"There's something wrong with you...
That night.
The Kingsguard knights were tilting the glass in Alan's room.
When Pride woke up this morning and started sleeping in his own bed, the Kingsguard knights were finally relieved of their late-night escort assignment, which lasted day after day.
Until a month later, the strict system of precautions remained unchanged, but it was also allowed to turn the wrapped rest, and now that the reconstruction under the castle has progressed, peace has returned comparatively. They still solemnly proclaim that they will celebrate and share victory because they are still unconscious, but only tonight they gathered in Alan's room.
It's a small drinking seat to celebrate that Pride has now woken up with nothing and that she can finally rest herself in her own room.
Arthur sipped a sip of booze as he listened to Alan and Eric, who were on Pride's escort from late at night until the afternoon hours.
I really want to hear about all the other recapture fights because all the Horn Kingsguard knights have been gathered. But that wasn't for Alan and the others and myself until it was all over. It was the reports in each squad that went to Roderick, the Knight Commander, and Clark, the Deputy Commander, in detail, but the warrior traditions and narratives between the knights are still unacceptable. They haven't finished their mission yet.
Even the liquor usually empties the bottle in dozens, but now it was only two bottles. Take care one bite at a time after exchanging toasts.
"That delivery guy again...... But it was just good to discover it early.
The column whining in the sigh mix is red in the face, not because of the booze.
Val spreads priceless stories about the fact that the servant's contract was broken, and so on, and he gets stunned through his anger. At the very least, I think I'm just lucky I was able to withdraw all my permits early.
I omitted the details in the way Eric dared to include them, but if I saw Alan's bitter laughter that his face lit up when he mouthed it, the column was largely imaginable. In fact, I don't even know that three times that amount was falsely told by Val until it was thick.
"No, I was just surprised. I honestly think a little bit about it as a pre-recapture pride.
"No, well, but... if I did, Lord Pride would feel more uncomfortable with Prince Leon.
Think about it now. and to Alan's words. Now Eric laughs more bitterly.
I am truly glad I lied, leaning the glass to make the fire lighting on my face the fault of booze. If that pride did that, it would surely disturb more Leon opponents.
I mean, Eric pulled out of his shoulder to reassure him if he came to the conclusion that there was nothing like that.
Arthur exhaled himself as he listened to them. Eric talked to me pretty blurry, but just imagining Pride did that makes my face hot.
The usual pride would never be possible, but there were many places where the pride before the recapture did not know what to do. I think that if I had been in that Val place for legal talk, I would surely have been deceived and would have graduated before I knew the truth.
If Eric blushes just remembering, it's an impossible topic for him. I'm angry with Val for quietly teasing and insulting Pride as the heat squeezes the cold glass.
I also thought about hitting him this time, but when I remembered how he looked asleep for three days, I shrugged my mind.
"Right? It's impossible to take Prince Leon off swallowing during a rebellion."
"It is true that Prince Leon Adonis Coronalia was exposed to skin.
Buffoon
To the words that broke Alan's laugh, the Kingsguard knights had a small explosion at the same time.
Alan sprinkled about half of the contents of the glass he was tilting to drink on the floor, and the column held down a little zero liquor from his mouth with his hands and removed the handkerchief.
Eric entered the trachea the other way trying to force him to drink, choking even more. Arthur blew it out in abundance, wasting a bite of booze and the contents of the glass almost before it went through his throat.
Sorry, I usually said rags...... but more than that, my current words are too shocking to chase my head. With his mouth open, he turns his gaze in the same direction as Alan and the others.
"... Harrison. When was that?
Harrison was in the far corner of the table, with a chilled look on his face and continuing to rock without drinking the contents of the glass.
It's basically Harrison not involved in his personal drinking seat, but it was an instant answer if Arthur invited Alan to hit him. "I drink with a Kingsguard knight, if that's good," he said. There's no way he can make Arthur, who sincerely wants to drink with Harrison, unobstructed for no reason.
It was just a blast from Harrison, who had always been a part of the story and had just been blurry and listening to the four of us everywhere. The moment Val's topic came up, he was uncomfortable and closed his thoughts and immersed himself in thought, but after almost talking about Leon and Pride, he finally listened again.
Harrison, who only once moved his gaze from the glass to them to inquire from the column, opens his mouth again.
"Shortly after the dying delivery man rescued Prince Leon Adonis Coronalia.
"Wait! Did you protect him?"
"We happened to be together.
They round their eyes to Harrison, who returns only pale and minimal words.
Everyone on this scene understands that Harrison hasn't forgotten Val, a flavor of the ambushers seven years ago. Eric also knows that Harrison nearly killed Val once.
You protected it well. Everyone swallowed the words they thought. Actually, it's nothing to praise otherwise, because it's only natural to reach out without bringing in personal affection as a knight.
"... Um... my skin... was exposed...?
Arthur, whose facial expressions still couldn't keep up with his emotions, asked pompously.
My eyes are too round and my pale eyes are glowing like crystals. Eric rushes to confiscate the glass before Arthur slips it off his hand and puts it on the table.
Harrison returns the inquiry from Arthur in one word without turning his face to it.
"It had been stripped from armor to under armor.
Kang-kang-kang-kang! and.
Three other than Arthur's glass, which had already been evacuated, made a noise on the table and landed. I didn't drop it, but the three of them drop their gaze to escape to the surface of a glass placed to be tapped.
All of them dyed bright red to their ears gradually lose focus. The only person with his face up was Arthur in a state of relief and Harrison rocking the glass flat.
The cry of the First Prince under what circumstances it was recovered mixes so violently that the horrible suspicion that it was really true.
No, desperately wondering, I also thought Val would have made him take it off to stop the bleeding, but I don't know if I need to peel it under my armor. I know if it's to see the condition of the wound, but I don't think I could afford it even though I was seriously injured either way.
Speaking of which, if only the story then seemed oddly pride was undeniably in a hurry, Alan and Eric wouldn't stop sweating silently. I couldn't afford to think it was due to the heat on my face or maybe cold sweat.
I also recall as far as I know what Val has said and done so far as I lean over a well-perceived column. I understand that that man is a twisted man who dares to confuse truth as well as lies.
But I don't even think Pride can do that and talk to Leon flat out. If you remember when you were driven by madness, then no, but that figure you were apologizing to Leon for in tears turns your head at high speed.
I thought in the corner of my head that if I had a stay on this spot, I would have gone to Val to make sure it was true or false, even in the middle of the night, with instant travel.
No one can see his face to Arthur, who hardens like a fossil. I can easily imagine what kind of face it is turning red. He's one of the twenties, but Alan and the others know he's not good at that kind of thing.
"What's up, drunk," flat Harrison's voice releases as he stiffens with a pimple as he leans down and lets his hand holding the glass stretch to his shoulder instead. I gave a big chorus that the voice of my heart was your fault at the same time.
Even from Harrison, I don't see why they're so crushed.
It's a red stone statue to Arthur. It was the first time I had a mouthful but not a great number of degrees of liquor.
I frown at them not saying anything, wondering if it still meant telling myself. I was dissatisfied that Alan and Column knew that I was not good at talking, but I wondered if Arthur was keeping me waiting, so I thought about disclosing more information.
Arrange in your head some questions about the condition of the wound, how it was at the time of discovery, or the flow of rescue, and it becomes a hassle. I also don't remember the condition of the wound because I stopped bleeding from where I saw it at that time.
I was surprised that Leon was there as well as what happened at the time of the discovery and the rescue flow, but the obstruction of Sefek and Chemetho is more on my mind. If I dare say so, Val was deeply wounded, but haemostasis was still easier because it was only one. Leon had more scratches, and it was a little tricky to find them for what was small. The exposed abdomen was also easy to stop the bleeding, but there was trouble with the gap in the armor and the wound below. Speaking of what I thought then...
"... it would have been easier to stop the bleeding if it hadn't been for a long time.
"Wait a minute?
"Wait, Harrison.
"Quickly."
Tontong, and now Alan and the others raised their voices almost simultaneously. Alan, Column, and Eric raise their rubbed voices.
Relieved Arthur remained solidified so that the words hadn't even reached his ears.
Suddenly the three of them came on board, Harrison stops his hand shaking the glass. Slightly, I felt signs of anger similar to that of interest and set myself up to reach the knife of nostalgia with the opposite hand.
"Harrison.... no matter what, Prince Leon would have been stripped of all his armor and everything under it.
"? Just the upper body front.
Ha.................., and.
The next moment three people were weakened by Harrison's words in plain answer to the column asking as a delegate.
I let it go from the glass and stick it on the table with Batambatan. We tasted the coolness of the table, which was lower than our own.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. If I had held my fist, I would have surely beaten the table with the power that was destroying it, and the glass that was placed was about to fall. I can't help but be ashamed that everyone in this room who listened to Harrison was so sure that Leon was all stripped down to pride, and even though he didn't like it, he imagined the glossy situation on his own. There's some relief, but I'm sorry for Pride and Leon for misunderstanding me more than that.
Eric sitting next to Arthur calls for his back to be slapped and activated to wake him. Slightly, it sounded as good as eight hits, but Arthur just had to put his shoulders up and down. After trembling like eating the opposite, he shouted as if he had passed out.
"Harrison......" he roared in a slightly lower voice holding his head with one hand so that the column could force him to lift his rammed face.
"Say that from the beginning.
"I told you.
"Too many words.
"No problem.
Harrison pales back to the column where he bites his words to shame himself for running ahead.
I started rocking the glass again as if I lost interest in preaching again as it was. From about the Kingsguard knight, I don't even look at him, thinking that if I did it and I felt more pissed off by the column.
Then Alan, who now stood up with his bang and his hands on the table, now roughed up his voice as he mixed his anger and blushed his face.
"No, there's a problem." I mean, it just happened. "I didn't give a shit about it since I was a recruit, but right away, you have to fix the word count."
With that said, Harrison slightly sidestepped his body so that he could stretch his elbows and escape Alan's conduction pointing to his fingers.
But more than that, Alan came off his seat to Harrison, who would not even hang it on his teeth and return it as "unnecessary". For a moment, Eric and Column thought that Harrison would beat them, but they didn't, and Alan grabbed both of their shoulders with a bang and another sharp sound as he turned behind Arthur, shaking them hard.
"Arthur, tell Harrison from you."
Alan shouts in front of Harrison's trump card in a confusing way.
Arthur, shaking his head with cancer, hasn't been able to swallow much of the situation yet. I moved my mouth thinking about telling Harrison something first, blurring to ask someone again later. Mr. Harrison,... is called out in a whining voice, and Harrison puts the glass on the table and turns his face. Then Arthur threw at him with a face that had not yet healed the redness that seemed dazed.
"Master Pride... what have you done?
It was a pure question.
I don't know what's true anymore because my head was weirdly shuffled. Did you ever really feel guilty, did you end up with an attempt, and what the hell was the situation? It's the pride of the parties and Leon, the Val I witnessed, and
"He almost decided his heart.
………………………………………
Gubbit, only the sound of Harrison's throat moistening his throat as he talked more sounded in the room.
Arthurs, whose heads were hot, freezes to the second blast from Harrison.
"If Val hadn't been here, Leon would have had a heart attack."
At the time, Harrison now thinks that would have been the place to look back on the words Sefek complained about.
At the time, he prioritized rescue over who the Vals had attacked, but now he reflected a little, if only in the direction of where he had fled at that time. As a result, it led to the capture of the general, so I can't even say the name of the injury.
Arthurs, whose heads cooled to the depths of Harrison's words, conversed only with each other's eyes.
Eric remembers that Pride's face was blue when Val pointed it out, and the column remembers that Alan's ears were slammed on his initial Pride, and Alan remembers both of them.
Furthermore, she has even committed the crime of stabbing a teacher with a pen. If Arthur remembered, the pride possessed by madness certainly enjoyed riding the guards. Even without mouth, the four eyes dwell on the same certainty.
Definitely.
"... yeah, let's just say we didn't have this story...
I agree. Right...... Yes...... and the column, Eric and Arthur nodded in turn at Alan's words.
Then Arthur said in a largely calm, shriveled voice, "Could you keep your current story to yourself, Mr. Harrison...?" If I wished, I would get an instant answer. Well done, and Alan and Column slapped Arthur's shoulder silently at the same time, finally exhaling loudly.
Alan also went back to his original seat, and with his calm hands each drank. I've thought about it dozens and hundreds more now, but it's good to have my pride back on track again. And a little regrettable, but I still think it's good to have Val around.
The same is true of each other's heartbreaks, but it is a major incident in history, such as wounds that cannot even be erased by the body of the next king of neighbouring countries, let alone killed by being choosen out of his heart.
Then, in order to change the story, the column threw Eric again with the continuation of the first story.
"... so Eric. After revoking the courier's permission.
Is that where you left off? Eric worried only a little about the column asking.
It's too bitter to make a dish of booze the series of streams that Pride was crying for me. If we talk about it, it's not now, we want to talk about it in relief when it's all over. Alan opened his mouth first when he was worried about thinking so.
"Uh, speaking of which, come on. The delivery guy was asking Lord Pride for this reward.
See? Eric nodded at Alan's words as he threw them.
A reward? A favor? Each reacts with interest to Her Royal Highness the First Princess……………………. Each one expects that even the outrageous demands were blown because it's about Val. What's that? and as the column prompted him to continue, Alan asked Eric with his eyes after ringing his throat with another sip of booze. Go ahead, Captain Alan, and if Eric gives the lead in the conversation, Alan leans on his back and shows the three of them three fingers up.
"There's only three things you can hide. He also told the royal family to give me the right to hide it even if the Lord, Lord Pride, asks me.
Master Pride had done it on the spot. And, to put it at ease, Alan lightly returns the lead to Eric with his gaze.
I noticed that. I went on to say the words so Eric could supplement them.
Harrison rocks out the glass no longer disinterested in what was a hope that wasn't a bigger thing than he thought. For this reason, Eric mainly speaks to Arthur, who sits next to him, and to the column sitting diagonally across the street.
"Of course, I put conditions on it. Only that it is not contrary to the prohibitions ordered at the time of the contract, that it is allowed to remain secret from anyone for the rest of his life only in the three matters that he now wishes with his head on this occasion.
In other words, any illegal activity, betrayal of royalty or pride, or suggestion thereof, is prohibited. And only those three things I decided to hide on that spot. I can't even change my whole life.
Unlimited hiding from the prides lacked credibility, but Style nodded that three would be good after being restricted. It seemed to me that a little privacy could be ensured to Val, who even made it this far from her. Because if pride or royalty asks, he can't resist.
"I'm not surprised he has something to hide, but I'm curious when he tells me three things.
"Well... I don't even know anymore.
At least one thing while listening to Alan and Eric converse, Arthur is certain.
He said it was about Chemetho.
Val kept his information from his mouth, too. To hide the existence of that special ability.
Arthur quietly recalls Chemetho's special abilities, who may not even know his pride. I don't know the details. I just know that that was definitely because of Chemetho. The special abilities of the enhancement that only acted on Val and Sefek made it possible for others to use them.
I can't even ask Arthur himself if he cares more than he got stopped by Val too. There's no reason to talk to Mart about the column or the Knight of the Seventh Squad who seems to know a little about the situation. For the price of his right arm, Arthur never spoke to anyone about that miracle, because he decided to take it to his grave.
Neither did the light mouth come out, staring at the surface of the glass of water like Harrison tied his lips. And so I realized that the column wasn't hammering the two of us either, and I just looked at him with a fearful lean back. As soon as that happens, I get eyes on the column.
When I accidentally stretched out my spine, Alan and Eric said, "What's up?," he raised his face.
"... what kind of hiding, no one asked on the spot?
To divert attention from Arthur, the column continued to talk to the two of them so that it was nothing. Tilt the glass while waiting for a response and gently roll the liquor over your tongue.
The column also understands that one of Val's hiding things will be about it. He just doesn't know much about what the hell I was.
Val's special abilities should be earth-related. It doesn't tie me to certainty when I think about why I could do that at that time. I thought about Chemetho's possibilities, of course, but honestly at that time I couldn't get my head around him either because of what was right in front of me and calmly grasped the situation around me.
For once, he made a strong stop at Jail, the 7th Squadron Knight, who is similarly a witness, but he also only knows that his special abilities suddenly increased and that he feels touched by someone within the Vals. There was Chemetho before I looked back, but there was Val and Sefek beside him.
I don't have to worry about the leak, but there's no way I don't care about the column or Jail. Perhaps Arthur, cured of his right arm, knows more, but he doesn't even want to put in more exploration than Val is stopping him. It was an ex-post one-sided pause, because if Val had been told on that occasion before he saved Alan the condition "don't tell anyone, hide it" he would not hesitate to nod. Just because you were told after you cured it, Column is not the person who thinks you have no obligation to protect it.
Sometimes seven years ago. Being knights, we cannot readily praise Val, our priors, nor can we bow our heads. But then I should at least comply with Val's demands, and I would like to reward him.
That was just a little bitter not to know that I was going to owe Val twice for killing Eric and the cavaliers who were recruits at the time. I regret and regret that he could have been more sincerely thankful if he was not an ex-con, but an ordinary person with only bad behavior, mouth and personality.
And Arthur was also the same person who thought that the column and words would not be exchanged.
If so, I would have liked to convey my gratitude to him/her even if he/she had not been on the subject on this occasion. Thanks to you, I made it to Pride. That I can continue to be a knight thanks to you.
"Uh, yeah, hey, Master Pride was listening, right?
"Yes, it's easy, though. So only one thing, Val, was also answering.... although it was an indescribable response.
Silently gaze at Alan and Eric's words so that Arthur and Column are concerned.
Alan and Eric laughed lightly at each other, surprised by the unexpectedly large response from the two. No, it wasn't really a big deal, and for some reason, the two laughing bitterly at each other held their voices together the next moment.
"" I don't care where you help anybody, I don't want to be thanked again. I'm gonna throw up.
I don't want to be steamed back for the rest of my life, he said.
So he threw up evil and rolled into bed without saying anything else, and Alan laughed brightly, "It's weird," if Eric wrapped up at the end. I'm only wondering why Alan, a knight, uses one of the few hidden things like that. As Eric also returns his words peacefully, Arthur and Column
"……………………………… so.
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I slightly deviated from Alan and Eric on each face and grinned.
Cold sweat falls down to his neck, aware that the mouth end he is forced to pull up will be cracked.
Arthur unconsciously strokes his right arm under the table and the column is conscious to keep an eye out for Alan even if he is wrong only now.
Then Harrison, whose story had reached his ear only at the end, stopped his hand shaking the glass with his gaze dropped.
"... at least there's no incompetence in the Knights to make that man owe.
- I'm so sorry.
To Harrison's whining, Arthur's shoulder freaks up.
He eats and binds his teeth unnoticed, screaming so in his heart. I grabbed the moody right arm as much as I could.
Alan, who was unaware of it and turned his gaze to Harrison, grins bitterly with his right shoulder up in his low voice.
"No, but the colors are amazing. Look, there was a lot going on this time. I forgive you. Apart from not forgiving me. I guess I can have a knight or someone in my stomach who appreciates me.
- You're not even aware of what's inside your chest, Alan.
To Alan's words, the column can put force into his fist.
Alan himself does not know that Val helped him. Alan thinks only of the columns that were helped in the defensive battle a year ago and the contributions they made to the Knights, not himself now.
"Well, at least to Lieutenant Harrison and those of you who are captains, you don't have anything to do with borrowing with a delivery guy.
Because you are all strong. and Eric laughs calmly.
Eric has never been directly helped by Val. Ningro was one of the recruits killed seven years ago.
And I definitely don't want to just make borrowing from Val directly, at least beyond this. The Kingsguard knights themselves, who often associate with Pride, also associate more with Val than with other knights. But I think the knights who make mistakes in it but make direct borrowings would be about themselves among these five. That's about it, because they're all good knights with strength in front of them.
But Harrison was the only one who snorted straight at that Eric's words.
─ Me, the column saved me a year ago and...
- Excuse me, I borrowed it...
─ It's me, it's Alan,... I can't show you.
Alan, Arthur and Column speak only in their hearts.
There's no way I can tell Eric or Harrison. After all this confusion and disruption of the scene, Column still decided to take Val's case back to his grave.
Finally, the column and Arthur each empty the contents of the glass.
And reach for the second bottle. I noticed the column stretched out and when Arthur could pull his hand right in, the column silently poured booze into Arthur's glass first.
Thank you, Arthur bowed his head as he returned the words, received the bottle and now poured himself into the glass of the column. As we both mouth the second cup, I remember what Eric and Alan said earlier about Val.
"I don't care where you help or who you help, I don't want to be thanked again. I'm gonna throw up."
I mean, our gratitude is definitely annoying to Val, even in the chest.
Is that humble or his nature? I think that would be the latter for sure. He doesn't want to be appreciated, he doesn't want to be thanked, he wants to keep it hidden from himself if he can hide it.
I don't even want him to know that I saved Alan's life.
I don't even want Pride to know that I cured Arthur's injury knowing that he would find out the secret because of that condition.
The two of you understand that even if you pull out Val's major sins that you have committed in the past, you should not show him gratitude.
mouth more than that, forgetting thanks too, treating him as usual, staring at his words and deeds, pointing and
It's just as good as helping him keep a secret.
With that in mind, Column and Arthur drank the second glass early.