"Mother, go..................... eh.
We were immediately greeted when Arthur and the others dropped us off and returned to the main unit with the instant movement of the style.
The mothers, whom Adam had made me attack and freak out, Style told me they woke up before the Knights headed to the torture tower.... I can only think of one reason I woke up.
It was me and Tiara who instantly moved to the main unit and then pulled behind the style and rounded their backs, but they jumped in with their hands wide open from their father before the style pulled the spot.
In front of the guard knights and Cedrics.
Really, really soon enough not to hesitate. He also caught the style he tried to pull off the spot and cuddled me and Tiara together for three who couldn't even raise their faces.
If I look up surprised, tears are already coming from my father's eyes. At the same time I think it's been a long time since I've seen my father's face so close,... when I saw his suspended eyes and gentle crying face that hasn't changed for a long time, I went in.
Father, Father, me and Tiara both grab onto Father's back before apologizing and hug him back. I cry, and I finally get "sorry" when I'm about to whimper.
Good, to my father, who repeatedly cries, neither I nor Tiara can stop crying. Style held me together again, and I could see a smile overflowing from him if I peeked and saw him surrounded by his father's arms.
When I noticed, Uncle Vest was rushing over softly, too.... with me, Style and Tiara. He touches my cheeks and peeks in to see how my injuries are in turn.
He looked at me and Style's injuries, which he could tell even with his father holding him tight, and stroked his head many times as he distorted his face painfully. "It would have been hard," he told me to worry really sincerely, and the whimper overflowed me again.
That's how my father, who held me tight for a while, gently loosened his arms from us when he thought he looked back on the way. I let go of my hand so we could fit in, and I just tried to wipe my eyes... and I stopped.
Because my mother looked at us with an incredibly strong eye.
Her mother, who made her peek from her father's back, had her rosy lips tied together and her soft eyes were not even wearing makeup, as usual. Still, my elegance and majesty as a queen remain the same. The true queen of this country.... whomever I pulled down from the throne had his chest stretched with his rind spine and his golden eyes open. Hold your chest with your white, thin hands, tremble, and tide your white skin face like snow.
I had tears all over my eyes.
I think you're a mother to a similar cry to Tiara. And it's my mother.
Open your front so your father can urge you to your mother. Flirting, my mother, who walked over fluttering, tended to be very hesitant.
As queen, was it me who rebelled, albeit manipulated, or was it Tiara's violation? With that in mind, I swallowed my mouth alongside Tiara, and in the next moment, my mother spread her arms to us with a girlish cry.
My mother, like my father, also held me, Tiara, and Steel without force with thin, thin arms,... my body was unwittingly strong.
The arm that turns to us as if we still can't help it is not as powerful as Father's. On top of that, he was trembling in snails and small pieces. Nostalgia overflowed its scent on my mother, who buried her face on my shoulder standing in the middle. I didn't expect my mother, the queen, to look like this in front of the knights.
"... I'm sorry I lost you again..."
In his ear, a small, up-rubbing voice is whispered.
She felt like holding her throat down, and a tremor of her body came directly from her sobbing mother. My mother was really a "mother" who would apologize to me for all those terrible things she did and exposed me to all those terrible ugliness as a princess.
Calling me "Mother," I get unwittingly confused by its warmth and words.
Earlier, you didn't come running over with your father or Uncle Vest because you were mad at us. I'm sure you've been hesitant about that for a long time.
It's my fault.
"... Mother's prediction was not wrong...... I'm sorry I hurt you again... eh.
Also, my mother is taking responsibility for me.
You must have been late to realize I was being manipulated by Adam. So much so that you hesitate to touch us.
... even though there's no way I know. I haven't even noticed. Even I predicted ten years from now, I just didn't think it was someone else's fault, it was just going back to normal in the game settings.
"Oh... thank you for not abandoning me... my mother..."
When I spoke that far, I began to cramp to my throat with tears overflowing.
Holding her mother's head buried on her shoulders from me, she draws. As soon as that happened, my mother's tremors got worse. Then Style and Tiara hugged me back from left to right so I could support my mother. I can also put my strength into my hands holding my mother's head.
Really, I remember.
My mother, the queen herself, came to see me many times before I was moved to the tower of separation.
My mother and father have endured me for a long time, overlapping terrible words and continuing to twist. He looked pale, distorted his face painfully and still kept calling me. I've repeatedly said something so terrible that I can't help being put in a cell on the edge of my parents and children anymore,... he kept desperately preaching and confronting me properly.
My chest is squeezed as I hold my mother tight, trying to choose death when I had a family that thought so much of me. Even the prediction Tiara showed me was so, so sad.
I gently drew my mother, who was about to collapse, so that her father could put his hands on her shoulders from behind her. Mother leans against Father's chest covering her face with both hands as she softly leans away from us and hides her swollen face with tears. His father told us he was fine with his eyes alone, stroking his mother's shoulder.
Then he gave us his suspended gaze, pointing it backwards. face up so that we can be caught too,...... I can't breathe.
Next to the throne, Chancellor Gilbert was crying without sound.
Chancellor Gilbert, you can only call it mouth movement.
Now I hesitated to get closer. Bite your lips as you hold your chest down with both hands and... notice yourself doing the same trick as your mother did earlier.
Then Tiara pushed my back and Stayle gently pulled my hand. They seem to say, "Let's go" without having to put it to words, and I hesitate to step by step to Chancellor Gilbert.
Ever since we came to the main unit,... No. Maybe long before that, Chancellor Gilbert couldn't seem to move like he'd been stopped from stitching his legs.
Next to the throne. He always stood behind it where his father stood, covering his face with his hands. It's really painful to keep crying with shackles in your hands. The back, which was always beautifully stretched, was round as if it were an old man, with thin water colored hair dripping and hiding his face even further from the side. The polo and a number of Shizukuishi have fallen from the gap between the fingers that covered my face, and I can't hear my voice even if I come in front of you.
Style and Tiara slap me on the back with their palms almost simultaneously. He is prompted to pound and put his strength into the hand that holds his chest, then it is now time to give him a voice.
"Eh... j, Chancellor Rubert... eh... really,... eh. Really..."
I'm sorry.
... I even felt that word was sloppy to say.
How terrible I've ever done to him. I didn't just shackle him. I dared to say so much about hurting Chancellor Gilbert, and I made him suffer even more by mocking him for even breaking my heart for me. How much he would have done for me in the castle.
I get stuck in words again. Because if I apologize, I know how he'll answer.
To my calling, Chancellor Gilbert's shoulders tremble up and down in sight. Trying to say something, something unspoken leaked out like a whimper stuck in my throat.
Then the style opens its mouth first. "Lieutenant Harrison," the wind blows beside us as soon as he calls behind him. I felt like I saw a black shadow for a moment, but disappeared at the same time as a short noise called Gachan.
Along with the sound of jalalala, Chancellor Gilbert's shackles fell on the upper carpet as he was drawn into chains. On that lightened arm, Chancellor Gilbert's face rises to Russia. I'm finally free from the shackles of special abilities that I let Rove put on me.
If Chancellor Gilbert uses his special abilities, he may be able to make the style look like a child and pull it out of the shackles. Above all, I made him put it on because I thought it was just right to make him understand his position and make him hostile with me.... that, for a reason.
Such a sweet man.
If I noticed, I reached out before the words.
It touches Chancellor Gilbert's cold wrist, which has not left any marks, but has always been shackled. Tears dripping from the gap between her fingers were telling and damp. My chest tightens just because I think so, whether it would have hurt, been heavy or painful.
You wouldn't have even seen your wife Maria or Stella like this. That's not all, because I caught the Friesian kingdom in a war with every member of his family.
Five years after that. I think this time I've tormented him with my hands.
Having been touched, Chancellor Gilbert finally turns a wet glance at me. I remember five years ago with that look of weakness.
I'm sorry, and the words get stuck in my throat again. Grab it. Put a little force on his wrist and warm it up with my heat.
Chancellor Gilbert distorts his lips to catch his breath. He draped his thin-water cut long eyes and grabbed my hand back as he overflowed with tears. Shake it up to your fingers grabbing it in tune with your shoulders with the force of grasping valuables.
"Oh... oh, wait... I'm here..."
"Dear Pride, With a plundering voice, he gave me words at the end of the day, interrupted.
The whimpering intensifies and Chancellor Jilbert weeps again as he coughs. He wraps his arms around his round back and hugs him in the same weak way he did five years ago.
Everything scratched my heart and stomach at the words that made me plunder. All sorts of things come up with tears, and at last the word "sorry" comes out of my mouth with a cloudy voice.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Really, all I can say is that word like a child. The more I recall committing crimes against Chancellor Gilbert, the harder it is for me to forgive myself.
"... eh,... d,... mah..."
After a noise like the one I put up, he held me back from Chancellor Gilbert to wrap me up.
Chancellor Gilbert, strong enough to make sure I was alive on this occasion and more gently held me together than that, raises tears over my head. Chancellor Gilbert, who is still going to collapse, still didn't loosen his arms holding me tight.
"Wha... thoughtful...... down,...... eh...... thank you......!
My arm strengthened to me in the words of Chancellor Gilbert, who whimpered me with a terrible mix.
I know that time, if I really died myself, I would undoubtedly have hurt Chancellor Gilbert more than ever. If I thought so, words from that time caught me like a fishing needle and seeped blood.
'I was... happy to see you. Whatever lies ahead. Thousands of years later, … that will not change for the rest of your life'
In the tower of separation, that's the word Chancellor Gilbert said to me before my ugliness.
The wet face with the tears of Chancellor Gilbert, who loved that face, which seemed spicy and distorted then, now even disturbs his chest. I really, really hurt him with a lot of words. So much so that I think if the words were blades, I would have killed them.
Now I know. How kind of a word that was. That you gave me an incredibly kind word for stabbing me with all those terrible words.... so.
"Me too, happy to see you...... eh.... for me too... eh,... changed my whole life...... what... so much, so much for me..."
Put it into words and put it in again.
Chancellor Gilbert shed a great deal of tears, as he also noticed my words. I shook my fingers and shoulders and spit that out in small pieces when I thought I breathed up loud. match his breath and spin clearly the words he wanted to say properly from me as well. Really, all the time, all the time, Chancellor Gilbert...
"Because he's so... he's the one who took care of me... eh.
It was sweet.
Really, really sweet enough.
In my words, I heard a violently breathtaking sound clearly. The flat hand that receives me also vibrated, and the force intensified so much that I could see the feel of each finger.
Wounded, cornered, torn, and still kept breaking my heart about me.
Chancellor Gilbert finally leaks his voice and cries. "I've been waiting for you," he also chanted in a seeping voice, and as soon as I gave it back, my legs tremble, too.
Push your eyes against Chancellor Zilbert's shoulder and understand that your tears are feverish....... I'm glad I got the kindness of this guy right.
I can't do anything that didn't...
My sins and punishments remain. But now I just want to take the kindness of these people.
Of the people who didn't abandon me or anything.
"Thank you," the last time I could squeeze that word out, my body lightened for a hammer.