"Huh! From!! We've already talked about it!!
Arthur sticks his throat up as he makes a damned noise between the metals.
In the eyes of the recruit, it also seemed like one Arthur was arguing with an invisible enemy, but he's actually there. As the wind blew through his quarters many times, and the aftermath also reached the knights a few meters away, Arthur continued to elucidate with the same words many times.
Even a trained main unit knight seemed to see Arthur confronted with a black wind, not a human, if he hadn't gazed. So close to who I'm fighting with Arthur right now is serious. He is now relentlessly using his abilities to strike, often refraining from special abilities even to ambush his men.
"It doesn't matter. It's no different that you pointed a blade at the Knights Commander."
The black wind murmured so with one voice like a word.
At the same time, the sword of the right hand follows the escape and is released like a bow and arrow at high speed. Arthur played that thrust in one swing that seemed sharper and more troublesome than the bow. Harrison's orbit deviates as the momentum stands, but he kicks the ground the moment he understands he's been bounced and re-establishes his posture. Now he kicked the tree beside him and jumped straight from side to side to Arthur like no gravity.
Arthur, who has been slashed in the first place and then continues to wriggle the unforgiving Harrison's sword, still does not attempt to fight back. I moved my mouth desperately under attack that would not spare me instant death if I made a mistake from Harrison.
"That sounds like it...!!"
If you ask yourself, I do know that being attacked by Roderick, the chief of the Knights, though his father, can be caught up in the rules of the Knights.
In fact, if he was not his real son, he would surely be seized on the spot at the Knights' total exit, or he would have been the target of punishment. Even personal strife within the Knights would be against discipline in some things, but would not be tolerated if it were normal, such as waving swords and ramblings at the Knights Commander instead of his superiors.
But even for Arthur, I couldn't give up all this time. Pride asks me about the fact of shock, and there's no way I can stand words alone here very much. Keeping this anger and impulse under control until Roderick's next rest day was also difficult for Arthur the Boulder.
Once again, Harrison launches a side-beating sword attack.
Instead of playing it this time, Arthur was slipped between the blades and re-orbited. At the same time causes so much friction that sparks scatter. He slightly turned himself against a patchy spark and caught his left arm with the opposite hand within the naked eye of Harrison as the swords rubbed against each other.
The fast foot stops abruptly and Harrison's foot floats slightly in recoil. At the next moment, he twisted his body around his floating leg, turned Arthur's side head, and the kick went for it.
"Huh?!" Arthur avoids it as well, wondering if there's still a counterattack from Harrison. Harrison's arm, caught because of that gap, also got away.
"If you have an excuse, say it."
Words that speak pale and cold, but the other knights united their voices only in their hearts, "Do you listen" to the words?
Harrison basically doesn't listen to excuses. Moreover, this time he is also disrespectful to the Knights Commander and Roderick, to whom he pledges allegiance. Everyone thought that Harrison would ask why, etc. although it was the attack that meant it. Because that means you can do it with your sword, depending on the requirements.
But if Arthur says so too. Conversely, it devours my teeth with a more rugged look earlier. There's no way I can say I was angry that they kept me quiet about being put on Pride's fiancée candidate. And if you shut your mouth, the attack from Harrison was extra sharp.
I think Arthur is too dissatisfied now that every single blow over what's wrong, I can't tell you, is overstated like an interrogation, and why he keeps getting more mouth count all the time during the fight. I even think he's trying to kill me to move his mouth to interrogate himself. In the next moment, a sword was thrown like a spear from Harrison, who flew into the air.
Instead of being subjected to boulders, he jumped sideways and dropped off a sword that pierced deep into the ground, but now that Harrison's weapon was reduced, Arthur pulled out that sword with one hand that pierced the ground. The earth jumps from the cracks on the ground because it drained out of force and suddenly drained.
"Jeez... there's a lot going on!!"
I know I can't use Harrison's sword more than my own.
That's why Arthur, who first made it a priority to take his weapon, threw his sword back at Harrison with full force, like a long throw. Bubba!! and sharply tearing through the sky. I can't even grab Harrison the boulder on the sword that literally flies with the slaughter itself and turned into it. There's nothing you can't capture, but if Arthur really lets it go, losing the sword momentum the moment he grabs it in the air makes his fast feet dull more deadly now.
Harrison, who read and avoided only the orbit of the thrown sword, packs Arthur a distance with his fast feet. The sword, which was not received by Harrison, remained straight and stabbed to its roots into a tree nestled more than ten meters away.
Harrison's fist turns to his belly and is released. It would definitely sound like he was wearing armor, and Arthur finally got his forelegs out. He steps out to strike Harrison first with a long leg as he storms from the front, but even that is avoided in the next moment with his fast leg.
When Arthur also notices the remnants of Harrison moving straight from the front to the side in an instant, he arms out with a forged reflex nerve. Shortly after, I was grabbing Harrison's wrist waving down a knife aimed at my jaw. Giggy Giggy...... and Harrison's movements can only be stopped for a second or two. The moment he grabbed the right wrist holding the knife and sneaked a new knife from his nose with his opposite hand while Arthur was concentrating there from close range.
Gun!! and Arthur's head thrust hit the top of Harrison's head directly.
The sounds rang as if even the impossible bell had rang to the aftermath, and the knights who were touring in far-flung circles were flashed. Contrary to Arthur, who nestled with his breath cut off with his teeth eaten up, Harrison, a boulder, also had his brain shaking and his feet fluttered in the attack from directly above. But still, in an attempt to re-establish attitude, aim only tactilely at the person holding his own hand with a glaring vision. If you make him look like he's going to fall into the front door and try to take his gun, you reach out softly.
"" Parent-child quarrel, so take a look at it a little bit. "
?!…………
Pitali and Harrison's hands stopped at Arthur's unexpected appeal.
I was interrupted a few more centimeters where I thought my finger would reach Arthur's gun. Within that hesitation Arthur lifted Harrison's right wrist, which he grabbed, high and with only the force of his arms. If Gi, Gi, Gi, and Simple Arms are all you need, Arthur will have a military boost.
Harrison looked up at Arthur from face to face with his eyelids gone, as only his right hand would be able to catch him, also stretching out of his back naturally and the attitude he was at the front. I still think the look that wrinkles between my eyebrows and stares at me with a rugged look as I let each shoulder breathe out resembles Roderick, my father.
Arthur also hopes that Harrison, who stops moving and stares straight at himself, will listen to me go on without a fight. If we really fight Harrison like this, it could go on until Roderick or Clark get into a stop. I wanted to try to persuade you in words as much as I could here if I thought it would last until tomorrow morning in the worst case scenario.
Zee, keep breathing out ha, but also keep Arthur's eyes off Harrison's purple eyes so he can be vigilant. Harrison, whose jaw was also slightly raised due to Arthur's lifting of his right wrist, could clearly see its face from his patsy chopped forehead.
"... so... I don't give a shit about the book, parents,... because it's a child fight... can't you take a big look at it..."
I'm ashamed to say so myself.
Arthur didn't even think that the day would come when he would use the words "parent-child fights" and so on against himself when he was in his twenties. Keep staring at Harrison, feeling his face boil from the inside twitching with shame.
Neither did Harrison immediately come up with a cut back on Arthur's argument, which he didn't anticipate. And the knights around them who heard Arthur scream, "Parent-child fights...? Captain Arthur and the Knights?" and starts whispering to each other with Kosokoso. Arthur's shoulder trembled like a pimple and cramp whenever he picked up each and every one of those voices with his ears, and he couldn't bear to bite into his mouth once.
I scream in my heart at a good age, but I can't help it because it is. Now that I can't tell you the circumstances, and I can't tell you the contents of the fight, the only way to get rid of the dispute from Harrison was with a weapon called "Family Facts."
It wasn't until three minutes after Harrison opened his mouth to Arthur, who kept waiting for Harrison's fever to cool down while enduring his desire to retract and escape.
"... Parent-child fights...?
Arthur also returned it with a word of affirmation to Harrison, who repeats it small as if it were an incomprehensible word.
Harrison's right hand, which had held the knife tightly until earlier, weakened slightly, exhaling thinly to avoid being noticed. In the worst case scenario, I also thought it would recur as a "reason," but so far I feel like it's quenching the fire. He lowered Harrison's hand, which was raised high, just a little bit, to a height that would deprive him of his freedom instead of fishing.
"... hey, with myself and the Knights chief, you know, I get angry regardless of the Knights, and... so, I'm the one who sold the fight.
You try to mislead me successfully, or at the end of the day, it breaks honestly.
It was difficult for Arthur to lie to Harrison as he stared straight back into his own eyes. Instead, it makes me wonder if I should have been so angry earlier that Harrison would have quelled my fire at some point.
I feel like I'm talking to you alone, as I tell you to get it out of your mouth late. As the gaze of the other knights also stabbed, I feel sorry for myself being pissed off and making excuses by seniors in a parent-child fight.
I tied my lips, and then I untied them, and they deviated to the first time. Look for a word to Harrison who has no response at all, asking him if he can answer a word.
"Did Mr. Harrison, uh... have any quarrels with parents like that?
"No quarrel."
Clearly, that's the kind of word that breaks him before the sword. Arthur drops only his neck gakun.
That's right...... and I gave up half the time to convince him too. I guess if he faithfully executed what he said about being a man in sight, the chief and deputy chief of the knighthood, and being a superior officer, he couldn't have defied his parents in the same way. When I wanted to be slightly depressed whether it was such a strict house, or if Harrison was originally such a temperament, or if he was actually a sweeter growing up himself than I thought...
"" It's just ravage.
……………, and. Now Arthur lost more words.
Many doubts arise about Harrison's words, which only speak the minimum necessary words.
I thought a lot about what you meant, and the subject of the ravage, but I didn't think I should go into that language that was said to be far-fetched.
I could only reply to so many words that I would. Arthur, looking round his pale eyes with Pocan and his mouth open, unconsciously weakened his ability to grab his right wrist. Harrison, who did not miss it, pulled his hand as he shook it off, lowering his free hand to the side of his body. I'm not going to go back into battle like that.
"You and I have different fathers."
Arthur can only blink at Harrison's statement, which seems to get the background if he twists his mind a little.
Maybe I let you say something you shouldn't touch, and I even think about whether I should disappear from my thoughts and apologize to Harrison.
But for Harrison, it's a background he doesn't need to hide or talk about otherwise. Arthur was more concerned with him than with his sudden hegemony. I don't even know if I would have misanswered anything, but I don't feel like thinking deeply there. I thought it might mean explaining more, but I decided I shouldn't even talk about my own father here, which is a nuisance compared to Arthur's. Instead of cloud mud, it is disrespectful even in heaven and earth, for example.
But that's why if I shut my mouth, Arthur's shoulders will gradually become round to depression. I honestly twisted my neck if I was eventually apologized for "sorry......" with a lurking voice that only I could hear. I don't see why Arthur apologizes here.
Now the next time I unleashed an attack, I even shredded my mind to Harrison to Arthur, who was going to be spoiled even when I realized it. After a brief sigh, he tours his memory and opens his mouth to see what he was talking about originally.
".....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Yes. And that's all Arthur can say.
Now if I made a statement to the selling word that would deny my father even the buying word, I think he would definitely wield a knife. Arthur himself knows very well that his own father is splendid. Because it is always my respected knight and father who stays right, makes the right decisions and acts.
But even while he thinks so, Harrison stabs him with words.
"If you disagree, you're the one who's wrong"
"... no, I'm angry at the difference."
"It's your fault"
Arthur the boulder also gently resisted too much Roderick absolutist opinion but was soon folded.
I'm a little caught up when Harrison says that much that I don't even know what kind of fight was still going on between me and Roderick. It's just better not to be killed, but even if you're blamed and angry, at least you want me to be angry based on the circumstances. In fact, even though I don't want to say the circumstances.
"... I was angry because... the Knights Commander was hiding it from me"
"It's your fault"
"No, but the Knights Commander was there just now, so admit it."
"It's your fault"
………………
Harrison, who silently kills him, and Arthur, who also leans round his shoulders to his neck, were too rare a sight for the knights around him.
Even though it is an occasion where the Holy Knight may be left for future generations simply to say that he will be scolded by his men, albeit seniors. But before that, Harrison scolded the adorable Arthur more "with words," and all the smaller Arthur appearances were sights of suspicion in his ears and eyes. Among the Knights, a long-lasting Arthur was like a little child now pissed off by his parents.
"... it was hidden from me."
"It's your fault"
Ngu...... and Arthur bites in the mouth with a bent face, but can't say any more.
He said his father kept his mouth shut about his fiancée candidate, and about his pride fiancée candidate. I can desperately push my desire to complain that he didn't only tell himself, who is Teng himself.
I know it by my head. I also thought many times in earlier fights with Roderick. No one else, that Roderick was pushing the matter for my son. But still, I'm still very dissatisfied.
Arthur recalled his hegemony to the extent that he wanted to hit him once again. The taste of blood fills me with too much strength with the bite in my mouth.
I only understand if Harrison is still dissatisfied with Arthur, who releases a slight hegemony as he leans over his face and gets smaller. From Harrison's point of view, I think it was Arthur who definitely made the mistake, beyond what Roderick, the Knight Commander, couldn't possibly have done wrong. But I slowly opened my mouth thinking that Arthur, who had never even spoken to me during the exercise, would be unhappy with himself.
"... as a result of a lack of trust"
!!
Gabba!! and to the words Arthur raised his face, which had poured momentum.
It glows pale with its eyes so open that it's about to fall out of zero. Point it at Harrison, and pull your lips together.
"Are you telling me to talk more," Harrison moved his mouth only once more, to Arthur's residency in the light with a strong reaction. I had no choice but not to hesitate to say so intolerable a word.
"I didn't deserve the Knight Commander's trust enough to be hidden. I'm sorry about you."
Words that could normally be taken spicy pierced Arthur without a straight twist.
How could I have hidden it from myself? I knew exactly what it meant to think of myself. But I didn't even think about it until now until I thought I had something to do with it all this time. And now, as soon as I've swallowed the word, my complexion boils red in an instant. Draw your breath and reverse it as your back stretches with force all the way to your shoulders. Twitching, shame erupted when Roderick seemed like the child he had seized earlier.
Roderick didn't say it for himself. When it came to why it was for me, it was because I thought I would be disturbed if I heard it. And the cause of the disturbance is that the opponent is pride, and that he had to give up the dream that if there was no Tiara, he would be the head of the Knights. That's why Roderick was hiding it. I mean, the reason Roderick was hiding it from himself, if you trace it back, no doubt.
─ ─ Me!! I said I'd have a headache. "I knew it!!!
"~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
You're an idiot. As soon as I scolded myself!! and yes, I heard my head burst.
I am more aware of what bothers me than anyone else. But it doesn't make sense just to be aware. In other words, if you think back that you couldn't reveal yourself because that's who you are, your anger at Roderick will sink at once.
I wish I could have kicked "n nothing" and "you can't be bothered" here. Then I could still be mad at my father. But now I'm worried about myself. And as a result of my troubles, I come in the way of my assignment as a knight. That is an undeniable fact. In other words, if I put it in a nutshell, I was convinced that my "lack of ability" was the original cause. Perhaps I even unconsciously thought that I had stretched my nose to the title of "Youngest Knight" or "Knight Captain" or "Holy Knight" and held my head on the spot. You knew you didn't deserve any of those titles, but you wanted to type in your forehead.
At the next moment, Arthur lowered his head deeply when he shouted, "Sorry!!" Harrison's tympanic membrane just broke. Harrison sounds too loud, but even the brains of the knights around him. But Arthur couldn't afford to notice it. "I'm going to apologize!!" he continued, running all at once with his legs in front of him.
On Arthur's back, which ran out so suddenly that he could play, Harrison didn't go after him this time either. I don't know how much my speech was passed on to Arthur without words. But at least I admitted my nonsense here and now I thought it would be good if I went to Roderick's to apologize.
After dropping off his small disappearing back, Harrison headed to retrieve his sword, which remained stabbed as if nothing had happened.
"Shit...... Knight Commander!!"
As soon as he arrived in front of the Knights Captain's office, Arthur raved his voice.
Turning around to solve an unavailable misunderstanding, Roderick, who had just finished cleaning up the scattered room with Clark, opened his eyes to a return too soon as he sat down in front of his desk.
Apologetic words were released by Arthur at the very top of the opening as he slightly stood to wonder if he was going to scatter the room again.
Whatever the hell you think, even though you were emptied and it hasn't been half a day since you apologized to Arthur yet, Arthur squeezes his mouth once, still tiding his face regardless of what he's been running.
Some Clark doesn't know what's going on in front of him. And there are recruits around the Knights Commander's office. I can't specifically apologize here. That's why next to the apology, Arthur expresses his determination in words.
"Father said I was his son... more, because this time I will try to be a knight you can trust enough to get your chest strained!!"
I want to be trusted.
Not only do I want to be like my father, but I want to be a knight enough for my father to think, "Arthur would be fine". One day, I want you to rely on me because I'm a knight named "not my son".
Arthur doesn't think he can do it yet, "to the extent" that he's worried about his pride and is thought to interfere with his mission. No matter how much you are dressed with a grand title, you will not be entrusted with that chair if you cannot become a recognized knight by your father, who is the leader of the Knights. You still have to help yourself in Roderick. "Never in a child.
If you don't have a mind that doesn't move into everything as well as your skill as a knight, you'll never reach your father.
Ever since I became a Saint Knight, I know Roderick has prided himself on his pride and surroundings. But it is convincing to think that they didn't say it directly because they thought I would be chronic.
That's why this time Arthur felt strongly that he wanted to be a person who wouldn't move, no matter what he was told and made of any choice. Now that he has been chosen as the sword that defends his pride in the style, and as the one who inherits the name of the Holy Knight in the queen, and as one who is "special" to his pride, all he wants is
I want to be named the "Knight Commander", my father.
Not embarrassed enough to be a pride fiancée candidate.
One day suddenly, I want to be recognized as a knight who can say, "I'll take care of it" even when the time comes for my father to rely on me without any foretaste.
Arthur, who told him as excited as he was with his reddish face, strained his throat at the chest of his will.
What the hell is confusing Roderick about his sudden son's statement of determination and re-taking, but I found his determination to show his breasts with his hands and scream real.
With all the wrinkles between his eyebrows stretched out, "... ok," I now return just one of those words, and Arthur bowed his head again to his satisfaction. My back bundled silver hair jumps on my shoulders as I keep the momentum. Never mind that either. Once again Arthur sounded "excused" when he corrected his posture and closed the door himself again.
Pathan.
…………
"Are we making up yet? Roderick."
That was surprisingly quick. Confirm the closing door and the distant footsteps before Clark throws to the silent Roderick.
Goddamn it, I chuckle at him throating. If he looked away from every face, I had a friend who couldn't hide his pompous expression.
I kept staring at the door for a while and put my thoughts around it but I don't know. Whatever you think about this one, there's something wrong with you that you've been hiding. Nonetheless, Roderick himself couldn't even solve the apology coming from Arthur. But I am delighted that my son, who had fished his eyes sharply until just now, turned his eyes to himself again, with a strong will and light. It's just that when it comes to being a knight who can put his chest up when he's his son, it's been lavished.
"…… it is already there.
"I guess it's because I didn't say that directly to Arthur"
Right...... and. Roderick held his head with one hand to Clark's words.
I settle my hips in the chair and lean down small against my desk. For me, Arthur is already a knight I can call my proud son with my chest stretched. Nonetheless, if you list it like one of your goals, it makes you feel less complicated. Even though it was to keep me from being chronic, I even think about taking Arthur to that tavern again this evening.
I could also imagine how Arthur could have come to that idea of what only Clark would be thinking, to Roderick, who puts out a long, deep sigh and gets one bite.
From Clark's point of view, neither is ever wrong. Roderick was definitely hiding about his fiancée candidacy because of Arthur, but he's definitely proud of Arthur as his son. I don't trust you, I don't take it lightly because I'm your son. And given Arthur's feelings, I don't think I can help but be perceived as such. And I'm not even wrong, though. Because...
"Because you're still the same parent idiot, my friend."
"Shut up, idiot"
Gong, and finally Roderick struck his forehead at the desk in response to a friend's words.
Clark thinks it's parents' sexuality that makes them unconsciously want to protect their children.
No matter how proud I am, how much I rely on it, how much I trust it, I still want to protect it somewhere.
One day it even crossed, and Clark singled his throat and laughed when Roderick could entrust everything to Arthur would be the time to give way to the Knights Chief's chair.
... It wasn't long before "the hidden suspicion of the Knights Commander" surfaced again from the recruits who were listening to Arthur's statement of determination.