"Captain Beverly! Protected persons have been safely captured......!
"All right, Captain Cuckallam, what's going on with Alan?"
By the time Val approached the castle gate, there was already a mix of packing and emergency in front of the castle gate.
Reaching the castle gate, Val looked down at the third and sixth squadrons, crossing the closed gate with special abilities for each luggage. The knights, apparently confirming the distances with binoculars and special abilities, raised their voices to the reports one after the other, and from further afield, the knights were about to take charge of the big man with his shackles.
I knew it was over, and Val had no choice but to go outside the castle. Wearing the hood deeply, the knights immediately looked back when they noticed the signs as they unloaded each of the cars. Once face to face with Tiara and Leon, the knights turned to Val and the others to see what they could do for themselves, even as they were wary.
"... the second princess has supplied me with weapons. And I was commanded to lend a hand to the slaves of the special abilities.
Talking to his knight opponent in a lowly voice, too, Val looked around at the knights from under the hood alone.
From Val's appearance and his priors seven years ago, I searched for someone who was quick to talk to him from among the confused knights, and... I noticed.
The first time I walked through the gate, the column I was in wasn't there.
If I tried to visit it with a little surprise, another knight raised his voice first to report to Barry, captain of Squad Six again.
"Looks like Captain Column is safe! But it seems Captain Alan was deeply wounded...! Now Mr. Jale is in the process of being treated!
Everyone bothered to report the knight once.
Captain Alan, how's the wound? I can't see it from here, and Barry and his deputies want more information. Alan's serious injuries were more serious to them than the sudden appearance of Val. Val frowns at those two names, all at once missed attention from the knights. They're both his familiar names. Especially if I hear the name Column, it reminds me of a year ago, and I even remember something close to being that knight again.
"Val......!
They called me by name, and if I lowered my gaze, Chemetho was holding Val's arm all the time.
After pointing that anxious look at Val, he now pointed that gaze in the direction where the columns would be, as he would appeal. If Sefek went on to overlap with "those two are not the Kingsguard knights of the Lord," he threw his gaze just like Chemetho until she did.
Frustrated by the two sues, Val scratches the back of his neck . I made a noise and exhaled from between my eaten and tied teeth. Praising himself, Val, who only said no to the two of them, "I don't know," put the luggage car only on the spot and let it slide on the ground again.
Through the knights at high speeds, they are different from the protected big men and knights, and further beyond, they capture men and multiple knights consolidated with ice and shackles in sight.
I was wondering if there was anything else there yet, Val slowed down, but this one was also after being captured by the knight. After looking past the man who would be crushed with the hands of the knights, I noticed the back of the column a few meters away. Stay close as you slow down and solve your abilities behind it.
"Don't die... don't die, don't die, don't die, don't die..."
The back of the column was so rounded that we didn't even notice ourselves approaching behind it that we kept saying the same words.
This is so... I thought Chemetho pulled herself with a worried eyebrow, and from behind, Sefek pushed herself silently. Val walks even further so that the will of the two will prompt him. Peeping from behind the column and Jail, the knight of the seventh squad, Alan, lying powerless, caught his eye.
Jail, who noticed the Vals, turned once to surprise only his eyes, silently and immediately refocused his gaze on Alan. He is treated with special abilities at the same time with his hands, but Val understood at a glance that "you can't do it anymore" with a clear hole and bleeding in the middle of his body.
In an overly large wind hole Sefek screams small and clings to Val. Chemetho also put his strength into his hand grabbing Bikuk Val's arm at the moment he noticed, shaking slightly but couldn't take his eyes off the sight.
Val feels sick about the column that keeps chanting only three letters as if he can't see around him, and Alan, who is losing light in that eye with a strangely awful wound and too shallow breath to be alive. Nothing. I don't feel anything for Alan's death. Because Val has no love for them at all. But now I am angry at myself for dying at this hour. The condition of the recapture battle we heard from Jilbel and Stayle is that they all survive. Yet there will be a death from now on. Besides, he is a Kingsguard knight who is also a familiar person to Pride.
More importantly, I felt like saying, "Don't die" today, but I lost my temper to throw away the words with wonder at the appearance of a column that kept zeroing in front of me. Then.
"... Chemetho?
If you keep staring at the column and Alan, Chemetho will step forward with his hands off Val on the fence.
Not uncommonly responding to the call, he was walking over to the Alans with his own trembling feet step by step.
Chemetho, freaking up and down his shoulder whenever Alan's harsh wound caught his eye, had already crooked his face about to cry. He ran around the battlefield with the Vals, but the enemy has strong rejection and fear for the deaths of allies and close people, even if they are good. He chewed on his squeezed lower lip so that he could indulge, and slowly stretched his hand out to Jail, a special ability to treat injuries.
No way, and Val and Sefek breathe at the same time.
I understand what Chemetho is trying to do but I don't move. For whatever reason, for the first time, "Cefek naturally remained resistant to stopping what he had moved of his own free will, and Val's throat caught. Even while they hesitate, Chemetho finally puts a trembling hand on Jail's back. And...
............... nothing, didn't happen.
Petari, and Chemetho's little hand did get on Jail's back, but nothing changed.
The wind hole remained open for Jail, who uses his special ability to treat injuries, and for Alan's wounds as well.
Jail realizes that he has been subjected to small pressures over his armor, but doesn't care that the child is just touching him. It wasn't even if I cared about that. At the end of his gaze, Alan was just slowly moving his mouth. … to communicate only four letters to the column.
Chemetho shudders her squeezed lips as she sees the potatoes and tears begin to overflow from the eyes of the column, which did not change anything, but rather continued to chant until earlier.
... I couldn't.
Chemetho and Alan are not in any great way involved.
But all those who accept us without a disgusting face even when we show up were "good people" for Chemetho, and "important people" of Pride, who are also loved ones for Chemetho.
Special abilities stabilize with age, there are too many limitations for Chemetho, who is only ten years old, even when it comes to growing.
If I thought I could help Alan, who was dying in front of me if I could use his special abilities the way I wanted, and the columns who were grieving that death, all I felt was remorse and powerlessness.
Again, touch Jail willingly as you pray. But I still couldn't. Over the armor. So it doesn't matter, Val and Sefek were also made over the clothes. To the facts in front of him Kemeto kept repeating "why" over and over again in his mind.
If Alan dies, he must be sad himself. If Alan dies, the column will grieve more. If Alan dies, Pride or Tiara will cry. If Pride cries, Val gets hard too. Though I do, I want special abilities over and over again by touching Jail's back, but it doesn't come true. Until now, Chemetho has never even been able to use his special abilities.
Alan's eyes finally close willingly while he does so. At some point he was laughing small, and he began to accept the death. Column and Jail took a breath, and Chemetho dropped zero at the same time as the large tears that were accumulating in his eyes with his stretched face shaking his shoulders.
With his hands on Jail, he stops breathing in front of him for a life he couldn't save because he couldn't use his special abilities. "Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan." You won't even be able to blink with the muscles on your tense face while your breathing stops.
Val rocked badly in his stomach at the apparent upset appearance of Chemetho, even from his back. Anger at Alan and Column for letting Chemetho take the extra blame and aversion to himself solicits. walked over to its back and softly Val grabbed his little shoulder to peel "Chemetho" and him off Jail this time
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Around, suddenly Jail's scream echoed.
The column also looked up for the first time to too many shouts, and Val peeled his eyes off as well.
Unusual, closer to roaring than screaming. Besides, Cefek, who was behind Val, screamed. Chemetho looks as though he's in pain, pulling his hands unintentionally on Jail's back.
─ The moment I tried to. Val held onto that hand from behind.
Gah, and Val, who held Chemetho's hand against Jail's back, grabbed Chemetho's shoulder so that even his opposite hand supported him, eating and tying his teeth.
Even as Chemetho looks back in surprise, Val doesn't try to let go of the hand he grabbed. On that face as if he were saying, "Don't let go," now Chemetho himself pressed his hand against Jail's back.
Val remembered how badly Jail looked as he turned his back back touched by Chemetho and roared. It was the first time I used my special abilities with the power of Chemetho.
"The fucking thing......
Distracted by Jail's screaming, Val zeroed his words only once.
But still, I'm not going to let Chemetho touch Jail here or let him go. Kemeto's hands and shoulders continued to be supported with his hands as he rinsed and rattled his teeth.
It was a column that raised Jail's voice and plundered, but soon there would be no more words in the sight of it.
Alan's wind pit, where Jail was laying his hands on it, became a sight that blocked him within the blink of an eye.
With tremendous speed, it plays from around as if the mud hole were smaller and gradually fills.
The hole the size of which was about the thickness of his arm shrunk smaller, and the wound blocked like a lie before stopping him from doubting his eyes.
No way, the column peeks into Alan's face with a less surprising, missing eyelid. From what I can see, the color of blood has returned to Alan's face, which should have been close to white until earlier. Furthermore, the burn on his cheek had disappeared as if it had not even been from the beginning. And if the wound disappeared without a trace, the scream finally subsided from Jail. Special abilities remain in use, but Alan already breathes normally in front of him, no scratches.
When I stopped my fearful special abilities and put my hand down from Alan, Chemetho and Val took their hands off his back to match it. The identity of the signs behind him and Jail looked back at the two with his eyes round.
Chemetho doesn't move with a pompous relief. It solidifies me as if I were a child left behind. And if Jail moves his mouth to ask,
I held Chemetho up with one arm so Val could pull him apart.
Wow, as I noticed, Chemetho leaked his voice low and raised his face.
Val glanced at Jail with intimidating eyes and the column sequentially. He held Sefek's hand stuck behind his back as he peeled out his teeth like fangs. Huh... and exhale like a beast, Val stares at the two knights as he searches for words. He manages to squeeze out the closest word to his will, itching his teeth at it, unable to commit an act of intimidation with a contract.
"Don't say that..."
If I told him, I would kill him, pointing viciously at his blood-running eyes, and at the next moment he lifted up and slid the ground.
Bhuaaa, and the column and Jail gazed for a moment at the speed enough to cut the wind. I can only question the Val and the others who walked away in the direction of the castle gate in such a way that the word "escape" fits perfectly. Why did you run away? What the hell did they do? Why were you here? and as questions arise from next to next, a small groan draws the two consciousness back.
"Huh...?
It was a small groan that woke me up from a nightmare, like stuffing my breath, but a change that was too big for my current column and Jail.
Alan's lid, which had closed his eyes himself, was moving pimply, and strength was beginning to enter his facial muscles. I still can't believe what's in front of me. The column repeatedly calls out, "Alan... Alan, Alan, Alan." Then Alan's lid opened like a morning awakening. Captain Alan…… As Alan and Jail also shook their voices, Alan called the name of a friend who would spread his sight as surprised when he blinked twice with Patience.
"........................ Column......?
In the words, the column overflowed for a moment, and it went up to the back of his eyes.
He chewed hard into his mouth and, looking back at Alan, began to stare flat in his own hand, leaning back as if he were most surprised. After many punches to keep the blink from stopping, I said small "............ alive...?," he muttered. And...
"... hey, wait, why am I alive?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Alan, who shouted close to screaming, jumped momentum in the next moment.
Alan stood up pioneering to jump at once from the state of his back, smashing his head against the jaw of the column he was peeking into. I also said one of the complaints that a column that flexed and avoided my face would always be dangerous, but now it wasn't.
"Eh... No, you're not dreaming. Eh, why, how did you get hurt?... Yep, yep, yep, yep."
You're lying. Alan seemed a little panicky when he touched his body to confirm it without stopping.
Where there would obviously have been scratches, the armor also melts, with large, round holes but no scratches on the core body. All I had to do was peek at the cracked abs.
"Calm down, Alan! Anyway, not now."
"Jail, I thought you were going to die right now."
Stuff Jail roughly with his voice so that Alan can paint the words of the column as he tells himself he needs to suppress his personal feelings during the mission.
Jail clouds his words with confusion as he grabs both shoulders and turns a straight, open eye to Alan. The joy of Alan being helped and the still incredible consternation. It wouldn't be accurate if the word I did wasn't wrong or accurate. I don't even know if I can talk to you more than I was stopped by the person who helped me or Val, who is with me. Then, to Alan, who looked excited, the knights in the midst of rescuing the man of fire from the ice also looked back and said, "Captain Alan, if you move, it will sound like injury," he said.
Attention was directed at Alan, but they've always looked more at smashing the ice of a flaming man. They don't even know the state of Alan's wounds or what exactly happened when they realized the Vals existed. I even looked back when Jail screamed, but I was only wondering if Alan was disturbed by his death. The flaming man was also sure he had pierced Alan, so his face remained stunningly stiff on Alan, who looked so healthy.
"Oh, come on, Alan! I'm on a mission now."
I have no choice but to yell at the column. It was pretty much the same as when Harrison ran wild.
If it was true, I wanted to throw the same question around myself and be happy Alan was saved, but now the assignment was a priority over that.
Alan finally turns to the yelling of the column. I laugh and return "bad, bad," but there was no color for reflection at all. To that Alan's usual passing reaction, Column and Jale lose their shoulder strength at the same time. Once he held his head with one hand, he regained his mind and the column opened its mouth.
"... Alan. Anyway, I'm glad you saved me. I (...) and (...) and (...) and (...) and (...) and (...) but not if I'm pursuing it now. Now just tell me if you can get back on the front.
Typically, the special ability to treat injuries reduces pain, etc., and is limited until healing is speeded up later. On the surface, if it healed but moved, there was a deterioration and recurrence, naturally. But...
"There's no problem at all. It doesn't hurt to move anywhere.
Ni, and Alan, showing his teeth and laughing at ease, twisted his body like a stretch as it was, stretched out to show it, but without any pain or discomfort at all.
While returning in one word to Alan's words, the column exhales to avoid thinking as deeply as possible. I desperately suppressed in my head the idea that many times had passed that I had not merely stopped a single life, that the injury could not be as healing as I did not think it would have been from the beginning.
Hold your forehead with your fingers and breathe deeply to calm yourself down again. Alan waved to one point as he noticed as Jail repeatedly took a deep breath using his shoulders to mimic the column. If the column also looks in that direction, it is the most squadron knight. Alan and his squad of knights finally caught up and rushed over to make the rendezvous.
"Captain Alan! Safe and above all!
Captain Alan is the one who's being held captive.
"Captain Alan, the blood and armor..."
Alan giggles back at the continued inquiry of the Knights of the Most Squad.
I don't know, no, they said it wasn't me. I pointed to the flaming man with my thumb and the knight digging out of the ice.
"The blood... well, I was slightly injured. It's not a problem because Jail's already cured me.
Ha ha, and Alan turns his arm around Jail's shoulder, still puzzled, as he slaps hollow armor in the dusk with his hand.
It's hard to believe a minor injury at the time of the amount of blood and holes in the armor, but without the scars Alan was above all a testament to how well he was. The knights thanked Jail, wondering if his cheek wound would have been healed too.
I can't affirm or deny "Captain Alan is safe and above all...!" Jail, who returns only, still can't sort his head out. However, I almost wept when I was only distracted by the fact that Alan was alive and laughing.
"No, those captives are awesome, so I'm glad they had the third squad. The sword and armor melt. I'm sorry I left it all to you guys, too.
Fire extinguishing activities annoying, Alan labored by tapping the shoulders of each knight in the squad the most.
No, Captain Alan is the one, and the knights correct their posture while returning the words. Alan hit the shoulder of the last one before turning physically to the column laughing and... laughing again.
"Columns too...................... sorry.
Only at the end, the column accidentally bit his lips at Alan, who laughed brightly and said it but drowned. Alan, who was conscious until he was on the verge of dying, naturally remembers what happened earlier.
The column stared back at Alan's shoulder with his right hand before turning away.
"... each other.
Don't forget I'm on a mission now, the voice I kept saying was louder.
Alan answered that in a nutshell, picking up the group clothes he was throwing away on the ground. Flipped to pay light dust with the rust, and after putting his arms through, he correctly closed the front of his team clothes to hide the hollow armor. The uniform also has some dirt and burning, but is less noticeable than hollow armor. And on a light note, he gave instructions to the knights in his squad to help him get the flaming man out of the ice.
Because of Alan, the ice that I seriously used my special abilities without being too careless is thick and hard and won't crush easily. Nearly half of them managed to shred, but the knights cautioned against the task of possibly slashing every man in flames if they were serious.
We need to get him out of here fast. There may be other soldiers and special abilities coming again. It doesn't have to be. When the man freezes to death or gets a terrible frostbite if he stays like this for a long time, the increasing number of knights moved their hands in a hurry. Then the column hangs a word on them and then walks over to the icy man. And just after one eye contact, he tapped into the man's foot with the fist of the special abilities of "The Phantom," crushing the majority.
The calculated fist did not shock the man, it only destroyed the ice. Still clinging to their bodies, but now they can safely take them, the knights say, "It's a boulder!" He raised his voice.
For once, Column and Jail left it to Alan and the others to report and direct the situation, and went back to the castle gate first. I dared you two not to talk about what you just did as you ran across the street. But the only thing is, Jail throws it in a whisper to make sure the column only cares.
"... I know that guy, the delivery guy who was definitely in the defense fight as well.... Is he on our side...?
Jail, who applied his special abilities to Pride, who suffered a foot injury in a defensive battle, naturally also remembers the Vals.
But I naturally remember his attitude towards our knights and even seven years ago, and it's hard for him to judge.
Column shut his mouth for a while to Jail's words. And after approaching the gate for a few meters, we only speak of the certainty by taking it all together.
"... at least, not the enemy.
And the boys and girls with them are good kids. Jail nodded at the words of the column that went on.
Waving to Squad Three, Squad Six, they finally rendezvous. From them in front of the castle gate, the protectee, the eldest man, hears that Val and the others took him with the knights to take them, and he checks with his eyes the luggage of the weapon he left behind. Originally there was still some leeway, but the column decides that this alone would not require a request for replenishment.
Barry, captain of the Sixth Squad, asked for a report after he worked a word column. Plus, Jail tells me he's making a report. He clearly informed all the knights on the spot of the captivity of the special abilities of the flames, the rendezvous with the squad of the most squadrons, the most important report after detailing it.
"Neither the seriously wounded nor the dead.
Captain Alan also had to suffer minor injuries, and Jail laughs unexpectedly as he continues.
The column also held his throat in his breath, holding him down with one hand as the unsurpassed, nagging mouth end loosened.
The two bit the joy of being able to make that report just in the back of their chests so they wouldn't be noticed.