The Most Heretical Last Boss Queen Who Will Become the Source of Tragedy Will Devote Herself for the Sake of the People

7 years ago

"Fucking father... n and I'll go out of my way..."

A silver-haired young man walks, repeatedly pounding his tongue to confuse chips, chips, and.

Shortly after field work, he was still painted on sweat and dirt from top to bottom despite some time that had passed in the morning. The bump and long hair also clutter and snap into the damp forehead. He scratched his forehead up once as it seemed hot and bitter, and still quickly hid his face again with long hair.

Driven by a desire to put something behind him for a reason ahead of us from now on. Still, he kept moving his legs forward before his mother entrusted him. You don't want to be near your father's place of work.

It was also routine for a young man whose mother ran a small restaurant to do field work and help his mother from time to time. However, most of the young people who do not want to go out in front of customers are now behind the scenes. Undercooking, serving and dishwashing are the main tasks.

Today, however, a letter addressed to his father arrived amid uninterrupted customer legs, not to mention haste. The mother, who confirmed the sender, wanted to deliver it to her husband in a hurry, but she couldn't help but cook with the customer. But it is only today that I can deliver my writ to my husband, who is due on an expedition on assignment tomorrow. As a result, he turned into a busy mother and had no choice but to deliver a hasty letter from his son to his father's workplace.

I can tell just the envelope is superior. Having cautiously told him not to wrinkle one of those, he really doesn't want to face his father. On the contrary, I didn't even want to face my father and a knight who would at least be familiar with him if I could.

However, he was also hesitant to irresponsibly entrust it to the castle gatekeeper, so he would eventually head to the Knights' Exercise Ground on his own feet even after being passed through the castle.

Turn down, draping your long forehead and fucking, fucking and evil young men decide to run away from the castle with a quick effect when they deliver the letter. I wish I could meet Clark, who is both familiar to me and my father, but I also know he's not that lucky. Just like his father, the Knight Commander, Clark is also a busy deputy commander.

... Somewhere, give it to someone from the main unit knight...?

He's a distant man about knights, but his trust in knights is thick.

I don't have to give it directly to my father, but I'm sure if I were any of the Knights in the main unit, I would deliver it to my father, who is definitely the Knights Commander. I have permission from my mother to entrust it to the knight if my father is absent as well. At least it's a problem-free letter to the extent that you can see the address.

The young man who arrived at the Knights' Exercise Ground loosened his legs once in front of the gate. A nostalgic feeling that I had visited once as a child strokes my chest, eating and tying my back teeth to the feeling of clawing and scratching more than that. The gate was only open, but on the left and right were two knights who became gate soldiers. to the figure of a knight stretching out his spine and turning his white uniform in the wind. That alone makes the youth want to turn away.

"Um... sorry.

Blurring, toothless, the young man opens his mouth.

The gate soldiers lurked their eyebrows at the young man who leaned down on his face and walked over in a worn out outfit with dirt stains without trying to show his face. I thought he was the wrong recruit hopeful for a moment for a young man who was physically able at his age, but then he wouldn't have to come here to be rejected at the castle gate. I thought he was a recruit, but I don't think he looks familiar to such a highly impressive young man. Even more so, the seemingly young man, who did not even seem to be a nobleman or his servant living in the castle, had no choice but to be considered suspicious.

The young man, once swallowed his mouth, confirmed from the back of his silver hair that his vigilance was increasing straight into the eyes that looked at him. He was hesitant to give me his own father's name here, even though all I had to say was the requirements.

"Who is it?

Suddenly. A low voice emitted directly from the side that amputated the thought of the youth.

A brief breeze blows late for just a moment. My spine froze when the killing temper, as the inexperienced youth could see, stroked my throat sharply and I was called from the true neighborhood where no one was supposed to have been until earlier. Plus, I'm two beats late, and if I think I can hear the sound of chatter metal, I realize that a sword was stuck in my throat.

The young man, who so suddenly turned his throat against it, could not move one more thing for a while. If I could just turn to the voice instead of moving, I would think that I could be necked with a sword, because of the killing I'm unfamiliar with bathing. In front of him, two of the gate soldiers looked blue compared to the young man who was suddenly stabbed with his sword and the man beside him. I change my earlier self from a suspicious look to a look and a slight fright that definitely guided me now.

"Answer me. Who is it? What brings you here?"

The young man thinks he will seriously be killed like this by the voice of a man who asks lightly and briefly.

The blade slammed against his neck, though slightly on the evidence, flattened again. Just stroked by that sword, which has a good cut, only a few long foreheads are cut and flushed into the wind.

Fool, stop, pull the sword!! and the gate soldier in front of you rushes to raise his voice, but the man never lowers his sword. One of the rushing gatekeepers leaves the spot to pull into the exercise area and sends a message to the incoming recruits saying, "Report to the deputy commander!!".

But no matter how much the knights panic, it doesn't change a man's behavior at all. "Can't you answer that," the young man's throat dries up to the man who sharpens his killing temper.

I turned my jaw high enough to think I'd see my face, forcing my fearful, distorted mouth to move. In my head I feel the knight statue I had in mind collapse in part with rattles. I had imagined to some extent that a tough father was for the Knights Commander, but I seriously think that this would not change him from just a soldier to a backdoor family business gorotzki.

"Arthur Beresford, …. Father,... to Father. I delivered the letter and came... My father is Roderick Beresford.

Arthur insisted on cleanliness as he traced it and managed to spin a decent tribute.

As soon as that happens, the complexion of the gate soldiers in front of you changes in an instant. The knight, headached by the man's usual rampage, was now more concerned about the youth in front of him than it was. I don't believe it, but seeing the same silver hair as the Knights Commander also helps convince me.

The man still suspects that it is the sword that pokes at him, but the breath-taking sound was clearly heard in Arthur's ear as well. Furthermore, if you can continue to "check with the Knights Commander himself or with his deputy, Clark," the blade that was close to his neck was also slightly distanced from his neck.

"The evidence.

If it was meant to be, it would only be some proof if you named the knight within you. In some cases, going through the gate should have been enough to at least summon the knight himself to the front of the gate, or to hear the requirements, but unlike the gate soldiers who try to make it easy, I'm not convinced that a man still sticks a sword in his neck.

There are also cases of intruders and assassins who speak the names of the Knights and their bodies. There is as much in this country where special abilities are born if there is a way to resemble them. Besides, the Knights Commander son and other things he has never seen before. I can pay as much as I want with my mouth alone.

A man nodded quickly if he was a normal young man, but a young man who seemed narrow to see and painted dirt on him didn't seem to be the Knights Commander's son no matter what he saw. It is still more convincing that children in the lower echelons were hired by the wicked to come and deliver suspicious goods.

But Arthur, who was asked for proof, also has trouble with this on the boulder. I wanted to tell you to just accept the letter because it's fine with me, but I think if I give you a word of mouth, you'll kill me.

"Letter.... I have come to deliver this, the letter to my father, n. Can't you do this...?!"

The letter I had carefully was now going to get dirty with cold sweat.

But show the letter in the hand even without turning around so that the man can see it. The man confirmed the sender, thinking that it did not appear to be dangerous due to the thinness of the letter put forward by the youth. If you look at it, the sender was the name of the upper tier that had no edge on me, but at a glance I found it to be not fake to the superior envelope and engraving. Furthermore, the destination is inscribed with the names of "Roderick Beresford" and the Knights of the Kingdom, the highest ranking knights.

At that moment, the man who understood opened his eyes without further ado, closing to the sheath the sword he was poking at in an instant. At the same time as the noise gathered in a cackling momentum sounds small, the attitude of the man turns and kneels on the spot.

"Thank you very much for your disrespect!! I do not know you as the son of the Knight Commander and sincerely apologize for this disrespect...!!"

Arthur finally turned to the man who stood on one knee and lowered his head to himself deeply in a way that looked down.

I won't be able to keep up with much of the change in attitude. He was a knight dressed in a team uniform, as I thought, if I checked the man as he mocked his neck, which was being poked at himself.

Now that I'm showing my swirling hair to myself, I can only see my short hair cut messily, but I don't think of it as a knight with a strong voice to sincerely apologize, but I take half a step back. I had some idea of the prestige of my father, who is the Knight Commander, but I get confused that I, a common man, would kneel at the main unit knight, etc.

"Oh, no, nothing," he says, returning words to various places. I know better than anyone that I can't even show my face decently and that I can't force myself not to be considered my father's son dressed in a messy outfit. I told him to get dressed if he was going to the castle. I also refused the advice of my mother and that I was responsible for visiting him as a dirty person.

I don't know what to do with a knight who waves the hand left or right of those who don't have a letter and repeats his words of apology all the time with his forehead on the ground. Ultimately, "That sounds good!!" made my voice absurd.

Taking that word, the man who finally raised his face stood up in a completely different polite motion than earlier. He is still shallow in the sun with the start of his education from the vice president as well as his manners and words, but he nevertheless bowed his head again in good faith and showed himself inside the exercise area.

"Please, come through. Let me show you to the head of the Knights.

Arthur slightly draws his face to a man who, on the contrary, has a completely different attitude.

The man who shines a purple glance, no matter what he thinks, I think it's his nature to expose his earlier killings. But I also found that the face of the man who bowed his head to himself and feared him was a completely untouched face.

There are a number of reasons why I should revisit my attitude in order to distrust myself, my anxiety about being disrespected by the Knight Commander, or to make it difficult for me to flatter myself. Yet the man in front of me, no fine dust at all is such a face. Seriously, now I was just showing respect for myself, the son of the Knights Commander. Conversely, when my attitude honestly changed so far, I think it would have been more reassuring for me to look snug. I seriously doubted what the hell my father was doing educating his men in the Knights.

Even while I am afraid of the speed of a man's transformation, I urge the person in question to come inside the exercise area. Arthur's tongue finally moved to a man who leaned his neck against not moving a single step.

"No, it's good..., you know, me... my mother just told me to come and deliver this..., this, if I could just ask my father to give it to me..."

Please, Arthur finally entrusted the script in his hand, even though he said so.

I also felt like giving it to the man who had just put his sword on me, and to the gate soldier who was in front of me. Guh, and he held his fist with each of his empty hands, and he lowered his head as it was.

"? Am I glad I didn't see you? The Knights Commander will begin his expedition tomorrow..."

"Good. I don't even want to see you."

From the relief of being able to give you a safe letter, this time I say no to the man's question in the usual tone.

At the end of the day, I told him to throw up blurry and throw up, and he got queasy and evil. Scratch the disturbed long silver hair with gasp and turn your back. It was unexpected that he was suddenly stabbed with his sword, but feel relieved that he was delivered a letter safely and that he didn't confirm his face under his hair

"What did you say?

Gwah!! and an unparalleled killer struck Arthur again.

My body trembles at its hegemony more than my voice, and the moment I try to look back, a blade sticks directly next to me again before it does. Instead of just poking my sword at me like I did earlier, I come so close to my face that my breath hangs like I'm trying to peek my own eyes over my hair. The man's purple eyes were sharper than they had been the first time he saw them, and he stabbed them straight at himself.

Arthur draws more breath to that light than to the blade. If you think your throat made a weird noise, you can see how scared you are of your own blood. The idea of being killed this time straightened my head rather than thinking about why I'm being put in a situation like this.

"What did you say to our Knights Commander? Retract now."

Arthur strongly distorted his mouth to a man seeking correction in the form of complete intimidation.

Eat up your teeth and now stare over your silver hair at the knight in front of you rather than turn your throat against you. Fear was also strong, but the rejection of demands was much stronger than that. Until earlier, as soon as I gave the name of the Knights Commander, I felt like I was about to be killed again on the subject of the Knights Commander by a man kneeling to just a common man without any shame, even two things like heartburn.

In the end, this knight only sees about his father, the Knights Commander, through himself. Same reason he doesn't want to go to customer service at his mother's small restaurant. If the guests and the knight in front of them overlapped in their thoughts, seeing all the shadows of their father through themselves, they even learned to nauseate. Even now that I don't show my face, I'm still convinced that knights see themselves with all their father's glory.

I don't think I can make a man change his attitude about his father anyway. Put your strength into the fist you gripped and release words other than correction from your eaten and tied mouth.

"Such a K (...) SO (...) Parent (...) Father (...) N I don't care if you say so. I'm on my own. It's not my boss, and it's on you guys. It's none of my business."

Hey,... and. I couldn't say enough.

Before that, it was faster for a knight's fist to enter Arthur's belly without hesitation.

Instead of preventing it, Arthur, not even wearing protective equipment, exhaled the oxygen in his body at once. He was flown as close as two meters without even being given room to kneel, rubbing and hitting his whole body five and six degrees and many times on the ground, rolling like a round too.

Hold your belly with both hands and round your back. I coughed up many times gahaggo but it just made it extra painful. It's just a head struggling with lack of acid to see if that really is a knight to a man who has been waging violence with no hesitation at all. Furthermore, a man who should have blown himself up appears right in front of him again. I didn't even hear the footsteps rushing over and the wind just blew short. Arthur understands that the knight is finally a special ability.

"Withdraw. I will not forgive anyone who insults the Knights Commander."

Whatever it is. To a man who lays words short without even adding those words, Arthur eats and binds them to the point where they sound giddy.

The figure of the knight I had in mind is completely scattered and only creates more hatred than fear in the man in front of me. Why do you have to look at yourself like this, but you stare at a man from a messy gap in his hair?

"I have no right to insult the Knights Commander to anyone like you."

A man overlaps words again just to say if he can't understand his folly.

He didn't shake his sword or knife, and he didn't break his bones with his fist. He was still the one who handed it down to the average person. But I don't have the option of not waving my fist. No matter who you are or who you are, it doesn't change the fact that the young man in front of you has discredited his great-great Knights Commander.

Arthur, who keeps coughing up his back round as he fights real nausea with geehogging, couldn't say anything for a while. I desperately sucked up oxygen and my cheeks rubbed on the ground every time I squatted wondering if the built-in had crushed. I keep coughing up too much and my physiological tears seep in and my cheeks get dirty.

"Don't fool the chief of the knighthood, who stands on the top of the knight with no protection whatsoever"

The pale talking man's mouth gradually becomes a rap with excitement.

A young man who came to the umbrella and swept back the prestige of the Knights, insulting the person, just looks ugly and stupid. Unlike myself, my body temptation while keeping a wonderful father to envy. Besides, I don't have the guts to say it back to myself with one fist. Vulnerability. In spite of the weakness that my body is capable of, I also think that I should break one of my arms and remind him of my weakness in this setting.

I can only wonder how the hell I could be so rotten while I was born such a wonderful knight's son. I looked down at the young man crawling through the ground, even floating a color that I suspected was still really fake.

To the man's words, a young man so bitten that his back teeth were crushed, but at the next moment he coughed up again and his whole body wanted oxygen and bounced. If my breathing finally returned to normal, the sound of zeze and rubbing was repeated from the young man just coughing up. Looking down at it, the man throws words again.

"Don't be lucky enough to have a knight captain for my father. No matter how great the Knights Commander is, you have your own value and fine dust."

"Utter! What do you know about Mei Mi Tei's blessed guy?!!"

A blood-soaking voice scratched off.

Instead of the gate, Arthur coughed badly again as he shouted with that voice that seemed to sound even to the Knights' Exercise. My stomach hurts like fishin 'in my stomach because I couldn't even breathe calmly. Still, I force myself to breathe up, spit it out with my cough mixed up, and desperately hand in room to give it back to the man as I suck it up again.

Looking down unchanged, only the man's eyes opened within a glance. The unusual killer twitches and swells up even more.

"What...?

Words leaked ahead of hands this time to the words of a young man who only seemed sweet.

The man who let his angry less fist wave faintly added words that should be corrected by the rolling youth further in front of him. More so, declare yourself blessed, etc.

Unlike a father like myself who merely took away, he always wants to twist his neck in this setting that a young man with a knighthood chief at the apex of the righteous, strong and guardian can yell "less blessed" at his father. It was perceived as the worst insult word ever, with the youth's words intact wanting the man's environment to be higher and seeing the Knights Commander as lower than his own father.

It wasn't enough to look down, and now the man who kicked Arthur randomly, without even aiming at his belly, didn't even wait while he rolled down the ground again to grab his shoulder with his fast feet and push him to the ground. Forced to push the kicked recoil to the ground, it hurts so Arthur's back rubbed on the ground can burn. But now I was stronger angry with a man riding from the front to himself rolled over on his back than that. To a pale that shined sharply from the gap between his giraffe and long hair, the man stabbed him with an eye that would not even blink.

"Correct it. You think I'm more blessed than you are? That is foolishness towards your father, the Knights Commander. Like you, everything."

"Thémè Mité!! Blessed are all the strong and awesome special abilities!! I had the father of the Knights (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) You bastard know what I mean!!"

If I don't let you say it to the end, Arthur will raise his voice again.

Peeling his teeth, this time he was able to exhale for a long time a minute that was not aimed at his stomach, he rattled his back teeth with girrillies. When I was a child, I would stick straight to the knight I should have admired, now only the emotions of hatred and jealousy. Weave knights' uniforms as they deserve, use their special abilities for the battle they yearn for at all costs, and let the hatred roll over to a man who "envies a man who can speak of respect for the knights as he pleases, and who pokes at the top the fact that he knows better than anyone else in having all that.

The man's movements stopped for just a few beats, to no avail of predictions from Arthur. The shock preceded anger to a young man who vomited ugly that he had the good fortune of being the father of the Knights.

Arthur kicked up the man's belly with his free feet instead of his grabbed shoulder while his anger attempted to be converted into further killing intentions. The shock over the armor wasn't enough to clog his breath, but nevertheless the man, who was launched into too much leg power and forced to lean back, unleashed a knife with anger and reflexes. The moment it got away from my finger, I thought it was gone, but I didn't have time to make it even with my own hands at high speed at too close a distance.

He headed straight for Arthur with the knife released and was avoided in a twisting motion at the next moment. Stu and the knife pierced deep into where Arthur's face was, and the boulder man also held his breath to it. the impatience that he was about to seriously injure the Knights Commander's son and

"I don't want to be spoken to!!!!"

Arthur swings his legs to the side again as he rolls over to the man relieved.

Now I prevented it with my elbow, but the man is better than a counterattack from Arthur.

The impact on him was stronger, avoiding the knife from close range, naturally in front of him.

Moreover, it rolls out to the second blow while being in an overwhelmingly unfavourable position of rolling to the ground in a gap that is surprised by it.

That's not all, he made it a priority for a young man who should never have been directed at a knife or anything else to poke a gap for a moment, even if the knife nearly stabbed him in the head. To all of that, the man is still convinced that he is the man who inherited the blood of the Knights Commander. It is difficult to avoid even main unit knights such as knives at close range.

"... why don't you hone that talent for the knight?

When I could swallow all that fact, a voice was released from the man that sounded at the bottom of the lowest land ever.

Arthur absurds his voice with an unintelligible word ah?!, but that doesn't matter. The man plays his foot with an elbow that prevents him from kicking. As soon as his disturbing leg retreats, he grabs the bust with both hands and slaps Arthur's back of the head to the ground.

"Answer…!! Why are you so fragile?! Forgive your fragility!? Why are you so crumby while you can have a master called the Knights Commander from an early age!? How can you enjoy being so corrupt!? What clouded the noble blood that flows to you?!"

I can't allow a chunk of talent in front of me to just be rolling on the ground.

Unlike myself, I can't allow any young man who is blessed with opportunities to be scratching his claws there. I don't understand that talent, opportunity, even the presence of a teacher is thrown into a ditch and is like a bug. I have no doubt that half of that body has the same blood as the Knights Commander who picked himself up and hoisted him up with Clark, but I don't see why he can continue to corrupt me.

From the eyes of a man, it was impossible even if he wanted to understand why a young man who was undoubtedly blessed with everything in front of him was so rotten. If you're just a poor person, your bowels just boil down to the possibility of a young man who should have given up.

I slap him to the ground after grabbing him so many times that he wants to kill him for real. As the cancer, cancer, and painful noise sounded, Artha continued to stare at the man with her eaten teeth without leaking one groan this time. That was the only resistance I could make to a man who rocks and messes with his short black hair and hits me with the question I thought in my heart many times as it was worded.

I can't do anything because his words are intact, all true to me, and the words I didn't want the least to be poked at by others. I stabbed him in the chest so hard that I couldn't force myself into the limbs I wanted to ramble out, or rumble to make it go away, I ripped him off so many times. I want to make it easier for a man to kill me just like this.

Other than that, I can't find a way to contain what goes up in my eyes.

Answer me!! and I slammed Arthur's head to the ground again, when the man who kept his voice afoul of impulse drew him to an elevated position.

At the next moment, his hand suddenly stopped perfectly as he tried to wave to Arthur again. Arthur's long silver-haired back face was clearly split left to right and dewy by being slapped repeatedly irresistibly.

It's not just the glance I was seeing from the gap in my hair. The rugged expression engraved between the eyebrows that glanced at the man and the pale eyes that seeped tears in his eyes were all melons to the Knights Commander, to whom he had sworn allegiance.

I even remembered the illusion that I was waving violence to the Knights Commander for a moment on that face that was too similar to my head, which had a fever and stopped functioning properly.

Arthur could not afford to hide his face because he could not say anything to the man's words and could only indulge in tears any more.

"Stop it Harrison!! Now it's time to be removed!!"

The knight of the gate soldier, who finally rushed, holds the man from behind.

They tried to stop Arthur as soon as he was attacked, but now the assignment is to the Gate Soldier. In the unlikely event that Arthur could turn away from the knight guarding the gate with a fake, he was not allowed to leave his possession now.

I rang the man many times to stop him, but he couldn't hear me at all, and I called for help in the exercise area, but I couldn't grasp anything but the first recruit to get a message because the Knights were in the exercise. I am pressed to decide whether to move on to the preaching order or give a signal of an emergency, and at last one of the gate soldiers is going to stop me. When it comes to combat alone, men outnumber men by far more than gate soldiers with long knight experience in the main squad. But the blurred head fortunately still didn't let the man resist.

"You!! Let's treat the injury! The other one will send you to the ambulance."

Arthur woke only his upper body to the words of the gate soldier holding the man down, as he continued to report immediately to his father.

I don't want to see that fucking father's face, rubbing muddy cheeks in the back of my hand thinking. Arthur, whose head was still slightly chilled by the intervention of a third party while the words were still nothing, took a distance from the man by trying to kick him with his heels.

Even when it comes to injuries, there are no visible injuries except rubbed on the ground. The beaten stomach hurt, but it didn't matter if it was a mole or Arthur.

My chest, chopped into a man's words, was much more seriously wounded than that. If I stood up fluttering to leave before they called my father like this, I had verbally urged him to go to the exercise area overlapping apologies that the gate soldiers couldn't stop. As I repeated that if I didn't like to see my father, I would just go to the adjacent ambulance, a man who was finally relieved releases the words of the blade to him.

"Don't show up again........................!!"

Gilli, and it was the man who sounded teeth-eating.

The man releasing a completely different word from the gate soldier distorts his face in a rugged manner as he burns Arthur with purple burning eyes. I can't wield anything more on that face that resembles the Knights Commander while letting it boil without concealing hostility and killing intentions.

He decided that it was no longer worth waving his fist at the vulnerable youth in front of him, even if he could not be held down by the gate soldiers, and let go sharply to Arthur with the last word that would be.

"I will never be qualified to step on this sanctuary for the rest of my life...!! Don't ever show me that face again, even spinning that person's family name is a sin!!"

"Huh!!"

Moment after moment, Arthur turned his back and rushed in the opposite direction from the practice field with his severely distorted face.

I sipped my nose, rubbing my eyes with my fist until they turned red, and on that back of which I ran away without looking back, the man kept roughing up his voice telling me not to come back again just because I wasn't saying enough. It was, of course, a sight no one in the Knights had ever seen that a man so absurd his voice, overlapped his words, and exposed his emotions.

Then just five minutes later, "Stop it, Harrison!!" Clark, the deputy commander who got a message from the recruit, jumped out of the arena and his crying finally subsided.

The man never answered a single question from the gate soldiers and Clark explaining the circumstances, and the harsh scolding on them.

I also apologized profoundly and without further ado to Roderick, the Knight Commander, and was punished for committing excessive assaults on ordinary people, but with no regrets or reflections regarding the words I uttered.

Blessed with talent, he inherited his noble blood as the son of the Knights Commander, and sincerely hoped that he would never cross the lay of the Knights Exercise Ground again.

……

One month later.

"Fucking dad, what are you talking about?"

A silver-haired young man yells at his voice absurdly.

And he even threw his sword at the head of the knighthood, which is also the pride of the man's venerable, knighthood.

"Then Lord Arthur will come with us to our house as soon as your business is done after this.

The young man, who told him not to show up again and crossed that border even though he had only stood for a month, stayed in the ambulance adjacent to the Knights for a full day and even appeared again.

Moreover, this time, he tries to be cordial even with the proud First Princess and the First Prince who helped rescue the Knights. Despite the fact that I've piled myself to the heart so many times over there. But the man...

Now, I don't find that offensive.

"... Arthur Beresford.

The man, standing in the rear row of the knights gathered side by side, called the young man's name with a low, sounding voice.

Until two days ago, I didn't even want to say that name once, and now I don't hesitate.

To that voice, Arthur was called, of course, and everyone in the knights, who knew the great incident only a month ago, shook their shoulders and turned. I will wait for his way out so that I can seize him now, wondering if he will commit something again even though he is still being punished.

I pushed them away without worrying about the vigilance from the knights, and I went straight to the front row, and I said to him, "You know what?" and embarrassed me first. Educated not to wave his fists at ordinary people, whether they are within knights or not, again in a case a month ago, and not to make too many statements to ordinary people who are not sinners, he doesn't intend to wave at Arthur anymore. And even without Clark's orders, I won't do it now.

"To the knight, it seems... you're going to be.

"Absolutely.

Arthur also had a strong shoulder in the appearance of the person who hurt him physically and mentally a month ago.

Forget about before pride, too. Now, consciousness only concentrates on the man in front of you. I feel something similar to a month ago to the hegemony that backstrokes tingling and skin. But Arthur wasn't lost now, either, to the question of the man who was released low.

"I've stepped into this sanctuary twice since that advice, and... you're stepping again, aren't you?

"Oh. I'll be back for my entrance exam next time"

Even now, the wounds of that time remain. The belly mole also remained vivid if the clothes were rolled, and the broken heart hurt Arthur vividly for a month without even having a sore lid. After fleeing from the man, he repeatedly blamed himself when he came out of his dreams, tightened his chest every time he remembered, and cried alone over and over again. I was so hurt that I thought this wound would never heal for the rest of my life. But now, the only thing that lit that wound was burning heat, not pain.

"Are you ready to slap me down again?

"Yes. So one day I'll definitely..."

I'm not scared of a man who's even had nightmares right now.

Instead of saying that a clear goal would be here, Arthur turned to him in the front, pointing his straight outstretched finger.

"I can beat you. I'm gonna make you stronger."

Tighten his chest, pull his jaw, and say to the main unit knight, who is far above himself.

Only a month ago, I turned to a man who denied himself more than anyone I had ever met, and had no fear. He was prepared not to bend it, no matter how threatened he was here.

And the man knows that very well, too.

A few days ago, he did see it with his eyes. The moment he showed his readiness to dedicate everything to the princess, who was weak and vulnerable and who was only foolish enough to be frightened by his father's great shadow to undoubtedly give it all to him of that will.

The incomprehensible youth of that time is nowhere else. Binding his long hair and showing his father's similar face, he turned to himself, slamming him down, unconsciously, and he was completely separate from the young man he knew.

"It would be good. If (...) before (...) is stepped into the land as a recruit, come and kill me anytime.

The man, who straight reflected the same pale glance as the Knights Commander, slowly pulled out his lower back sword on the spot.

Stick that blade straight to Arthur, who stands in the front with no intention of swinging. Show on the spot your willingness to welcome Arthur as someone slapped on the challenge, not from the side but from the front, as before. And finally, I laughed for the first time.

Pulling up his mouth chopsticks no more, that grin scared Arthur more than any angry look on the day he met him, freezing him from spine to toe. Dampen the fist in your grip for the first time. But still.

"I will slap you down again and again, ravage you again and again, and make you lick the ground again and again.

Now he identified in his eyes the first goal he should defeat, and even his hairy smile he took with a harrowing look.

Never thought that attitude would lift a man's grin even more.

"Harrison Dirk. Never forget this name"

It was only a year later that Arthur, who became a recruit, would continue to challenge Harrison, who became captain of the Knight of the Eight, as he did every day.