"Uh... Deputy Eric! Um... should I come with you...?
A voice rubbed up in a tense mood is called from behind Eric.
Looking back, the knights, who were enjoying the booze with Eric, also looked at the same time. If you look at it, there was Arthur with a tight neck and a tense jock. Not only his body, but his pale eyes were red and slightly swollen around his eyes. The knights around him said, "Arthur! Captain Arthur!" As he raised his voice, he squeezed his mouth and waited for Eric's reply.
As early as possible, a few hours had passed since the feast began.
Arthur was entering a group of knights himself to greet as many knights as he could.
The Knight of the Eighth Squad either avoided the same or greeted him immediately to return him without hesitation, but most of the other knights were delighted with the booze with Arthur, welcomed him, and at the end of the day he was pushed to drunkenness and cried, so he could hardly get around all the knights. Arthur, who unintentionally made him cry after drinking with about two groups of people, himself swollen his eyes and turned to the flutter and the next knights.
Naturally, Arthur, who had finally given up, was searching around for Eric among the many exuberant places that it would be impossible to go around them all.
I have never officially reported my right arm to him only once before, while I have faced each other many times in the Kingsguard Knight. I really wanted to say hello on this occasion, even though I thought it was now.
Eric was drinking with the knights of the most and second squads at a table just a little off the center. At the table right there, Alan rides on the table and thrives with many knights in the story of pride.
Much thanks to the booze, my feelings improved brightly, and the tearing marks were deluded. Arthur just appeared where he now had more and more mouths to open and laugh like all the other knights.
Eric has been treating Arthur as usual for the past month, but now that the strict system has been lifted and the thread of tension has been broken, it's hard to fix it. But...
"You bet! Here, come, come!"
With a reddish face with alcohol, Eric laughed and did not hesitate to invite Arthur.
As the other knights invited Arthur with them, Eric finally pulled him in with his arms around his back as he approached the distance he could reach. If we just slapped Arthur on the back as it were and the two of us glanced forward, the more booze the knights poured over the two jocks one after the other.
"Um, Deputy Eric. Don't worry about me."
"It's okay, it's okay. Better than that. Right arm is fine now, right?
Eric forgives Arthur for his caged mouth.
It had already reached the ears of Eric and the others that Arthur's right arm had truly healed completely. Really good, if Eric laughed while saying so, Arthur's expression would be soothed.
I nodded at the inquiry, and as soon as I affirmed the full healing of my right arm with one voice, as before, the knights around me raised their voices and thrived. I put up a jock with a toast, and when I hit it with Garraan, many other knights jumped to Arthur besides Eric, slapping him on the back and shoulder.
While laughing bitterly at the treatment he's already used to, Arthur realizes his feet are more easily flimsy than they were earlier. Still, I drank nearly half the jock after the toast, and I looked around at the knights around me to see if they had any glasses on them.
Lieutenant Cheerick.
I stopped by accident. And Arthur turned his voice upside down.
Eric, who was blushing even though he had just toasted, is laughing and crying.
The expression was the usual smile, Eric, who was pointing at Arthur without hiding it, but from his eyes he wore out and was already overflowing with tears. "It's okay," Eric replied, waving one hand to Arthur, who raised his apprehension as to whether he was ill or drunk at the speed of crying too fast.
"No, because I can't. Because I don't know how many times I've cried in the past month. Give it up because you can't help being crying today.
"Oh, I give up."
You won't be all right at all. The knights around you laugh out loud at Arthur screaming and Eric crying and laughing.
That's right. Give it up, laugh, and I'll pour more booze on Arthur. Many knights have already made up a great deal, so as I talked to them, more people started crying again. When one of the senior knights who would have more sermons said to Arthur, "How much do you think it would be a loss if you were gone," "How can you clean up your worries with words," and "If you die, I'll cry," he cried out of his head, "Really good," at the end of the day.
"Glad to have another Kingsguard knight with you, Arthur. Have you decided on a reward from Lord Pride?
He was thrown like that with an indelible voice from Goho and Eric and coughed up to be able to choke even after emptying the jock.
Eric, peeking into Arthur, who would turn red as his face applied more to the exact topic, returned "Oh or have you decided -" after showing his teeth and laughing. I haven't said anything and it's confirmed, but I can't deny it.
Then the other knights approached, "What?" "Arthur, what do you want?" No, that... and while I was looking for a way out, Eric, who gently slapped Arthur on the back, said, "Is that embarrassing?" and make fun of it rarely. No. I wanted to scream reflexively, but I still couldn't deny it and squeezed my mouth tight instead. "Deputy Eric, yes..." Arthur leaked to Eric, laughing hahahaha at the way it was going. I only swallowed my mouth once that Eric's eyes, which had turned to it, were still overflowing. And...
"Lieutenant Eric has already decided on a reward from Lord Pride."
"Captain Alan ~ ~ Arthur is here!
Eric, loud enough to dare paint Arthur's voice, called on Alan, who was on the table with his hand beside his mouth.
He was Arthur, who now shouted out in his voice, but could not afford to sue for the words that followed. In the next moment, Alan jumped from the top of the table to Arthur with a kick, screaming so loudly that he mistakenly called "Arthur". The number of attention from the knights jumps at once on Alan's jump in and Arthur's name, which was in the spotlight.
Alan lands in front of Stone and Arthur so much that he doesn't think he's drunk. Surprised that Alan suddenly came down in front of him, Arthur, who later retired, was about to fall this time. His back was supported by Eric's arms and the knights behind him, but still his upper body swayed grassy.
Captain Alan, and if I tried to call him in front of me, I was caught getting my hands spread out and secured with Gabba before that. Already largely cheerful with his booze, Alan stroked Arthur's head with his elbow-bound hands as he tightened his arms. The hairstyle, which has managed to be maintained since it was aligned in the column, is again disturbed to the left and right. Wahahaha! and laughing out loud and adoring Arthur, Alan was greatly intoxicated by the field air as well as booze.
"No, I'm so glad, Arthur! Master Pride will cry when he finds out he's got his arm up. ~?
"Please don't say no."
Arthur screams up close at Alan's statement released with a laugh.
Absolutely. It seeped from the face where it was made red to the cold sweat. Pride, who hasn't been asked for details about Arthur's injuries, still doesn't even know that Arthur's arm was severed for the reason that he's healed. And I hope Arthur doesn't know this for the rest of his life.
He slapped Arthur on the back with his arms turned and Alan said "I know," to Arthur, who roughed up his voice in desperate shape.
"That was awesome. It's hard. Come on, Harrison's gonna be pretty because you're not gonna wake up when he's transported, and the knights are gonna be stuck, and Master Stayle's gonna be dead after he's distracted.
"Shh... sorry......
Arthur raised his shoulder to Alan, who talks like nothing in a bright tone with Slurpee.
I think about how worried I was when I was just slightly asked if that had happened since I was transported seriously injured. It was a little too clear about the style, but not long before I pointed out to too much Alan's neat way of saying it.
"Even after you woke up. Me and these guys depressed all the knights, and I seriously doubted your eyes when you showed up with your right arm already ~?
It's not growing. It was originally bonded, I'd say, but I can't.
Arthur again only zeroed a word or two of apology as he bowed his head to Alan's quick mouth, which would not allow prediction. Then Alan says, "Well, if you can't say it, you can't help it," and loosens his arm from Arthur as he continues to say the words like it's nothing. Turning directly to each other's faces from the state they were holding each other in, Alan laughed as she showed Nica her teeth.
"Whatever you dare to come back.
! And if I threw it at the knights around me as it were, my prestigious voice would be returned without interruption.
If he thinks he's been put together before he knows it, Alan poured booze on Arthur's jock telling him to drink. Arthur is extremely impressed when he is told to rush over words that are too gentle, and the liquor and tear glands were already loose.
I could bite my back teeth, but still tears seeped into my eyes. Saying the contents of the jock poured to delude me with a gubbing throat, I managed to swallow the tears as well. Alan emptied the contents of the jock himself, talking about things like an old man, "No - I'm going to live long," as if it were a joke. Where the knights poured it on Arthur and Alan's jock again, Alan exalted it without worrying about the contents overflowing.
Here's to Arthur! Arthur's face became even hotter because he was shouted, and even more so because the knights were not lost and responded accordingly. I don't think I'm going to be toasted in my own name, and even more so because it's Alan who's partitioning that audio head, it smells extra lit. I'm multiplying it by Eric and putting up a jock.
If you drank the contents of the jock again to delude yourself that it was just hot because of the booze, now Alan poured the booze. "The liquor is delicious because you're safe," Arthur was totally poked in the tear gland when he laughed.
Arthur leaned back at the jock before responding, almost crying just out loud. The knights respond with pleasant cheers to Arthur's drink, which continues unabated. Alan slapped Arthur on the back and turned his arm around his shoulder saying it was a good drink.
"Sarasu is the youngest cavalry captain ever! Next year is the year to take the seat of the best knight captain from the column."
"Captain Column is better..."
Suddenly, Arthur's low voice was emitted to cut off the cheerful Alan's voice.
For a moment, Alan had a bad feeling in his chest at a different voice color than he had just done to think he was angry. Alan's reaction and Arthur's low voice made the other knights feel strange. Arthur? Captain Arthur......? and call him, Arthur speaks out of the blue like he cut a weir.
"Captain Column is amazing. He understands people's feelings, he looks good, he's smart, unlike me, he's a perfect ops commander, and it's amazing if you tell me, he takes it up to that time to teach me something, and he's personable and he's really good for a long time. Pride admires me now, dances well, and when Pride tries to hurt himself, he immediately realizes and stops me."
Arthur, you're drunk. You're definitely drunk.
Alan raised his voice to Arthur praising the column like he suddenly lost his toothpick.