"Something that both Style and Arthur have the right to choose from, just like Captain Column......
to that word.
He leaned down on his face until earlier, and even the column that was deviant looked directly at his pride and solidified.
Tiara also solidifies pitifully with her hands stroking her pride, from which she cannot change her gaze.
Stayle and Arthur also didn't have a voice staring at pride so that understanding wouldn't chase them.
Why have we just been given our own names?
I know the name of the column comes up.
But why do we suddenly get ourselves out there? That question occupies my head over and over again, and it doesn't disappear. And the pride of not raising his gaze, which he dropped while depressed to be struck, was still unaware of his lapse.
Even for Pride, Style's last words were as shocking as being slapped in the head with a hammer. He said he was right. Good because I told the column, "If you don't like it, let me know," during the dance, but naturally I haven't asked Steele and Arthur. And I do take it for granted that you both want to refuse again.
Drowned in madness, afraid of myself exposed to ugliness.
I particularly annoyed the two of them. I couldn't even count the terrible treatment, and I suffered. He used his subordinate contract to spiritually persuade Arthur to assassinate him.
I think it's a good annoyance to the two of you who have seen so many of your ugly looks, such as a fiancee candidate. Even though it's something you can understand if you think about it a little bit, I'm even ashamed that the idea hasn't boiled down to my head until now at all. How badly the two of you have been harmed, even though you know you're a party to it.
I thought Stayle and Arthur would stay by my side.
If the two of you held yourself tight and held me back when I protected you all the way over the tower, then.
When did I become so arrogant and impatient, Pride wonders.
Pride finally holds his own head for trying to get involved in any more things about himself, even to the two of them who are more annoying and ugly than the column opponent. Even though I originally chose the three as candidates for my fiancée, I didn't hesitate to think "these three are good" when Rosa questioned me. Even when the column asked me during the dance, I wasn't lost if I didn't want to remove it.
"I'm sorry...... Really, I'm going to ask my mother to reconsider...
With that said, Pride, holding his head with one hand, slowly rises off the couch.
Shoulders fall out of the hands of the hardened tiara and head to the door without running out of tea left in the cup. I was wondering if it would be royal by now, but I couldn't even look at them, and I just walked up to the door.
He grabbed my arm.
Shit, two hands grab her as she stretches her hand so she doesn't hurt her thin arm.
Suddenly held back from behind, the indomitable pride stopped and turned. Seeing, Style and Arthur stare at Pride with their eyelids gone.
The two faces with a hardened expression almost like a mannequin were bright red as applied. What the hell is going on, and Pride turns to both of us physically? I searched again for words of apology wondering if I was angry that I was trying to get an apology done with just one "sorry" word. Then.
"What do you mean...?
"What do you mean……………"
Two voices, overlapping.
With the same look on his face, Pride twists his neck properly to the two people who move only his mouth.
I don't know what that means, I think about intentions while thinking about things like philosophy. I don't know, I think I'm going to go and ask my mother to reconsider her fiancée candidacy now and rescind her statement.
That's certainly the way things were going until just now. I can't believe I stopped that not only Arthur, but even Stayle, and vice versa, as much as Pride wants to hear.
"What...?" If they listened back inconclusively, they looked at each other and shook their lips so that no more words could be said.
It would not be more embarrassing if we were quick or over-conscious. But there was only one thing I could imagine from what Pride said earlier. The last step cannot be taken and can only be consolidated with pride's arms grabbed.
Neither Pride could shake them off, and he turned his gaze to Tiara and the column in hopes of explaining the situation. Tiara, who only points her face at her sister while sitting on the couch, and even though she has to follow Pride as a Kingsguard knight, Pride squeezes her head extra into a column where she can't move and relieve herself with an upbeat face. Then Tiara, whose mouth had finally begun to move, confirmed the core to her with a bell-like voice.
"Sister......, was your brother and Arthur the fiancée candidates after all...?
Ha!! And so finally my pride shoulder shook.
Taratara and an unusual sweat dampened her dress, telling her to her forehead, her whole body tense as she caught her breath. The corner of my mouth is cramped and my blood is drawn away. I noticed my own rudeness and trembled to my fingertips. I see two people grabbing their hands again with the only unscramped eyes.
Style, whose face was bright red, and Arthur, was trembling. He stared at himself with his lips tightly squeezed. Forced to be true by two fiancée candidates, I can't even think about Tiara's "after all" statement.
"Uh... uh...
Goku, and the dull sound was heard almost simultaneously from the throats of the two people in front of him.
In confusing thoughts, Pride blurts and says, "I knew you two weren't informed," swallowing. But the other majority had a strong sense of "done it". Because I told the two of them the facts that my parents had not otherwise informed me, and furthermore, all three fiancée candidates became known to me.
I am convinced that thinking, thinking and making excuses will certainly not mislead me. Pride knows that neither Style nor Tiara, nor the column, are easy to say and wrap opponents. I was also driven by the urge to run to the door right now and run away, but I understand that within two seconds Style or Arthur would catch me. I don't feel like I can get away from the two hands grabbing my own arm even if I don't. And the last answer that Pride chose...
"... should I either wish my mother to reconsider or go apologize to Uncle Vest and the Knights Commander...?
... The ultimate choice squeezed out with a crying voice was clearly affirmation itself.
"What... what do you mean? ⁉ When? Why? How did that happen? ⁉"
"Well, wait a minute, I understand Steele and Captain Column, but why me?"
Pride's back turned against the two sues that jumped out like he cut a weir.
Hino, no, no... and Pride honestly pulls his face apart when he pisses off the two of them with their faces in bright red. There is no escape for the First Princess, who is already about to cry.
I apologize for your loss, and I finally retreat with my moving leg. Only the arms grabbed by the two of us do not change the meaning, while only the body with the arms stretched out takes a little distance.
"Well... at the time, I was dying because I couldn't get married in the memory of what I predicted. So,............... if you can't get married, at least you want to pick someone you want to be with the whole time.
Until the time of his acquittal.
To the pride that swallowed the words and told them, the two hands that were finally grabbing their arms weakened and slipped off. The two with their mouths open will be unable to say anything while they remain solidified with their painted faces.
I don't even know if I should be angry with the pride I was thinking about, or if I should bite my joy at the fact that I had been chosen by "someone I always wanted to be with". Strong emotions mix too much to cause a chemical reaction.
Pride rushes out to two people whose emotions seem to have exploded. I thought I was stunned that I got involved in a fiancée candidate for that, and I desperately appealed to the two of them, "Yeah, but".
"So, it's okay! I'm going to ask your mother to reconsider! I'll keep Steele and Arthur out of the candidates properly, so don't worry anymore!
Grab and shake each of the two weakened hands to reassure you by saying so.
I apologized again that I was really sorry for the way I shook hands unilaterally. The opposite is evident in a desperate attempt to behave calmly. But the two of us have no reaction at all to how that pride looks either. They were also suspicious that they were breathing, hardened with eyes that turned bright red on their faces and dished. Pride thinks it's only natural that the two of us aren't chasing each other to the fact that we were suddenly about to be made a candidate for king.
If I waited for the two replies as they were, gradually the fact that they were stuck in pride until earlier was gone of heat from the two, as a lie, and I dropped my gaze and leaned down to stare at my hand gripped from pride.
Pride breathes himself wondering if he still reassured the two of us who can't read his expression. He repeated his breath several times on his shoulder, then laughed at the two of them, who dared to stay on their knees in a bright tone.
"It's time for Captain Alan and the others to come, and the Kingsguard knights will take turns before we go to Mother. Now talk to me and decide."
"" Please don't take it off.
Grrr.
Shake back the pride that holds your hand, in reverse, with the opposite hand.
to the temperature of two hands much more caloric than himself, and to the words Pride mumbled along the way.
I rounded my eyes, and if I looked back, each of them grabbed my own hand with both hands. Each of them was slightly trembling to his shoulder. If we looked back at them making the same movements and showing them in the same dialogue as if we had shown each other, it was even the same while we looked up. Boiled in bright red, only pitch black and deep pale eyes glow with willingness from the two faces who feel the heat just by their side. Surprised, it was Style who opened his mouth first to the pride of raising both eyebrows.
"Outside, please don't... I'm perfectly fine, and nothing more if I'm allowed to be beside you during the sorting period. Neither Arthur nor Captain Column needs to be removed because I would never let anyone say" decorations "or anything like that.
Contrary to his calm voice, he almost said it in one breath from the way through.
I listened, but I was told in a voice that was too unchallenged, and my pride spine strained. I clearly found myself seeping a clear hostility that wasn't my opponent in the words "I won't let you say it".
Then Arthur can call me and say, "Me too."
"Me too, I'm fine. While I can be a candidate, I can be beside the pride... if I don't have to get lost when there's someone to get my hands on the pride. Then please put it down. I will protect you from anyone but Steel and Captain Column.
Rubbing upwards, desperately trying to contain the heat but burning pale in the back of my eyes.
A strong voice was already accompanied by a firm will. He consciously adjusted his breath, which was going to get rough with his heartbeat, and put more pressure on his hand, which held back the pride hand he held. My eyes speak more clearly than my mouth if I don't let you go until you snort at me.
I beg you, and the eyes that went straight with more words from the two of us were sharpened like swords, and the expression frowned upon and made rude was even equal to a plea.
In the caged hands and eyes of two fevers, Pride forgets to breathe.
It was all unexpected words for Pride, who thought it was burdensome and annoying to both of us as we talked about just now.
I want to be with her for a little longer and a little closer. And he said if you ever have a hand that harms your pride again, you don't have to get lost. Though a candidate, that right is ample if you are a fiancée. That right was far better than the fact that he was a candidate for pride fiancée, and now he colored the heads of both of them.
There was only one response that I could give pride in when they shook my hands back, stared at me with caged eyes of heat, and indicated their intention to stay beside me.
"… thank you and…….
Kokon, and his face, which nodded small, is dyed red so that it can illuminate.
I couldn't help but be glad that the two of you once again spoke to me that you would be beside me like this.
In reply from Pride, their mouth finally looses.
Good, don't leave me off, I can protect this guy close again, a moment of relief.
Understand the meaning of the term "fiancée" candidate late.
Bong!! and suddenly more red than ever, Pride screamed unexpectedly at the two people who made the sound of an explosion.
Style: Arthur: Shouted, and shook their hands back from themselves, and the two moved momentously away from each other as if the electricity had flowed as soon as possible. "Excuse me!" "Excuse me!" He raises his voice and returns to me what the hell they were saying to Pride.
Everything we said is definitely serious. But now I think holding Pride's hand in both hands, stuffing him, stuffing him to keep his fiancée candidate, etc. is like proposing marriage.
As soon as he realized it, shame engulfed him. Style covered his mouth with his hands and turned away his face. Arthur furthermore stepped away from his pride more than a step as he flew, using each arm to hide his face and also hold his chest and let his eyes swim. Obviously, pride hurries to the two suspicious behaviors to say if they're okay, but neither Style nor Arthur can even look at each other anymore now. I desperately think about the meaning of the word fiancée over and over in my head, and I'm about to hyperventilate.
With dying styles and Arthur, and panicking pride in the distance, the column finally breathed.
Still full of information on the status quo, but no further thought convinced me that I would be the same as the two of them, I stopped thinking once. Then, I can inadvertently call from a different direction from the prides.
"And Captain Column... would you be happy as a knight if you were to be king of all names?
"Ha, ………………………"
The heat of the column rose again in a sudden inquiry from Tiara.
If he accidentally overflowed his voice from the unexpected to the unexpected inquiry, Tiara showed "Shi" with her index finger against her lips. The column quickly understands that it is now that the three cautions are not directed this way that they are throwing the question. And most importantly, it's a consideration for the column itself.
Tie your lips together once, then point your gaze at the prides once. The column turned to Tiara again after confirming her pride, which still seemed busy with the two dying men and their care. And...
Only once, I nodded briefly.
"I don't think people like me will be the last to be chosen......
That was all I could lurk my voice and return it in words.
If you can live as a knight and protect your pride, there can be no more happiness. And I'm sure that would be the same for Arthur, Column thinks.
I held my forehead with my fingers and put it in my mouth and just a grin. Tiara, who received it beautifully, smiled at him with a smile that was gleefully sunny.
To that grin of hers the column loosened its eyes softly. Being treated as one of my fiancée candidates again got my whole body choked up and paralyzed to my fingertips, but I understand that Tiara's questioning just guided me through pride and myself.
"I'm here for Captain Column."
To the words of the next Wang sister, who made her voice play bright, the column could understand the intent even if she didn't like it.
Tie your lips tight with open eyes. Conscious of his face lighting up, he now lowered his head only deeply to Tiara without saying anything.
Tiara herself, this was the first time I could imagine that Pride had chosen Steele and Arthur to be sure.
There was no name for Style and Arthur on the list handed to me by Rosa and Vest to re-select her own fiancée candidate.
On the contrary, I also felt it was unnatural for me to remain in the country without the name of my brother-in-law, Style, as my counterpart in that capacity. In fact, how could some princesses marry their brother-in-law and stay in the country?
And so was Arthur. The list of candidates for fiancée to Tiara also included several knights of noble origin from outside the column as domestic nobles. But there's no Arthur's name there. Tiara also knows that he is of the common people. But it is still unnatural not to include him, who has become the Holy Knight.
And there was only one reason I could think of both.
... I just wish I was.
With that in mind, Tiara laughed hehe all by herself.
The style, Arthur, the column. I think everyone will definitely make their pride happy. And if someone else shows up trying to make Pride a fiancée candidate until he pushes these three away, or when he gets squeezed from these three to just the last one. That's for sure.
For Pride, it must be someone else.