Who is Lord Pride's destiny?
Also at the moment it was over his head, the column burned more on his head than on alcohol, and the fire was about to come out.
At least not myself, he said. From the day I found out I was a fiancée candidate, the column believed and didn't doubt it, but the truth, if I actually asked, was that I wanted to spend as much time as I could with someone close to me before Pride died. The fact that even I was counted as one of the people who wanted to spend the rest of my life got hot at the same time as my chest ached, and I was honored, but then things change.
Previously, when I confirmed my sincerity to Pride, I told him that I would lend as many names as I wanted in order to confuse the fiancée candidate of my destiny. Besides, Pride returned a word that could be taken to affirmation, which is why I was convinced that there was another fate. And even after Tiara's king and sister were established, she didn't try to change her fiancée candidacy. Without a doubt, I thought it must be proof that there was someone in my mind who decided. But shortly after Pride accidentally exposed her fiancée candidate this time, she did say.
"I'll keep Steel and Arthur out of the candidates properly, so don't worry anymore!
Lightly, that's what I said.
to two of the three who were candidates for fiancée other than themselves.
If it's fate, the column wonders if it's that easy to remove. That was never a rush or a joke. I was seriously trying to exclude Stayle and Arthur from my fiancée candidacy. So you're saying neither of us is destiny?
In addition, she had previously told me that if she had been stripped of her right to inherit the throne, she would have traveled well with Val and the others, but that if she had left the first heir to the throne, she would have gotten back together with Leon. None of that sounds like a joke. I mean, no way, she's really...
I wonder who, as yet, has no destiny.
It's not weird.
At the time, it's just the story of Pride choosing three partners for the First Princess just like her engagement to Leon was. Romantic sentiment is not necessarily a must there. Only, she chose the three of them as the ones to live her whole life with. That's all we're talking about.
And I don't think Column has that intention in making a plea that neither Style nor Arthur should take themselves off as fiancée candidates. Whatever was going on with those two statements, I wanted you to marry yourself, not to be beside her by adding her to one of the fiancée candidates.
... as if Master Steele and Arthur were other personnel.
Am I the only one who noticed that discomfort, the column thinks?
Tiara could have noticed, but she didn't seem to be inclined to one person again either. Seeing how pride and surroundings have behaved so far, it seems to me that we have taken pride and surroundings indefinitely from each other.
There are only three fiancée candidates. And all three of them think they're not themselves. And if there is no "fate" in pride.
Style, Arthur and myself will all be on the same terms.
Even people who are not candidates for fiancée right now if they do poorly.
In other words, the column itself stands on the exact same stairs as Style and Arthur again. It is now up to him to climb further from there, or push someone's back or down the stairs.
And one day the three will be confirmed, and the day when only one more will be chosen will surely come.
I wonder if Master Steele and Arthur realize it, the column thinks. Even at the end of the fiancée candidate's term, there is no different way to be beside Pride. The fiancée candidate is not just a friendly opponent. that one day she is a standing candidate to put her beside it.
Rather than reassure me that my fiancée candidate is someone among these three, I will no longer be deprived of her by others if I become it. It gives you the right to touch that skin, to stroke your hair, to keep holding it in your arms, to be grandly jealous of the numerous men who approach her, and to inhibit, publicly proclaim and defend you as your own wife. Whispering about love with dignity, that one day there may come a day when you will gain more love than love from her or friendship, and that you will be given the right to hope for it.
I didn't think anyone but myself was aware of it.
Or is it simply that those two have no shards of intent to do that? But I wonder if everything will change color in an instant if only a drop of "different consciousness" is put into their current minds admiring their pride. Like myself and Alan, it's only a moment before you change your consciousness of pride.
Even though, Pride is close to his close opponent.
If only a few more steps, just a few steps from herself to the steps, wouldn't it reach her heart? And the fact that in the current situation, it's not just the fiancée candidate, it's even possible that other people are. In the worst case scenario, the person who becomes the husband is only "a partner" and there is no chance that another person will take her heart away. If you even imagine a specific figure, the column wants to stop at least that.
And if you think you're good enough to get this far, then you think you're good enough to respond, too.
He said that he was more aware of himself, that he was becoming an overwhelming advantage.
Gashaaaaaaaaa
The moment I got into that thought again, the column finally slammed the jock on the table. No injuries thanks to the sturdy gloves, but the jock smashed to pieces of wood dust. At the time, Alan's "oops" and a voice close to his back also rose, but the column remained bent over with a hand holding the jock's handle. Both fists remain solidified on the table.
I'm only a few matches. Whether you're a fiancée candidate, you say it's actually just a name. That's what I thought, but suddenly I'm in the most dominant position. If you're a candidate for another fiancée, then you're still assuming those two aren't yourself.
I want to tell you, I think. But I don't want to say that and give the two minds an extra shake. If you let the two of them sprout that awareness cheaply, the wounds are also huge when they weren't chosen.
No way, it's impossible. The column still thinks that I am not a person in that position. I also wanted to be in a position to protect her well-being, just like Alan, not telling her how I felt and keeping it in my chest. There is no lie in that feeling. It's not deception, it's not giving up, it's not prevention, it's just that I really wanted to do it. I am proud of my position as a knight, and I do not even think about marriage so that there is no remainder of my heart when I constantly wager everything to fight for the people and lose my life.
... If it had been Alan, I would have been able to move without hesitation...!
Most of my thoughts are invaded by alcohol, and as I lean down, the column looks at my friends calling me to see if there are any injuries on the side.
If he were in the same position as himself, he would run up the stairs before anyone else to make sure he got his pride without hesitation. But that's not who I am.
I wouldn't have bothered you so much if you had the destiny of pride. Because I supported her in her love and did all I could for it. But the truth is, instead of pushing your back, you're standing in front of yourself. There's nowhere on my back I can push, and I think I'm going to shake more like this.
I wanted to hang my feet on the stairs, even though I had decided to live and die as a knight. It makes me want to reach out. And I realize that if I get her heart any hundred million, I'll break it. If Pride stuck me with more emotions than dear, I'm not sure I can jump through it. I'm sure I'd choose to live with her even if I gave up the heartless death I had decided to. I give in to the terrible greatest temptation of not having to quit the knight. Become her companion, a knight but queen. All those who are knights and have no companions want so much that their hands can get out of their throats. But Arthur hasn't thought that far. And Stayle doesn't even imagine himself standing on the top floor of the stairs. That's why the column...
"Why didn't you notice?"
Gakkaaaaaaaaa and slammed his fist on the table with his anger. At that moment, the pile of liquor bottles I was riding turned upside down and the table smashed.
Instead of just being in two pieces, it can crumble in an instant without withstanding the magnitude of the impact. The liquor bottle containing it also fell and cracked, filling the room with the smell of liquor at once. Hurry up and open windows and doors before Eric and Alan set fire to the lights in the room, but still the column remained leaning. Hold each red-haired mixed hair head with both lost hands in the storage area and get smaller.
I would never have been so disturbed or tempted if Style or Arthur, or someone else worthy of a king's mate, would have shot her in the heart.
In a nutshell, it was a "just notice" word to Arthur and Stayle about his current mood. I don't want you to be forced to bud your love. But at least we need you to understand where we stand. I want you to realize that you are in a position to undoubtedly look next to your pride for the rest of your life, not even a few matches. I want you to know that that kind of future is also placed as an option. I want to shout out to these delivery guys about what they're going to do if they steal my pride's heart. Not everyone, like myself and Alan and Leon, realizes their love for pride and doesn't want any more. The moment I almost thought I should run up the stairs for the sake of my country, if only as a king and his wife would take it away from me.
Putuli, and the thought of the column interrupted.
"Eric, we're getting away. I need you to stay in your room.
"What, no more Captain Column...
to Alan ordering the column that destroyed the table to retreat in front. Eric is confused. Even though I swallowed it myself, there's no way I can leave a drunk column and go home. But still, Alan looked panicked and said, "Because it's good!" He turned to the door and pressed his back. To Alan, who is oddly pale, Eric leans on his neck but stomps. Then I'll take care of myself, and the moment Alan tried to give me the keys to his room first.
"... wait Alan, Eric.
Huh, and Alan caught a short breath.
The voice of the column that finally uttered the word is terribly low. Before looking back, Alan was forced to escape this time grabbing Eric's arm silently. Eric, who can be taken by force by his arm to drag him, raises his voice "eh" and looks back just at his face to the column. Then there was a column that stood up from the chair, raised its face that was leaning over, and dyed its skin red with alcohol.
Lift and shake the nearby shelf with one hand.
"Captain Column! You can't throw that."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
Fished by Eric's screams, Alan, looking back, also stopped at the sight of a boulder.
Alan waits on the column, giggling the sound of the floor and shoes rubbing off. It was a shelf packed with Alan's precious liquor that the column, a special ability man of power, was lifting with one hand. Even if you pull out the total weight of the shelf that is awesome, if they throw it now, they will definitely waste all the liquor in it. Worst case scenario, a large amount of booze could still be caught in a fire by igniting the room lights. Because the shelves are packed with a lot of alcohol.
Ok! Ok, so I run over to the column and tell him to get it down because I'm desperately good with Alan screaming. Eric's back cooled to a column where his eyes were already blurry as he chased after him. By the fact that the two did not escape, the column, which silently unloaded the shelf, arms up and stands by Jen Wang. And when Eric and I meet each other before Alan, he opens his mouth with "Eric" and one hand on his shoulder.
"You tell Alan harder. You don't have to take responsibility for yourself. I don't need to help Alan with any more paperwork than I need to. Review also the voluntary exercises based on Alan the workout fool. Admittedly, you're a good knight now, too, but Alan has only been made up because he's been sturdy out of standard for a long time. Even the other knights imitate when the two most squadrons are impotent. You become a little more of a model for your people..."
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Besides, most of them were just words like, "Don't be lame." Unlike when you destroyed a jock or table, that tone is the only angry but calm narrative. Instead, Eric returns his words again and again to how he is closer to his usual column than he was just now, yet he becomes a pocan.
I thought it was alcohol or something when I lifted the shelf, but it's simply a long sermon. Moreover, every sermon was accurate and worried me about myself. As he was thankfully preached as he lowered his hips, Alan also lined up beside him with great care. He turns away and waits for his turn, drawing behind his neck. Eric is convinced that Alan tried to escape because he didn't like this sermon in the column.
Alan usually teases or escapes on the way, but a liquor bottle and a big fire in the room is too expensive for the price. It took more than thirty minutes just to preach to Eric, and then he called himself "Alan" this time to flow. Alan, who had already noticed, replies, looking uncommonly and clearly disgusted.
Then quickly began a novel to Alan, who had more than ten times more words and deeds to preach. Okay, okay, I'll give it back one by one in peace. Alan's appearance was also a little unusual in Eric's eyes. Eric lined up for it, wondering if Alan and his superiors had ever been mad at him like this during his recruiting years. Don't leave Alan, who originally fled the sermon of the column because of himself. When I finished preaching to Alan, I thought about putting water out on the column and sending it to the room.
"By and large you are always impotent. More impotence since Eric enlisted in the squad is sure to be your influence. It's not just Eric, it's also a lot for the other most squadron knights. I respect your speed of action and decision, but nevertheless be aware of when you are powerless. You also know that the captain of the most squad is respected not only for the most squad, but also for the second squad. You are too reckless in this recapture. Even when you were the captive, why did you put the other knights down and go after him at will? Scattered seniors would have noticed for a long time not to go deep. In fact, that's where you would have lost your life."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" column! Column: Okay! Okay, so keep it around there! Become "
Alan speaks up unexpectedly on the way to the column's statement.
He was about to be torn apart for dying in front of Eric, and Alan was also in a hurry for the boulder. Alan doesn't tell Eric aside, other than the column and Jail, that he was seriously injured. Known here to Eric, he blocked the column from speaking when he was angry with Eric after the column. Grab and hold both shoulders of the column from the front. Eric was surprised by Alan, who suddenly raised his voice and panicked, but even more shocked than
"Listen to me."
It was the moment Alan was slapped to the floor in an instant, along with an awesome roar.
The only luck I had was that I didn't get a hole down the stairs.
Alan, who should have been in the front of the column, literally disappeared, and Alan rammed up with the sound of the vacuum and the slab smashing. "Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,"
For a moment, Eric seriously thought Alan was dead. If Eric, who took a few beats from the flash and finally returned to sanity, could shout "Captain Alan", Alan only hissed up his hand with his whole body stuck on the floor. Exhale in relief at the inevitable confirmation of survival.
"You are! That's how I don't listen to people, so I even cause unexpected occasions when it matters! I recognize my strength, but that's why I feel more conscious as a captain now..."
The column continues to preach with no regard for Alan, who has been reduced to the floor.
Eric's spine froze completely at the look of it. I'm sure this is what Alan was afraid of. Alan was sturdy and physically trained, which is why he needs to be reduced to the floor, but if he had received that, he would not have suffered a minor injury.
Slowly wakes his face off the floor as Alan takes a sermon from the column. My forehead rubbed off and my body's savings hurt but no further injuries. Looking at the floor recessed to my size, I wonder if it would be better if I just didn't penetrate it this time. Once upon a time, when the column was drunk, there was a big hole in the floor, and the bed smashed through the wall, because it was no longer in a state where people could live in the room.
Alan thinks in the corner of his head that even if he's still drunk, he's giving his human opponent minimal relief. Otherwise I would be dead in the current blow.
I gavel and listen to the column even kneeling next door as I sit back with my legs together on the floor, okay, okay, sorry, oops, right. The only way to make a column like this grow up is to listen to all the sermons or take them down. If we choose the latter, we also know that we will undoubtedly sacrifice the entire cavalry.
The battle between Eric, who blues and solidifies his face, and Alan, who keeps even listening to the sermon of the column, continued until the next day.
Shortly after a long long sermon to Alan, the column collapsed trying to lose its mind. Shortly after Alan, who took it, also rolled the column to the floor, it became mentally and physically limiting, and Eric also suffered an interruption of tension, and the three of us fell and lay on the floor as they were.
Three hours later.
By a knight passing through Alan's room to the early morning exercise, the three men discovered through the open door will be disturbed by "a night attack by three captains.
Doors and windows were opened, floors were heavily recessed, tables smashed, booze and broken fragments scattered, Alan scratched his forehead, and whoever saw it, even the column and Eric, could only wake up in a blast sleep and not wake up.
It wasn't long after that noise that the column, which I haven't remembered since I was drunk, headed for the early morning exercise while Alan and Eric teased me.
"Wouldn't it be nice if you let your depression go away?
Neither Alan nor Eric, who giggles and shows, asked until the end about the source of the column's troubles.