"Arthur Beresford. What are you doing?
Kiwi! Kiwi! and the sound of the swords bumping into each other was immediately after Harrison's remarks.
Arthur instantly pulled out his sword and prevented Harrison from flashing as he approached with his fast feet. Harrison's weight is firmly mounted on the sword he put behind him before turning around. Arthur bounced back at it with a giggly arm, finally turning to him after Harrison jumped away with momentum.
The knights surrounded themselves by Harrison's surprise attack and defense of Arthur, which they saw for a long time, turned. Oh...... Yay Captain Arthur! Arthur and the knights who noticed his presence also open their mouths to what Arthur had just done.
"No, what... I just brought the liquor as I saw it... First toast, we soon lost our liquor."
"That's what recruits do.
Harrison hangs up Arthur's words, which he puzzles but naturally returns.
Arthur was unnecessarily confused by the voice color that obviously seeped his anger. Sometimes it comes down to the self that Harrison is captain, but it's rare in itself to be involved in himself in a drinking seat. Arthur made his pale eyes black and white, wondering why he had made him so angry. Sure, it's no different to what a recruit does, but it's not uncommon by itself to help a recruit do his job. I don't care why you pay such attention now.
Arthur, who checked with his eyes to see if the liquor bottle arranged on the table was broken, lays down his sword to protect the liquor he had carried around the corner. I think it's been a long time since I've seen Harrison, too, if I can predict how to get out.
"What the fuck? Who is it? A knight who fought privately in a corner celebration seat.
One man scratches between the knights in a gentle tone for the word.
The moment his voice was heard, the knights around him and Arthur and even Harrison turned to the Lord of the Voice by body. Everyone who noticed his presence called him, paving the way before he could be hastily drawn from the way. If you forget that Arthur and Harrison will put their swords in the same position they put in, the Lord of Voices will say, "Hmm?" He roared gently and then laughed ridiculously without the vegetarian fury at the sight.
"Harrison, are you drunk already? Don't be too shy. And Arthur, don't burn Harrison, either. Next time, we'll both confiscate our swords.
Kuck, and both Arthur and Harrison bowed their heads to Clark, who compares them with a throat ringing and a laugh.
I'm sorry, Arthur remains slightly dissatisfied while lowering his voice. I burned it, nothing, I didn't do anything, but I was just unilaterally slashed. But he honestly admitted that there was no way he could respond to Clark, his lieutenant general.
Harrison also put the sword he had erected on his back in an instant, the moment Clark caught his attention. Harrison, who lowered his head deeper than he did to Clark, had long dark hair and could not even see his face from the side. However, Arthur understands from experience that he is still staring at himself beyond that hair because he felt something like killing had flown as soon as he turned his eyes on it.
"You have no idea why you pissed Harrison off, Arthur.
Oh, boy, and Clark walks over to Arthur with a laugh.
Arthur's attitude of looking back at Clark silently with his lips squeezed was an answer as it was. I had no choice, Clark put his hand on that Arthur's shoulder. Arthur, who just gently lifts his jaw to fit Clark's gaze closer to his back, complains with his eyes as if he wanted an explanation. Clark returned with a gentle grin Arthur, who would have stuffed him to teach in his usual tone if not in front of the knights.
"Arthur, that's what recruits do. I'm not telling you never to help, but not today.... you know why?
".................. no. I'm sorry.
Zero laughter that Clark would be so, to Arthur, who answers honestly.
But Arthur reflexively put up his sword again because symmetrically the killing from Harrison jumped. If Clark could call him "Harrison" to shelter Arthur, who shivers and tensions his shoulders, that alone made him hegemonic again like a breeze.
Clark put his hand on Arthur's shoulder as he stood, looking around as he could see. The presence of Arthur and Harrison, as well as Clark, the deputy commander, has raised the profile from all around. Clark, who tried to point it at each and every one of them with just his eyes, slapped Arthur's shoulder hard again after looking around.
"Because everyone wants to talk to you.
Arthur rounded his eyes to the unexpected answer.
If you look around as Clark suggests, it does look like the knights are turning their attention to themselves as well. But I don't know which reason that is. And even earlier, Arthur was carrying liquor and arranging it on the table, but nobody noticed at all. Still, none of the knights talked about it but saw themselves faraway without coming.
Clark asks first as he circles his thoughts on whether to reprimand him for his unsolicited actions in the recapture, or what happened on the tower, or -... With a clear and unambiguous voice, as the knights around you can hear.
"Now Arthur. How did that right arm heal?
Ha, ha, ha.
Arthur peels his eyes and opens his mouth to a bomb statement from Clark. What are you talking about? I looked back screaming in my heart.
I did tell Clark I couldn't tell him about it, but if I turned that look close to utterly silent, Clark snapped and laughed. And when he lurked his voice gently, he told Arthur, "Don't hesitate to say what you can't say," he said.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you that," Arthur said in a voice he could hear around him, finally understanding what he meant by that word.
"Why can't I tell you? That wouldn't have been a lie injury.
"I did get my arm truly cut off, and it was a serious injury. But I can't tell you. Because that's a promise.
"Are you okay now?
"Yes. I'm perfectly fine now.
"You were stopping Lord Pride's rampage, manipulated in secrecy by his life from His Majesty. Is there anything else you can't tell us?
"I can't tell you everything about what happened in the torture tower...... I think I can answer otherwise.
The knights also stopped drinking and listened to Arthur's words as he repeated the Q&A as Clark prompted them.
To his reply, Clark, laughing and returning, nodded again and again, at the end of the day turning behind with satisfaction before grabbing Arthur's shoulders.
"... and that's the thing. You guys, if you don't, blame him for asking as many questions as you want.
Clark, who said something noisy in a bright voice that he could finally crush with alcohol, single-handedly thrust Arthur's back.
"Duh, duh, duh," Arthur said, suddenly pushed by Clark and nearly fell to the front, but stopped on his own before falling. I shouted in my heart with what a jerk I was doing, but I couldn't even beat him on the spot right now. I only held my fist. Remember, I roared in my head and looked back gently, at the same time.
"Captain Arthur... please...!
One of the first knights handed Arthur a jock lined with booze with both hands.
I was surprised Arthur suddenly poked at me, but I immediately received it as "Thank you......"
Arthur, who engages with anyone regardless of his squad, enlistment time, or position, was familiar with the knight. However, Arthur is also puzzled by the fact that he changed and received a hot gaze after hitting from a knight who hadn't looked me in the eye for a month. I thought I should say something with one hand of booze, or wait until the knight said it, and now I got a good slap on the back with momentum from another direction.
"All right, drink up, Arthur. I can't believe we're talking about this!
I didn't think it was Clark.
Looking back, other senior knights have banged and slapped Arthur on the back many times. Not just one, the other knights drink and drink and slap themselves on the back and shoulders one after the other. I can't even react well to the knights, whose attitude until today was approximate, laughing at me as usual as a lie. I just understood that many times I was slapped to drink, and that the knights filling all sides were paying attention to waiting for me to drink.
Once his throat rang loudly from the tension, Arthur, ready, looked up to the beer in one breath. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! "and a pleasant voice goes up. Throughout his throat until the last drop, Pu - as soon as he exhaled and wiped his mouth, he was hailed with great praise and cheer.
"Arthur, are you sure those arms are real?"
"Captain Arthur, let me tell you something about the tower away."
"Hey, Captain Arthur, is it true you beat Master Pride?"
"Captain Arthur! Someday with Mr. Steele……………"
"Arthur, don't you dare let me hit you once."
One knight after the other presses out to Arthur in cheer.
The knights spoke up in various ways to Arthur, who was in early birth. At the same time, Arthur's jocks, which should have been emptied, are poured and overflowing one after the other. If we retreated to too much momentum, the approaching knights pushed each other away, and turned their arms around its shoulders so as to take Arthur together, slapping him on the back, calling him out loud at once.
While answering queries from the knights in turn, they are stripped down to their wraps if they notice. "Dare to shoulder! Show me where the scratches are!" Arthur, who was pulled off his team clothes the same way he was when he was made Alan, took himself off after emptying the jock again. Everyone in the knight raises an exclamation on his right arm without even a scratch mark, reaching out to confirm. Bassimbassingly slapped and seriously hurt a few times but still Arthur ate his teeth just to flatter his face. My men held down three knights trying to beat me up for real. "I know how you feel, but please calm down! scream." I knew you were angry, and Arthur moistened his throat with his mouth on the poured jock again.
Both Clark and Harrison, who were just there, are disappearing at some point. I wonder what it was after all. Arthur answered their question as the knights rubbed him. He was poured liquor, stroked his head full of strength enough to take a string wrapped around his head, slapped on his shoulder and back, answered questions again, and poured liquor. I sweat on my forehead, wrapped in the enthusiasm and alcohol of the knights.
Over time, I don't even know how many hours it's been since my head got foggy blurry about whether it's the booze or the heat. As I jocked with the knights, the throat was ringing and more people were around Arthur repeatedly questioned. He turned his arms around his shoulders and placed his elbows, and an already raised knight jumped from his back despite his flexible body. Some weight is bearable Arthur, but still leaks his voice ghoulishly. It's heavy and painful and painful and narrow and hot, but Arthur liked this kind of air and exuberance between the knights more than that. They were already more drunk than I had recommended, and nearly seventy percent of knights were turning bright red in their bodies. And it was time to turn the water...... and when Arthur began to turn his attention to the water drain at a table nearby.
Potato......
A drop fell on Arthur's face and told him on his cheek.
Hmm? And I wiped it with my hands lightly the first time. I wondered if the liquor had been zeroed, or if it was a droplet of jock, and didn't really care.
But that's what I thought, too. Pocahontas and drips come down like rain between the bundles. If you put your face up that someone might be getting drunk in too much and zeroing the contents of the jock.
"Eh... good for you, Arthur...
A knight was jumping on his own back, crying.
Arthur doubted his eyes when he looked directly at the way a knight who would not cry, even if he was usually cheerfully drunk, was tearing apart. If you look back round your eyes with Pocan, the knights beside you will say, "Captain Nolan!," he put his hand on his back to support him, softly mopping. But the knights were also weeping as they spoke to him, wiping tears with their arms.
If Arthur tried to speak up to worry about what was going on, he noticed that before then the drops would fall on him again and his clothes would become damp on his skin. Not from Nolan, Arthur looked around as he noticed, and until just now the knights, who were loud and noisy and laughing, were now quiet as if they had struck water. Every one of them was smiling and tears worn away, wiping them with their arms and back of their hands, and still not stopping to pass them off their jaws and shed them.
I've exchanged alcohol many times before, and I haven't seen Arthur get drunk until he crumbles. I can't block my mouth open to that figure I've never seen. Cry, tremble shoulders, wipe with jock-handed arms, and pompous the names of the knights covering their faces with empty hands, Arthur calls. But still, their tears and their ringing throat only intensified.
Good, good, my arm, miracle, back to the knight, alive, help, my right arm, really, laughing, worrying, Arthur, I thought I was going to die, Captain, good, good, good.
Words overflowing from the mouths of the knights with tears falling like rain grains were all a relief to Arthur. In their tears and their appearance overflowing with drunkenness, Arthur finally realizes that he has ever been terribly mistaken. Even while I knew that, a knight of his contemporaries, who was turning his arms around his shoulder, let out a chirping voice to bite him.
"Huh... Arthur... eh.
Since the day Arthur was transported with serious injuries, no knight has ever had a chest ache about him.
Everyone gave up his knight life to Arthur, who lost his right arm. And after I woke up, I was determined to reward him for wanting to help Pride out.
Neither Arthur's deprivation of his life as a knight, nor his inability to name a knight, was Arthur the only one desperate and suffering from it.
If he rubbed off with Arthur during the recapture war, he doubted his eyes and doubted his reality in complaining that he had healed to captainship. Stunning won so much that I couldn't even afford to be happy. It can't be any good injury treatment special ability person such as right arm regeneration.
Nobody could hear about Arthur's arm because the strict precautionary regime continued in the Knights after the recapture. I even wondered if he hadn't been cut off from the start or if he was an illusion, a prosthetic hand, or if he was still just deluding himself with some special ability.
There's no way you can ask if you're in sight or if you're in person. I would be extremely impressed if Arthur's right arm was fully healed under circumstances that must remain tense. If it is a temporary override or deception, it may once again become desperate and unable to remain calm. That's why everyone in the knight kept avoiding Arthur's right arm except that he even needed to have a conversation with him.
The very fact that Arthur, so badly wounded with a life-threatening, rather than knightly life, was the usual in front of them was too much to shake their emotions. Calm as a knight, now the more conscious you are of the strict system of discipline, the harder it is to even put him in sight instead of dealing with Arthur as usual.
Not a few knights thought they would get used to it after a month, calm down, but in the meantime they just continued to itch about not even having a good conversation with Arthur. I still can't even be happy to "heal good" cheaply until my right arm is guaranteed. But Arthur's wounds are too deep to ask cheaply.
Even Alan, Column, and Harrison, who heard full healing directly from Arthur, struggled to keep their emotions in front of them even after a night of being able to regain Arthur as a knight with Pride. Often involved as Kingsguard knights, they cared as much as possible about the usual as they understood Arthur's complete healing, but still put it up every time they saw Arthur and Pride laughing alongside each other. As far as Eric was concerned, it was the first time he knew Arthur was fully healed in the torture tower.
If I had more to organize as a Kingsguard knight without being convinced why I had completely healed or if I was really in person, I would have just bitten my mouth off over and over again. The more we acted together, the more I realized that it was the real Arthur next door who really healed like a lie. He was definitely holding Arthur in his arms crying if not in a state of solemnity in a strict system of precautions. Once or twice, if you put it in your sight with pride, you've also held your fist hard and excited your head that might even make you think it's not real.
And now that they've made sure Arthur is fully healed in the Knights, where all the tensions have been lifted, they can't stop overflowing for a month.
".................. sorry. Thank you so much......
To the knights who cried with their faces bright red, that was the first word Arthur could squeeze out.
If I understood that you had been worried about me the whole time, that you were sick of your right arm, and that you were relieved of your full healing and that you were sincerely happy to return to the knight, this time I even included Arthur.
At the same time, I finally understand why Style was angry and why he was crying at today's breakup.
"Think properly, fool"
Style also said he cried for himself.
I understand that by now he had made me sick and relieved and happy.
Arthur also knew that the knights were not the only ones, but that the style had always been distracting. But I'm glad you thought so not only about pride, but even about yourself. And that's why I regret saying insensitive things then.
"I'm so glad to be back in the knight,... and to have another knight with you.... I'm sorry to bother you.
Arthur realizes that his voice will be heard step by step.
My vision seeped as I said it, and I bowed my head with apologies and gratitude for not seeing their faces properly crying. A knight jumps on his back, turns his arm around his shoulder, and places his elbow. Arthur thought that everyone seemed to hold themselves together at some point. The knight's hand, holding the liquor bottle in one hand in an attempt to pour it on me, shuddered as he descended, and even stopped to look up to the liquor without being able to wipe away the tears and hold it down.
I also make a potato on the floor while leaning down again and a small water hoard from my pale eyes, stopping. It's hard not to tell you exactly why it was fully healed. But at the same time, I was so happy that they were happy with their full healing that they were putting so much effort into eating and tying teeth that they didn't care why.
"... there. Everybody rest a little. It will be because of the booze, hang it in the chair once from those who drank the water. As those who do not feel well call for recruits.
Tan, they all obeyed the voice that approached them walking toward them with all sorts of shaking.
Captain Column, if Column...... and some of the knights muttered, Column poured the water into their jock with one hand. The liquor, which had not been drank out, diminished, and the empty jock was filled with water, by the way. When I found a knight whose jock had not yet been sipped, I collected every jock and handed him the leftover watermarks from the contents instead. Hand instructed the recruits who were nearer, and they also offered water to the former knights under the command of the column.
Beat each one of them on the shoulder to work, comfort them, mop their backs, and encourage them to go to the chair as they calm down their feelings. And at last, the knights, who are attached to Arthur, carefully peel them off one by one without a single drink. The last one walked away from Arthur and stroked Arthur's head bowing as he left. His head, which had already been mocked by the knights, was disturbed by his hair, and the hair strings that had been tied with the stroke of the last of them were untied and fell to the floor.
Bassari, and the column gently slapped his shoulder on Arthur's face as his long hair drooped. Bitter, Arthur's shoulder went up and down once, but that was all. "Excuse me......" the words released in a shriveled and shriveled voice contained the same meaning that annoyed the hand of the column and the apologies addressed to the other knights.
To Arthur's words, the column picked up a hair string that fell off the floor when he tapped his shoulder again. Gently dust and bracket Arthur's long hair straight out of the front.
"There are many other knights who are so happy to cry that you have been able to return to the knight. Me too, Alan, Eric and Harrison are one of them.
I leaned down, and I could see him smiling gently at that voice of the column, even with his gaze down on the wet floor. Zuzz...... Arthur stuck his throat as he sipped his red nose and nodded instead.
He said, "Wait a little longer," and realized in the words of the column that he was in the process of getting his hair tied, and from there he stopped moving one thing.
"You can cry. But if you're sad that you can't talk about the example,... if you want to reward their thoughts, talk to them from you.
All right, that's good. and the column puts its hands on both shoulders of Arthur, whose hair was bound as if it were a lie that was disturbing. And guzzled, and gently mocked its back at the way it sighed like a child's nose.
Arthur thinks he's no match for this guy after all, with a word back to the column's words. I rubbed my eyes hard enough to turn red, swallowed them in my mouth, and then raised my face. The column I give back with a grin to him that meets me properly was Arthur's gentle expression as expected.
I'm going...... and Arthur, who returned it with a crushed voice, deeply thanked the column when he could sip all the jocks left in it. Turn around from the nearby table and turn your back on the column to talk to the other knights. Then "Arthur" was called to rest again before putting his legs forward. Yes, if you look back as you give it back,...... you can hold it with both arms uncrafted.
Surprised, as it was solidifying without being able to react, the column slapped Arthur's back pampered gently to make sure he turned with that arm he held tight.
"Well back. He was a brilliant player in the recapture. Tighten your chest.
If I told him so, Sora and Column loosened their arms from Arthur.
The column that Arthur noticed told him so shortly after he held him back, he finally placed his hand gently on Arthur's shoulder with Pong before retreating to the other knights. Arthur rubbed his eyes with gossip and his arms full of strength again if he thought that the eye of the column that he laughed at was shaking slightly, which I'm sure was not a mistake.
... I can't cry when people say things...
Arthur appealed to the column in his heart alone, thinking that he had often been able to bear to cry for five years now.
When you take a water drain from a nearby table that leaves its contents in your hand, you mouth it directly and drink it off. So with his head slightly chilled, Arthur headed to the knights this time with his legs only slightly heavier.
I thought I'd drink till it crumbles tonight. While you decide on your mind.