"I'll take care of it if you're ready. I've already arranged for the costume to go home, and I'll be at the official winning party..."
"............... hey wait.
Val blocks Leon in the middle of the conversation with a low voice.
Something, Leon could have predicted, made him smile smoothly this time, turning back to the way Val had reacted to it. Tilt the glass gracefully to Val, who stares at herself with a sharp eye as she peeks upwards, savoring the liquor.
Don't listen up, Val confirmed with a voice crawling through the bottom of the earth to Leon like a bad feeling was in the middle.
"What are you wearing clothes for?
"You're supposed to be dressed, right? I told you, they're all dressed up.
Right? Val distorts his face uncomfortably to Leon, who says with no evil at all.
Ah? And lightly awesome, I asked him if he was serious, but he only had one response. Seriously, if you can answer that, you can already decide the conclusion in Val.
"Cefek, Chemetho. I knew Temehe and the others would come alone.
Yeah, I don't like it. And Val! and protests rose almost simultaneously from both of them.
He again tries to grab Val's arm, but this time he forced himself to say with strength the liquor bottle without being pulled by the two of them with hard force. Much stronger than earlier, the will not go.
They both understand it and raise their voices of dissatisfaction, but Val is unwavering.
And when I saw that, Leon said, "Huh?" Leaking his voice, he laid down his glass once, followed his cheek cane and peered into him.
"That's good. About dressed. I'm sure it'll look good on you, too, huh?
"I didn't say you got your head sprung. It's the same charred clothes as the people who stopped tall. I put my sleeves through it.
Keh, and throwing up, Val exposed his heartfelt disgust.
Leon, wearing what he called a "charred garment" in front of him, stares back gently, "I guess," and looks at Val like this. But he also strayed from Leon's face, and all he did was ask for booze if he didn't give in.
Leon was also anticipating Val's reluctance to dress. I take it for granted that he doesn't like the concept of stylishness until now. But at the same time, I thought the outfit would look good on Val, even from Leon's eyes. People are bad, but their faces are pretty neat. I thought I could dress approximately because of my height and physique.
After thinking that far, Leon exhales at Val, who is also stubborn in his snooze attack from both of them. Ha... and if you dare try to reach me, Val has turned his eyes to Guillaume and Leon just to say what.
"Although I didn't want to use this hand...
Blushing and squealing so, Leon had no hesitation at all, contrary to the word.
Rather, this is so effortless that I think this is good, I sip the glass I put on the table in one breath. I placed an empty glass, then put my elbows on the table and put my fingers together. If I put my jaw on top of it, it was like a weakness that I would not normally show to the people or my squire.
I rarely even showed it in front of the Val and the others the action of putting a cheek wand on it, but it was even completely out of shoulder power that the action of rounding my back was in public.
There is no laughter in the sitting leon of the eye than slightly earlier. Val felt ominous and his face caught on to Leon's glance, which seemed serious and annoying. A grinning-free look from Leon is so rare.
What, I wanted to ask, but Val only stopped the hand of booze at the feeling that it would even poke the snake in the wax. Leon slowly opens his mouth after making sure he has taken a decent listening stance.
"Val.... I told you, didn't I? I kept the invitation from Prince Steele.
"............... so what's up.
It doesn't matter, I re-gripped the liquor bottle to delude the strange thirst of my throat if I cut it off.
Gubbily throats and drinks to turn away from Leon, but still doesn't calm me down due to strange chest noise at all.
"It's Prince Steele, isn't it? He must have invited you to this celebration not only for your sake, but also for your pride. I want to work with you guys in a proper way because she's sick about this recapture.
"I received treatment, rewards and money. Do you need anything else?
"Do you think Pride would be satisfied with that?
………………
Val shuts up to Leon, who returns his hair without time.
Especially what Leon said. Val herself, regardless of her satisfaction, is still concerned about her pride, and she has been invited to Style for her hard work and penance. To be honest, I don't need any help, but I can also imagine that if we don't, Pride will continue to feel a futile draw on us. But when I thought about why I had to be ashamed of myself for Pride's penance, my stomach whirled uncomfortably with Gudagda.
I keep pouring the bottle, burying it in the liquor and deluding it, but I can't wipe away the discomfort of "pride attraction". But I don't just want to scratch shame, he said.
Leon goes on further to Val, who keeps silent on such a grid. Sefek and Chemetho also looked at the two and waited to become. He looks at Leon curiously wondering if he can convince Val, twisting his neck.
"... Val, I'm gonna say it again, okay? It wasn't pride that invited you. [M] I invited you for pride." That's Prince Steele. If he tries, he can force you to move in momentarily.
Val's face is even more uncomfortably distorted by Leon's words.
You're absolutely right. Nothing. I don't even have to ask Leon. Because if he orders Val to join in with that mouth, he can't resist.
And I also think that Stayle would force me to bring him in on a moment trip the same day where I said no. In fact, that was the case a year ago at Arthur's promotion celebration.
"And when I got the invitation, Prince Steele asked me to take care of him if I could convince him to invite you and tailor the celebration.
Of course I agreed, and Leon stood up.
In fact, Leon was entrusted with persuading and tailoring the Vals. For whatever reason, if possible, it was also a slight concession of Style's desire to attend the Vals of his own volition.
Reaching the table with his elbows on, he lowered his chair and turned his back straight to the Vals. Then remove the items that have been moved forward from the costume room to the samurai from their closets.
One hand at a time, he set out to see a total of two superior pieces of courtesy and turned back to Val. He was frowning at Leon's unintelligible behavior. He also accidentally turns his back from the top of the chair at the next moment.
He opens uncomfortably with his teeth eaten up and defies his jaw from Leon, who walks over pale. With his shoulders stretched, his eyes cannot be defied from the two clothes in Leon's hands.
One was a simple design courtesy garment with no weird philosophy.
The decoration is also kept to a minimum, and the shades are unified by a dark red rust color that cannot be said to be either red or brown. Val himself thinks that it is the quality of the fabric that makes it impossible to wipe away the premium feel, but it is not at all uncomfortable to be in sight.
Heavy color and design over too dark for Leon to wear, but perfect for Val to wear. It was Leon's perfect choice for a brilliant understanding of his clothing hobby over his own. And the second thing you put up in your opposite hand...
It was a scattered courtesy of hilarious lace.
It is not uncommon for men to be laced with aristocratic and royal uniforms.
And Leon put it up, and everything from the collar to the buttons to the sleeves was sprinkled with luxurious lace. The self-assertiveness was intense until the button's design. It was unified with water colors as bright as a clear sky from jacket to underwear. Reflecting on the light because the material is made of something shiny, Tekateka and I further claim myself, and around my shoulders I am stitched up to the feather decoration just to say if I want to be a bird.
Embroidery, bands, etc. did not even maintain a critical sense of dress, but from Val's eyes it was superior beyond the area where goosebumps appeared. My eyes tickle just to get into my sight and my appetizing acid runs.
"This is the clothes I bought for you today when I went down to the castle. And this is... the clothes that were recently given to me by that store, which I didn't appreciate from you before.
What... Val mouths more than that, thinking it's what he expected.
A popular clothing shop in King Anemone's capital. Previously, when a thriving thank you and prototype were presented to the castle, Leon offered Val and the others some. And every piece of clothing was stunningly repugnant to Val. "It's too charming," he kicked, not even taking it in his hand.
And the courtesy now in front of me was terrible beyond the prototype at that time. In the social arena between the nobles, the battle clothes, which are considered victorious to shine more prominently than anyone else, were filled with unforgiving decorations. "It is a garment that takes the form of a self-evident greed characteristic of the royal nobility.
"Though this was just what suited your body in the courtesy offered.... This isn't your hobby, is it?
It's obvious. Val swallowed the word.
I understand what Leon understands and says without having to respond. You're sticking it to yourself. Stick your mouth together with a rugged look and think with a head that is not enough about what Leon is about to say.
Leon, who received Val's expression as a reply, continued his words with a rare jittery of glance for him.
"Prince Stayle will definitely invite you. He can't afford not to dress up for a party for pride. And I'm in charge of your tailoring. [M]
There's something nasty coming out of Val's back.
There was no telling, my shoulders went up in the cold and scared, and I couldn't afford to tilt the bottle. The end of the mouth cramps with discomfort and whispers his throat in silence. I only have a completely unpleasant feeling.
"If you can dress yourself up, I'd like to offer you a courtesy dress.
Because I think it suits you, too. With that said, show the decent man's clothes a little higher.
And Leon's expression loosens from a serious look to a gradual smooth grin. Val thinks it's more demonic to a grinning grin and a little bit like the black grin of the style.
And be sure. What is Leon going to blow next?
"But," the moment Leon released the word, he held his breath. Make sure to tilt the chair while sitting down and turn your back wide.
"If you let the invitation go unhindered and Prince Steele brought you here. I will not hesitate to offer you this courtesy, but is that okay...?
Isn't that blackmail?
With that in mind, Val glanced at him with a narrowed vision of charachara clothes that were shown to poke at him.
I gave it back with my ragged throat that it couldn't be good, but Leon's grin wouldn't break. Leon himself, I wasn't going to poke this ultimate choice if Val persuaded the Sefeks to snort at his outfit as well.
Beyond the royalty, Style, having the right to order, Val will have no choice but to wear the clothes provided if ordered instead of attending a celebration no matter how much he dislikes them at that time. And Val would have been better off dead enough to wear that of the poked charachara.
"............... Remember.
"Is that good to accept and accept?
Val said vigorously about the liquor bottle as he threw "shit" away at Leon's smile.
He rattles his throat out loud and drinks it up all at once as he zeroes the booze out of the bottle in momentum. After I drank up to the last drop, when I rolled the empty bottle rampantly onto the floor, I rampantly grabbed the new bottle from the table again. And leaks a low voice to Leon as he opens the plug with one hand.
"... both the kids' outfits." I also have Temehe. "I don't think all three clothes will return safely.
"Of course. After that, if you want to sell it or throw it away, you can do whatever you want.
To Val's words and Leon's reply Sefek and Chemetho raised their voices happily again.
I understand Val nodded to my companion and look forward to it! Looking forward to it! and let your voice and body play. Chemetho pointed to the courtesy that Val would be wearing and said, "I think you look great over there! Looks good!" And now I let my eyes shine just to say I'm looking forward to it. Out of sight with both of them, Val puts his mouth on the bottle where the plug was removed, and asks again to hit eight.
"Hey, me and Chemetho's clothes are..."
Sefek got up from his seat saying he couldn't wait now to see what his dress was like.
When he visited Leon, who would return the two clothes he had safely stuck to his original closet, he turned to them as he closed the door.
"I've got a few of yours for you, so you can choose whatever you want tomorrow. Don't think they all look absolutely good.
"I'm good with Val."
"Oh, my gosh. Me too."
Sefek also speaks up to Chemetho, who raises his hand to Leon's words.
Temehe said it was a dress. Val immediately put a cross spear on it, but Sefek yelled back, "You have similar colors, right?"
Shortly afterwards I heard from Leon, who had anticipated their request, that they already had something similar in design and color, and they rejoiced in solidarity.
"... chip.
Val simmers back to what he thought Leon and Steele did in the end.
Val himself, I couldn't even compromise if I saw the courtesy of a decent person poked at me by Leon. Furthermore, I think it would be possible to erase the unnecessary guilt of pride. But I still touch it.
Gras and I rocked my body from the top of the chair, and Leon laughed bitterly when he saw it if it continued to shake poor. I'm sorry, and I gently returned it and unplugged the new wine stopper, placing it in front of his table while I was still drinking
Don, and.
In the meantime, Val grabbed hold of every bottle of liquor Leon tried to get his hands off.
Suddenly Val stared at Leon, who rounded his eyes, from a low position. Even if disrespect is allowed from Pride, he can't do more than that if Leon isn't allowed to act violently.
Leon stares back with a round eye, held hard by Val and forced to leave his liquor bottle grabbed. Val then slowly let go and opened his mouth.
"............ it's Temehe's share. Today is the day to crush you.
He lowered his voice enough to roar to the bottom of the earth, emitting a similar hegemony to his intent to kill.
Leon, blinking only a few degrees with his hands firmed, loosened his cheeks the moment he understood. Smiling smoothly, he grabbed the liquor bottle open silently and took it away. Pour into a glass and place it up on the Val to show.
Val lifted the liquor bottle he grabbed as he looked slightly heavier and hit Leon's glass. I also thought it would be nice if the contents of the glass were overflowing and caught in his clothes, but he couldn't even break things poorly with his contract, he ended up making a toast with normal force.
Val tilted the liquor bottle again after hearing a callous sound. Leon, who laughs happily at the way it is, also sipped off the rest in one breath after a bite. Then Leon looks up at Val as he leans the liquor bottle into the glass again.
"Then I guess I'll do my best to crush you, too.
"Try it, boy.
Keh, he throws up, and Val thinks as he throats the booze again.
I'm angry at attending a party like the one where the royal family is, as well as the pride of still feeling drawn to me if I don't attend there.
I'm furthermore angry that Style decided that Leon could handle himself well, and that he was right.
It still pisses me off that Sefek and Chemetho still pulled themselves around, and that even the two of them were made good by Leon.
When I heard about Leon, I was also angry at myself when I thought I could show my face if I wanted to go out for free booze and dinner on the way. But now it's better than any of that.
I feel uncomfortable thinking (...) about Leon, who took me by the hand (...) and (...) I can't help but simmer back and forth.
"Fucking kids.
Val reaches for the new bottle, emptying the liquor bottle again, not wanting to add any more troublesome opponents.
Then Leon took another liquor bottle to match. He unplugged the plug so as to align the sound and poured it into the glass at the same time as he put his mouth on the bottle.
"Looking forward to it.
Responding to Val's evil with a smooth grin, Leon also threw it at Cefek and Chemetho, who put it on the couch behind him and behind him.
To Val and Leon's liquor platter, it's time for the sleepy two to start rolling on the couch as usual. Leon laughed a little bit more like Val to the way the two of us waved and meditated on those words, which were also directed at us.
The wins and losses of the two men, who drank their first liquor in a month until morning, ended up never getting to the end.
... I didn't realize that Val and I had a memorial "love story" until the end of Leon himself.