"Cheers." Many of the men's voices combined to roar.
Knights Exercise Grounds.
After all the exercises, the knight trying to get back to his room at that time when he was allowed to rest, there was no one but Squad Eight who hated to hang out.
The feast, which was unloaded with formal permission by the Knights Commander, took place in a hall in the auditorium of the Knights. The table the recruits carried was narrow and lined with liquor bottles, barrels and jocks, water drains and glasses. The food served by the dining room was also served on a large plate, but many knights consumed alcohol three times faster than the food.
Retrieval of the First Princess Pride.
Eliminate the Radical Imperial Army without letting out a single dead person.
The recapture and escort of the royal family that had been held hostage.
And the Radiyan Empire acknowledged its defeat and signed a treaty. The Knight of the Ninth Squad pursued with transparency to a few kilometres away that there was no one left in the army of the Radiya Empire. One army was only off course from the home of the Radian Empire, but there were no signs of turning back to the Kingdom of Friesia. It is inevitable that they will pass through their own colonial and dependent states, which will take a month to reach their home countries. This would mean that they left the Kingdom of Friesia without delay.
And today. For the first time a month after the recapture, the Knights were allowed to win the complete victory of the Kingdom of Friesia.
"What happened to Arthur?"
Alan looked around as he glazed and drank with the knights gathering a toast to himself one after the other.
He has never seen Arthur since he gathered from the knights who finished the exercise in the hall and began the whole toast by the Knights Commander.
Eric stopped Alan from putting his foot on to see from the top of the table, wondering if he hadn't come yet. "We've just had a toast," Alan said to Eric, raising his voice, leaving Alan with no choice but to step down.
"Arthur saw it once when he walked into the hall, but... he was helping recruits prepare for the feast.
"Not again! He's already the captain of the main unit.
Eric says with a bitter laugh, Alan also gets caught on the way and laughs.
Arthur often mixes with recruits for chores, even after becoming a main unit knight, and Ai remains the same. There is no unnatural Arthur mixed with recruits if you look only at his age, but besides the Knights Squad. Besides, he was obviously floating from a distance, wrapped around his captain's uniform. Recruits also shy away every time, but there is no way that their position could be strongly said to their upper opponents that they would eventually break better.
"I mean, Eric, if you had noticed, stop him. Especially this time. Arthur's on the drinking side, isn't he?
"No, I can't. Because as soon as Lord Pride finished his Kingsguard assignment today, the thread was cut off. Honestly, I've been tight the past month just for Arthur to get into my sight myself.
Haha, and Eric, laughing and clearly saying no, tilted the jock to mislead his remarks as they were.
"That's right..." Alan hammers at Gubigbi and Eric, who rarely rattles his throat from the beginning. While doing so, the knights of the other squads gathered again to exchange alcohol for Alan. Alan also smiled at them and answered, bumping the jock into each other with a smile, then listened to the poured liquor all at once and drank it off. To Eric as it flows, "Don't you dare swallow it, too!" and poured booze on Gabagaba and his jock, which was still nearly half left. Surface tension alone is unbearably overflowing with poured liquor, wet his hand with every handshake. Eric is not surprised by it either, as it is common in the drinking area. However, because I had just swallowed a large mouthful earlier, I was frightened by the amount of alcohol that could be poured.
The knights of the squad, who were closest to Eric being poured alcohol by Alan, the captain, raise their voices and pay attention. Eric laughs as he drips a strand of sweat down to his cheek, wondering if this is where he'll be ready to take a sip.
"Alan, don't get too involved with your men.... Eric. Don't drink too much from the start, either.
Pong, make sure you get in between and the column puts your hand on that arm before Eric leans back on the jock.
Good job! and Alan pointed his lips at the same time as the knights raised their voices. "That's about as good as it sounds," he said, pouring booze on the column jock as well.
The bottle finally empties where I overflowed the liquor from the jock in the column. Turning the arms of those with empty bottles to the shoulders of the column, now the other knights poured booze on Alan's jock again. If you didn't hesitate to empty it again by asking, you emptied the jock overflowing the column to continue as well.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. If the knights around them cheered for a rare sip of the column, the whole hall became more lively like a calling water.
"Yeah, hey, column. Do you have any idea where Arthur is? I didn't see it at all.
"Arthur... I haven't seen it since my shift on Kingsguard duty either. Are you mixed up with recruits again, or are you with someone in your sync?
Already with his shoulders together, he flaunts Alan, who stinks of alcohol, and the column returns. If you don't even see Arthur in the column that moves to each table and labors the knights around themselves, both Alan and Eric wonder if he's really not on the spot.
We all know that until today Arthur felt largely confused and awkward about the attitude from the knights around him. I even imagine I'm going back to my room alone only this time. I thought I'd go look for Alan and Eric in earnest out there, then.
Kiwi! Kiwi! It sprang up from a point where there was a familiar metal sound and the chivalry of the knights.
"... right there.
"Right.
"Harrison......
Alan, Eric and Column exhale sequentially.
He took a far-sighted look at the corner of the hall, which began to receive attention from the entire hall as it was. I only decide that you seem to be constantly feeling fine with the purposeful ringing and the sound of successive sword meetings, not once but twice and three times. I also thought we should go stop them, but on this occasion they also rang each other a jock poured with booze by their men that they would not even need to leave.
The caravan and three minutes of jocks sounded, tilted in alignment. Except for Alan, we both ended up throbbing just one bite, but once we shut our mouths there, our mouths would loosen as if they were in the air around us. Just floating in the heat of the upbeat knights, Alan let go of the arm he turned on the shoulder of the column. Because the column hasn't worked for the knights yet.
Once released by Alan, the column took a liquor bottle from a nearby table and shouted and threw it to Alan. When I only told Alan, who received the bottle from the air with one hand, "Don't force Eric to drink it," he left again for another table to work for his men.
So Alan, laughing and waving his hand at receiving the liquor bottle, gently hit Eric's shoulder with his own jock. "Tell me if you want to get drunk," Eric replies with a single voice to Alan, laughing.
"Speaking of which, Captain Alan, this is the array I got your word for today...... are you sure you're going to be as declared before?
"Mm, no? Look, there's something going on. Then let me ask you something else ~.
Alan also turns his voice to Eric's throw as he dives in his voice and asks.
If you poorly put out words such as "Dear Pride," the next moment, the knights around you will drink you. Because he knew it, Alan casually turned his arm around Eric's shoulder this time. Attract Eric with one arm and bring his face closer so that he can hear each other even in the noise. From all around, it just seems like Alan is tangled up with his men, as usual.
Alan threw the question this time to Eric, who returns the reply from Alan as if he was convinced that he was "after all..."
"What about you like that? Have you decided yet?"
"Eh! I'm really, really... already..."
Despite the expected inquiry, Eric's shoulders still rise and fall.
Eric blushed, independently of booze, letting the upset honestly be exposed. Because there are knights already made of alcohol early, only now is his blush and rubbed voice completely inconspicuous.
Alan shook Eric's shoulder and said, "Hey?," Eric asked again, shaking his neck hard and sideways with a bright red face.
"Really! I'm really, really satisfied with myself already... I could get that one back, and I've seen him smile many times already. Besides,...... eh......................... Sir too......
Twitch...... and at the end Eric's vision seeped out with his voice plundering.
I immediately noticed it myself and quickly rubbed it with the hands of those who were available, but I couldn't control it properly. Alan replied softly, "I know," that Eric cried out, who should still have a lot of room to get drunk.
Eric turns his face to the soft voice and its words, which are rare for Alan. Then Alan laughed and showed her all his strength as if it were nothing again. "Cry, cry, cry, cry!," he said brightly, crouching his chestnut short hair and stroking his head, disturbing.
"Captain Alan! Lieutenant Eric."
In the meantime, many more knights will gather for Alan and the others. Ooh! And if Alan replied by posting a jock that it was booze again,... I accidentally caught a grin in a different air earlier.
The eyes of the knights are gleaming as they look at them. Most of them were Knights of the Ninth Squad when they saw their faces. "If you think you're here, the next moment the knights will be stuck and narrow your escape route. One of the knights raises his voice on behalf of Alan, who bows forward with his arm around his shoulder as he dares to let Eric's face bow.
"Is it true that Lord Pride promised me a personal reward..."
Until earlier, when the dialogue was skinned, he turned his back and turned to each of the noisy knights, looking back toward Alan with a workout reflex.
Most knights have not seen their pride in a long time, except for the Ninth Squad and themselves, and some of the Seventh Squad. It was a attention that Alan and the others were no longer used to asking how Pride was doing and how he was doing, as they did every day, but not now. It's not just about pride, it's about her personally, and if you say so, "The reward speech was also very shocking to the knights. Tell me more about it! Have you made up your mind yet? Have you been asking me before? The boulder is the captain. The pursuit of alcohol is not the only reason.
"Ha! Then I'll talk to you over there. See you later, Eric.
Speaking out and laughing, Alan casually misses only Eric backwards.
Pushing Eric behind his back with a gentle thrust of his back, he walks to the table where he leaves the knights with a vigorous jock in his voice echoing across the hall, "Gather over here who wants to hear Master Pride's story." Some knights wanted to talk to Eric, but a knight gathers at a glance at Alan trying to speak more aggressively than that. Many knights continued on Alan's back as he turned his arms around the shoulders of the following knights and left with a big laugh.
Alan, who missed Eric and took on the storyteller by himself, sipped off the poured liquor once again and finally hung his feet on the table after being flattened this time.
"Drink till morning tonight. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. The knights also shook up their fists and jocks to match Alan with his jock up.
Still, the long night of the Knights had just begun.