"In n... nah, I'm talking about, Style!
Kick, kick, kick.
After the Pride Kingsguard knight was time to take turns and Alan and Column took turns, Style invited Arthur, who had fallen asleep, to his own auditorium. Style also had permission from Vest to match his rest time to Arthur's.
It's been a long time since they've exchanged swords with each other, and it was actually their first time in three months. Because it hasn't been that close since Pride fell.
Meet each other with a sword and see how to get out. And as usual, Arthur was the first to cut the paralysis. Staring at Stayle just saying you must have asked him out, he kicked out relentlessly.
"... from your sister, a reward.
Stile shrugged like a whisper as he jumped a kick and avoided it.
As soon as that happens, Arthur moves bluntly on the contrary. My heart bounced up to rock my body and my face stained bright red. The sword that wields his mouth tied in one letter lands on the ground instead of the sword of the style, and it solidifies.
If Style paid it up with his sword to cover it, Arthur held his mouth down to cover his face with one arm as he fluttered and stepped back.
"Have you made up your mind yet?
"What the fuck! You can't take it. Wow."
I wave my sword sideways ramblingly as I raise my rubbed voice.
Arthur retreated further so that he could not hear his heart as he clenched his empty sword without reaching the style.
Again, Style nods in response as expected.
It hasn't been half a day since Pride told me that. From the style, there was anticipation that Pride would try to thank or apologize for anything to Arthur and the Kingsguard knights. And Arthur reluctantly tries to say no.
"It's how you feel, sister. You should just take it honestly. Especially you.
You just took it for granted as his knight.
"Who stopped your runoff by herself, sister, by even cutting off the title of knight?
Shut your mouth on the way to the words of Nguyen and Style.
This reward also means thanks and apologies from Pride to the Kingsguard Knight. Because first after she was invaded by madness, she suppressed her rampage, then kept it secret for nearly two months, and prevented her from falling and harming herself in the recapture battle with extraction by Style and Jilbell.
Arthur's accomplishments in particular are significant. Without him, there could have been more damage to the guards and a mistake with Adam. If it were to be a matter of having to move the Knights, the ugliness of Pride had spread to all Knights before the Retrieval War, instead of the Ninth Squad.
"No... but I guess that's too much for me then. You probably know that too, don't you? …… of the celebration, on the day"
"I'm a legitimate appraisal.
Style rolls out the poke as he slashes Arthur with words.
Arthur did not move off the spot for the sudden attack, knocking off a blow to the style with only the sword movement. Kim! and the metal sounded each other, and now the sword of Style on the ground.
"Do you want to be beaten up again?
"No, I've had enough"
Style, who knew he would be slapped down by Arthur, saw Arthur, not the sword, without changing his expression either. Despite the style that prevented the attack, Arthur turns his throat confused by the pitch-black eye he was more directed at.
"Again, I unconsciously sheltered my abdomen beaten by him with a certain silence a few days ago by the words of Style. Even then, Arthur had been beaten without question as a result of accidental silence in front of Style.
But from Arthur's point of view, it was really too much already. I am able to take back my pride alive and again stand by my pride as a knight. You said you got everything you wanted, but you can't take it if you get a medal with a reward on it.
Only that feeling of pride saying "personal reward" pulsed my heart to the point where my breath was painful. Despite all that one-handed behavior for Arthur, it was as luxurious as being allowed to be a knight like this.
"By and large... I want it all, but what can I do better than this... I can't think of anything at all. Something I want, something I want that guy to do, something like that, something like that, something like that, something like that. Eh.
Once I deviated from face to face, the heat twitched as I said it myself.
Squeeze your loose lips along the way and bite them in your mouth. I'm going to turn my eyes just to think. "A reward from me personally," the words were too destructive for Arthur.
It's not natural if you think about what you want me to do. I want to dance with Pride again, her desire to eat handmade is quite. Furthermore, if I remembered that I had received a letter and received a blessing on my forehead, I would naturally have wanted to wish for a second time.
Style exhales from his nose at Arthur's palpable reaction. I guess so, even without words, there was some conjecture about what Arthur was thinking. I also wanted to follow my partner a little bit, but now I threw more to get to the point than that.
"... about a week after the recapture. Sister, remember what you were talking about?
Arthur's eyes circle over the sudden way the topic flies.
And as I remembered, I waved my sword gently on the style, returning a word. Naturally, I remember what I told you. But I don't know what you're referring to. Then he spins his words with one sword after another on the sword that Arthur waves so that the style also fits. I haven't even told Arthur about Tiara's king sister yet. But now the only common topic we talked about on that occasion was enough.
"... My sister was trying to pull herself off the throne by feeling responsible for this.
KING! And until just now, the sword can be struck with stronger force.
Arthur also remembers accordingly with one hand. Sure, that's what Pride and Stayle said then. It is understandable that a responsible pride has contemplated making that decision as a princess, and that she was sick. That was quite predictable for Arthur, too.
In fact, I was still surprised when I found out that such a story was going on in front of the Queen. But it wasn't there that Arthur felt most shocked and doubted his ears. In retrospect of that time, you remembered the same thing as yourself. The sword of Style was gradually sharpened.
Arthur earnestly defends himself against the sword muscle and power that holds him back from anger. The distance does not open so as not to overhear the story of Stayle, but simply flips or plays the sword. With his anger spear flowing through him, his eyes were burning like a pink black eye burning.
"And," Style tells him to bite off, revealing his anger as he recalls.
He said he was going to leave the country with Val.