"... Dear Stayle. He doesn't seem to be doing very well.
Mm-hmm. Style sharpened his eyes on the throw from Jill Vail.
While I know I am in a bad mood, I will gladly point it out to Jilbel without concealing any discomfort.
As soon as he moved his place away from Albert, the king's wife, to help him with his work in Jilbert's office, he was also haunted by a black hegemony. Albert and Jilbert had also felt his skin for his anomalies since he appeared in Wang and his wife's office, but it was pointed out that Style was also the first time now.
"Was it even a fight with Regent Vest?
"... I'm not turning my nerves upside down like you are.
To a lowered voice, Jilbert laughed gracefully.
After all, he said something had happened with Vest and put it around him and let him flaunt his shoulder. Whatever the hell he asks, it's obvious he won't answer. I also thought I should keep it calm, but I could also cheaply imagine that the style would be depressed if it continued to creep up to Albert.
After entering Albert's clerk's office, Stayle was the first to work with Jill Vail to help him. But considering that his father, Albert, also knew about the fiancée candidate, I wondered again why he and Arthur had been placed on the fiancée candidate list.
You didn't tell yourself, I still have no choice. If Vest had left everything to him, even his father wouldn't have the right to do anything about it. But why? The unchanged doubts were swirling in the style.
As a result, since entering the room where the color of dissatisfaction was the only one, the pressure from the style was now suitable for Albert. Albert wondered if Style had come to resemble Jill Bale again in a situation where Style, who returns at his usual rate if he spoke, would skip the pressure on himself, both silent and father. From Jilbert, who guessed it, I also think he originally had similar qualities, but the place to make that excuse was not given very much in silence.
And now Albert tells me to bring the materials together with Jill Bale because my help is good.
"If His Royal Highness the King is so attentive, you will have no doubt about it.
"You weigh differently when you tell me you're good at creating suspicion.
If I returned it with disgust, Jilbel soaked his eyebrows softly.
Unlike in front of Albert, even the frustration that had been hidden out in the back is broiled out by Jilbel. I know it's eight against Jill Bale myself. Still, unlike Vest and Albert, the blade of the style sharpened to the person who could be relentlessly bumped into.
Much of my dissatisfaction with the last word from Vest is a calm style, but still only the doubts don't go away. I'm not asking about pride, let alone what I can talk to Arthur and Column about. And as my brother, I didn't want to spill foolishness on Tiara either.
"Right, for example...
While listening to Tong Tong Tong and Jill Bale, Style stacks more paperwork on his hands than he needs to.
In Jilbel and I consciously avoid clashes because we are aware of ourselves that will hit him more than we need to. If he is angry with himself, he can not hesitate to slap him with words, but otherwise there is an unreasonable amount.
"Misleading that Master Stayle is after the king's throne, etc., I wonder if that's one important thing.
Grumpy
The neck of the stile that looks back in momentum cuts off the sky. The back of the black edge glasses glowed sharply and were released to Jilbell.
A return that should have been cleaned up in the words of "Impossible" becomes a spear truly and truly. Style himself, when he realized it, was after he had reacted.
Seriously, Style gets stuck in a response to a word that can take both meanings. It's as it is if you ask me simply because I was staring at Albert, but it also sounds like another word on my Jill Bale opponent. Stile doubted him as if even Jill Bale, who had no reason to know, knew Pride's fiancée candidate. There's no way Jill Bale, not the top tier, would know. But Jill Baer might.
If that were the case, he would have watched himself stuffy alone after finding out. Jill Baer raised his mouth angle loosely as he gained certainty, as the style glanced at him as he mingled with a slightly black hegemony.
"Dear Stayle,... even to a distraction. How about a story?
With her graceful waist and grin, Style frowns.
What are you going to do, but I agreed silently. If you stop wrapping up the paperwork with a glance, Jill Bale will smile and open his mouth just to say it's a sign.
"" For example, Lady Pride's fiancée candidate. If I were to put the nominee's name on the list, I would include some people close to Lord Pride.
I still know, he said.
From Jilbel's narrative, Steele is convinced. How the hell did you know and how did you realize what you just found out? Jill Bale still thinks the bottom is unknown.
a nearby person? And I asked him back gently, and Jilbell nodded slowly. I thought you were talking about yourself and Arthur in the distance, and the words go on.
"Dear Lord Pride,... I will be engaged for the second time. And undoubtedly His Majesty the Queen, His Royal Highness the King and His Royal Highness the Vest Regent will care about that.
That was understandable from the start, too, to Steele.
We also know that our pride opponents have been chosen. That's what Vest told me on my birthday, and even more, there's no question if I find out one of them is a column.
I also see that Rosa, the queen, was aware that she could not fulfill her engagement to Pride and Leon. Then I think this is the time and the list of fiancée candidates are all definitely the chosen ones.... and I also understand that myself and Arthur there can't be if we think about it normally.
"... and what's the point in being close to it.
"Yes, I do. Master Pride has a lot of deductions. I was wondering if you knew that the one who wanted to be next to him would never stop.
Also, silently, Style encourages ahead.
Even if you don't snort, that's a well-known fact. It is evidenced by the number of letters that reach her, even from the men who flock at the ceremony.
To the style that kept stabbing herself with her eyes, Jill Baer let her hands gently spread up as she spread her grin. "That's about the number of stars," he said, "and there were black signs again from the style. I complain all over my body that I just keep going.
"Then he wants to narrow it down to those who are qualified in it and leave it to add" the kind of person Lord Pride himself wants next door. "... I would think about it.
Is it a kind of affection? And the words are pitched, and the hegemony of the style subsides.
He stopped to his breath and his sharpness disappeared from his open eyes with his lips firmly tied. Jilbel shook his shoulder with an unexpected laugh at the reaction as ideal. Cut long eyes soothe and light up.
"And this time, fortunately," not only the regency work, but even the duties of the king and his wife are assisted, and thanks to Master Style, who has enough strength to be able to serve concurrently, "the system is in place to serve as the king and his wife, whoever they may be. So are the conditions stricter in that Lord Pride wants them? For there is as much difference between heaven and earth as there is between what you do not reject and what you desire.
Pickle, the shoulders of the squeaky, leaning style tremble.
I don't want Jill Bale to see my face right now. Hold both fists and endure, but still my thoughts are drawn horribly to Jill Bale's words.
"If it's going to happen, it's not just the regent's business, it's even the King's wife's duties. I want so much power for myself."
I did say it.
That's definitely because that's what I said to Rosa when I wanted Vested. But I didn't even think this was going to happen.
I think this is as if it turned out that I was after the king's chair. Besides, Jilbel's words come in shooting themselves inside with any accuracy. The heart speeded up the rate into small pieces. Oxygen diminishes and even breathes faster.
"Is that who Lord Pride truly trusts? If you want to speak of greed, I hope you are not just a favor, but a person who has" unparalleled emotions "towards Lord Pride. To prevent a second mistake, once you're engaged, you'll never let go of her again."
Bash.
"... even if it's a story, though.
smile, where Jill Behr's words stopped once.
He prevented the kick rolled out to his side head like a mouth seal with one arm and stopped in that position.
At the end of his thin-water glance was the First Prince, who was waving his long legs high up to himself. Without pulling the prevented blow, he raised his overturned face, the color of which was burning out as bright red as a boiler. Even though he was squeezing his lips and glowing his pitiful black eyes, his face was too pitiful.
Intentionally satisfied with his ability to bring out the rare look of Style, Jilbelle laughed without any evil. Slowly let his legs down while taking further chase with a gentle voice.
"How about that? Do you have someone like that? Dear Stayle, do you have any idea who it is?
"Oh, I've hated that for a long time."
Stayle yells with her trembling lips at Jill Bale, who makes her voice discourage her to play a prank.
Jill Bale, who flushes "I know" on the angry style, doesn't even hang it on his teeth. And pretend you just don't know. I only talked to him because he couldn't possibly know who the fiancée candidate was.
But who Pride chooses. One of the absolute conditions there as a king and his wife was taken away by Stayle, and even in the absolutely unmistakable situation of a second fiancée, there were some imaginable opponents in him who also had a name. Furthermore, if Pride himself chooses among them, he can easily narrow down his choices extra. And nearly ninety percent of them had been finalised in Style and Arthur when the column clearly appeared as a fiancée candidate at Birthday.
Even though one of the three is a Count family, he is not big enough to be allowed to live in the castle. If he's on the list, I can also imagine the First Prince's style or Arthur, who's also good as a knight, coming in. It is a fact well known to Rosa and the others that Arthur is a friend of Style's. Even if you think in terms of Style supporting the king's reign, it would be convenient if he were his friend. And I also knew that if I were Vest's wise eye, I would definitely not miss it.
"If you remember, could you please let us know for reference? Because it's very, very inconceivable with my missing head.
"Whether you know it or not, you're the only one I'll ever tell you."
Jill Bale giggles at the teething style as she puts her strength into her mouth.
Again, yeah, I see. I swallowed the word just in my head and laughed. If it's true, I'd like to convey a word or so of "congratulations," but if I did, I'd admit to leaking information.
If instead I made my sliced eyes laugh softer than any more, the style stuck out my fist this time with a bright red face. But it is also taken into the palm of Gilbert's palm, passionately and lightly. Still, the fact that his bare hands were no match for him tied Stayle to his chin hurting. I thought about using instant travel but hesitated to admit losing with my bare hands.
"Oh, my God. I'm in trouble with that. I can't sleep at night just in case a unsuccessful student was a candidate for fiancée to Master Pride.
"I don't need to worry about you. I don't need to worry about you.
Once, I get stuck in words.
There's too much blood on my head and it cracks. I wonder if it would be inadvertently a word from my mouth to affirm being put on Jilbel.
I realize how regrettably I've been forced to convince myself by Jill Bale's words. I also think he's just being put in his mouth truck, but I'm really convinced. And I want to convince myself.
Why myself and Arthur were chosen. I don't know if Rosa, Albert or Vest are the ones I put on the list. But if the reason for this is to wish Pride happiness, there is no further reason.
And as a result, I couldn't be happier if it included myself and Arthur as well as the column. Extremely, I even think it would be shameful to want more reasons if I knew that Pride really chose me from that list and that I still didn't intend to take it off the candidate. I even wonder if I would be dissatisfied with myself and Arthur if they were chosen under various conditions, based on the element that anyone can choose between them.
Now I'm just glad that Pride chose me as one of his fiancée candidates.
Neither Arthur nor Column is the kind of person who would monopolize pride, nor twist and bend her will. Now I can stay beside her without any more hesitation. I can safely jump other guys. No more feeling of loneliness, no more heartache on her disappearing across the door. You don't even have to think about whether to pull a step or not whenever a man shows up after her. I have the right to be a fiancée while I'm there.
Because the fiancée candidate is a person whose time with her is a priority position.
"... such as the unsuccessful ones, never again." Do we get close or something? "
The roaring voice of the style, which turned bright red in his face, rang across the door.
One hand pierced Jilbel's ear blocked like a bow, but still just slightly tilting his face doesn't change his smile. Instead, I even think a young man making a declaration of death in front of me smiles.
Style's breath was disturbed shortly afterwards because he twisted his voice from his stomach in one breath, but the sound of his heart became louder as soon as he put it into words. Ha, ha, breathing on my shoulder, my pitch-black eyes connected up like pride's eyes. Anger, joy, and shame all went into his fist and struck Jilbell even further.
... and be beside her most.
I was given that right by the highest echelons of the country and no other pride.
Priority right with pride for just a moment. Still, I think I'm happy enough now. Stayle thinks she knows very well that the three people she has chosen are undoubtedly people who prioritize her heart and well-being.
"This is it. I'm very sorry for your rudeness. His Royal Highness the First Prince of Style.
Even a slightly one-handed blow of Style's full body prevented Jill Bale, laughing calmly.
Wrap gently with a fist of fever in it and let it come down again. Now the stele, which immediately pulled his hand, made a noise of "hunch" and roughened his nose, fixed the position of the black edge of the slightly deviated glasses and held them down. Holding the finished dossier in one arm abusively, he yells at Jill Bale, "Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go."
Yeah, and Jill Bale, who bowed his head deep down on Style's back, also took the necessary paperwork and followed him.
Albert then wrapped his tongue around it, pretending not to notice that the style, which had returned to the office of the king and his wife again, was completely back to its usual condition.
I even felt a sense of defeat at the bottom of my heart that he would still be the one most affected by Stile, who could not help himself or Vest as a depository of his father and did what he did without difficulty not enemies.