"... excuse me.
Concon, after sounding.
The knights outside the room opened the door, and Roderick, the chief of the knights, slowly entered the room. Only one Arthur, with a slightly awkward look on his face, roderick and
I compared him to the chief of staff on his shoulder.
"As instructed," I brought you here as a confirmation of Arthur's identity.... Well, there will be no mistake.
"I'm sorry to bother you on purpose, Lord Roderick Knights.
Helpful, Jill Bale lifts his hips and opens in front of Arthur. The style also rose and avoided on the edge of the bed so Roderick could get through easily.
The Chancellor and the First Prince paved the way and, thinking it was slightly frightening, Roderick sat the man on his shoulder in a chair with his back. The Chief of Staff, who cramped his entire body but lacked the necessary force, had not been successfully deposited with his back. Conversely, he rounded his back to fall into the bed in front of him and stuck his face from the front on the sheet. The shackles of escape prevention rattle and raise a groan about whether the bandage-wrapped leg hurt. Arthur felt uncomfortable with the condition of forcing the sick and injured to sit in the chair, but he immediately reconsidered that it would be better if he could not heal them. I tried to touch him quickly and remembered that I couldn't use both arms. "Ah," he opened his mouth, then frowned to think a little.
"I can't believe it, it's a good touch...?
"What do you step on with your feet?
No, I won't... and Arthur returns the words with a plundered voice to the look of the style he's seriously saying for the price.
There is no doubt if he asks if there is any resentment, but Arthur himself doesn't want to do that. Rather, Stayle wanted to carpet the man in front of him alive to the extent he wanted to.
Jill Baer grabbed the eagle to hold his head against the bed just in case. With a sneering grin as it was, he asked, "What shall I do?" Arthur felt pity for the man in front of him already. I don't care how anyone sees it. Arthur, who suffered a single organism's major injury, is more of a victim than the Chief of Staff, who's going to be cured of the disease, but he hasn't noticed.
And after thinking about it, Arthur knocked his torso down to the round back of the Chief of Staff, who fell on the sheet. In a profoundly bowing position, his abdomen hurt on a bent clap, but his forehead hits the back of the chief of staff as it were. Over the chief of staff. Now Arthur stiffens his posture for a while in a state of stumbling. Arming himself in the back position one step and seeing Arthur's special abilities for the first time, Roderick sipped solidly and watched it.
For a while, Arthur lifts his head from himself. Unbound long silver hair swayed and hung on his own face. Looking down at the back of the chief of staff, who remained silent and stuck, the shoulder of the chief of staff moved picklessly with his head held by Gilbert. The minute I groaned small because of my breathlessness while stuck up, and put my hands on the bed to wake up my face while I fell asleep after a few seconds.
Jill Bale slapped me with a knife.
He groans briefly with his face stuck in his hand knife, which is slightly too strong than necessary. I lose my mind, and now it's time to fall in with total weakness.
"I see, that's what you did when I was there," Jill Baer took his hand off the chief of staff's head, grinning bitterly at Style, who said lightly disgusted. The Chief of Staff, weakened as he was when he was held down by Jilbel, is invisible to his face but has not had the same cramps as earlier.
"I've dealt with it a little stronger. You won't wake up until morning at the earliest.
With that said, Gilbert, away from the Chief of Staff, looks back gracefully as he is.
"Now, please go to your original place," he said, grinning, while Roderick kept his mouth shut strong and his eyes only rounded. Arthur's special abilities to be seen for the first time. I don't know the weight of the medical condition, but I still can't hide my surprise at the fact that they completely healed the person who was similar to the abolitionist in a small amount of time. Because even the special abilities of a selection of excellent injury treatments in the Knights need days to heal their injuries.
"It's not impossible either," Jilbert whispered, as he guessed. "Please don't let the other knights notice you've healed, though," he pressed in precaution, as if to get Style back on his mind. He repeated his blink so that only Arthur, the Ten himself, could not even see why Roderick was surprised.
Roderick, who manages to reply after Style's words, walks over to the lost chief of staff again. Roderick, lightly in charge of him with almost one arm, left the room the same way he did when he came into the room.
"... Now all you have to do is wait for the morning.
"I guess you can really leave it to me, Jill Bale.
Of course, but Arthur also turns his face over Jill Vail and Style's back as he exchanges words looking out toward the door. I still don't know why Roderick reacted like that. I find Arthur more attractive when I notice Roderick, who barely talks to me, even if he meets me.
... After all, Father cares too...
I look at my chills and right arm just with my eyes so that the Steels don't notice me.
I almost remembered interacting with Roderick a year ago and shook my head violently with the boom. I scold myself that now is not the time to think about it.
"... now they won't have to notice about you.
Style's words just hung on the thought of trying to shake it off. Turn your face and the style will gently look back at Arthur with your arms together.
"I'm glad you woke up.... Otherwise it was impossible to use instant travel.
I don't know if Arthur could have cured the disease if he'd let him touch it even if he was unconscious.
But whether you move Arthur, who is absolutely at rest, or on the contrary, bring the Chief of Staff, it will always appear unnaturally in the eyes of the knights.
Arthur would never wake up for the rest of his life, and there were as many ways as there were if his special abilities weren't to be found out, but neither Style nor, naturally, Jill Bale wanted to make such a decision. I twisted my neck to Style's words and said, "I knew you weren't conscious. Couldn't you use your special abilities?" Arthur asked, "That's not the problem," he said without a short haircut. Jill Bale smiles just a little as she listens to those two interact.
'Captain Arthur is more serious than you think.... I will not allow you to force me.'
Yes, because it's the style that I told myself.
Unless something really, really pressing happened, Gilbert didn't want to treat Arthur like a "tool" to cure his illness. "I think it will be time soon for His Majesty and the guards to help," Arthur snorted as he spoke. Even then, Jill Bale smiles when she punches her hand at Arthur so he doesn't know who he is. Then Arthur moved his mouth, "Um..." as he noticed a little.
"... Your Majesty, can't you rescue them in the Knights...?
To the words of the plundered Arthur, the two looked at each other silently.
Naturally, neither Style nor Jilbell nor Roderick thought about it. Instead, if we make royalty our top priority, we should send knights to rescue them even now. But.
"Indeed… according to the hands of the Knights, it is not impossible to rescue His Majesty or perhaps detain him to the extent of the Crown Prince, the Pride or the General.... just as far as Miss Tippett is concerned.
The first person to open his mouth was Jill Bale. At the end he lowered his voice slightly bitterly and began to explain to Arthur.
Tippett, a being where no one can be identified except the temperature-sensitive special abilities. I have no idea when or where she is. In the unlikely event that after rescuing Rosa and the others, or after capturing Adam and the others, only Tippett is hiding herself and cannot be found, the worst can happen if in the meantime she is reported to the Radiya Empire, which is out of the country in some way.
Even two days from now, it doesn't necessarily mean that the Radian Empire will attack the Kingdom of Friesia exactly two days from now. Waiting for the day designated Adam, there were also fears he was lurking near the National Gate. If the Radian Empire, which learned of the anomaly, immediately attacked the Kingdom of Friesia
Evacuation is incomplete, what will happen to the people under the castle?
Evacuation instructions were already given under the castle, thanks to Gilbert's instructions and the guidance of the Knights. But the kingdom of Friesia, the great power, is naturally not the same size as the rest of the country, even if it is only the capital of the king under the castle. It naturally takes time to inform and miss all the people.
"There were also birds in possession when the Radiya Empire visited. They grabbed the hub, confiscated it. Now that it's all in their hands, too... the means of communication are in their hands again.
The words of Style, who opened his mouth as he put it, were heavy that he could not do poorly until the safety of the people could be ensured under the water. Stay connected and talk out.
"There are also a limited number of temperature-sensitive special abilities in the Knights. The Ambulance Building, the Knights' Exercise Ground, Adams' detention for the rescue of their mothers... The number of recruits is limited there. And there's no other way to capture him than them.
Arthur also counts in his head the temperature-sensitive special abilities in the Knights in the words of the Style.
Indeed, and.
No more Tippets can be captured on top of that. Even in covert activities, the number of transparent special abilities is also limited.
"I also thought about handling Tippet first, but... I don't even know when or when he's in touch with Adam. If he breaks off working with Tippett and is at all suspicious, Adam will undoubtedly kill one of the hostages in disguise.
I can't do everything at the same time.
Now that Radiya was holding me back in various places, I had to choose my priorities. If Style, the first prince, called out, "Help the royalty now because anything is good," the Knights had to move too, but Style himself doesn't make it good. For him, "we couldn't all choose between royalty and people among the absolute conditions that we would all be safe. In order to protect everything, it was considered of paramount priority to make sure it was complete in less time.
Arthur nodded as he was convinced by the description of the style and again felt the seriousness of the matter on his skin. The Kingdom of Friesia was in such a critical situation that it was not strange to say that it was a state overthrow. In other words, the words of Style that nothing can be done until the evacuation of the people is completed under the water have crept up to the point of even slight anxiety.
"... well, it's not like this one does anything in between either. The command of the evacuation of the people and their compassion for the guards in the castle are also to be carried out by Jilbert throughout the night after this.
To Arthur, who exposes tension and anxiety, the stile gently points to Jill Veil with his jaw. Jill Bale laughed softly as she bowed her head to both of them to respond to it, "Outrageous such as pomposity," she said.
He said he would just work with the Knight of Transparency and the Knight of Temperature Sensing to get around to persuasion.
Don't tell Adam and the others what we did, and don't shut up. He said to keep the information under the castle out of the castle. Yes, a sweat passed from Arthur's forehead in a different way this time to Gilbert, who said hello.
... This man can revolutionize by himself if he really wants to...
Even when it comes to persuasion, only Wangju and some guards know the circumstances, including the leopard of pride.
There's no way I can be convinced to tell you not to report any moves by the Knights or this one because of the sudden takeover of the upper management, cooperate, etc. I even thought Jill Bale, who laughed "naturally possible", was a little scary, trying to convince everyone of that despite... Half of what I think was good on my side, speaking of which, Arthur remembers what Jilbel was up to five years ago.
The current situation is still unfavourable. But when I saw the whole Knights move and the two in front of me had a black grin, I still felt like I could handle it.
─ And this next morning.
"... Huh...?
In the morning sun overflowing strongly from the curtains, the man shriveled his eyes.
Covering his eyes with his hands reflexively, he awakens his groaning, blurred head. While hearing is sparse, I also think that the noise will make noise and yell as usual. But if I tried to scream, my throat was terribly thirsty and dry for some reason.
─ Things move further.
Someone drops in the water and I finally think this is the place to go.
If I toured my memories repeatedly with blinks, I wondered why, what the hell was going on here, thoughts and questions sprung up one after another. Gradually, I can finally hear the noise like a murmur. "You're awake," "Knights Leader!" "Here it is." All the same words echoed repeatedly.
"Oh dear..." By chance, I was fortunate to be here to pay my respects.
Calm, strangely bright voice emitted.
The voice alone made his spine strangely cold, but he finally woke up physically to that voice released to him.
"Good morning. Lord Graeme Allchurch."
As soon as I tried to bend my leg, a severe pain ran "Guuuuuuuuuuuu" into my voice.
I found myself uncomfortable with the chatter and my legs there, and I noticed that both legs were restrained as well as one leg that was bandaged. This raised his voice and looked around, not knowing what, who he thought I was. Seeing, in front of the door, many knights, including a man with thin water hair with a light grin on him and a man who looked like a knight captain, were staring at this one as vigilant.
─ The best opportunity for the Kingdom of Friesia. And...
At last he regains one relatively new memory after a breathless clap on a light-water-haired man.
As soon as that happened, sweat blew from his forehead to his face to his neck to his entire body at once, rattling and his body trembling. That's right. That's when I remembered, the fear broke out. At the same time, if you have any doubts as to why you are now, the man who laughs at you opens his mouth again. "Or," he continued, sharpening his sliced eyes even sharper, without concealing his apparent intent to kill.
"Should I call you this? Graeme Allchurch Ginseng (...) Conspiracy (...) Lord (...) …?"
─ The worst day for the Radiya Empire and Chief of Staff Graeme Allchurch has just arrived.