"His Royal Highness Leon Adonis Coronaria, First Prince of the Kingdom of Anemone. And this is His Royal Highness Cedric Silva Lowell, brother of the King of the United Kingdom of Hanazoo.
Neutral facial Leon, clear to pale hair, and Cedric, masculine and neat with golden hair, stand out from a distance so terribly that his appearance emits light.
Both Cedric and Leon are known faces to the nobles who are famous for their ceremonies in the Kingdom of Friesia. Especially in Leon's case, he originally made regular visits to the Kingdom of Friesia and descended below the castle with the prides. Moreover, he was often seen by the people of the Kingdom of Friesia who visited him in commerce and travel, as he often descended under his castle.
The two princes lined up and stood on the gazebo, more dazzling to the women than to the sun.
Until Rosa gave the signal to calm down, the scream of the high woman reached their ears well as well. If, after the signal of silence, they are told that they will also be attending tonight's celebration, an applause will be sent to show welcome once the two of them have pulled off the spot.
"And at the end of the day, let me introduce another.
To Rosa's words, Leon and Cedric, who lowered to line up beside their pride, turned quietly to a presence that they still refrain from in the back.
If Pride also turns his face to match the two, his shoulders will now be stretched so that his tension shifts.
Rosa invites me to the same time as the two princes, revealing their presence as they step out into the open center. Stretched spine and pronounced height and long hair. Above all, the white uniform he wore told the story at a glance of who he was.
"Arthur Beresford, Captain of the Knights of Our Kingdom of Friesia 8th Squad. He is a Kingsguard knight of the First Princess Pride and a knight who rescued her from the hands of the Radian Empire.
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The fact that Teng himself, who rescued his pride after two exotic princes were introduced, is a knight of his own country. It was also an unparalleled end for the people.
Arthur, knight! As Arthur's knight captain Xu and a number of others called out his name, Arthur, the knight, turned his body in each direction instead of waving, and responded with his hands gently raised over his shoulders.
The face of Arthur, the knight, is not known to most people. The nobles called to the ceremony have only seen his face, but have rarely paid attention to it.
In the meantime, many people sparkled their eyes at an anonymous knight who didn't even know his face. poured without sparing any vision or respect glance, and Arthur, who received it, always turned his body in all directions as he could.
He was responding to it with a bright blue face.
Arthur, who seemed to behave magnificently to the people and nobles from a distance, but Rosa and Pride watching it up close. And the knights, including Roderick, the chief of the Knights attached to the escort, clearly figured out every single overpowered movement of his pale, tenacious body and expression in the style that pushed his back and dropped him off, which scared him in the back of the gazebo. Unlike the Leons, Arthur, a knight, is not used to public places at all.
… n, this is what happened………
The sweat dampening my forehead slightly caught my eye.
There are enough people to fill their sights in every direction they turn to their bodies. Arthur's throat dried up just because of the circumstance that all those eyes were pouring on him.
Both today and the public greetings were all informed in advance by Roderick, the Knights Commander, of how they might be introduced there. But if you actually taste it, you're thrown into a world that's too far away from you.
Instead of smiling, all the parts of his face from his lips tied to a letter were screaming "upset" itself.
For Arthur, I don't see why he's standing here right now. I have never done anything to be praised. He even committed treason only for the sake of complete pride, not for the sake of his country. Besides, I've beaten him many times instead of saving his pride.
Above all, even if the truth didn't come to light, what he did didn't change at all. Because every time Pride shifted to bad behavior, he beat him up or turned his sword on him, but he did everything he could to stop him, and in the worst case, he was ready to confront even the Knights to the very end.
If that's all settled, the whole feat of rescuing Pride instead of being able to tell the people the whole truth about the case is in my own hands.
I only made it to the end of the day of the recapture and stopped my pride once. In the meantime, it was the Knights who found out where Pride was and drove it, Steel who led it and carried it, Tiara who stopped Pride, and Cedric who brought her that far. The more I thought about it, the more Arthur felt a hole in his stomach. I seriously think this is like taking away the credit for all of them.
When I first met Style after I was notified of it, I was like, "Even if it's for cover, I can feel free to get a handle on it without it."
And right after that. Arthur still doesn't understand why Style hit him.
Whoever helped Pride directly, no matter how many, Arthur's accomplishments remain the same.
In fact, I'm pretty sure it's not just Arthur's handle. But it was none other than Arthur who kept stopping her rampant pride, preventing her hands and career from becoming irretrievable, presenting herself and finding out who Adam was and bringing it back alive. Besides, he is also the one who brought the top management and the guards back to sanity if the facts that don't even know Rosa add up.
And even if the Knights don't know all about his accomplishments, they do know that Arthur kept single-handedly stopping his (...) rampant pride in the (...) life (...) of the king (...) tribe (...) and seriously injured his honor. Everyone acknowledges the achievements made by the royal family, who cannot publicly expose the rampage of pride, as an alternative to it. Instead, if that's not the case, dissatisfaction may remain among the knights.
The knights were entirely in favour of pride, Adam's identity, and the fall of the royal family, all of which the royal family decided to hide. For this reason, I do not think that the appraisal or recognition of the knight's appearance depends on anything in itself. But it was also the general thrust of all the knights who wanted Arthur to be rewarded in exchange for the title of the knight and even his right arm, which was hit by a dying state.
"We're going to do his awards and medal awards. Please keep visiting.
He said the details could be communicated throughout the country as soon as they were finished. So the people sprang up even more to the words of Rosa, who went on to tell them. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! and roared, praising one knight with cheer and praise on the spot before the award.
Arthur, who followed the gazebo with Rosa as she was urged to, heard each and every one with the thought of shrinking. The cheer pushes his back unchanged even after he turns his back. Long live Arthur, the knight, the pride, and Her Majesty the Queen, and I was utterly sensed to have my name in all sorts of cheers.
Arthur, descending the stairs in the building as he and Rosa took a look, gradually his complexion twitched from white to red. I'm so embarrassed and glad my name was just called, but my body was extra strong and fever turned up considering what was waiting for me after this. Arthur's nervousness only intensified as his pride and style looked back and laughed. Furthermore, I looked up at myself from the bottom of the stairs to Roderick, who walked ahead to escort Rosa and the others, laughing small into my eyes. I thought they laughed at me for being nervous, and with remorse Arthur held his fist silently.
"Arthur."
Second, he was called from the front as he descended the stairs.
If I held my breath and raised my face, Pride, who cut down the stairs first, was waiting outside the building. Alongside Style and Tiara and the four Kingsguard knights, he laughs at himself. Arthur, who was nervous, damp on the forehead, and aware of his pale complexion, was stuck in words. I still had my eyes turned if I thought my pride had seen what I was not dressed for. Good job, he told me to keep up the good work after this and I lost some of my shoulder strength, but still can't stop the sound of my heart.
Style frowned a little dissatisfied with Arthur's poor complexion. That would make me want to preach if it wasn't in public that I would be about to put my chest up there. Tiara also peered a little worried into Arthur's face as he sucked his breath up when the columns slapped him on the back and shoulders. If Pride also tried to peek in with him, Arthur stretched his back upside down just as her face approached her sight. To Arthur, who is still a bummer, Pride grins to calm him down, then drips his eyebrows and opens his mouth.
"Arthur. I'm sorry, though the truth is that my mother and I both wanted to praise you properly and truly for your achievements.
No! I didn't think Arthur would raise his voice.
I hold back my desire to say that I have no real merit or anything, and I look around. All Castle officials, but you can't even speak of it here.
He glanced at his mouth again and pride wrapped his right hand, trembling softly and nervously, in Arthur, who invested in all the muscles of his face. At that moment, Arthur's shoulders rise and fall as if he had also run in the current.
From pride, I can see that Arthur gets praised and complicated with content that isn't his original feat, and that humble he honestly can't swallow that honor. But still, he opened his mouth as he looked up at his face dyed bright red.
"But.... this is all I'm asking you to accept.
To her shaking her purple eyes like a plea and smiling.
And to the continued words, Arthur beat so fast that he could have a seizure.