"Excuse me, Pride. … So shall we head to breakfast?
Saying so, Pride stopped with his mouth wide open urging the style outside the door.
"Wait," he raised his voice gently, and instead of going out to the room, he grabbed Arthur and Eric's hands in front of the door, respectively, and pulled them into the room. The two of them had a leaked voice rubbed upwards when suddenly they were drawn to pride. Forgot to blink too, if you move your legs as you are pulled, you will follow Stayle and Tiara, and Jack, the Kingsguard who entered the room, quietly closed the door.
Pathan, and Pride gently releases his hands from both of them after being closed. Though unintentionally, he reflected on the fact that he had been forced to pull without saying it with his mouth and apologized quickly, "I'm sorry," he said. Then it finally changes to tell the truth.
"I wanted to ask before I forgot. Did you think about what we talked about yesterday...?
Arthur squeezed his lips to the pride of reluctance to ask.
My face stains like nothing compared to when I wept earlier. Yesterday's words of pride and those of style circled in my head and I forgot how to breathe again.
I've already made up my mind, but when I try to get it in my mouth, it only beats faster. Eric opened his mouth first, replacing Arthur, who finally came around slightly.
"Yes. I made up my mind.
Arthur grunts at Eric for saying so lightly! and face the momentum well.
Eric grinned bitterly as he felt Arthur's gaze pierced from his open eyes. Because he stares at Arthur's attention, which is easy to understand, and even more so at himself in his sight, to the style.
"I just... I'd like to keep it a secret until then, if possible...
Here, a little. Pride listened softly to Eric, who was hesitant to be heard by people as well as Arthur.
Eric accidentally turned his back on the pride he was visiting with his actions, wondering if it would be good to slap him in the ear. As soon as every shaky hair of deep red was brought closer, the sweet scent of flowers tickled my nostrils. Even though I say my heart bounces just that, I'm forced to swallow my dry mouth out of tension when I wonder if I'm going to put my face close to that ear from myself. Still, rather than being asked by Arthur and the others, Eric finally put his mouth closer to that white, little ear.
"Excuse me, I will…" he said softly between his mouth and Pride's ears so that he could have a minimum distance before speaking with his voice down. I don't hear anything from the Arthurs about what they're talking about. But contrary to Eric, who was blushing his cheeks at Pride, who was at close range, Pride quickly became round his eyes. "Huh?..." he leaks his voice and puts on a questionable look that confirms something.
I stirred my purple eyes so that I could still think after Eric finished saying it. Just a few seconds, after telling her what she wanted in just one word, Eric leaves her cheek dyed when she takes her face off her pride and now laughs like it's lit. He laughs even happily as he repeats his blink of pride, he had no intention of correcting it at all.
"So... are you sure? 'Cause, Deputy Eric,"
"Yes, so please. Because it's really too much from me if it comes true.
That's what I said and rarely painted Pride's words wow. His expression was sunny above this.
Arthur, Steele and Tiara also tilt their necks and twist to Eric, who grins blindly without any shadow or distraction while loosening his illuminated mouth. It was a grin with clear reasons that also seemed to contrast with the vague pride.
Pride himself, I don't know why Eric wished for it. But at the same time, I think it's very much like him.
Eric's pride in understanding that was undoubtedly his own wish slowly eased that powerless face into laughter.
"... ok. Okay, so that's what we'll do.
Fluffy, laughing flowery that grin from close range, Eric unwittingly rocks his shoulder.
Yes, I realized my face was getting hot with a twitch as I slightly turned my voice upside down. Pride blinked again heavily at Eric's complexion, which suddenly turned red. I still reach for its neck trying to gauge the heat, wondering if it would be a hangover or something.
"Are you still not off yesterday? If you're not feeling well, please tell me immediately.
Will the hangover be curable for Arthur, with his hands on Pitri and Eric's neck, thinking so.
As soon as that happened, Eric's pulse, which stretched his shoulders without being able to move one, sped up the dodgy flow. Just before I was touched, I said, "No! This is..." he pleaded desperately with his puckering mouth, but he was no longer a voice in the sensation of her limp hands. Squeeze your lips, you won't be able to move.
From the pride, I get more anxiety about Eric's fever, which even gets worse as he touches it. After all, if the fever... turned to Arthur for help, Arthur was completely out of his pride from face to face. I know that Eric's ill health right now cannot be cured by himself.
Now that the thread of tension had broken, Eric's heart was bursting just as Pride had touched it before. I was touched by my neck muscles the same way I used to when you came to visit me when I was injured, and I don't even know what to think if the distance decreases. No longer fades my impression as if all my madly offended pride was my own bad dream. Be aware that your memories are repainted with the pride in front of you so that they all erode. My heart was abnormal now, as the calm feelings I had just had were lies.
Instead of relying on Arthur, I can't turn my head until Stayle thinks about all the things Eric asked Pride to do to help. Then Tiara, who looked at each other instead, struck her voice as she hung her hand on that arm of Pride, "Oh, sister".
"I heard Arthur's favor first." Look, Arthur's face is red, too!
Maybe we're both ill! And from Tiara, Eric was buying time to regain his normal mind, but from Arthur, it was a complete rampage.
I scream in my heart with Tiara, but I can't turn my tongue. Pride approached Arthur with a worried frown as his face was already boiled bright red with all sorts of things combined. True, if I walked over and said, in the meantime, Eric was holding his chest down and breathing desperately. Tiara, who saved Eric from an overdose of pride, gently mopped that back with her small hand.
"Are you okay? Arthur. What the hell were you drinking till yesterday?
"It's okay. I slept on my way! We're used to not sleeping."
Arthur, who answers so loudly that it is obviously not necessary for the pride in front of him, waited with his hands extended forward. Prevent her from coming before her arms reach. If Pride tilts his neck to be still surprised by that reaction, Arthur spins the word to leave the momentum to change the subject.
"The reward is also determined......,.... you know... you know... you know...
The first momentum withers rapidly.
On the way, Arthur blushed even more as he stretched his gaze out of pride and leaned down to the floor. My stretched arms shudder from shoulder to shoulder so that I can indulge in something. Dyed to his ears, his pride called Arthur's name out of concern.
Then Arthur slowly lowered his arm as he raised and lowered his shoulders in a vicious manner to that voice. I peered my pride with my blue eyes as I raised my bent face to the top. And I finally appealed to her with a fearful, weak voice.
"…… in twelve days, I will tell you…. Sometimes, you can make it happen... you know?... money, things... not...
Pointy, pompous, says Arthur as his face stands in hot air.
To that far-fetched word, the heat in his face rose this time so that the style could fly. I was ready even if Arthur didn't agree. But it boils down to a sense of reality that you're going to do it in earnest for taking Arthur on the road.
Now she felt sorry for herself, holding down the black edge of her glasses, leaning down and desperately deluding even the surface alone.
"? Okay. It's okay not to get ready."
Though strange, Pride agrees.
Besides, I snorted at Arthur as he twisted his neck, desperately answering just by snorting a boom. I don't know why there's room between us. Besides, I remember when it comes to twelve days from now, but I don't know extra. While wondering why on that day, I decide that it would not be a bad intent because it is about Arthur.
Pride wonders if it's still a fearful wish to just talk like this, or if there must be quite a reason for Arthur to turn his face bright red.
"I'm also looking forward to hearing from Captain Alan, Captain Column and Deputy Harrison who can come in order after this! Sister!
Tiara joyfully clings to Pride's arm as she plays her voice.
Deputy Eric seems to be okay now, too! and shows and says Eric, who has managed to regain his composure. I beg your pardon, and Pride exhaled relieved Eric, who laughed at himself as he slapped Arthur on the back.
A grin spilled as he really seemed fine, and Pride, who returned it to Tiara's words, left the room this time to head to breakfast. Today, one by one, the nearest knight takes turns in order to convey his wishes to Pride. I walked down the stairs with Tiara and Stayle wondering what they would like me to do.
Reminds me of a wish from Eric earlier blurry just in my head as it is.
…………
Why did you wish for it? I don't know about that.
I think it's a very his-like wish. But if you still think about it, you can't stop worrying about it. It's perfectly fine to make it happen, rather I'm sure that would be fun. Pride himself, just wasn't convinced that his gratitude and apology to Eric would be done with just that.
... I wonder if you have any good ideas.
Blurry, Pride is pulled by Tiara to move on. Tiara, laughing as she walked, said, "Don't hesitate to tell Captain Alan and the others what you said earlier," and said, referring to Pride's "Welcome back," she returned with the same grin, of course.
When Arthur and Eric heard about it, they were convinced that Alan and Column would stand in distress just as they did. We only looked at each other in the eyes, and even more his face was drawn with laughter to the same tense expression.
After breakfast, the two worries didn't clear up when it came after Style was summoned by Albert, the King's concubine, in a hurry.