"Hurrah, Captain...
Pride enters again into his appearance as he walks beside himself as the knights give way.
Naturally she remembers what she did to Alan. I thought again, and if I turned my eyes to those ears, that was all I could not stand and I meditated my eyes strongly. Pushed to the lid, tears overflow unnecessarily. He rang his throat, and if he leaned down, he shook out his neck by neck, even as he raised his face again.
Alan walks over silently.
Stop next to pride without calling and break your knees. He then turned his eyes to Pride's hand, which solidified as he was held down by a knife on the column.
Reach out and communicate your intentions to the column with only your eyes. Besides, the column's eyes opened for a moment and I hesitated. But after biting his mouth into Alan's eyes more serious than that, he nodded.
"Dear Pride.
Pride's shoulders tremble in Alan's voice, which is no more warm.
The smaller princess is unable to raise her bowed face and frightened as she seeps tears from behind her patterned and meditated lid. Still, I can't even let Alan's call go unheeded. Moreover, he heard from the knights around him to a slightly impatient breath, and his fearful pride raised his face.
Seeing, there was Alan smiling softly pressing his palm against the blade tip of the knife he gripped.
Hi………… and pride turns itself away by accident. My own hand grabbed by the column still doesn't move as it solidifies. But Alan's right hand was holding it back further as he slipped between his heart and the knife.
Alan is taking off his hand armor. Pride's throat dried up on the knife thrust into its palm, which had been stripped out. Even if I just moved a few more millimeters, I'd make a scratch in Alan's hand. Yet Alan wrapped his blade tip from his fingertips as it were instead of letting his palm off the knife. Instead of being straight, even if I just shook it poorly, the knife would hit me.
"I'll give it to you. If you're going to stab me, please do every right hand of mine.
Pride doubts his ears at Alan's words, which clearly speak out.
What is he saying? For a knight, the dominant arm is life. If you get injured, you won't be able to wave your sword for a while, and if you get special abilities but you still have sequelae, your knight's life will be cut off. That can't be what Alan, the knight captain, doesn't know.
Despite this, Alan's grin is soft. It wasn't a threat, and Pride looked into its eyes and understood that he really thought Alan could be.
Shake his neck into small pieces and grab his arm with his left hand in an attempt to let Alan's hand go. But again, neither does his arm freak out with her powerless hands.
Then, now the force of the column's hand is loosened.
I grabbed every knife. My own hand is let go. Until now, I couldn't help but want you to let go, and Pride leaked a voice close to screaming. Even though, how does a shivering own hand move without a column hold? That's just by my head, the tremor of pride extends all over my body. But still, Alan won't let me get my hands off the blade tip of the knife.
Tsipu...... and the blade tip of a knife that really shivered slightly sank into the thin skin of Alan's palm. Still, his expression didn't collapse. With a laugh, its mouth just opens.
"If you can't do that, you're definitely sane. This is Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Pride, who is kinder than anyone we know.
"Eh..."
A strong, lowered, gentle voice strokes pride.
Pride couldn't move his hand when he was completely removed from the column by that word. The rattlesnake trembles, and only then does the blade tip thin through Alan's palm, seeping blood. I don't know the tears will stop and my purple eyes stain red to keep me away from Alan. throats, sneezed up, and chewed up his lips. Pride breathed heavily in his trembling throat,
I dropped the knife.
Alan picks up a knife that rolls into a stone fold with Karan...... and an inorganic sound in a calm motion and rises.
If I grabbed it with my hands wet in blood, the knife handles also had blood on them. A light-skinned minor wound, but the Knight of the Seventh Squad rushed over for immediate treatment. The presence of the right hand is so great.
The only weapon, a knife, was also taken, and Pride rounded his back to the limit with his face covered with both hands. Nowhere was there a shadow that was already eclipsed by madness as he narrowed his shoulders, leaned down, and shook his whole body to cry. He was only a little figure of the First Princess who was frustrated by the sins he had committed and could only mourn.
The telecommuters connect the report to the main unit with special abilities, and many knights reach out with pride in mind. But she can't move off the spot with her long deep red hair hanging on a stone fold and her head shaking sideways.
I can't help but think of it as sinful to even take the hand extended to me. He leaks a groaning cry, squeaks, and is about to be crushed by the consciousness of sin. Too heavy to even breathe.
I seriously think it's time Adam's special abilities died regardless. I don't want to escape sin. I would rather be scorned, blamed and judged. It's just that far more than that, she...
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Report or confirm whether it is cheap or not. As voices crossed caring for Pride and Tiara and the others, everyone spoke once to the disputed word of Pride.
That's not talking to anyone if it's not an appeal. Pride, it was a single discharge.
With his hands covered with every face, his voice crept, and the voices emanating from her, which had become smaller, were plundering. Still, Pride keeps zeroing a single word so he can't stand it.
"Huh... scared...,... also hurt someone... scared... scared... scared... scared"
I desperately kill my voice and still can't stop it from emitting.
If I didn't put it into words, my pride was so frightened of me that I was going to do something about it.
The more you put it into words, the worse the tremor got. He shuddered rattled and looked as if one person was frozen when even his exhaling breath became thin. Crying like a young girl, hiding her face and keeping it small and exuding is too much from anyone's eyes.
Weak.
Hands, reach out.
When I reached out those hands impulsively toward her, I couldn't think of anything else. In front of her, hesitation had disappeared in reaching out to her weaker, younger and more scratch-breaking than any other figure she knew.
Where is this place, under what circumstances, who is watching, who I am, in what capacity and how I should behave? All of that was taken out of my head.
Before words, the body moves. All this time, to her I always wanted to touch, I couldn't bear to reach out and jump in that hand I always wanted to reach out.
Now that Tiara's pulled, the presence in front of her more than anyone else holds her in her arms. A hugged arm held him back as he was about to fall in with the momentum he had jumped into.
Pride is also surprised by the presence that suddenly jumped in, releasing the hand that was covering his face. Raise your bent face, open your swollen, heavier eyelids, and look out for the presence that came into sight.
"... eh... Steel eh... Arthur...
They were there.
The two men, who jumped in at the same time without even breathing together, held each other tight, trying to pinch their pride.
I turned my arms on her back, shoulders, and now I only draw them towards myself without hesitation. The long arms that cut off to her back and shoulders stretched out to each other's bodies, and still no matter, Arthur and Style grab and hug each of those backs. The two bodies that buried their faces on her shoulders were already shaking slightly and getting hot.
─ Finally, I felt I had been touched by this man's fear.
"It's okay... we'll stop it again...! If anything happens... over and over again... I will stop..."
Arthur's voice, the first to let go, was already dying.
Immediately after his blood-soaking voice, he eats and ties his teeth. I hope that now is the time to let her, who has never been weaker, be frightened of hurting someone.
─ Now it was time to reach out to her frightened.
"Arthur is right... we are here, we will spend the rest of our lives protecting you... if you make a mistake, I will make it right... eh.
There's no reason to be wrong.
I think so in my heart that she is softer than I am and has worked hard to be a gentle queen.
Still, I wanted to put it into words as much as my pride fears it. I think any word or lie is good to reassure my frightened girlfriend right now. I just want it to arrive.
They hold me tight and my pride whimpers leak again.
"I told you not to forgive me," he shouted mixed in tears, but the two of them wouldn't leave their pride. Instead, he strengthened the power of his arms, which he held tight to return to the word.
Pride can only cry when he is cuddled up by two people he has tried to hurt, suffer and kill over and over again. Neither of us have a single reason why we can't forgive her for being manipulated by Adam. It's just, still.
"Heh... remember, I... I was... I was definitely... I was... of my own free will... eh.... hurt the important people, and... eh... I was delighted..."
Raise your voice so that your pride will throw you away to the two people who won't leave you, who won't abandon you.
The word, which I complain about occasionally rubbing up, upside down, and letting the words slit through my wrinkled throat, was penance itself.
Even though it was invaded by Adam's madness, it wasn't like he was someone else. I didn't get transferred to the game's pride, I didn't get back ten years ago. Definitely because it was just me where the madness lived.
On his own initiative, there was no doubt that Pride had haunted them, haunted them, dared them to suffer, and rejoiced in it. Apart from being for a purpose, Pride himself knows very well that he hurt simply for his own pleasure.
I even used the kindness of the person who thinks of me, and I mocked him. While I was being eroded by madness, I didn't even have any hesitation when I tried to kill my opponent. It's not the pride of the game, "I can't help but be horrified that a human being named myself was all that irritating.
But still, they won't leave. Shut up and hold her in that arm listening to Pride. A high wail pierced the tympanic membrane from close range, but still neither of them tried to leave her for a millimeter.
"I'm scared………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
"If you die, I die too."
Apply, crushed.
It was a word without hesitation. Neither Style nor Arthur were greatly surprised that they unleashed the same words on each other at the same time. I have no doubt that we are prepared for each other as much as that.
To the two words Pride was scratched off all voices and thoughts. I can't even say the rest, and she stops her heart once with her mouth open. If I put my life and the lives of the two of them on the scale, it leaned big, naturally. I don't want you to die, for these two.
Arthur opens his mouth to the pride of losing words.
"... I affirm whoever in this world denies you. Just like you did to me seven years ago.... For that reason, I will risk as much of this life as I can.
Arthur's voice, spoken quietly like a different wave, rubbed slightly up at the end.
The roaring sound of your throat echoes to your pride ears. The body was held tighter and more heated from the warmth. I'm too kind to myself right now. My breath hurts at that word.
As if, truly protected from all this world, relief wraps pride.
I'm glad and sad that he remembered the word and that he gave it back to himself for all the terrible work he did. Guilt scratched my chest to see how much I had tormented someone so sweet.
Then, now the strength of Steele's arm intensified.
I put my nails on her back with my arms turned and grab my clothes instead. Tiara's shoulders, which should have already been wet with tears, lit the heat with even more humidity. Pride, Pride, Pride A small voice that seems to disappear so hard that Pride and Arthur can't even hear her shake her ear many times, and bounce it out.
"As many times as I... as many times as I say! You are all I have...!... This is the life you gave me, if I kill you for the people... I will die too... ……………………………………………………….... Ugh... please don't take you away from me..."
It was so intense and trembling that I couldn't imagine the usual style. Wave, rub, and end up complaining in a childlike voice.
My chest ached badly and warmed up that I had made Stayle cry again. That he must have been the one who would have suffered most from words, crying for himself. And... Self loathing is only marginally past that I'm still all about grieving him. I've broken my promise ten years ago many times. Still, Still, Style's words vibrated Pride's heart to the back.
I wondered if my existence was worth even a little in this world.
"I've always thought of you. Me, Style, Tiara,... everyone. There are so many people waiting for you that I can't really count.
From there many names are spun from Arthur's mouth one after the other, and they do not stop.
With pride and a crying style just like hers in his arms, he kept naming him as still unable to tell, and swallowed his mouth once.
"Everyone admires you for your pride. It's no different, I still don't resent anyone. Please don't tell me you're going to die. If you die, everyone who just said it will be sad................... If I could see you, I'd be sooo happy.
Arthur rubs it upwards so that he can indulge in something, but still keeps talking gently, saying it in a bright voice at the end with all his strength.
Arthur's words overflowed with tears of pride every time his name could be lined up.
That, each and every one of them was irreplaceable in love with Pride. If they give you a name, that face will float and your chest will be tightened. I don't have a face to meet. I don't even know how to apologize. It's just more than that.
"I thought I wanted to see you again.
"... eh... eh... eh... eh... eh... eh.
Like homesick, emotions wave in.
Heart sounds terribly slow. The body is heavy as if immersed in mud. The inside hurt like a needle had been stabbed, and the exhaling breath in fine pieces was hot.
The style opens its mouth so that it is pushed by the voice of pride. Once his throat was clogged and he had no voice, he swallowed his mouth over and over before finally releasing his ragged voice.
Without wiping his tears, he regains his pride.
"You've always been... someone else's...
Cloudy glasses finally dripped off when I buried my face further into Pride's shoulder.
Catan, and rolled into a stone fold, following it with his eyes alone, with a trembling throat, Steele tells her the words she was deciding.
"No, it's you...... because you are the only one who has turned your love to others! That's why you should be loved more than twice as much...
More than anyone, more than anything.
If you want me to love you, I hope so.... even while carrying an unforgivable sin.
I also know that being a selfish greed is also a self-satisfying and propitious word. But still, I couldn't help wishing her happiness, which could hurt her so much for others.
He opens his eyelids, swollen and heavy with tears, gently stroking and mopping the back of his weeping pride.
He held his chest down with both hands, and his pride, who was crying bitterly, finally moves there, squeezing out his voice.
"Eh... eggs,... no...
She gently loosened her hands holding her own chest.
The two shut their mouths to a second apology told in a rubbed voice.
I had a heartbeat, but still hesitated to untie my arms from my current pride. Fear prevailed that if I let her go now, I would never really get her back.
Throating and hoping that Pride doesn't rush ahead again, the two can put in the force of their arms. The sword on the two hips with both knees rubbed against the cobblestone over and over again, making a noise.
In the meantime, Pride quietly smoothed his hands that were in front of his chest without sound, just like when Tiara was holding him.
I held them back.
To the feel and weight of the thin arm that touched his neck from his back and was turned to attract him, the two held their breath and forced their bodies to strength.
Open up and make sure in your arms that's not a dream.
Like when Pride took the knife from Tiara again, the knights breathe quietly as they were told they might have tried from Style or Arthur.
Pride's hands were stretched straight to themselves without reaching into the two swords. My arms held my back, my hands touched my neck, and my fingertips touched my dark and silver hair, respectively.
"Oh... come on... eh.
Again, it was a more withered voice than just now.
She also chanted the continuation of the same words to both of us this time, as she seemed to suffer.
"" Please help me again...... oh,... weak,... sorry... eh.
That, in words.
Both Steele and Arthur had poppy skin all over their bodies.
Blood that was stopping rushes all over his body, pulsating. Light dwells in the eye with the feeling of vision opening. She ate and tied her teeth to pieces before returning the reply, holding down her trembling body with each arm.
When Pride chose to live for me, I couldn't suppress the joy from the inside that I had gained such certainty. "Weak and good, and even his words, so distorted that Stayle and Arthur felt swift, returning an answer that was not false.
"Yes……………"
"I promise..."
Pride raised his voice and cried loudly in the words of those two men.
There were already too many important people in Pride.
I know, I've seen it. No one can be saved where they have fled to death. that it only afflicts everyone.
No matter how scared and horrible your existence is, and how wrong you are again in the future, or how much you are going to hurt someone again, there is only one thing you can do to continue to protect them in the true sense without making them any more sad that really matters… I know there is only one thing.
Whether the past you've committed is heavy, you're afraid of the future you know, or you're anxious about the future you don't know, there's only one way to live, face and win.
Even if it was sweet, unfortunate or unusual, for that reason, I even wanted to ask someone to protect me.
To protect them, to keep them from grieving, and to keep them from losing themselves, we have to grab that hand from ourselves.
It was the loudest cry of all, the day I hadn't cried out in ten years. I rang my throat so much that I couldn't form words anymore, and it was like I was crying.
Her face turned bright red, her tear glands left a number of marks, and she seemed narrow enough from the princess to sneeze and cry at each swollen eyelid's face. But it was undoubtedly the first princess of the kingdom of Friesia who was loved by many people, admired by countless servants and subordinates, and sought after by her family.
"Huh... La, id...!
He said he could definitely regain his pride this time. The relief that you will never disappear from your own hands again fills the style.
My vision seeped again into the warmth of pride that kept me crying like a girl. Tears flowing quietly and eyes dazzling at the dazzling moonlight.
Good, he said. At the time I was losing so much power that I was likely to let go of consciousness more like this.
I was holding him tight with Pride, Arthur's shoulders trembled violently.
At the same time, I strengthened enough to devour myself and the power to hold my pride together.
Style looks over Pride's shoulder and peeks at Arthur. He pinched his pride face, and Arthur's face, right next door, lit up in the moonlight just like himself.
"Eh... it arrived..."
Arthur, who had eaten and bound his teeth and raised his voice to spit out at his trembling throat, was zeroing tears from his strongly meditated eyes.
His face was red as he trembled his jaw and cried as he swallowed with a hot eyelid. For the first time, tears transmit his cheeks, tingling his throat, and even into his mouth to enter. I made potpourri potpourri and a new seep on my pride shoulder garment. He repeatedly blinked with too many tears shaking his shoulders, his nose sipping out as well.
Word finally got to Pride. And now that I've been able to get her back in earnest, he says.
"Heh heh heh... I'm here... I'm late to find you... sorry...! Finally, finally... finally."
To him roaring all over his body, Pride has no more words.
And he also keeps disclosing the emotions that he has so far stopped weighing and, above all, the words he wanted to convey to her so that the response from Pride is no longer necessary.
The voice became rough, clogged but louder, telling the story of the magnitude of what he was carrying.
Until now, I have endured no treatment or word for the leopard of pride. Even when I lost my right arm, I didn't show a single tear. The way he cried like a lie wasn't just the style, it was a shock to the knights as well.... but naturally for Arthur.
Because for Arthur, the knight, he just finally got it all done in the true sense.
"Finally, … to you, I'm back…………………"
I screamed and my cuddled hands made my fists intolerable.
The sincerity of Arthur's words is not even known to Steele. I quietly understand that he, just a knight of pride, has just completed everything.
Even so, Arthur, who kept tearing, seemed to be overflowing with what he had endured so far.
Style laughs at Arthur as he cries, continues to cry, sounds his throat and is about to drool his nose with his reddish eyes. With a ragged, rubbed voice, he throws words at him.
"Eh... Eh... you cried...... you too.
Unlike myself, whose tear glands have loosened once, I deliberately try to turn a mean grin at Arthur for crying, who has endured all along.
Arthur, who turned his face for the first time in Style's voice, sipped his nose again. I crack my throat just like myself and stare blue eyes bright red at the still unstoppable style of tears.
"Eww...... Te, Mei, too, cry... oh wow.
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"It's good................ It's been five years.
You wouldn't have noticed. and Arthur's eyes round to the style of asking only with his eyes.
I realize now that five years had passed since that day I had already promised. Though it had been so long, tears continued to overflow from Arthur's eyes as if his tear glands had broken. Then.
".....................................................................................
Pompous, now Steele zeroes words.
It's not like the calm, spare-playing voice you just had. It was like a sweeping sound.
To Arthur, who turned a deaf eye, Stayle turned her face as she forced only her mouth to laugh. He shook and moved his lips intolerably, showing a crying face similar to Gushi, and now Pride. With tears all over my eyes, with that face like I'm crying, laughing.
"Heh... really heh... properly, madam...
To the words of the collapsing style, Arthur recalls five years ago.
"You're not strong. Me and you."
'... right'
I want to grow up fast, I want to be strong, so I don't have to expose myself to pity again.
That's why we made a deal. It's just that the first thing I wanted to do was
"Heh... I might not have been able to protect you..."
The anxiety-driven words of Style about his inability to protect his pride began.
I was only twelve years old. I wanted him strong with a cry that he wanted to protect his pride from everything. So much so that I don't even want to lose to adults to protect herself and protect her clean mind.
And there's no more of him moaning that he couldn't win, didn't fight, couldn't protect, like he did five years ago.
At that time, I definitely held the person I wanted to protect in that arm and definitely had myself there to get it back.
The moment she understood it herself, Style cried out again.
He blushes, hugs his pride he always wanted to protect and his partner who brought her back with him, and cries.
Its side, eating and tying teeth and crying so that he could kill his voice with a loud breath on his shoulder, undoubtedly belonged to a seventeen-year-old.
"... That's right.
Arthur laughs quietly at the side of the crying style and the still unspoken, sobbing voice of pride.
It conveys cheeks and the tears that keep dripping from my jaw are incredibly warm.
He gently loosened the power of his arms and held Pride and his partner together again. As soon as that was done, he was held back strong enough to respond from both of them, and the three of them tightened together into one.
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Tears for the three reflected in the moonlight, blinking like stardust.