Concon.
"I'm Arthur Beresford, 8th Squad. Commander of the Knights,... Would you like some time?
Knight Commander's Office.
The knights' exercises were also separated, and Roderick, who had checked the status of each squad's exercises with his deputy Clark in his room before dinner, looked up.
I'll check with Clark with my eyes and then respond across the door. "Excuse me," he greeted Arthur as he hung himself in his chair, opening the door with a word. Hey Arthur, and Clark spoke brightly, but no reply.
After closing the door with his back hand, he walks to Roderick's desk with a quick leg with his face slightly bent. "What's wrong," he felt Arthur's anomaly, and even Roderick threw a wrinkle between his eyebrows, but he still hasn't responded. There is also force in the feet stepping into the floor with a tantrum, and the noise sounds. And even if we stop them in the right position, Arthur still won't stop.
"This is my... fucking father."
I swung the sword out straight down to Roderick.
The kid whimpered and a tremendous metal noise echoed, and Roderick peeled off Arthur's attack with Clark, who almost missed himself in reflexes, and the sword he had just pulled out. Roderick, who has absolutely no problem with his bare hands due to his special ability to kill and deactivate, nevertheless pulled out his sword himself to respond to the hegemony unleashed. Roderick responding with one arm to Arthur swinging down with both arms, but the giggly and still powered swords were antagonizing each other.
Behind Arthur's eyes, which roughed his breath with Zech and his shoulders even after he waved it down, was gleaming. Roderick is surprised at the look on his face that he is likely to hear even groaning and roaring. Even from the sword muscle, it's definitely Arthur, not the fake one in front of you. Then why have you launched an attack? With Arthur's attack stopped, Roderick throws again.
"... what are you going to do, Arthur?
"I thought you were going to say," Oh, no. "
Arthur waves his sword again like a fire on the reverse of a calm Roderick voice.
Play the Roderick sword you were preventing and wave the sword again in anger. Once again Roderick guards himself against a blow with his sword, which is not at all handy, and finally rises from the chair, but I can only question Arthur's condition.
I wasn't at all out of tune with my time with Pride at the celebration until this morning. Morale continued to grow after that, as did the other knights, and went on to Kingsguard Knight duty with the column without any problems. Yet as soon as I got back and finished the exercise, I waved my sword at myself, the Knights Commander. I take all Arthur's onslaught with my sword, thinking what the hell.
I yell at him that it would normally be a severe punishment, but Arthur's condition was unusual right now. He slashes himself, the superior officer, and even more so rides up on his desk, even though he would never do so.
If I also turned my consciousness to Clark, who had been silent from earlier, I would have laughed bitterly at Ning Ro a few steps back without having the appearance of aiding him. I was just wondering if the intrusion was supposed to be a parent-child fight, and Arthur played the sword powerfully. As it is, in an instant, the sword is swung horizontally to his face, preventing it with an arm of slashing deactivation without being chased by a boulder. There was another tremendous noise, and Arthur's face approached at close range.
I admire the sword truly tremendous skill as I look straight back into the same deep pale eyes as myself. Because I still took one sword from myself, the chief of the Knights.
Wait for Arthur to settle down as he antagonizes again, but his fever doesn't subside at all. I had no choice but to grab Arthur's sword with my hand, which prevented a blow. Furthermore, he grabbed one arm of Arthur holding the sword with his opposite hand and drew it toward himself. "Gu......" Arthur groaned small without winning with force, but in the next moment Roderick's head thrust was to groan with more than a direct hit and more than a double voice.
The sound sounded as if he had rang a bell in a gong dull manner, and Arthur, with his forehead red, turned back in momentum. Arthur, who does not release only the sword, but turns his back while the arm grabbed by Roderick, is twisted up his arm as it is. The move was sealed to be completely restrained, where words finally protruded again from Roderick.
"What are you going to do? Say it if you can.
"Ahhh."
to a sober Roderick voice. Arthur strips his teeth again and looks back just at his face.
Roderick thinks it's like old times to Arthur, who can only feel completely hostile and angry. "Damn father, I miss it when you think it's years since you called me. Arthur, with a reddish swelling of his forehead, glanced at him if he inadvertently seemed emotional.
"Te, Mei didn't tell you. Wow, wow, wow."
With anger Arthur finally kicks Roderick in the back leg.
Gohoo! and to a sharp kick precisely into the dovetail, the Knight Commander of the Boulder also groaned slightly. Arthur's kick sounds good enough even over the armor. I wondered what the hell was wrong with Arthur, who was still rolling melameras and anger.
I was wondering what you meant by not saying. The restraint is lifted, and Arthur, who finds himself again, remains vigilant without turning into a hegemony that is likely to beat him again. And I called again with a low voice.
"Easy, Arthur. If you have reason to be angry with me, make that clear first.
"Answer my question before I do."
To Roderick, who calls for calm, Arthur, who breathes fire unchanged, does not cool the heat at all.
Still unchanged, he was roughing up his breath like a whoopee and a beast and stripping his teeth out. Once Roderick had solved his problem, he could not find out how long it had been.
"It would be good," he returns, prompting questions from Arthur. So Arthur finally breathed and swallowed up his mouth. He lays his sword down to his waist and, like his father, speaks with pale eyes and a lowered voice.
"My mother knew..."
… is.
Roderick's words jam into unexpected inquiries.
Though Arthur seemed somewhat calmer, even considering that the language was back to normal than earlier, his sharp eyes nevertheless remained stabbed by Roderick. And now Roderick didn't even give me back what I was talking about.
Finally understand. Why is Arthur angry?
"You... why did you do that?
The complexion changes from the roderick of the expression I was surprised at earlier, and it draws my blood.
To the words Arthur blushed silently with his lips squeezed. The twitching and the way her complexion stained her was undoubtedly another reason than anger.
He picks the narrowed end of his mouth so that he can't say any more, and his clenched fist trembles as well. He began to congest slightly to his eyes, and from his brightly red-stained head he could see even the white hot air. Roderick is convinced of his appearance. to the biggest crisis that Arthur has learned about his fiancée candidacy.
It was also natural for Arthur to get angry, and if convinced, Roderick rarely had a wide open between his eyes and brows. Roderick with his throat buddha up and down and his mouth firmly tied is obviously more hunted down. When he finally strayed from Arthur to his gaze and let him wander, he got a critical toothpick from Arthur. I just kept staring at the answer, but I didn't get a response.
If he cut the paralysis and yelled "Knew it" again, Roderick dropped his shoulder with a long and deep breath, as he gave up. If you snort heavily, Arthur will jump off the spot with only his leg strength at the next moment.
"You shut the fuck up about me, Daddy. Are you kidding me?"
Wait, Arthur, calm down and Roderick desperately want reconciliation, but Arthur won't stop anymore.
"Let me hit you one shot," he yelled repeatedly, "and now it's time I seriously hit the Knights Commander. It's the sword that doesn't work for Roderick, but if it's bruising, I'm sure. Arthur waves his arm with the intention of seriously getting one shot in his father's face.
"I've been hiding everything that matters."
"No, you and Clarissa should discuss it properly this time..."
"Oh, my God, my mother just found out."
"Arthur, why are you doing this...
"I don't care how long you keep your mouth shut."
"As a result of the thought of you getting upset."
He said he was arranging all the excuses. He raised his voice to Arthur, who raised his anger, to Roderick, who panicked.
Clark can't stop laughing alone on the side after witnessing his first parent-child Genka in years. Ha ha...... if you laugh with your belly and now both Arthur and Roderick say, "Clark! What are you laughing at?" "Clark! If you're laughing!" and was shouted at the same time. The appearance became hilarious, and when Clark even laughed out louder, the fury of stripping was unleashed on Roderick from Arthur, "You don't even know Clark?".
I didn't say it. I also think Roderick absurd his voice, but in fact, Clark had figured out the reason Arthur was angrier than Roderick. I dare you to laugh and pretend you don't know why you two quarrel. There's no way I know the circumstances. I can't even get myself to arbitration, but at least I didn't dare leave the room, and I kept sitting there, saying that even if I were just here, neither Arthur nor Roderick would be calm enough to lay down the words of their fiancée candidate for conversation.
The Cavalier-General's office is disturbed and scattered like never before in a fight between Arthur, who really wants to beat him, and Roderick, who can't fight back if he has nothing to do with being silent. Clark evacuates important documents and troubled objects to a place where there is no aftermath for the two of them if swallowed, thinking it seems difficult to clean them later.
"Tell me what to do. I'll tell you what to do. I won't even say no to the boulders."
"'Cause if you say no, I'm gonna bust you. Let me beat you up more than I'm gonna bust you."
Stop calling me that in the castle. It's Roderick who scolds me at last, but Arthur still didn't stop the onslaught.
And neither can Roderick be beaten in silence as the Knights Commander as the majesty of his father. But I was surprised that Arthur had indicated that he did not want to get off his fiancée candidate himself, and his fist came into his jaw unexpectedly. I took it with my hand just before and thrust it against my jaw, but it was the best I could do because it hid the upset.
Arthur has no intention of getting off his fiancée candidate at all.
There is still a lot of confusion and hesitation in the crown of "king and fiancée" and "pride. As someone who could stand there even if it were only for a time, I would be too fearful to run away if I thought I would be treated as a candidate for it. But the desire to" not let go "of that position was stronger than that.
Until now, when Leon, Pride's fiancée, showed up, when Cedric tried to get close to her, and the itch scratched itself over and over again at Adam's presence.
Being a knight, I am not in a position to hear the love of pride or its true meaning.
I cannot pay for all the demon hands that approach pride by my own will alone. Because she doesn't have the right to hold back on herself if she loves her opponent romantically.
But now that I've become a fiancée candidate and even figured out her other candidates, I definitely deserve to stop. Even if you don't call yourself a fiancée candidate, you can undoubtedly protect her of your own free will. Because it's a one-way street, even if the other person besides the style and column definitely favors pride.
No more ceremonies or whenever she sees a letter from a man, she also doesn't have to rub her mind whether he's the one who makes her happy or the one who reaches out badly.
If you pull yourself out, it's the style or column that Pride chooses. Because they're both definitely the ones who must make you happy with your pride. I can protect her, I don't have to feel any more drawbacks, and I don't have to be beside her. For this reason Arthur was prepared to bear one or two crowns that were too heavy. Interpretation is a temporary crown, and in the meantime you can undoubtedly be eligible to protect your pride or benefit from the opportunity to be beside you. Yes, it's temporary.
"That's Arthur......! I can't believe you mean it..."
Blood went up on Gwali and Arthur's head in Roderick's open eyes and the way it contained.
I don't like how that word of Roderick means, "Are you seriously going to be your fiancée?" Eating and tying his teeth, Arthur converts his nearly inverted voice into a yell, screaming from his belly, as he deludes his burning complexion.
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Roughly, I just imagined my face getting hot and my eyes turned.
Earlier, if I remember the moment when Pride laughed and nodded at me like he was lit, I couldn't help but feel ashamed and paralyzed up to my fingertips.
Arthur pulls his sword out again as he raises his best scream of the day. If you're not hostile with your bare hands, I'll punch you with my sword and I'll make you roll an ethereal in your eyes. Roderick, who realised that this would seriously destroy the room, also pulled out his sword again and set himself up.
I know that my father, the chief of the Knights, will not refuse to be examined by the royal family for any reason. And I also know that it was difficult for me to say "Wang Mate Candidate" to myself after I exchanged with him to make him head of the Knights. If Tiara does not become the king's sister, she will surely become the king's wife, and at the same time her dream will be crushed.
That's why I just want to hit you once.
Clark laughed so hard to breathe at Roderick, who panicked, and Arthur, who aroused anger with a bright red face.
Gashan, watching Gashan and the Knights Chief's office get messed up. Still, Clark didn't interfere at all until Roderick asked for help.
I don't think this quarrel is a bad thing either, thinking that Arthur's confusion and worries would be a little clearer if he didn't. Most importantly, if Arthur wants to be a fiancée candidate, there's nothing for Roderick to worry about. Even if he became king's mate, Arthur undoubtedly seemed so with certainty that he would choose the path to remain a knight.
The indoor brawl between the Knights Commander and the Saints continued for nearly an hour afterwards.
Even at dinner time, many knights and recruits had already gathered outside the room for the fact that the Knights Captain of the Eighth Corps would not appear until the Knights Commander and Deputy Commander. Together with the intense noise, the usual rumors of Arthur, "What did you say to your mother?" "What did you think you could hide all the time?" and "A hundred times." and the situation where the Knight Commander was completely pressed with his mouth were also heard by the knights outside the room. We waited outside the room to heal to a jihad on a scale that we obviously shouldn't be in.
Ultimately, with Clark's help, Arthur was once again persuaded and apologized from behind and promised to hang out with him until morning when he got home. Finally, Arthur's fever was temporarily quenched, though.
When the three men who noticed the clock time left the room, rumors spread among the knights who were listening: "It was shortly after Arthur found out that there was a hidden son in the Knights Commander.
Arthur chills his head when he sees Roderick holding his head and Clark laughing and solving his misunderstandings.
"Arthur Beresford.... why did you point the blade at the Knights Commander...?
Shortly after, neither Roderick nor Clark dared to stop the start of a second war with Angry Harrison, who heard the noise.