth again, were the strongest color I've seen today.
"I'm the one who... wasted this right arm of mine.... let me think it was worth the loss of" Kole "just hanging out on my shoulder.
Arthur's right arm, which he showed by lightly pointing at him with his jaw, still doesn't move.
The way I put it now, maybe I haven't even connected my senses yet. As he said quietly, Arthur's eyes stabbed the light hard in its deep pale.
"The kingdom, the people, the royalty,... the pride. Because if I can protect all of it, I'm sure I will...................... can I ask for it?
That being said, Arthur was not the "victim" of being struck by his injuries, no matter what he saw. Arthur, who has been deeply wounded, his arms clasped, his knight's life cut off, and still decides to protect his country and his people, above all... he keeps looking ahead only to protect them, more than any of us.
It was strong.
I can assure you. I can't normally imitate something like this.
Speaking out, Arthur kept staring at Harrison as he waited for a response. Harrison, who didn't make it so slight that I or the column didn't have to hold him down anymore, even made him tense his fingertips and even forgot to breathe.
For seconds, minutes of silence and Arthur kept waiting for a response, Harrison said, "Wait," and turned his heel back. Scratch between us just like you did when you arrived and leave the room early. The wind arrived so far along the way, I guess it went one way or the other on a fast foot.
I don't think Harrison would consider anything other than agreeing to the current response. What the hell happened and when the knights opened their mouths step by step from the first silence, the column once again asked Arthur how his right arm was doing little by little.
"... so far, I don't feel anything. Truth is, it just feels stuck.
Better than not having a whole bottle, but Arthur, looking at his right arm with his neck twisted, frowned to feel even uncomfortable. Naturally, I even slapped the bullet off with my arm and sword until now.
Well, I can't find a word to hang it back. I don't even know if I should be extra depressed or comforted enough for Arthur to be acting flat. It's just that you should never flush it lightly, when you think so.
"... but... I'm still glad I'm alive.
Unexpectedly, Arthur shrugged pompously.
The lurking whisper is so slight that it doubts your ears. But if you look, Arthur did laugh softly at us. "The same is true about Lord Pride and what he told us about his enemies," he said, capturing us with his eyes from end to end.
"... I know it's hard to die when someone I know dies.......... I'm glad I didn't have to make my seniors think that because of me.
... really. I want to suspect that it was today that Arthur woke up. There are a lot of guys who don't seem that way after years, decades.
Seven years ago, when the knight captain, who was his father, was dying. Anyone at the time knows how desperate Arthur mourned. I also know very well that Arthur has come to think that he doesn't want to be on that side. But...
It's a different story to say if you want to be a party to it.
If I were you, I would definitely cry and mourn. Instead, you might think you're already dead, or you might even lose your temper to talk like this.
The knights, no one says anything. I squeezed my lips and held my breath so that I could indulge. Arthur should be the one crying the most right now. It's wrong for us to mourn and cry on our own.
After the silence flowed again, they finally held back what the column had put in, returning "It's good to be alive," with an up-rubbed voice that plundered like Arthur. Arthur had an incredibly soft grin on his face the whole time we snorted at it at the same time. Thank you, and shortly after Arthur whispered it back to me
"Huh... Arthur Beresford.
Again, Harrison's voice. Now everyone paves the way before they push you away. I'm holding it in one arm, and I also understand where Harrison was going back at high speed.
Mr. Harrison, and Arthur chanted in a small, plundering voice, Harrison stopped in front of him and threw it to release.
Arthur's, the uniform.
Bassari, and Arthur, who rounded his eyes as surprised by the unexpected return, alternated between it and Harrison, which was released over the bedding.
Harrison, breathing on his shoulders, opened his mouth without waiting for his breath to calm down, either without rest or traveling back and forth at high speed to the Knights' Exercise Ground.
"Speak.... If the life of my captain, I swear by this name.
I know, but I dare you to call Arthur captain. Harrison didn't say anything more.
Without even correcting Arthur, he grinned small once he squeezed his mouth. "Thank you," he lowered his head and stared at his own uniform in the knee position with that gaze.
For Harrison, he realized he was still the "captain."
Slowly raising his head, Arthur now speaks without hesitation.
I started talking in detail about the situation where I was hit so that we wouldn't mind asking. If it's true, flatten out the events that make you decide your own wound just to remember.
The more I heard, the more anger I got to us.
I was tortured at the end of the day when I was pounded out of my mind. Not even in the battle, but just to suffer, Arthur was snatched from his arm and his throat crushed.
Harrison wasn't the only one, all of us listening to Arthur shut up and heated the room with anger and willingness to kill Adam, Tippett, and the General, the man with the arms in his arms. Arthur, who stiffened his shoulders to our reaction, laid his eyes down when he finished talking.
He reaches out from me and strokes his head to Arthur, who apologizes to us for "sorry" for some reason. I grabbed my hair gently and swayed it to the left and right to make it easy to understand and round my eyes. Get your hands off me, and now slap Harrison's back with stiffness beside me as you can see from Arthur.
"I swear to you, Arthur.... so are we.
Anyway, you don't have to ask. The answers are all the same.
And I'm sure you won't get a different answer if you tell the other knights. Even if I looked around lightly at the evidence, all the knights on this scene had the same eyes.
Once I looked at the clock before I uttered it, it was time to head to the captain's conference. If I gave the column an eye signal, the snort returned.
Finally, I declare to Arthur all the knights present here.
"The whole Knights, it's your right arm.
I turn my back after matching Arthur's eyes, which were so strongly opened that I lost my eyelids.
He left with a voice to Arthur so that the other knights would continue to stay as long as we could.
I heard many times eating and tying my teeth as I walked out of the room and down the hallway. Everyone grabbed their fists and swallowed up everything they would put in, their anger and their willingness to kill. Looking back lightly, it was the moment when Harrison disappeared on his fast feet. The wind blew and gently rocked Eric's chestnut hair with rare and sharp eyes.... I'm sure everyone hasn't forgiven the Radiyas.
... I know.
Aside from Harrison, we all know.
A knight should not be imprisoned for revenge. Waving a sword for resentment or vengeance is against chivalry.
Even the most unforgivable Knights Commander keeps turning the Knights more calmly than anyone else.
It's not revenge. That's why we decided to inherit our pride as knights from Arthur.
As Harrison recognized Arthur as "captain," even for us, Arthur...
"There's someone more important."
I was proud, a knight.