"Harrison.... Just follow Arthur's orders.
... It is decided.
Column Bordeaux says what a natural thing.
There's no way I'm breaking orders, because that's what Arthur Beresford wanted.
Returning the words, Harrison ran out with impulse. Through the knights on their feet with special abilities of high speed, heading straight for the flock of birds.
With high laughter, wave only that sword at the solidification of the birds that cover up the castle gate. A series of strikes that could not even be pursued with a single flash of eyes melted in the dark night, and several knights only seemed to have swarms of birds fogging on their own. Slash and tear a dozen birds together that can only be seen as numbered and dropped.
There is no forgiveness, not even fine dust, for being manipulated, just animals. Harrison alone wraps up a wide range of birds covering the castle gate and slashes them, keeps dropping them to the ground and kicks them without confusion.
Some splashes and fragments of the carcass jumped from Harrison's sword moves to the rearmost Alans. There was no colour of fatigue from Harrison, even though he had to keep traveling at high speeds to protect the castle gate all by himself. It was the laughter that stopped once, but the practice became more intense as if they were even more excited than at first, and the crowd of birds dusted even faster. Harrison can't even breathe no matter how densely birds attack him. I could even afford to think with my purple eyes glowing.
... Do you know the Knights Commander and Deputy Commander of Arthur Beresford's full healing?
I want to go tell them now, even if I think about their mood I swear allegiance to. Harrison was also well aware that they were heartbroken by Arthur's wounds for cutting off the life of a knight.
The anger, the sadness, the fact that it won't even be my ratio just because I don't put it on the table. And I don't know why, but how happy would they be if they knew Arthur's right arm had healed? Nor is that your ratio.
"Huh... Ha-ha-ha"
Laughter leaks out of Harrison's mouth again.
How full of happiness will be at the dawn when Arthur's arms are fully healed and his pride is restored in this battle for recapture. Just thinking about it made my heart dance now. And above all, it fills me with joy that I cannot enjoy myself right now.
Arthur is cured, he can return as a knight. I can't help but be delighted by that fact. When I first showed up, I seriously thought it was a fake that showed up. Fake his appearance, and even thought about killing Arthur with this hand. But that sword move that avoided the knife and knocked the bullet off was definitely only Arthur. It is also a testament to his fullness. I couldn't believe it, I doubted the miracle. And at the end.
............... it doesn't matter anymore.
When I finished making sure Arthur's body was safe with my own hands, so much so that I had to turn my back to contain what I had put in for a while.
Because I trembled so joyfully just myself, and for a long time I almost zeroed into tears, if ever.... if Roderick, the Knight Commander, and Clark, the Deputy Commander, knew that.
If the two of you knew that you had been watching Arthur grow for far longer than you did. I'm sure the two of you...
"If you do, I'll have to tell you directly from his mouth."
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha and Harrison's laughter increases again. There is no one to escape alone, destroying the flying crowd.
If you don't throw a knife, you will destroy all the birds with your sword only. To Harrison's hegemony, which also appears to be ecstasy, the manipulated bird stops moving before it hits some direct. Something more terrifying than death was certainly there.
Wild prospects and survival instincts jumped above special abilities and slightly resisted, but Harrison chops them up without any mercy at all. It was as if all the castle gates had become giant shredders instead of walls. I created a hell of a painting.
... I thought it was over.
With blood coming from his face and a slightly cold head, Harrison turns to his thoughts quietly.
Despair, when I found out Arthur was wounded.
Arthur's right arm loss with such a glorious record and sometimes repainted. It was like being sunk into despair for the first time in seven years for Harrison.
Arthur finally became a knight.
Arthur finally became the Kingsguard Knight of Pride.
Arthur finally became deputy captain.
Finally, Arthur made me captain beyond myself.
They took my arm.
Furthermore, his head was exhausted when his life was even at stake, and even his thoughts stopped working properly.
Arm and life. Harrison asked Arthur for the latter, no doubt, but for himself both of them are synonymous. If I were deprived of my arms just like Arthur, I would certainly choose death. There can be no other way to live than a knight for Harrison. If I were enough to quit the knight, I knew better than anyone myself when I self-bladed within the knight's title still hanging on my neck.
The fact that Arthur had been given so much pain cursed him so much that he wanted to scratch his own throat, and above all, made him hate that he had been deprived of his future as a knight.
It feels as if they've even taken away their own future.
If you think you weren't the only one, that Roderick or Clark even took away the glorious future they wanted, there was too much resentment, and your head seemed to manage.
Harrison, who has mercilessly slaughtered and engraved his enemies so far, had never hated a person so much that he was about to go insane. Only the intent to kill filled my head without doing anything, so much so that I wanted to scream out beyond my stomach and until my throat withered without any sense of nausea. If Arthur hadn't woken up one more day late, he would have undoubtedly been a chunk of vengeance if he had lost his life before then. And from Arthur.
'... make sense, make sense'
Harrison seriously thinks he would have even lost sight of himself as a knight if it weren't for those words.
Because until Arthur really told me that, all I could think about was retaliation. When Arthur woke up, even when he found out he had taken his life, he prevailed over joy in getting information on his retaliators.
... I still want to kill them.
Naturally, Adam hasn't even gotten over Ashton, the general who snatched his right arm back.
In terms of irrevocably happening, he is also now the one who wants to kill far more than Val. If I get Roderick and Clark's forgiveness, I really want to keep killing him without a break for three days and three nights. There's no way I can forgive Arthur as well as myself for Roderick, and those who dropped into despair until Clark.
Even taking the General's right arm and getting that Clark word didn't clear Harrison's worries until now.... but now, no more
"Our captain is back... and there is nothing left for you to take away."
Shortly after hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha and a cry similar to the roar, the high laughter rose again.
Declare against enemies who are not here, despite the crowd of birds. Now I swirl my hegemony so much that I can surely eradicate even the Radiya Imperial Army of the National Gate by myself. Lighter as my chest bounced, faster as if before my heartbeat broke. If you give yourself up to that exaltation, you can't help waving your sword, you can't help laughing. Laughter burst into the castle at the happiness that turned from despair.
A knight unfamiliar with hearing Harrison laugh and scream feared that now was the time for Harrison to storm out as Alan said. The knights of the Sixth Squad unwittingly put up guns as they looked at each other and blinked at the same time. The deputy captain of the Sixth Squad shook his head to the side and fastened him to a knight who would either shoot an anesthesia gun or silently take confirmation. Some of those who were shallow in age when they became knights drew more blood than piles of bird carcasses.
But Harrison's excitement still doesn't hold.
"Knights, please."
I can't help but be happy with Harrison that I wanted that word for myself, and if I recall it, I shake it with joy as many times as I can.
Blood poured out into his body with tremendous momentum, and at first only his chest rattled without even chasing his thoughts.
Because Arthur asked me to protect the Knights before I became a recruit.
"There's no way I can't protect you... The Knights are all I have...!
With the pulled up laugh intact, only words were as small as solitary.
I assure you without blinking, so as to bite the joy. Only quietly swallowed and lingered within Harrison himself, who unleashed the word, scratched away by the screams of the bird.
I was entrusted with the Kingsguard Knight of Pride by Arthur, who wanted me to grow above all else. And now I was even entrusted with the Knights.
I can't help but feel exhilarated that Arthur, who grew up, wanted me to protect him from it. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of carcasses won't fit.
He keeps waving his sword and looks up at the night sky only once, turning his head against it without even stopping its fast legs. The bright full moon and the clouds that hung made Harrison think he was many times more beautiful than ever, and scorched himself.
Arthur's knight life was uninterrupted. On top of that, its Arthur turned to the recapture of Pride, the only concern at this stage. It even makes me think I can thank God for a development I've never even believed in.
He was given a mission, wanted, and now he says it's time to protect him. Now I have the certainty. The feeling of happiness burns the back of my chest helplessly.
"My captain's orders..."
With a ripped grin intact, Harrison carves the bird relentlessly with each feather.
Many times I bathe a large amount of returning blood from my head with fragments, but Harrison's grin remains the same. Instead, I don't even care if blood or fragments get into my mouth, laughing hahahahahahahahahahahaha. It would spit out lightly if it made it harder to breathe, but otherwise it was treated the same way as rain and water splashes.
A bird rips more than two into an invisible shredder and falls. Instead of a flock of birds being held back from invasion by the medium range between Squad III and Squad VI and more than a long-range attack, they are gradually scattered ahead of the castle gate. The defense, which could have been held back until now but could not have caught up any further, now swallows the swarm of birds in reverse.
Harrison Dirk, alone.
Harrison doesn't care if they call birds all over the country or if they're going to push them to extinction.
He won't stop until he runs out of all the bird bullets that hold back the castle gate. Is it first that Squad Three identifies the location of the special abilities, or is it first that the birds run out? Either way, there was no fine dust willing to stop with the boiling urge.
Now that Clark is allowed to defend the castle gate and Arthur is allowed to fight, he waves the sword at all costs.
I will continue to do, do and do all I can for the four lords I have recognized.
"Woo hoo,............ be filled......!
Because that's his existential meaning.