"I'd rather search for you and Tippett than me. Thoroughly, please.
The knights were a little relieved by the calm, usual voice of the style.
While Captain Kenneth asks the knights to confirm the status of the search, he pays attention to Stayle and Adam. I ordered the knights, the guards of the style, to "pay no attention" and "jump out if you need anything" with little to no mouth movement.
Goboggoho...... and Adam's cough gradually loosens its intensity and subsides. Style, who keeps looking at that from the front, decides it's time to come back and have some room to listen.
"Sister, tell me where you are. And solve the special abilities.
Repeat the same request.
Having already tasted the overwhelming power and the decisive difference in strength and defeat, Adam finally got his thoughts moving in his brain, where oxygen began to spin. Even if you don't want to admit it, you understand that you can't beat Steele in battle. I am completely toothless that I, the Crown Prince, should have excelled in various combat techniques as the first prince of an invading nation.
Gradually he not only coughed, but then roared at the cobblestone to distract his anger with "Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" If he deliberately laughed at him with his nose to give him contempt, Adam also reacted violently to the slightest sound he missed enough to hear.
Before you breathe properly, peel out your eaten and tied teeth, turn your face, and pick up your sword. He pokes the cobblestone like a wand at the tip of a sword and manages to stand up loosely. Style looked cool at the traces of chains left on his neck and his bloody face behind the details.
I don't think of Stayle as anything, no matter how stuffy Adam gets at the pain. Compared to pride and Arthur's pain, I seriously think this degree is even awkward to put in the pain.
Ha...... Adam, staring out of breath hah, wiped away the zero spit with the back of his hand at the end of his cough. And at the end of the day, pull up the end of your mouth as you breathe with your shoulders to build up your prestige.
"... you do it, the rise of the Kingdom of Bakemon.
"You too will be the rise of slaves who draw the blood of the kingdom of Friesia.
Gillick, Adam eats and binds his teeth better to Style's words.
Blood climbs to my head the other way I intend to take calm from the style. As hatred burst up and erupted all at once from his grated head, Style overlaid words to roll in the palm of his hand.
"Shame on you for what. You mean you were a slave? Is that what you're pulling our country's blood for?... Oh, both. Though neither is an element that should be flouted in our country if it were to be.
It is certainly easy to be the object of contempt if they find out that you were a slave. But as a country, it's only a victim.
But Adam hated both of them so much that he felt nauseous.
Adam rattles his teeth so tightly that his back teeth shrink and are slashed with his sword again, but it still doesn't reach the style.
"But your demeaning of my sister deserves death.
Turn the sharply released thrust into orbit, not just the sword, after all.
I tangle Adam's sword past slipping my blade with only the sword and wrist movement, and at the next moment I play it out of that hand. The sound played as he joined forces with Gagi, and Adam's sword was unleashed into the universe. Drawing an arc, Adam followed only his neck back with a sword falling behind him. But there was no way the sword would come back, and he made a hard noise about twice and rolled into a stone fold.
Looking back to the front, it was after the tip of the sword was stuck in his throat. Turn your throat and hold hands where nothing is gone. Style's sword, which had been stopped many times before, now plumped the thin skin of Ningro without being drawn. Adam understands that his neck will undoubtedly be pierced on its own if he even does one of the kushami on this occasion.
Sticking a sharper eye than the sword to Adam, Stayle moved her mouth only in a faceless manner.
"You know what I mean? There's no way I'm gonna lose to you, sister. Tell me where you are.
"... what if I stab you? If you kill me, you won't get your pride, your queen, your king's mate, your regent back for life, though.
tingling, and Style's eyebrows moved to cramp.
I realize that and again Adam to Nimaa...... and an uncomfortable grin spills. Contrary to the apparent fulfilment of Stayle's intent to kill, he has not been subjected to one cut rather than another, no matter how many times he has done it. Adam also naturally realized that there was nothing but being beaten with a pattern.
Style's intent to kill is real. But you can't kill Adam. The top tier has already woken up, but Pride remains hung with special abilities. Because unless he solves it, he can't get his pride heart back for the rest of his life.
And Adam was talking about it after he figured it out. I can't kill myself, and I can't touch you. It was more than a shackle admonition to Style.
"He's the best right now. Never ~ ~ Never let go.... you too. Come on, aren't you aware?
Throat Buddha up and down regardless of the tip of the poked sword, speak.
"What?," he asked briefly, overflowing with a grin that galloped the Guerraggera and throat. Shake your shoulders vertically and laugh unchanged as the tip of your sword scratches the skin of your throat. To Adam, who was not going to go on, Style urged him to answer again by putting his strength into his sword-shaking hand. Then the back of Adam's finesse glistened guilariously and looked up at the style. And now I abruptly dive my voice and throw it just at the style.
"... crazy guy by then even using special abilities before. Yes. Besides, this is the first time Bakemon has taken precedence over what I want.
"Want...?
Repeat Adam's whining, accidentally.
I cleared my ears so that suddenly my submerged voice wouldn't be scratched out by the wind, and I was careful not to let Adam get too close to me as I followed that mouth movement.
To the word "hope," Style recalls the words of Jill Bale the night before.
"In order not to fulfill the wishes of the Crown Prince, he always desires the ruin of himself."
As the saying goes, if Pride is still trying to redeem himself from Adam's brainwashing. If that's why you're still about to throw yourself into ruin.
The moment I thought so, the impatience I had forgotten around the corner sprang up again. Quickly, if we don't stop Pride soon, we'll unconsciously have power in our hands.
Then Adam, sniffing away the agony of the style, rattled his nose and spun the continuation.
"Exceptional among the guys who had qualities. Don't get me wrong, okay? I'm not the only one doing this right now. Don't you think it's bad that your sister had such qualities in the first place?
See? More than that, I ask Steele to agree.
Style, who draws on what Adam wants to say, eats and ties his teeth. I don't know what Adam is talking about. But I have also heard from the Chief of Staff that not everyone driven by Adam's madness is the same crazy way.
To the style of saying nothing, Adam let defenselessly spread his hands high. I caught more of the fine, pulled up grin and said, "Tsumma, Ri, no!," he now straightens his throat so that the knights watching him can hear him.
"Pride originally had the qualities to be such a person."
"Don't be ridiculous."
It was now in an instant that blood went up on his head, and Stayle stuck his shoulder to block him with a sword he pulled once with his open eyes.
I raised my voice horribly ragged by the gouache and the severe pain in my shoulder, but while I cramped the end of my mouth to withstand the pain, Adam only loosens the back of its detail with pleasure and returns it to the style.
"Huh... so? It happened because of its qualities.
"Is that why you were such a wonderful princess until you went mad?"
"Ha-ha-ha! That would be great, wouldn't it? There's no such thing as a freesian princess. Even if it's Radiya, it doesn't make him feel any better."
"What do you do to your country?" "Pride is the queen of our country."
Pushing his strength into the sword that skewered Adam, he scraped his bones and pushed them in, and his voice rose.
But after distorting his face in pain, Adam laughs again as he drips sweat like a waterfall.
Lick your upper lip as you lick the fierceness of the style, making the back of your thin eyes look suspiciously glowing. For some reason he suddenly whispers and silences himself. Only a grin named Nitanita pulled the thread, and Style felt creepy that she stopped saying anything.
I stare at Adam as I tighten my guard as to when he will follow the gap. Again, ask where Pride is, but still don't answer. The style sharply grinds your eyes to Adam, who distorts his face only with the emotions of nitanita nitanita and joy. I want to ask what you want to say, but I also understand that it might fit during the opponent's surgery. But even while you're at it, if you think that time is passing momentarily, your impatience will waver again on the style.
"" Pride...?
Sticky words were released as whispers.
As soon as that happened, Style shook his shoulder for the first time. I feel it on my skin before my head when I say a word I shouldn't say to my worst opponent.
Tie your lips, pull your sword out of Adam and take two steps back. Seeing Adam consciously breathing repeatedly to calm himself, the grin was still anchored to the style as he held onto his stabbed shoulder.
"P ~ rayid.... Is that what you're calling it?
hey...... and laughing with a snuggly grin.
It wasn't before Adam that Style called Pride that. It's nothing to be ashamed of, because the queen, Rosa, and her brother-in-law Vest, also call each other by name. But for some reason, I remember the illusion that it is sexually obnoxious just to spin it out of Adam's mouth.
Keep squeezing your lips as you stiffen yourself, and a laugh will be released from Adam that will make you laugh hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
"Pride, pride, pride, pride, pride, pride, pride! I'm so comfortable with my brother-in-law. I'm desperate because I tailored her to a sister who's convenient for Temehe. I'm old enough to have a family."
My head is heated by the mockery and insult of Adam, who is also likely to reach under the tower.
Pretty much, the blood in my body runs on my head. The hand that was holding the sword shivers and narrows its field of view. Aware that he had run out of breath and dried up into his mouth, Stayle told himself that it was just a provocation. But while I understand it, I still feel scared about my relationship with Pride, rather than denying it. His back, which should have stretched upright, turned against him, and he stood up to avoid Adam's vomiting words.
"I'm telling you, your big big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big. You're not letting go of my ideal woman, are you? Pride will remain like this until you die.
Style chewed out his mouth without words.
And I'm still convinced Adam isn't even willing to tell me where Pride is from the beginning. He walks over with all his strength on his feet and skewers Adam with his gaze ahead of his sword as he wraps his charred hegemony around him. But Adam laughed at the style unchanged as he shook his head and showed it to Yurayura, without looking like he was retreating.
"Good, huh? Kill me. If I'm gonna die for that woman, I want it. You don't mind torture, do you? If you take it all for your pride, it's all a reward.
Ask Style out, spitting all the unusual words.
Shut up, and once Style's mouth moved, I felt comfortable speaking. Then now I walk over to the style with my hands wide open from both of Adam's.
"You hate me, don't you? Kill me. If I'm lucky, I'll get everything back to normal. If I fail, I'm done. If I see that woman now, you'll just get killed. Ah, or you'll kill her."
Pickles, picks, sounds of blood vessels cutting off at the last word.
Squeeze your fists so tight that your nails eat in to avoid inadvertently and impulsively killing Adam, eating and tying your teeth. Adam, with his hands wide open if he noticed, was approaching the distance that Steele's hand could reach. As the knights raised their voices to Dear Steele, Steele finally turned away from her eyes as if Adam's very existence had become poisonous, unable to move with her face nodded. The pimples and strong strained shoulders trembled and he fought his intent to kill as he strained himself.
"I'm telling you, I don't like your pride anymore. I only think about you guys right now.... Shall I tell you? Why would I get pride if I killed you?
I remember the first word Adam proclaimed.
"Kill you and you'll get your pride."
I only thought of it as meaning that pride would be available as long as there were no more obstacles, but signs of deliberate discomfort rubbed against my skin as if Adam's words made it contain.
Now Style swallowed the inside of his mouth, thinking he would kill this man in front of him if he lost any of his mind. to the enduring style. Still, Adam whispered a sloppy voice as he drowned his covetousness.
"Pride said it." I'll give you me "if I kill you, come on...? Hey, don't you think that's the best oral complaint I've ever had?
Around.
Stile's face builds momentum. Adam throated as excited by that swirling look of despair and rejection, hatred. The starchy emotions of Style, who had won so much earlier, were aggregated there.
Impossible, I also understand that even if I want to say it in my mouth, if it's my current pride, I can easily say it. My face turned bright red with anger, my fists were visible and I trembled bluntly.
To the fierce look of today's best style, Adam dictates the direction of the words so that he puts on the area. For Stayle, he chooses the most unbearable words to hear and sprinkles them in front of him.
"Was that a stain? Hey, if you're my brother-in-law, have you ever seen him in pride? Ha ha! Hey, what do you think it would feel like to hold him?
I love you, too, Style.
The unsteady memories of the style become obnoxious.
"You're not gonna get tired of burying your face in that hair and shaving it again and again, are you? Isn't that too much pride rubbing off on me or something?
"My only dear brother."
Even in the midst of pride leopard weirdness, my memory with her, who has supported it, is smeared with Adam's words.
Important memories, pride temperatures, kindness and thoughts are all painted on obnoxious footage.
It's far more humiliating than being demeaned, and I can throw up an unforgivable word.
Chills run into the fact that it's as if Adam's story actually did that already.
"Hurry up, shake your ass, shake your back. You can't stay without me." Come on. Oh, you're still a maiden. "You're going to have a tendency to teach, aren't you?... Ah. But he's better off on the fuckin 'side than on the fuckin' side..."
"Even if the next queen is disqualified, please... let me be your sister until the end of the day."
"Shut up..."
That's all I could ask.
Grab Adam's chest and tighten it up. With a voice that exhales from his belly, he pushes it down to the force as he grabs it up. Adam, laughing with his hands wide open, was slapped from his shoulder by the stone fold as it was. I'm confused by the pain of hitting it, and I don't even realize that Nitaa and Adam's grin has pulled up.
He shook his hand, grasping it up, chanting again, "Shut up" as he crossed Adam, who fell on his back and bent his back, his pitch-black eyes burning, full of hatred.
Dear Style, I can't even hear the noise and rushing in with the knights... and I snap my eating teeth out of my ears. Adam slowly grabbed himself up as he looked up out of focus as if he wasn't even seeing Adam anymore, sliding his hands into both hands
"………………… is…? …………………………"
... nothing, didn't happen.
Adam opened his eyes as he touched Style's hand, which was not covered in armor.
Leak your voice and make sure you do touch it. With the special ability of madness, touch the style with that hand that drives the touched, nothing.
Style also noticed that fact after a few beats late. The knights who have rushed in also stop on the way to compare the two. Stunningly glancing at Adam and the stiff style with Adam pushed down.
"Ma... madness... or..."
Now it is time for the question to be released from Adam's dead throat.
Style doesn't answer that question. I silently grabbed Adam's chest and dropped my gaze with force in my hand.
Now grab Steele's wrist clearly so Adam can be sure. But there was still no change in the style. Adam touched his head directly to further determine. Eagle, pour special abilities directly on the head while touching to disrupt the dark hair of the style.... but it still doesn't change anything.
…………
"What... not only the Chancellor, but even the Prince. Bakemon. Come on."
Contrary to the silent style, Adam is disturbed.
Put your strength into the eagle grabbed hand, and reduce your fingers. Apply pressure to the scalp all the time. The surprise prevailed over the pain, Style, but the head, which had been heated off until just now, cooled out abruptly. Assemble and build one hypothesis while remaining intent on killing Adam.
"... your special abilities certainly didn't work for the crazy once...
Reinforce your hand grabbing your chest once again.
A pompous, solitary grunting voice was dropped over Adam. Arthur's testimony and information from the Chief of Staff. And look at one possibility from Adam's current statement.
If Jilbel was targeted, just like the top tier, and he was the only one whose special abilities were not appropriate. Adam's "Once Mad" is not limited to Adam's special abilities. For example:
"... then how about me...?
It's like throwing words at Adam to make sure.
Adam opened his eyes to that unreadable throw of intent and slowly put his shoulders up and down on Style's face. That expression, closer to darkness than nothing, had a harshness as if it had transformed darkness into the form of man.
Style knows, Jill Bale's past.
That in the past he couldn't stand the sickness of Maria, who was his fiancée, and even collapsed his self as its prime minister. Running to selfish selfishness and selfishness, he had a rampage that could involve even the country as far as the surplus was concerned.
Simply because the demon gave it away, now it's easy to say it's been revamped. But then from the eyes of Style, who has been involved as Prime Minister and next Regent together, the transformation of Gilbert at the time. The more I think about it...
"I couldn't stand it."
"The most important person in the world... is captured in the tower of separation by the way the person to be protected is transformed,... and continues to be driven by the urge and fear to kill with his own hands those who want to protect him even in lieu of his life! Keep fighting……………"
I had sleepless nights, sometimes unconscious.
I scratched my throat in despair and hatred over and over again . I still think it was such a hell of a day that it seemed easier to die. It would have been too ugly if I remembered myself then. And...
I think I missed it once.
"Hands off my sister, the most hateful man in the world barking next to the most important person in the world..."
If I recall, that alone makes the intent to kill even more intense and cloudy.
For once, it did save me. Before it went completely crazy, Arthur pulled me back before it really put pride on my hands. But even Adam and the others took its only stronghold. Furthermore, Pride joined the rebellion and was spiritually hunted down again until Arthur told the truth.
"We who nearly killed our only salvation partner and even took his right arm..."
cloudy, more concentrated than any other. Besides, even a distant knight makes his spine cold.
Adam, looking up at Style, can't help but notice what he looks like. Hatred and murderous intentions. To put it alone, I breathe in love with a style that is darker and more hectic than anyone I've ever met in the world. "Woohoo, this is Pride's brother." And it's so harsh in color that it seems honest.
"There's no way I can stay sane.
When I realized, it was time for Steele's hands to hang on Adam's neck.
Pressure was applied sparsely from the finger to that throat of the trace, which still could not heal. Without blinking, the ever-penetrating pitch-black glance was swirling darker than the night sky overhead.
Not like just now.
Because now that Adam's special abilities don't work, Style can touch him without hesitation. With his hips down, Style finally horsebacks Adam. If I could kneel down and put force on my thumb, gua...... the groan leaked briefly.
It's disgusting to touch, but at the same time, I really want to torment you with this hand.
Pink black eyes glow in the dark night. The moon-lit face of Style is painted with killing intent and stained with hate. Strangled and groaned, Adam burned the look into his eyes. Its colour is pleasant, hosting a misery and harshness similar to that of pride. Cloudy, with more and more eyes, Adam was left with only the end of his mouth still pulling up without force.
The intent to kill continues to increase indefinitely, striking that face, mouth, eyes, and all over the body of the style just to feel the breath. Open your eyes to the extreme and distort with your mouth tied.
Shivering not only his strangled hands and fingers, but also his broken knee, the style is uncomfortable with the bitter taste in his mouth and the tingling in the back of his throat, yet his eyes cannot remain fixed from the culprit in front of him.
It's all unforgivable that a man who is now holding his life touched his pride, crawled his lips into that clean hand, lined up next to it, not himself or Arthur, exchanged words, and breathed the same air. Because such a man almost deprived me of everything that was important to me.
And now he was insulted and dishonored by the most important beings in the world.
"Apologize a hundred million times. But I won't forgive you.
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Adam gasps for a precisely compressed throat, unlike when chained. Each time, loosen the force of your hand, tighten it again, and loosen it again. Repeating it over and over again to keep him from dying, Stayle continued to manage Adam's life and death with eyes so open that his white eyes peeled off.
"Spit it out. Where's Pride? Answer within three seconds.
He said it was from then on.
With so much awesome killing and hegemony, Steele's mental state is judged to be at stake, and the knights call diligently from across the bridge. Dear Mr. Stayle, please calmly complain but it does not arrive.
"... ahuid... ahuid,... pra,... d is...
"Where are you, answer before you kill me?
A few knights' shoulders reached their ears in a mouthful like Harrison's.
Over and over again, strangle and loosen, eagle grabbing the disturbed dark purple hair with one hand loosened from his neck to encourage Adam to confess. He slammed his back of his head against the stone fold and ordered him to "throw up" again.
The knights doubted their eyes for their inconceivable lack of forgiveness from their usual style and their less harsh appearance as princes.
"...... id...... of.......................................................
Twist, and Adam moves his mouth.
I have acres of hair on my face, and I don't even know if my eyes are alive or dead. Still, it doesn't matter. Style slammed him on the stone fold again and urged him.
In a little while, if you crack your mouth in a little, your hands will get even rougher if you are driven by agitation. If I scorch again, I'll strangle you again. I'll put my hand on Adam's neck again. Adam's foot stomps the stone fold in vain, as it stomps. After stomping on Ga, Ga, and Cancer, he finally stretched out to the foot to clamp and stone fold.
From the front, the knights repeat the call. Please calm down, Master Stayle. I'm going to die, and I'm going to appeal to us to leave the rest to you, but it won't arrive. Whether you're looking around the world for Tiara or Arthur, such as someone who can deliver words to the ears of the current style.
"Ahh.... oh shit.
Zach...
Shortly after you've made your body hard on the voices you're used to hearing. A fever ran on Style's leg.
A flash to my foot that was kneeling on the cobblestone while I was horseback ridden by Adam. There is blood, and almost simultaneously heat bites from both knees. Ripped flesh causes nerves to scream and strain their throats. The hand that accompanied Adam's neck was stretched out, and he left. If you raise your voice to the severe pain, the knights you noticed will pop up this time. The teeth eating and tying style is finally noticed there.
to Adam's mouth pulling up ugly under his acred hair, stripping his teeth and laughing.
"Oh? I can't, if I stay. I hadn't shackled him yet."
That there was a hidden door in the stone fold behind it.
That I was being directed to the place by Adam. And...
"Then you can't kill me, right?
Appeared from behind, in the presence of a lass boss to protect.