"Sister, I don't need any of that from this man in the future, so if I do, I won't be able to act as a delivery person."
Style raved his voice so his anger wouldn't subside, pointing to Val.
Pride also dwindles from shoulder to shoulder in a yelling style without worrying about the misaligned glasses about to fall off. "Yes......" while reflecting that it is really especially so. At that time, I forgave Val everything in order to be able to retaliate against myself, but Val was originally under a servitude contract as a punishment for sinners.
There is no point in almost completely repealing the special treatment. Furthermore, if we allow Val to lie, betray, illegally commit and flee, we will not be able to entrust him with his work as a courier. He is entrusted with the task because all of it is controlled and controlled under the command of the First Princess, Pride.
Even as Stayle accidentally yells at Pride, Val grins like any other HR, hissing his hands as he drapes Leon over his shoulder. "Yes, it does," he said.
Alan and Eric swallow their mouths fine over and over again to calm themselves down, Cedric picks the chest of his clothes to pat and cool, and Tiara fans her own face with her hands. Cefek and Chemetho, tilting their necks in a way they didn't know what the hell had happened, sat back next to it to compete with Leon, which would hang on Val.
Breathe well, Pride leans down with his hands on his forehead as he reflects on the scolding from the style. When Val is reminded once again that he really doesn't know what he will do without a contract,...... I remember.
Ha. Face up, speaking of which! Unexpectedly raised his voice, Pride turns back to Val.
Jeez, staring at that face that Niyaniya was laughing at, Val wrinkled between her brows to her immediate surprise. "... what the hell," everyone pays attention to the low voices that seem to be troublesome and unusual after hitting earlier and how pride looks.
She stared at Val without blinking and stopped once, trying to throw the questions she remembered...... If I showed him again with my eyes to Cefek and Chemetho, he would voluntarily block Cefek's ear, as I now know, because it was the second time, and Val silently blocked Cefek's ear. While he thinks it's bad to exclude the two of them again, Pride questions this time.
"Of the recapture war, that time.... Why did you disobey my orders?
Retrieval battle.
In the meantime Val was acting in a clear departure from the order even if Pride only knew.
I could ignore all my orders, flatly resist them, and even restrain myself, the Lord. But in Pride's memory, he has been stripped of all permission to Pride instead of that permission. Instead of rescuing Leon, Val could not have moved from the spot lying flat in front of Pride.
If you didn't want to tell me, I don't mind, Val rounds his eyes to the pride he asks as he continues. Today, the look on Chemetho's face, which also appeared to be
I told you to hide everything earlier.
If a question comes from Pride, the Lord, then Val must be compelled to answer. But Val, who was also allowed to remain silent because Pride added, "If I didn't want to say it," did not answer immediately. Wrinkle between the eyebrows and look sharper at the styles and tiaras than at pride. Understanding the meaning of that gaze, Tiara turns away, and Stayle holds the edge of her glasses and pours her gaze sequentially into Pride and Tiara.
Leon opened that mouth before Val as Alan and Eric watched their eye-openers with no idea.
"? Pride. I thought you gave me permission."
Uh.
Pride rounds his eyes to Leon's words.
Permission, even though I don't remember allowing Val to do that. Rather, I stripped myself of all my rights from him. As he black-and-white his eyes without understanding the translation, Val now asked back with a surprising voice, "Don't you really remember?" as Leon's words pushed him back.
I was wondering what the hell I had done and whether it was also an error in my memory while I was being drunk by madness. When pride gradually troubled me.
"Sister......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
The fearful style followed the inquiry.
Seven years ago. and Pride is even more perplexed about what happened before he exceeded his expectations. Memory is a pretty good pride even if it's not as good as Jill Bale or Cedric, but I can't really remember Pa.
After asking Val himself, Pride arms up and looks at him and hands-on his memories, thinking it's odd that Tiara keeps turning against every face.
Seven years ago.... when I put Val on trial.
Val and I exchanged contracts of servitude, and liberated them.
But I don't see why that leads to the current question. To his troubled pride, Val threw him to the stele to wonder, "Is it also the after-effect of still being struck over the head?" Styles cramping their eyebrows in the words further prompt recall to sweep away anxiety.
"Before you let Val go... sister, don't you remember what you ordered Val to do at the end?
"? I remember. If you wanted help, you would have ordered me to come, wouldn't you?
"That's the second. ………… you are ordering another Val at the time.
Val stared at her angrily as she listened to the conversation between Stayle and Pride.
Rather, I sincerely wonder why you only remember me. And I feel bad that Leon, Cedric, and the two knights even found out about it. I twitched my hand to say that Sefek, holding my ear, would not have really heard.
In fact, Leon and Cedric were the first ones there. As for the other order, they both heard briefly from her when Tiara asked the kingdom of Anemone for reinforcements. And to what I'm saying from Pride now, I think again, she's been her for seven years. I also wanted to ask Val, who was a sinner at the time, in detail why he wished that, but only now he refrained.
And from Alan and Eric, it's close to impact.
I naturally know about Val's guilt, but why would I give such an order and put my mouth up in a pocket and round my eyes? At the time, Pride, who went to save the Knights captain, was dying once with it. Instead of making it an execution, why did you reach out so far?
Without even realizing their perplexity like that, Pride traces his memory again. Second......? and wander his gaze, his eyes stopping from Cedric to Tiara, who sees himself across the street in a stunning color. Unlike them, she's the only one who's leaning over trying to deflect every face. Things aren't right. And...
"... Ah.
I recall.
He relieved himself from his shoulder that Steele had reminded him of Pride's reaction when he opened his mouth wide and leaked his voice.
For some reason I felt Tiara's shoulder jump pickly, but Pride didn't go on thinking any further.
Val complains briefly about the tongue-butting mix of "late" in that reaction. Even if Val himself does not remember, the order is adapted regardless. But because Val has never forgotten it in the last seven years. Even so, it offends me in my head that the person who ordered it has forgotten, etc.
'Okay, last one. I'm going to give you two orders that may be the last to live.'
Both orders were unintelligible and unexplained to him at the time, and I sincerely thought it would be good to have them now.
Pride remembers.
Remember seven years ago, when my predicted future was still colorful.
I met Val, I made a deal, and when I broke up, I did want to. I'll be here in seven years. To stop my rampage.
"If an emergency occurs that you can detect… protect my dear sister, Tiara, with her special abilities"
Yes, he ordered it.
Because of that order, Val joined Tiara and immediately followed her escort and instructions. No matter how much permission he was deprived of, "for Tiara's sake," he was able to deviate from the order of pride.
'This is a top priority. For that... to protect Tiara, I will allow you to turn your teeth to my orders. "
"The highest priority…… declared that it would prevail over all.
No matter how much the Lord, Pride, orders him or strips him of his permission, it will only be preserved unless "the highest priority" is withdrawn.
Yes, because the Lord, Pride himself, allowed it.
Her memory of the countermeasures she had taken at the time, which she had gradually predicted for seven years, had faded, as had her memory of the countermeasures she had taken at the time. It faded and was sunk at the bottom of my memory as part of the "memories I wanted to turn away" that I would return one day. I scratched my head off the bottom of the water once when he showed up during the recapture war, but my head refused to recall anything.
I wanted to protect Tiara from myself and my beloved country.
And it was also the only means for Val to escape under Pride's command.
"My country is in trouble with the most (...) Yu (...) Ahead (...) Paragraph (...)! I want to help your sister. Please help me!
'Just say it!... Princess Sama'
That's why Val unexpectedly deviated when Tiara showed up.
Because she was the means by which she could rush to her pride without losing Cefek and Chemetho. Many times I have confirmed that it is for Tiara's sake and I have obtained permission.
At that time, Val and herself chose to protect Tiara, who stood around to save her pride on the battlefield, "to stop her pride early, to end the war" and "to regain her pride" when she knew the truth.
As a result, Val was able to escape from the command of Pride to protect Tiara until he regained his pride.
"For this reason, Tiara has already taken Val from your sister under your command once with it.
Eh.
Pride turns his face with his eyes round to Style's words.
Shortly afterwards, Tiara raised a protest to panic, "hey, brother, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey." I had no idea you hadn't noticed before, sister, "he continued with such expressions as knowledgeable with his arms. I can't believe I forgot my way out to Val, which my memory pride ordered myself, etc.
If Pride turned his eyes to Tiara, he glanced back up at her shoulders like a child before she was angry.
I apologize... to Tiara, my pride is too vague to return. When I thought about when the hell Steele would say it was, now I could remember right away.
There was only once. Only once did I wonder why Val could have hidden something from himself, the lord of the contract.
"I just did what Princess Sama wanted. Unfortunately, I can't resist him.
Yes, Val was telling Steele.
When I discovered I was teaching Tiara to throw a knife.
Pride understands that it's easy for Tiara to stop Val for herself, even if she thinks about how to say it and how to order it.
He said he could reasonably hide it from himself and Style. Naturally, the Lord himself said so.
…………
Pride is speechless.
Various emotions gush up all at once and I don't know where to start. The small countermeasures I thought of seven years ago, when I gave up that the future would not change, were bearing fruit in incredibly large places.
"But... as a result, thanks to your two orders, we were able to get you back without any victims.
Style, who went on to say the words with a little remorse, gave his eyes to the Vals.
If Pride hadn't reached out to Val seven years ago for a chance to live and a hand in salvation, we wouldn't have gotten Chemetho and the others back from the human trafficking organization three years ago, and he wouldn't have been our own force.
And if he hadn't ordered Tiara to be protected, he couldn't have gotten his teeth to Pride and rescued Leon either.
Style bites that fact without putting it on his face. Pride's decision, which I thought was futile, extra and too sweet at the time, did save the country and her.
Tiara has still complained, "You don't have to say anything about me," but he doesn't care. Worried about the pride of not saying anything more than that, he slowly turns to her.
I still can't solve what Tiara was teaching knife throwing from Val as my brother. But there was no doubt in Pride's judgment at that time...
"Hup, Sister."
Turn your face toward the tilt by accident. The style faces wide and frontal.
Raise your voice, round your pitch-black eyes and gaze at your pride. It wasn't just the stele, everyone on the spot was ahead of the stele or in response to the cry of the stele and watched for pride, werewolf.
To her, who brings out the tears of a large grain with a flashing face.
What's the matter, Sister? and the more they all raise their voices in excess.
Confused about something happening again, Style and Tiara rise out of the chair and touch her shoulder. Pride blinked as he woke up to their call, wiping his tears with his fingertips to a lesser extent at first.
As soon as I realized I was crying and understood which of the emotions I sprung up, my face snapped and distorted next time. Tears creep up extra and hold your eyes with your lightly gripped hands.
What's the matter with you? I can't believe the prediction. Words that are too warm are released from around me. It's okay, even if you want to say it's not like that, the words squeezed out of your distorted lips aren't.
"... eh... good, good...
It was a relief.
As soon as I heard that word from Pride's lips, which I could hear even at a young age, the Steels filled me with relief.
Tiara took out the handkerchief and offered it to the eye to zero the large amount of Shizukuishi. I noticed that. Pride laughed with a messy face and thanked me. Thank you, Tiara frowned when I told her with my throat still caught a little.
She's her, and I still care if she's not mad at you for all the things she's done on her own. But Pride stroked Tiara's head gently. There's no way I'm angry, I'd rather hold him tight.
Neither the previous life that I remembered ten years ago, nor the predictions that I saw, were ever in vain.
It didn't just suffer the rest of my life, it made sense to the future properly. He said he didn't just increase the number of people he cared about, he could protect them. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't stop crying.
Sefek and Chemetho also look worried and peek from the top of the bed at the pride that keeps them from screaming and crying. He turns to the two of us, and turns only to a fuzzy, unavoidable, lousy smile. Now I can't help but think that the two of them who have grown to be fourteen and ten are another miracle.
He said it was good. And to the pride of crying joyfully, the Stiles understand, but it only gets a little complicated.
I'm glad she's happy enough to soothe and weep warmly. But from our point of view, it's not worth it.
One of the reasons why it wasn't damaged in the recapture is definitely Val and the others' cooperation. But I also found out that saving him was pride, and when I think about it again, I end up wondering if pride was like saving myself.
Everything she didn't ask for in return came back to her after ten years.
Who was it for that Style was so desperate for?
Arthur became a knight.
Who saved the Knights so mighty that they did not take a single step toward the Radian Empire?
Of the knights now active on the front line, whose plan was it to save them, who were recruits at the time seven years ago?
What keeps Gilbert so good as Chancellor still is.
It was two years ago that I saved Leon who left me a clue: the Knights of the Kingdom of Anemone, and the General of the Enemy.
It was a year ago that I saved Cedric, who brought Tiara to the Tower of Leaving, where no one in the Kingdom of Friesia was allowed to enter the war.
Column and Alan last noticed Pride's behavior in an attempt to harm themselves because of what stopped them a year ago.
Arthur's right arm is. Alan's dying. Harrison didn't abandon the dying Val. All the special abilities enslaved were brought back alive.
The future Tiara showed us to save Pride.
Not everything they thought about each and every time they were on the spot.
But it was pride to get to the end of any of that.
If she had abandoned any of them, there would always have been sacrifices in the Kingdom of Friesia.
That way, even if she could reclaim her pride, she wouldn't have laughed so fast. Bearing that sin for the rest of his life, he may have lost his smile and lived, or he may have chosen death again. far above her pride consciousness. Her salvation was
I was saving myself.
No matter how unnecessary it seems at first glance, whether it is an act that is too sweet or pointless.
Dedicated to many, and to many.
That's how she is.
Everyone with their mouths shut thought so before she laughed and cried like a rainy flower.