Ever since Leon woke up, the night breeze was blowing through that room with the window open.
The disinfectant and the smell of the night plundered his nose, and in a clean white room he was waking up.
He hung only his upper body on his pillow and back, looking out the window from the top of his bed, now facing an open door.
There are also Cefek and Chemetho in the chair beside them. They both sit in their chairs again, watching toward the door for each body.
From the moment the prides moved in front of the ambulance building, the noise of the knights had also reached Leon's room slightly. Furthermore, Leon and the others stiffened themselves and strained their guard threads as the center of the noise approached their room one by one from outside. And now, as doctors and escort knights guarded the indoors, the door finally opened.
They're speechless. I opened enough to lose my eyelids and doubted my eyes for being that I never thought would come.
"The Lord," he said. After a few beats, Sefek and Chemetho first joined their voices.
The two move and stand up before the vaguely unspoken doctors and Leon. It was they who became wary of pride at first, but at a glance I found her sane, as the knights told me.
Sefek, his pride shakes his eyes at an unexpected reunion with two people who call him Chemetho and thought he was still with Val is consolidated. Because two people who thought they would never be able to go back to their original relationship don't have any expression of fear for themselves.
On the contrary, Pride took a step backwards to the two rushing over, stiffening his expression to confusion and fright. "Lord, you're back," he said, "have you met Val," and I can't believe the two of you who raise your voice and smile at me. Because I did something so terrible to them.
I tried to kill him with Val's hands and even hurt Val, who was dear to them. He also exposed himself to a lot of ugliness, waving violence, and rumbling. She clearly remembers what she did to the two of them and how frightened they were at that time. Yet they turned to me with a bright smile, as if they had forgotten.
My legs tremble on the two of you walking over in front of me. The rattles and knees make me laugh, but my face can't make me laugh. The grin that was directed at the knights until just now freezes and draws my blood.
"Sister?" If Style, worried, asked, Pride had dropped his knee on the spot before responding.
Sitting back, Sefek and Chemetho raise their voices "Lord" and "Does the injury hurt?" to Pride, who holds his hand on his knees. I still have no fright at all from the two people who touch the shoulders of their smaller pride and peek into their faces. Now it was time for tears to come up on the two frowning to worry heartily.
"... sorry, do... eh.... I've done a lot of terrible things to you...
The truth is, I wanted to endure it until I talked to Leon.
Still, I couldn't stand the guilt I felt for them in front of me. The more I remember, the more painful my chest gets and stuffs my breath. Sitting back, the dress, already wrinkled, spread further on the floor.
Then Sefek and Chemetho gently took her hand one hand at a time, taking care not to step on the dress of tearing pride.
"The Lord..., do you like us now...?
Sefek hangs his words on his pride, which is taken without hesitation too much, and becomes wolfish.
Peeping upwards, Pride returned in tears, "I love you," without putting her hair in between in Cefek, who was just a little anxiously eyebrowed.
It's ragged, I can't laugh if I want to. Because even if it's true that you were being manipulated, it's also true that you committed crimes against them.
Hearing Pride's words, he immediately strengthened the power of the hand Chemetho shook. There was a bright smile there, unchanged if you turned your face from Sefek to him, to the feeling of being called.
"We love the Lord, too. I like the Lord that matters to Val about the Lord now. Val wanted it back. We're good with that if the Lord comes back.
Not cloudy, Chemetho, laughing and saying, asked Cefek for consent at the end with only a grin: "Right".
And Sefek nodded loudly, holding them together to pinch their vague pride. Geez, after once they put their strength into it, the two of them get away from their pride without looking like they're going to pull any further.
It's too beautiful, he said. Chemetho's answer, which is too gentle to seem strange, raises to the sinking emotions of pride and washes away.
Laughing as if this were the end of the story, they turn their gaze to the style next to her, placing their still incredible pride. My eyes aligned with the bacilli and the style rounded my eyes to an unexpected gaze. Then, at the next moment, the two jumped to Style at the same time.
"Dear Steele, at Val's! Please take me to Val!"
"Dear Mr. Steele, can you travel again for a moment to Val's ambulance?"
The two, who raise their voices as if they had caught fire, reach for the arm of the style.
Along the way, Harrison caught a short scream in his eyes to refrain behind him as he looked up at Stayle from the front. But still, they kept raising their voices, no matter how distracted they were.
At Val's, please. The two of us making a scene will push the style slightly too. So far, only Leon and Val have been transported as seriously wounded, even in all the ambulances. Stayle has also received reports of where Val was transported to the ambulance building when he was in the main unit. If it's instantaneous travel, we can also safely move the two of them to the ambulance building with Val.
I also wanted to say "wait a little longer" but the desire to see Val between the two was painfully understandable. Above all, I can't stand in the way of the two of you who helped me despite being swept away by a pride that has always been manipulated, and even more, allowed me pride in front of you now. If I turned my eyes to Pride to make sure, I nodded to allow her to wipe her eyes with my fingers as well.
Stayle asked the comms in the corner of the room to send two people to Val's ambulance building to see if they could. The two squeeze their lips simultaneously if the knight who immediately connected the footage returns the words, "The doctor says it would be nice not to make a scene". Yeah, he nodded silently, and Stayle exhaled heavily at the two complaining.
"... ok. Instead, follow the instructions of the doctor and the knight.
Yes! and the two lips that were squeezing open nodded loudly again.
Style offered that hand gently when he laughed small at Cefek's still childish reaction as well as Chemetho. The moment they reach out and touch the style at the same time, they disappear.
With the storm leaving at once, the tranquility stood out.
When only the night breeze through the window swayed the curtains, and on the way through the room, shaking her deep red hair.
".................. Pride.
On the wind, a small grunt was delivered to his ear.
Just like the pride confused by Sefek and Chemeth, who forgave me too easily, he also had no words in her figure until now.
In that room where the tranquility is restored, Pride as he sits up looks up. As soon as that happened, his jade eyes and eyes met.
"... Leon.
There's another one.
The prince whose pride caused the most terrible wounds in the recapture battle is right there.
With those eyes still moist, Pride stares at Leon. Even as he was just out of bed, wrapped around a bandage, he didn't let a single moment of his eyes open round to the limit from his pride.
... She's here.
To all that fact, Leon felt his whole body skin poppy.
I open my eyes and can't keep up with my emotions and expressions.
Deep red hair and purple eyes. Clear skin and crisp voice. And above all, I wept at Sefek and Chemetho, and no matter what I saw that was heartbreaking, it was definitely not her when I confronted her.
The pride that meets my eyes rises without ever shifting away. "Leon," he called his name again, rushing over with a crying face. Stopped in front of her and the night breeze through the window rocked her hair red.
He held his chest with both hands, gripped it, and distorted his lips as if stuck in words. I want to tell you, but I'm confused again about what to tell you.
I tried to kill Leon.
Besides, I also remember trying to get my heart out.
All the wounds in Leon's body were taken from Pride.
And Pride remembers. How much did you keep appealing to me while he was fighting himself?
And the prince of the neighbouring country. I may have put a wound on my body and mind that might last a lifetime. "Thank you" or "Sorry" is not all you have to do. I deserved to be punished in the kingdom of Anemone.
When I met him, there would have been words I wanted to convey and words I wanted to return, but when I put Leon in front of me, everything disappeared from my head so that I could escape. Think, think and think, Pride desperately spins the word he chooses after swallowing his mouth once.
"Sorry………………"
First, apologize.
I descend deeply on my hips and drop my head more than I can possibly be as a princess. That voice, which seemed painful, was full of anguish understood not as a shame to make an apology but as "not an apology".
If you are even disrespectful to speak in your usual language, you will not forgive yourself. Get the words in order, just "the position kept lowering its head to the opponent at the top, and after a few dozen seconds I still didn't try to raise my pride.
Leon, who still has the same expression, remains stunned, does not answer. Only my eyes shake and move to reflect her without one fingertip moving.
"Earlier, I was released from special abilities... I remember everything I've done, I'm here. It was all my will...... Naturally, what I did to you, the first prince of my neighbor, should never be forgiven for trying to kill me."
"I love you.
Tighten up.
Wounded, he didn't mind his shoulders hurting just by lifting his arms, and he suddenly extended his hand to pride.
She folded her hips deep and lowered her head as she fell into her forehead as she was held over. Fearing that she would touch Leon's wounds on her fallen clap rather than being suddenly held by her, she laid her hands on Leon's back.
As if I was holding Leon to bed, Pride left only the tip of his shoe on the floor.
The doctors and surprised knights tried to pull off the sudden and too much posture, but the style stopped it in a nutshell.... Only now, I thought it would be good to be allowed to do that too.
Surprised by the embrace from Leon, Pride also forgets what he was trying to say.
I'm concerned about all of Leon's wounds when I don't force him to do it, if he's going to be handicapped by the wounds, or if he's going to move and be okay. "Leon......?" Calling in a whispering voice, "a stormy word from Leon releases like a weir cut off.
"I love you.... I love you, I love you, I love you... I love you... I really, really love you...
Leon's voice was already moistened with tears as he buried his face in Pride's pocket and strained his throat as he strengthened his arm.
I can only see a confession of love from anyone's eyes when I complain of love violently even, trembling and crying all over my body while holding my pride in my arms. Strength stuck to the fingers of the hand that turned on her back, creating another wrinkle in her pride dress.
Zero whimpers, and a mixed voice makes me unable to say anything but "I love you" words. To Leon, who kept overflowing with waterfall-like tears, Pride slowly turned his backward hand toward his back. Receive him and keep and receive himself back from himself, paying attention only to the place that touches him so that he does not touch the wound.
"............... me too.
As soon as I understood that she couldn't jump my thoughts, Leon's body strained.
I cry, leak my voice, and think and wish in the corner of my head the meaning of that word of hers as I draw my breath.
If the person you're really, really holding onto right now is pride. If she loved and sought wholeheartedly.
Please answer me on this occasion, I want you to show me.
Did she really take my love in the right way?
"... I love you too. As an ally, I want you... from the bottom of my heart.
My heart stopped with joy.
He opens his eyes, which kept overflowing with tears, and Leon takes his breath in a sight where he sees nothing.
"It arrived."
Now it's time, in the right way.
He understands it because it is a pride he has no other. Pride will respond. Leon doesn't even whimper back the words he spun so wishfully with the words he wished for.
I didn't get it. I couldn't tell you.
That was the deepest wound left in Leon's heart that was about to be killed by Pride.
Ringing teeth and eating and tying.
Shivering out to the jaw with too much force. I can't form words or anything. Words were spun out of her again if she put in the power to hold her instead.
"Everyone,... loved me. Like you said, you really, really loved me.
She took every word she wanted to convey.
Take the words he kept complaining to me until I lost consciousness.
Leon woke up and continued to regret that he had finished his much loved pride with the assumption that he was just alone.
"I'm sorry I said it was a lie. Thank you for not abandoning me.
The wound that was not dry is healed. Far deeper than the wounds on the body, what conceived the pain disappears.
With Leon in his arms back, Pride rounded his back trying to cover him with his whole body.
Slip the arm gently around his back and stretch it to the back of his head. How full of words he has exhausted in his battle with Leon. Just thinking about it screams the pain as if Pride's chest were to be crushed.
"The truth is,... I knew your words were serious. I knew it, and I told you I was lying to hurt you.
The more he speaks, the worst, and while he thinks so, Pride confesses honestly. The only words I didn't lie to you about were words I didn't want to give back to Leon.
Leon's tremors increased to the truth I finally found out. The sadness of that time and more relief wavered. It sounded like a howl if you think your eating tied teeth made a giddy noise and your voice finally came out with a face that was no more ruggedly distorted.
'Oh, I love you, too. As an ally, I sincerely want you. "
Now that I'm back to sanity, the more I think about it, the more I want to scream out, the more I'm saved.
Many times he talked about "love" and tried to grab my own hand that drowned in self-abandonment.
He said he was loved. Everyone is trying to help themselves. Yes, he kept suing me over and over again.
Even when he was killed by himself, Leon didn't resent himself. He loved himself to the last nearby point where he was ready to die. I wonder how kind and deeply loving it would be.
Finally a drop fell out of pride, too, to Leon, who cried in his own chest. Tears dripping quietly like snow melt convey blue hair and are sucked in.
The more you think you can wither away like this anymore, the more emotion you put in turns the drop into a large grain.
He strokes Leon's salacious hair to love, sinking his own face drowning in tears. The dead throat struck again, shivering his pride shoulders up and down. I don't have a voice, I meditate my eyes on Leon, who keeps crying, and I finally remember the words I wanted to tell him the most.
I want it to reach him properly in one word. Clearly, before this voice crumbles with tears in my own words.
With a hot throat, breathe up loudly. That only made me crack again, and my face was crooked. There were more tear marks on his cheeks and his chest was already wet and spread out from the neck of the dress.
This one word. I'm sure that when I told this one, I would be speechless again myself, like Leon, while Pride raised his plundering voice with his inhaled out breath.
"Thank you... for loving me like this..."
The thought I wanted to deliver with my life at stake arrived.
To that fact, Leon clutches his pride with so much force that he can't stand it and the marks on his fingers remain. Swallow, cry, understand she doesn't need words or anything anymore.
She was definitely the woman I loved the most in the world, having received all my thoughts that had left me speechless.
Having regained her sanity, she returned clean without change, fading or distortion.
Having taken that fact, Leon drowned in relief and joy.
"Love it..."
Love so deep that I couldn't even reach my feet filled the small room.