"Sister......! Good...... eh.... well, good for you... eh.
Since Tiara jumped back into Pride's chest. For a while, no word came out of anyone's mouth.
Stayle, Arthur, Cedric, no knight. No one can swallow the sight in front of them. Special abilities that Tiara suddenly showed. The mere fact that she had the power of prediction was shocking, but the phenomenon that ensued was still unbelievable to everyone.
I was so daydreaming that I was made to experience a world of despair in just a moment.
As soon as they were influenced by Tiara's predictions, they were certainly "there" from each point of view. The despair and sense of loss felt at that time, all of which remained vividly in their hearts even after it was over.
It was all my emotions that made me cry, raise my voice, and mourn and suffer. But if you finish it, it won't stay in shape anymore. Pride is alive, and we stand there in the same arrangement that we did when we saw the prediction. It felt like everyone was stuck in a fox.
Furthermore, there is nothing to be sure that even the pride now held by Tiara has really gone back to sanity.
Though she didn't look as aggressive as she had been before, that face was like a powerless doll that kept overflowing with tears until she let her fall. It's also convincing to say that the evil has fallen, but they still don't even know for sure what happened between Tiara and Pride.
"................................................................................................."
of pride, except for those words.
Neither Style nor Arthur can keep their eyes open for the pride of being held irresistibly in front of them. However, I still have the feeling when my pride grabbed me by the hem and pulled me back, and the feeling of my overlapping hands. As soon as we laid our hands on Pride, the hope and anxiety of being the girlfriend we knew mixed and we shook those hands terribly.
The Horseman of the Seventh Regiment, fearful step by step, comes again to see how Pride is doing. Cedric, who doesn't move from behind Tiara, and Style and Arthur, who break their knees in front of Pride to pinch Tiara. Aside from them, several knights surrounded and watched her from a certain distance.
"................................................ Tiara.
Poop, and.
It was the moment when she passed to her chin, dripping and tears fell. That mouth opens again after a long silence when the pride I was relieved of.
Tiara also tied her lips with Pride in her arms, clearing her ears.
Everyone kills their breath and waits for her words. And the pride that was leaning up slowly raised its face.
"... thanks. I love you, too. My... proud sister.
Pride laughs.
It was an eyebrow-dropping, powerless smile, but its soft voice, well known to everyone, and its clear purple eyes were undoubtedly their known pride.
To Pride's words, now Tiara couldn't move with a stiff tremor on the spot. Gyu...... and tighten his pride with more force in his arms. Still, it doesn't matter. Pride mopped Tiara's back gently sneezing up with her left arm.
Then, now I see Cedric, who was standing right behind Tiara.
Cedric, who still looked tense, tied his lips tight and stared at pride with a strong expression. I wouldn't dare say anything. Pride also found out he wasn't angry.
Extend your left hand as it was on Tiara's back.
Grab the hand unloaded by Cedric, who has become a bar, and grab it to wrap his fingertips around it. Cedric, who raised and lowered his shoulders as soon as he did so, fell on one knee to panic. Peek straight into your pride in a low position and squeal your throat.
"... I can't say enough. Thanks,...... I'm so sorry.
Talk softly and stretch the hand you were holding onto Cedric's head, which was close to your height.
Dirt with mud or sweat and stroke the gusty, messy, golden hair as if you forgot your original hair texture. Cedric ate and tied his teeth to the hand that accompanied him to fix his hair tips and, above all, to the words of pride. Still, only his eyes shook violently, and he narrowed his eyebrows with strength to respond to her.
There are countless words to convey to Pride, appeasements, and denials of apologies. Still, I realize that if I say a word about it now, I won't stop. I just keep my head deeply lowered that I can stroke to respond to her now.
"Eh... p, ride eh...
I couldn't stand it and the first person to raise my voice was Stile.
Pride's hand stops at the mixed voice color of hesitation and anxiety. Pride, who lowered his hand from Cedric and reattached his left hand to Tiara's back, dropped his gaze as he let each face bow.
Right now, he said he'd have eyes on Style or Arthur next to each other just by turning his face to either left or right. I hesitated terribly to think so. Because Pride remembers everything he did.
"Dear Pop Ride...?
Now Arthur called.
Why don't you look at me? Why do you keep smiling at me when I can't do that? And above all, the suspicion of whether pride has really returned still remains.
Arthur's shaky voice narrowed between his pride dripping brows. He bites into his mouth only once, desperately suppressing his trembling body and raising his face.
"... Style.
First, turn to the left.
Straight to himself from body to body, all his facial muscles were stiff with his eyes open as he was about to complain. Still pale and originally white skin is extra blue and white.
My lips, only slightly open when I say something, don't move with trembling nervously. Only a fine breath was spun out of the gap.
"... Arthur.
Then turn right.
Turning to each body, he stood on one knee, a glare. Ringing my throat to the point where it sounds gory on one of my pride calls.
Squeeze your lips and eat and bind them to the point where your jaw trembles. My crying pale eyes reflected my pride without blinking one more time. Strength stirred in his hand holding the sword on the stone fold, and his shoulders rose.
"... both of you, please.
Slowly, sound by sound. Softly and clearly put into words.
Sharpening their hearing so they wouldn't miss hearing Pride's words, the two hardened themselves. Furthermore, "please" and wait, sipping on the words that can be continued.
Tiara, who kept her pride in her arms as the knights watched, finds herself unexpectedly uncomfortable. Pride's left hand, which is still spinning on his back, against which for some reason his right hand remained tucked away in front of Pride's own chest.
And now its right hand is gently stretched inside Tiara's uniform. Close to pride and burying her face on her shoulders, she doesn't even know what exactly she's doing, even if she realizes the feeling. And... it was too late when I realized.
"Don't forgive me.
The words uttered with trembling voices make both Stile and Arthur white in their heads.
The moment my body was stiff as it froze to my fingertips and I forgot to breathe. Pride grabs the knife provided for Tiara's uniform without sound. The space sandwiched with their bodies was a blind spot in anyone's eyes, unless it was a peek in. Tiara notices, the breath-taking sound plunders her ears, and at the same time Pride puts that blade only through the movement of her hands.
"You shouldn't.
... stopped, was stopped.
Pasi, and. The knife, which no one should see, is grabbed from the top first.
With the hands of armor, every knife's hand was grabbed by an eagle, and the powerless pride could no longer move any more than trembling.
Give me the knife I tried to stick to my heart.
A ringing occurs as Pride shivers his hands with a clatter.
Tiara hastily held onto her own uniform with both hands and hit Cedric, who was behind her if she jumped away from her pride. Still push Cedric with his back and take a few more steps back, holding him down by making sure he hugs his group clothes from body to body with his trembling body.
Because her uniform, which is planted with many knives, can easily be taken away if she reaches out again. Eric and the knights also enter between Pride and Tiara, inhibiting more than that.
Pride still won't let go of the knife held down as the knights make a slight noise as to whether they still remain brainwashed.
I desperately resist that hand, which is not even vicious, but it is still not hostile. Bite his lower lip and look at him grabbing the knife with only his upper eyes with a rugged look on his face. And he complained with a voice that could plunder as he moistened his wet eyes even more.
"... let go, please... eh.... Captain Column Huh... Please, how about... eh.
Let me die. I'm not a resentful voice.
That voice, like a heartfelt appeal, was terribly sad. But still, the column holding her hand "can't," I said no in one word, looking straight back.
Only one column kept an eye out from both hands of Pride as everyone on this occasion watched Pride speak and its mouth movements and expressions.
To prevent her from self-sacrificing.
"I'm afraid, Lord Pride, if you'll excuse me.
"Huh.... I, uh... I still don't know if I'm really sane...! Also when... do such horrible things...
To the words of the unwavering column, Pride, who complained with a screaming voice, once again put his strength into the hand holding the knife.
But I'm still not scared. Pride seeping tears into his eyes again, before the unrivaled power, was worn out from anyone's eyes.
I don't know exactly why I was able to go back to my sanity. Is it just temporarily back to sanity now, or is madness smoking in my depths even while I'm doing this? Furthermore, the cause is not disease, but special abilities. Now that there is no cure, I couldn't find a word to deny that anxiety of pride, not only the knights, but even the style.
Please, please, please. Still, to a column that won't let go at all. Pride continues to lay multiple appeals in tears.
I'm no match for force, but that's why I didn't have the strength to force myself to take the knife from the column. You can't let go of your hands clean, and your hands and knife remain stiffened in a fixed position, from your forearm to your two arms dripping.
Karavan.
The sound of the metal suddenly dropping sounded light.
If the knights and pride accidentally turned their eyes in the direction of sound, the tension who sounded the sound came forward.
Pride calls him with a plundering voice, letting him pass on to his cheeks only for a portion overflowing with seeping tears.
"Hurrah, Captain...