"...................................................?
Arthur, who saw the moment, also opened his eyes.
It's not just stunning. His eyes, which should have shimmered rotten, were cloudy as if they had preceded despair, and the lifted mouth end was slightly spasmodic. Dear Pride? I accidentally hang up a carefree voice, but still have no reaction at all. I was relieved as if the processing hadn't caught up with the situation in front of me.
Arthur reaches out to her right hand in horror, thinking she's going to be captured with one hand now. Then the moment his fingertips touched him, Pride waved away from Arthur as he finally realized.
Bachi! and the painful sounds of hands playing each other, Arthur takes the stand again. But there is no further pursuit from Pride.
"What, whoa..."
I tremble all over my body with a mess while my legs don't move like they were sewn on.
If Cedric was the one Tiara chose, he definitely came this far to kill himself. rioting, inviting the Radical Empire into its own country, a rampage that could even bring the international postal service back to the blisters, and conspiracy with the Radical Empire he hates. And he was sinned innocently. "I fell into it. In all its elements Cedric has good reason to kill himself. There's no way he won't take the sword for his beloved Tiara.
He also says he's not willing to kill.
Why did you come so far and think you could kill me?
Despair and rejection of reality strike pride.
Neither Style nor Arthur or Leon, and most importantly even Cedric, who was chosen by Tiara, will kill himself. Then what shall I do, and who will kill me? Even though I need my own death for a happy ending.
Rejection mixes with confusion and messes with each other like your head mixed with a fork. I have to die. My hope is to corrupt the kingdom of Friesia. And coloring a happy ending. Yet you are.
That, neither has been accomplished.
…………………………
Everyone is surprised by the pride that keeps them silent.
Only one Adam understood what was happening to Pride himself, and he kept falling in love with her, letting his eyes shine and silently relieve him with a sloppy open mouth fitted with monkeys.
Contrary to that, Cedric doesn't even know what went wrong with his statement. I am too anxious to know if I have revealed anything again, but the reaction around me was the same. Style also kept asking about his rigid pride, and Tiara also let her small shoulder stretch wide and strong with her chest held down with both hands. One step, I tried to get close, but at that moment the knight stopped me.
As soon as that happens, Cedric will step forward to keep Tiara out of custody. But if I get pinched by four knights there, I won't be able to move two more. Dear sister, there's no way Tiara can reach Pride across the stone bridge while you call her to chant.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my God, oh, my God."
"………………"
Holding his head with his weapon-grabbing hand, he leaned down and screamed his throat ripped out of pride.
To her immersed in madness, a crack enters.
The madness that should have only been the driving force robs him of his place to go and offends his head by not fulfilling either. Scratch thoughts, destroy brain signals, and stab them with countless needles from the inside. It emitted heat from the inside out and scorched out like a machine that flowed past the current.
Tiara accidentally stopped on that voice, which strayed from the normal track. The knight, who was behind Tiara, stiffened his legs and pushed by his voice, takes it. And stared at pride without a voice.
The whisper, which seemed like a crack in the head, scratched Arthur's tympanic membrane confronting Pride.
I called him "Dear Pride," and for a moment I thought it was a trap, but I couldn't let it go. Style also flies up with Adam again. The moment Arthur tried to reach out, he raised his face vigorously so that Pride could shake his long hair. The shouting stops at the same time, and everyone takes a breath without thinking about that look of pride.
Distorted by pain, to a look like a similarity of anger boiled down. That look of pride I had never seen before was mixed with hatred. And at the same time.
"The Crown Prince is a prince."
Dominic and Captain Kenneth call to their men shortly afterwards.
If Style looked back at the scream, there was no Adam ahead to poke him out. Running into the place where he was supposed to be, reaching out but not reaching for anything. The knight who was poking his sword at Adam also looked around and quickly switched to a form of protecting the style.
Disappeared while Pride was depriving me of my attention. but the knight wasn't entirely out of attention either. The knight is not sweet enough to escape into that gap. That means he disappeared nonetheless.
"It's a hidden door. The target is transparent."
With that said, Dominic, also a temperature-sensitive special capability man, ran in from across the stone bridge and put up a gun.
The hidden door, the only means to get inside, was opened, and Adam jumped in there clearly perceived the special ability of temperature sensing. If the stiles also turn their eyes, the hidden doors, which until earlier had been closed and assimilated to stone folds, would somehow be open.
I don't care if you miss him or Arthur, he runs out to the open hidden door. All the temperature-sensitive knights put up their guns and aimed them at Adam before they could escape the scene. Before Adam disappears completely into the interior of the tower, there are several dry sounds of the tree spirit. Brilliantly everything hit,
The gun (...) was (...) structured (...) uh (...) ridden (...) a soldier (...) held down his hand and groaned.
"A, hahahaha......
Pride's gun blew fire before shooting at Adam.
Pride, who should have been drank by passion with his head just now, is laughing. The mouth ends pulled up like cramps were powerless and the eyes cloudy.
Arthur's departure from pride in pursuit of Adam was a failure. He was Arthur, who jumped reflexively to the sound of a gun, wondering if he had been shot at himself, but the purpose of Pride was not already him.
A temperature-sensitive special ability man who can see Adam and Tippett. Her gun was released just to stop the hand and stop it.
Shit, it was after the concealed door closed when everyone thought it was. The temperature-sensitive special abilities who captured the figure in pain clearly saw Adams disappear under the cobblestone.
Arthur tried to open a closed hidden door, but already assimilated it to a stone fold. That can't be opened from the outside.
Val dropped me under the tower and I lost my mind, finally waking up and Tippett, who came up, kept asking me how things were going through the gap between the hidden doors. Kill the signs, aim for a gap in Adam's recapture, and now. Style lets go of Adam and retrieves the moment everyone's consciousness deviates to pride.
Arthur sticks his sword out trying to open a closed hidden door, but still doesn't open it.
The other knights chased after him and tried to open it, but it was still futile. Arthur put out his sword. There's nothing there anymore, assimilated to other stone tatami. Instead of the handle, I don't even know what the connection is.
I can't even swallow it in my mouth, and the knights hang up with me for some way. No guns, no swords, no concealed doors even if attacked with special abilities. Then.
"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
The laughter of pride echoes.
Put your gun and sword in your hands and literally laugh like crazy. Looking up to heaven with his spread arms, he glanced dangerously, shaking his long, deep-red hair, and his face tided red was illuminated by the moonlight, as if he were a phantom.
What the hell is so strange about it?
I know if my pride has simply gone mad. But the collaborators, Adam and the others, ran away with pride. And why did I miss them? Arthur rushed out to pride as one question came up after another.
Dear Pride, I shouted, and even when I approached him, Pride would not take his place, nor would he look. I don't stop laughing so tall that I think it's really broken. Grab her hand. It grabbed me so badly, and still Pride wouldn't stop laughing with his shoulders trembling.
"Why did you miss him?"
Style cries bright red in his face.
Pride can't bear to laugh at the blues and stare at the angry emotions as they are. But Pride, laughing as Arthur grabbed his left hand, rhythmed with his feet for fun. Tanttatans also hum their heels and shake their bodies again and again as they dance. She finally releases anything but a laugh out of her mouth, suppressing the urge to dance out.
"It's settled. Because..."
Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
While doing so, many knights manage not to break the hidden doors, somehow inside, crossing the stone bridge and one knight after the other moving to the observation deck. Surround Tiara and Cedric so that the knights can protect and hold them back.
Ask the main unit to throw a report while Steele desperately searches for a way. Watching it, Pride pulled up a grin. She doesn't even pretend to run away like the resistance I just had to. But a creepy grin that I don't even think I noticed bothered anyone. And finally, Pride tilts his neck, spinning out the continuation of a word cut once with a look that is also visible as a trance.
"Now, something that finally ends.
The voice, which seemed to be solitary and pregnant with evil, did not sound very loud in the noise.
It reached only Arthur and the knights, who were at close range. is………… and Arthur unwittingly asks back to it. Style was also surprised by the laughter of pride and how Arthur and the others were, and looked back at his eyebrows violently. I tried to rush back to my pride myself, that's when.
The scaffolding is disintegrating.
"If I'm about to get caught, do as you're told."
An explosion that pierces the eardrum heard from below the observation deck.
Everyone on the observation deck was stirred by a blast blowing out of the crack at his feet with the collapse.