"The story from me has gone a long way. You take care of the rest.
Pride slightly cracked the edge of his mouth at Vest's treatment as if he were dealing with a troubled child.
From Vest's point of view, all I can say is that Val is also well within the reach of the child. Val also originally sharpened his sharp eyes even more about whether he felt treated like a child, but Vest didn't care at all.
After ordering Val to slow the ground movement down to the same speed as on foot to make it easier to calculate the current location, he lowered to the rearmost of his slippery feet. In terms of distance, at a distance of around five meters, Vest pays the ground before lowering his hips.
Place the lamp on the ground and compare the azimuthal magnet with the map to come up with how far you will retreat. The reaction, which just said I'm not interested in Val any more, was to darkly say, "I'm watching, but be easy after that".
Pride exhales small, thinking it would be a Vest consideration. I took my hand off Val's arm, which I was grabbing, and then I slowly knelt on the ground myself. Pay your feet by hand and lower your hips with care to keep your dress as spotless as possible.
Belt conveyor While being transported to the ground slipping at speeds below, he said, "Why don't you sit down too?" and looked up at Val still standing.
Pride prompts me, and Val has no choice but to sit back on the ground somewhat. Val, still grumpy after she sat down, put a cheek wand on her assembled leg as she spilled a second tongue punch. Repeating a harsh tongue beating, Pride also dropped his shoulder with a small sigh at the appearance of stripping teeth like fangs. I'm sure if disrespect was allowed on that occasion, I'd go to Vest, who has treated me like a child, "Ah?!" I guess I was bringing one of the roars.
I scratched my head hard for every scorched brown hair, and my pride kind of made Val feel bad about one "shit". I've asked Val for this job, but I don't think I would have taken this kind of trouble if I hadn't used a hidden passage from the Queen's room or destroyed the torture tower.
"I'm sorry, Val. More special abilities than you need......
"It's not for Temehe.
To Val, who breaks it in a nutshell, I think Pride knows that. To the royal family he does not lie. Then, as he said earlier, he just let himself boil the business because he was slow. But then I still think I did something wrong.
Val glanced and then tongued again at Pride, who bowed his shoulders round and reflecting. I don't care what you say, he sees it that way, and he spits evil in his head. There's nothing I can do about it since I recaptured my pride. That's all I care about.
Silence flows as you return at a constant slow rate down the path you have been digging into.
I tried to slap him even lightly, appropriately, but he has a troublesome vest behind him. And Pride also went on to ask questions from Vest in Pride. He consciously silences himself that he won't want to have much more conversation. You're not supposed to be mad at me, but if you noticed, you'd be sitting in the front seat.
Waiting for a signal from Vest as we look away from each other and watch the flow of stone walls passing by.
When much time had passed, Vest, who opened his pocket watch, shouted "Good around here". As ordered, once Val stops the ground at his feet, Vest checks the map against the azimuthal magnet and confirms a straight route to his destination. Originally, you have to think of ways to bend or bypass a twisting path to fine-tune the hardness of a rock, etc. But Vest decided that a straight distance would also be possible if it were Val's special ability.
Point at the rock wall across the diagonal from the road you've been going through, and Vest says, "It's straight through here. Speed is as good as you like," he gave instructions. As soon as he felt the danger, Pride grabbed Val's arm and shouted, "Please make it at least as fast as the carriage". Otherwise, Val, who is now accumulating depression, is sure to start jet coaster travel.
As Pride guessed, Val, who was about to hit through to the highest speed at once, struck his tongue and then had no choice but to slip into the stone wall at a speed about the carriage. Despite the walls in front of me, the lifted ground slipped and I built the tunnel as the walls deformed with bumps so that I could clear the way where I thought it would collide. I think Pride is like 3D footage from a previous life to a sight that should bump into him but he can push through on the brink.
Val scratched her head looking just at the side of her pride in a pompous way. I should have been angry earlier, but as soon as I saw that missing face between them, I shrugged my mind. Val exhales sick and tired of having his cheeks caned with that arm, still clinging to his arm by his pride. I wanted to feel rotten for a while.
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The words I vomited in a low voice were as dissatisfactory as I could think of.
To Val's statement, which he dared to put into words and wanted to be foolish, Pride turns his eyes and then says off, "Because it was a week ago". In contrast, Val stares.
"Besides, if you've called it in the day before, why don't you put it together for that day?
"It's impossible for me or my Uncle Vest to do such a great deal of work the day before the ceremony. There was just a celebration the other day, and my uncle chose a day when I was calm both physically and physically to resume delivery work five days later.
That regent again, or Val, distorted his eat-bound mouth uncomfortably.
If you look behind you by changing the angle of your face so that you can look backwards, Vest still has no problem checking the map and orientation magnets. I seriously want to say to Vest that I'm not turning my attention to myself at all, what happens to my niece.
If it were the Style and Kingsguard knights on this scene, they would still be looking sharply at themselves. But if I recall being Steele's boss, I immediately changed my perception. Val knows very well that the more people you can't eat, the more trouble you can have selling fights.
"The fucking Regent.
Val's throw-up soliloquy did not reach Vest.
Val himself, who is forbidden to be disrespectful, cannot even be told to arrive intentionally. Still, I couldn't help but offend him. Pride reflected that his perception was sweet. But thank you from the bottom of my heart for complaining like that but never saying a word of "it's stopped" once. If he says that, I'm in no position to impose myself.
It's called a dance time, I even feel like I've just had my own self hanging out with me. I wish I could just show some gratitude or apology, but his words at the dance struck my head.
'I heard enough to rot if I apologize. I don't need any more than that. "
... it was. Apologies were annoying.
Rethink and reflect. I think I have become more and more accustomed to apologizing myself and here lately. But even if you think about it, the sins you committed won't go away, they won't be forgiven, and you can't do what you didn't. The redemption she could do, then, was as limited as she could think of.
Pride thinks about how to say it to Val, who is not in the mood to help while sitting down for a while. Vest is a good man, so I assured him that I would be fine. It seems like I fooled the two of them into being awkward right now.
But while he was doing so, Val was causing the pride to solidify and silence him like a figurine. All she does is wrinkle between her eyebrows, making me want to carve a wrinkle between those double eyebrows. I was distracted when I said alcohol, but it's not in my hand right now. I wish I hadn't gotten the job now, but I wasn't even willing to throw it out. In fact, Val also thought I'd say no to "that's it" a few times already. But every time it's just my head.
'Cause it's my fault after all.'
It was a word of pride, which I let go when I threw a request at myself.
Val was disgusted early on with the pride of only talking about pointing a blade at himself instead of aiming at him all the time. Temehe was being manipulated, and if he was responsible, the Crown Prince would have let him take it. There were a bunch of things I wanted to say, but I don't feel like talking about it. However, if I could remove even one element from her that uttered the word "because of me," I would not have chosen the means. So much for Val, the word of pride self-blame was offensive.
Think, staring silently at pride with a giddy and sharp eye. I wonder how much impotence the hell passes into a pride so depressingly possessed of self-blame.
I was even allowed all permission once. I wonder if I could just put on some hell of an order and make it come true for Pride and get her ready. But I don't think she has more than that to free herself from all orders. First of all, I thought I'd tell you to let me take the night away, but now she's seriously going to shake her neck vertically and I can't say the opposite. Her self-blame is so sharply poked at her as to be "weak". I also think I would be the one less convinced than anyone where I used it to get her.
... you can cry and run away if you can't do it anymore.
I think too much with my missing head, and I even wish for that.
I think it's funny, painful, and beautiful to carry the blame as it is, but still work as the First Princess. But I also want to tell you to have an easier way of life. For example, the First Princess was responsible for the revolt, and one of the choices was to throw her away to a country where no one knew about her.
When I thought about it so much, I remember another word that was released from her when I received this request one month after another. What if I give Tiara the throne and she is to be expelled from the country?
"As much as I thought I'd lose my identity with Val and the others instead of dying."
When I first heard it, I doubted my ears.
I didn't expect the story to steam back there more than two years ago. Most importantly, I was surprised that I was remembered.
Val himself never forgot about that night. But I didn't expect anything from the beginning that Pride remembered or even more serious. Because even if she didn't remember, she was going to do it on her own.
... I took that night seriously.
Once, I was turned down. "I'll try harder," in simple terms.
I didn't expect to be given back from pride in just a few years the words I was going to steam back if I was still alive even in a few decades.
Besides, after taking Val's word for it, she was naturally going to get on with the story. I was even a little angry that Pride stole the dialogue I should have said, but the fever was superior from neck to face, regardless of anger. I immediately grabbed an eagle in my face and leaned down, but my hands were stretched and it was the limit by trying not to think.
She meant it, and the fact that she thought it was "good to live with herself" was too shaky enough. I had no idea at the time that I would be returned with a hundredfold of the words I had unleashed with the intention of shaking my pride. Besides, every word Pride spoke afterwards sounded like a mere little trip with no color or anything, but I was also confused by myself when I listened to him and thought, "Still not bad."
No matter how far you take your pride, the Styles and Arthurs will definitely follow. But it was definitely a good advantage if you think you can take your pride away from the current "fiancée candidate". At least my pride won't be taken away by the nosy royalty I hate.
If I recall a word from Pride a month ago, that's all the sound of my heart rings my ears in vain.
That night, I left without even hearing back from Pride, who I said no to once, and a month ago, he hasn't responded to Pride, who declared that he was thinking of falling apart and coming with me. And we never even mentioned that to each other.
…………
Pride, who was in figurine condition, raised his face as he began to think about that.
Turn your eyes to notice Val's gaze and repeat the blink a few times. At some point, I lost my acumen, and I wonder what happened to Pride.
Tilt his neck and wait silently for Val to react but nothing returns from him. I saw pride with my cheekstick on. My eyes were sewn on her thinking that I should say the words now.
A few thoughts came together before Val. Pride gently reaches out to him. Suddenly it cramped slightly between the brows, Val, but it didn't move any further. Awareness turns to that side of what Pride intends to do, silently shifting her gaze to her right hand.
Pride put his hand over Val's head without hesitation as it was. Even though it had not been a week since he danced, he remained rough with his usual strong hair texture, putting his hands down to crush his hair, tingling and hardening, stroking it in the flow of his hair.
I suddenly wonder if I was comfortable with Val, who makes his eyes look like plates without being able to read and solidify his intentions. But his hands didn't stop. Pride threw as he whispered.
"... thanks. I really appreciate it.
No matter how much I think back, I think Val has helped me many times if I realize it. And not once have I been able to take another step forward thanks to Val's help.
How you can communicate your feelings to him other than the words of an apology like that and the result of Pride figuring it out. All she could give back to Val now was to give him back what she was glad to receive as it were.
If I stroked my head from the top like Val had ever done to me, the reaction would have been thin. I wonder if it was a shock to him that he was treated like a child to himself with his eyes rounded. If I continued to "want to return what I was glad I did" to solve the misunderstanding, Val's thought stopped once with rigidity.
Immediately afterwards, only thoughts torrented to erupt, but the first thing I thought was, "Do you know and incite or cancer?" I just tried to blame the sound of my heart. I think this attack is just harassment.
Move your heavy mouth and return it from yourself to her words as well. The moment I tried to mouth it, my heart sounded amazingly slow, even though it should have started ringing fast.
Reach out the other hand than the one with the cheek wand and gently touch the pride hand stroking his head slowly from his fingertips, making sure he is allowed to grasp it. I grabbed her fingers wrapped thin and white, and stabbed only my gaze at her.
"Then order more....... remain the greed of Temehe.
I want to be commanded. I want to be wanted. I don't mind you swinging it around.
I think so only for pride, which is nothing else.
I want to help her if she wants to be queen and keeps wishing to devote herself to her country and people. And if you want to throw everything away and be free,... then.
Bokoua
Unexpectedly, the sunlight shined on Val and Pride with the dull sound of debris.
Narrowing their eyes to sudden sunlight than sound, Pride and Val took their hands off each other and covered their faces and eyes from the light. Normal sunlight, but too dazzling for them who had been in the dark for a long time. Vest, who had refrained behind the two of them, thought it was time, but at once he showered a ton of light, his vision grew white and dazzled. "Did you fall out," he muttered, then meditated his eyes for a while until he got used to the light once.