"Arthur."

To that cry, the knights screaming, "Good day, sir," approached Alan and the other knights who called him by name, bowing their heads with a peck.

Surprisingly, not many columns have a voice. If he stared at Arthur without blinking with his mouth open, he'd finally come to the front of the columns. Suddenly I'm sorry, he apologizes, but naturally it's not there that Alan and the others are surprised.

"I just heard from the knight on the way. Do you know where the torture tower is?" And if I hardly know what's going on, I'd like you to tell me a few things. "

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... Are you really Arthur?"

Alan waits for Arthur to move on if he talks too much.

Arthur, who for a moment did not know his intentions in Alan's words and looked like he was bored by a fox, himself was too hasty to half forget his position. Alan, pointing at that right arm while blocking Arthur's words, had already put up his sword to suspect it was real. Arthur, who finally remembered it at Alan's fingertips, worries about how to make excuses. Speaking of which, I remember Val telling me to let the column stop too, if I turn my gaze from Alan to the column again.

A knife was released from another direction.

Shhh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh shh

The moment he went up in the air, he was relentlessly fired this time before calling Harrison's name. I couldn't move in the air, and if I slapped the bullet down with my sword instead of avoiding it, the attack from Harrison finally stopped. Harrison, who fired the gun at the same time as the sound of a collision between Kingsley and metal, also stiffens. Column and Alan watching it still don't even have a voice to blame Harrison for. But the fact that it was the true Arthur Beresford in front of me finally proved it.

A landed Arthur hurries to appeal to Harrison with his sword in one hand: "I'm real." He had a sword in his right hand, and that arm he waved had not faded at all.

"Oh, my... oh, my God! I can't tell you, but I can't believe you're hurt anymore. I'm Arthur Beresford! Lord Pride's Kingsguard, now dressed in this outfit from the hospital room thanks to Mr. Harrison's return of his uniform..."

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Harrison reaches out silently to Arthur, desperately trying to claim his innocence.

I stood up unexpectedly again, but now the hand grabbed Arthur's shoulders straight, not the attack. Arthur glances back at Harrison and opens his eyes even more as he raises and lowers his shoulders to a sudden eagle grasp. Harrison's face was more stunned open than I had ever seen before. The purple eyes peering from the long dark hair are opened to the limit and round as crystals, and the mouth remains powerless and empty as if it had slipped between them. Harrison received that look directly in front of him, and even in the meantime when Arthur was more surprised, Harrison tried to tap him on the scratched spot, starting with his shoulder, to make sure.

Ultimately, if I grabbed my right arm up and repeated my hand with the gooper to prove that Arthur would move, I increased it so that Harrison's grip to grab was strong. As soon as that happens, there will be a scream from Arthur, who is not wearing armor, as if he had woken up.

"Shit, it's sturdy. It moves! I'm moving, I'm moving, I'm moving, I'm moving, I'm moving, I'm moving, I'm moving, I'm moving.

When it was broken as it was, Arthur waved his hand away from Harrison, whose expression remained unchanged, unbearably.

And keep the momentum. On the contrary. Now slap Harrison on both shoulders from Arthur's side and grab him. The armor made a noise over the bang and the team uniform, and pulled it off with all his strength there. I exhale... ha... and manage to spare my fracture, so I can look into Harrison's eyes.

".............................. moves. It's okay now. Sorry to bother you. I can fight now.

I appeal to you to say one word.

Then Harrison's shoulders slowly began to rise and fall as he breathed, as if he had held his breath until just now. I caught Arthur without blinking one and swallowed the word one by one.

Arthur understands with his skin that this is a contested situation for a moment now, but he needs to convince Harrison in front of him first. Waiting for Harrison's breathing to calm down, Alan and Column also sorted out their heads in the meantime. And Harrison's mouth, which was left open, is finally moved willingly.

"... to the knight, can we return?

"Oh... well, I am. ……… just don't know what the disposition will be"

"Be sure.

In response, Harrison punches the pile into Arthur, who is slightly cloudy.

No, it's one of my own, but Harrison doesn't listen. He shook Arthur's hand off with one hand as if it were a decision, and lowered his back to line up with the columns. While I turned my attention to the captors, I didn't try to move any further with the columns lined up.

Arthur, relieved that Harrison seems to have settled in, finally turns to Column and Alan there.

The torture tower told Arthur that the column scratched and only needed the information.

Now Alan alternates between the column and Arthur as he explains the direction of the torture tower, the resurrection of the top and the formation of the Ninth Squad, and even the deployment order of the Eighth Squad.

Unlike a column that already has a blurry idea about Arthur's resurrection, Alan is still unconvinced to understand it. Arthur's resurrection after he himself gained his life in nine deaths. Right now, I seriously think that what I'm seeing is just a dream. As much as I wanted to jump on Arthur if I wasn't on duty, but I put up with it now. Instead, I grab Arthur's right arm talking like Harrison.

Without a doubt, Arthur's right arm is moving, and he doesn't even look forced. It was good to concentrate on the column, and as it was, Alan let Arthur roll his uniform in silence and skin it. If I let him out to the shoulder, the flesh would be exposed, not even wearing armor, but instead of the bandage, I couldn't even find the joint marks of the wound.

Take it and show Arthur taking off his uniform once from himself to prove it while listening to the column. Again, the unwrapped upper body of the bandage is not one of the scratches.

Why aren't you wearing armor? Arthur hurried to get his team clothes back on, saying that the column's question was on the way in and he didn't have time. I hurriedly closed before thinking about the possibility of being embarrassed to go into battle dressed like this.

The column mouths once with its gaze on Arthur intact. When Arthur also tied his mouth to solidify whether he would be angry or stopped, the column thought only slightly with a finger attached to his mouth. Then when I call it "Arthur" short, I gently close my mouth to its ear. If he even listened to Arthur wondering what it was, the column softly inquired into its ear with a lurking voice.

"............... Val?

Arthur's body jumps up as if the electricity had gone off easily as he could tell.

I could not even lie to the column, and if I looked away and looked back with a round eye, it was further returned with a silent nod. Please keep it confidential…… I recall Val telling me to finally stop talking to the column on the way to hoping. "Ah," he solidified with his mouth, panicking. "And! So... he's the captain of the column... the others? He also said to stop or something, but..." I complained in a bewildered, lurking voice, and the column nodded silently twice.

It's okay, I'm relieved to be returned knowing, but I don't know what happened between Arthur himself, Val, and the column. But I felt like I shouldn't have stepped in any further, at least if I thought there was something like guessing why I was recovering. I even bow my head deep from myself and say, "I'm so sorry," "thank you," including the disrespect Val would have committed.

When the column looked at Arthur, who politely lowered his head, he accidentally loosened the end of his mouth. I realized you were a really authentic Arthur, and at the end of the day I put my hand on my shoulder with a pong.

If Arthur, with his face up, notices the grin of the column as it is, he drops his gaze like it illuminates again. I also found that my voice didn't say that I was happy with my recovery and that it was a grin that included all of the multiple words "good" and "no need to apologize".

At the end of the day, the column summarizes the current challenges so as to wrap up the story.

"The first is the recapture of Lord Pride, the capture of Prince Adam alive. You know that, but watch out for Tippett. Be sure to work with a knight who can detect the temperature. Reporting via nearby correspondents as soon as the keys to Dear Steele and Chancellor Gilbert are also discovered.

I understand. Arthur, who replied with momentum, bows his head, taking the confirmation that "the torture tower was this way..." Arthur's spine stretches at once if the nodded Alan slaps him on the back vigorously. For God's sake! I was heard brightly and I returned the words with double the volume of my voice. And I can focus on my legs to rush out at once... just before, I stopped.

"Ah!" he now speaks clearly, turning to Harrison, who lines up next to him, not the column and Alan, who tried to drop me off.

"Mr. Harrison!

After confirming Arthur's recovery, Harrison remained directed at the captors rather than at Arthur.

Still, if Arthur calls, try to tilt his face gently and turn towards him. I feel only the intensity of that gaze from Harrison, where my face hides in my long horizontal hair and my cut, aligned forehead becomes so pointless that I can't see my face.

Arthur, already accustomed to Harrison's gaze itself, raised his voice with his posture correct as he looked back invisible over his hair.

"Knights, please."

That, in words.

Harrison finally turned his eyes to Arthur, who opened his face.

He realizes that his purple eyes glow from under his messed up hair and open up. Arthur's words struck me in the chest so hard that I wondered myself.

My body hurts and the feeling of faster heartbeat sounds comfortably from the inside. That was the only sign that Harrison was alive who paused his body with every expression. Arthur doesn't realize Harrison has become like a doll, and continues his words as if they were curly.

"Ex-Captain's orders: Defeat the enemy, help the knight, protect the people, protect the country." "I won't die, neither will Mr. Harrison.

Please, I beg you. At the end of the day, I shouted with my loudest voice, and I didn't wait for a reply. Now it's time for Arthur to rush to the torture tower.

Arthur himself, now without authority as captain, knows he has no right to give orders to Harrison.

But still, I wanted to tell him.

I also don't have time now to make all the apologies and thanks to him for yelling, moaning and worrying on my behalf for losing my arm. But that's why I wanted to order him as captain as a sign of trust.

That's closer to inspiration than an order. Harrison himself has known from the outset that everything is a must in this recapture. Just because you say that now doesn't instruct him to act. Because Arthur, having fully understood it, ordered Harrison to do so. And Harrison...

"... Huh... Huh...................................................................................................................................................."

I came. And the first time the column felt on my skin.

Aha...... and Alan also left. I understood, as I dropped off Arthur's back. The end of the mouth was cracked and the sweat dripped.

Arthur, who had left, and the knights, who had turned their backs on the unusual hegemony emanating from the Harrisons left behind, looked back. Harrison, leaning down and making every long dripping brunette eagle grab her forehead, was shaking her shoulders fine. I'm not even conscious anymore of the captors I should have always paid attention to until just now. Instead, the column goes down to the source of the captor and pays attention, but it wasn't actually there.

No way, some of them noticed, hardening themselves to Harrison behind them more than the attack in front of them. Captain Column…… The third squad knight of the rear guard hung his words as he complained, but at the same time he is painted on top of Harrison's voice, which was uttered.

"Column Bordeaux....... Replace me. My" Captain's orders... "

Harrison's voice, speaking out of laughter, was only discouraged but terribly low.

The column held his forehead at his fingertips as he sighed, understanding that the recoil for that minute was going to be a big deal. Understand that Harrison is no longer to be stopped, and that it is necessary (...) to stop (...).

Alan and the deputy captain of the Sixth Squad ordered everyone to step back to the avant-garde to match the sigh of the column. Since sniping, mid-range and long-range attacks were originally the main axes, no one was out front, but the whole thing was still further down by about two steps.

"Harrison.... Just follow Arthur's orders.

Harrison disappears from the scene with the voices and words that resemble Column's renunciation.

Shortly after the wind blew and swayed the column and Alan's hair, the crowd of birds screamed more than ever, along with a reply from the avant-garde direction of the castle gate, "Naturally".

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"Ugh............ Arthur, you did it last......

Alan makes the bitter laugh even more convulsive as he joins the captor's watch alongside the column.

haha...... and the dead laugh reaches the column's ear as it is rubbed off by Harrison's high laughter. The column that hears it spins the words "I can't even force it" as it nods to drop its shoulders.

"But this time Harrison will also play a role without any problems.... I don't even need to suppress it.

"It's like I'm running wild with it, too.

Ha ha, and now the column also slightly agreed with Alan, who really laughed and watched Harrison's rampage.

Still, if you look at Harrison's current mood, it's hard to stop that superior mood extra.

Now that Arthur's injury, which was the biggest factor in Harrison's rampage, is fully healed. And now that Arthur is on his way to the Pride Rescue. Because Harrison's worries have completely cleared up.

The column gives instructions to Squad Three, thinking positively that it will concentrate on the task thanks to you. Narrowing down the latent destinations of special abilities while Harrison undertakes, he said.

Harrison is sure to do his job.

If Clark, the deputy commander, is ordered to provide assistance to the castle gate, he will obey. And if you are ordered to follow the captain's instructions, you will also monitor the captors as directed by the columns.

And now. At last he was commanded by Arthur at the end.

"Ex-Captain's orders: Defeat the enemy, knight, help the people, protect the country." "I won't die, neither will Mr. Harrison."

There's nothing else for him, Captain.

Defeat the manipulated flock of birds, defeat the knights who guard the castle gate, defend the people who are slaves with special abilities, defend the country... and never die.

For Harrison, the instruction from Arthur naturally takes precedence over the instruction from the columns, even with the same captainship. And with Arthur's permission, and even less contrary to Clark's instructions, his actions were determined.

Because Harrison Dirk has (...) actually (...) done (...) the job (...) or (...) did (...) the job (...).

... but he hasn't noticed his own horrible overlook yet.