"Pride."
Looking back, Style, who instantly moved the book, was staring at me with a serious look.
Ask her what's going on and then turn back to Style and she'll turn away from me once she's mouthed. "The…" he zeroed, turning back only for a moment to the clock in the room.
"... As usual, we gave away pride birthday celebrations. But correctly, it's not your birthday yet.
All of a sudden, I can see my own eyes getting round the style telling me to change.
Yeah, well, Tiara also looked decent if she felt her gaze and turned around while giving it back. Arthur, who lines up beside him, looks at this one by putting his strength on his face to pull and tie his lips hard.
"So... I still think it's disrespectful, but I have one favor to ask of you.
Please?
It's always unusual for me to be a reluctant style about myself.
If I nodded and gave it back in one word, I laughed once, "Thank you," and then my face tightened again. I squeal my throat and see a glimmer of sweat dripping down my cheeks lit by the little lights. As it is, his story gradually quickens as if something is hurrying him.
"With regard to the recent recapture battle.... Pride was also rewarded by the Kingsguard Knights, Knights and Val who contributed. But, whoa, I... got it, I'm not here.
Tiara and Jilbelle, too, but the smaller, zero style turns her voice only for a moment.
The pitch-black eyes directed straight at me rocked like an earthquake, biting his lower lip again before he continued.
"Me, too,... I think I fought well in this recapture fight...! I have the pride of contributing to getting you back……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… But......
I don't move with my mouth open to the style that clogs my words over and over and spins me hard.
Style's, you're right.
I didn't count them without realizing that they were royal because they were castle officials.
Neither Style nor Tiara nor Chancellor Gilbert had the idea that they were on the side of being rewarded. All three of them felt very hard for me and still helped me. Stile and Chancellor Gilbert have felt terrible before the recapture war because of me.
I'm ashamed of myself for not counting myself as someone to thank because I'm inside. Instead, he was the one who suffered the most, and he deserved a lot of thanks and apologies.
I'm sorry, that's when I panicked and tried to tell Style in front of me.
"Ho, give me a reward... please..."
A squeezing voice was released.
Instead of distracting herself unbearably, she meditates and is put into trembling with her fists of both hands unloaded, her shoulders rising, and she is stretched hard. Leaving him in a leaning mood, his glasses slipped away because of the force in the center of his face.
"Do the Kingsguard... as I gave Val! Just one thing to your pride, please give me permission......! Just one, just now, please………………………………"
... I felt like the first time a style that I'd ever had was sweet to me.
My chest is now warmer and warmer than reflection on my shallowness.
Then Stayle squeezed her lips so she couldn't say any more and waited for my reply. You don't have to brighten the room. I can see he's bright red right now. I'm so ashamed of you, and I'm glad you still put it into words.
He gently reaches for his hair with his eyes closed and strokes only the surface of his thin, saggy dark hair.
"Of course. I'm sorry I'm late. I'll give you something if it's a style.
You suffer so much,... you keep suffering and still end up being the style that held me back.
That's what I think, stroking his hair out of the swirl again. Style, who listened to my words, opens his eyes like a plate and turns them into a stunning color.
If I only responded with a smile to it, his face distorted about to cry for just a moment and swallowed something. "Thank you......" Style gave me back quickly, with a trembling hand
"... because I can't undo it anymore.
tangled my hand and shook it.
Hands opposite you were stroking his hair, suddenly.
Unexpectedly, his hand stroking his hair also stopped, and he came down patsy.
If you look me in the eye, your fingers are tangled and your gripping hands are firmly connected to the steer, and you're caught. That hand that trembled still keeps catching my hand willingly.
I wonder what happened, if I looked up at the style standing close to me from my connected hand, I would only have my neck pointed in a direction that wasn't me. If I turn my eyes to follow his gaze too, now Arthur is walking straight over here to meet Steele's gaze.
To Arthur, who comes forward with a serious look, Tiara begins to move her eyes round and only slightly through the standing position without saying anything.
Even Arthur, and I tried to ask him what his intentions were, coincided with his words along the way.
"Dear Pride, today is the twelfth day.... reward, I'll take it too.
Gillah, and Arthur's serious eyes glow blue and white.
..................... Huh? Oh, my God.
From Arthur approaching on an early walk, he is reflexively escaped by being let loose to his hegemony. He tries to back off with a glimpse of his eyes, but he can sew it up on his left hand, which is firmly caught by the style. I can't escape.
Reward.
I remember that properly, too.
When I heard the reward I wanted from the Kingsguard knight about two weeks ago, only Arthur hoped to fall behind "in twelve days". And if you ask me, today is just that twelfth day. But why all of a sudden at this time?
Originally, Arthur, who was not very far apart either, immediately lines up with Steele and stops in front of me. I don't know what to do, I'm just so scared right now.
I can hear Tiara whispering "Dear Brother… Arthur…………" with a confusing colour. I'm not sure, but help me.
I trust the two of them above all else, and although my head knows there's no way they're going to be killed or violent here, the crisis aversion instinct in me is setting off an alarm. I'm also scared of boulders if I get stuck in the dim lights of the late night by men who are taller and stronger than I am. Besides, the left hand remains firmly caught on the steer. If it was television from a previous life, it would be a scene entirely just before the murder.
I don't know what you're going to do, but I can only be sure that if I don't dare scream here, the guard in front of the room will mistake me.
Style frowned, staring at me from across the black edge glasses with a stretched face, and Arthur lining up next to me were also as serious a look as they were at the award ceremony. The shades of tension faded until earlier, and now he had a beautiful complexion, like he was already ready. Instead, now I feel the stiles stain my face harder.
I didn't know what the intent was, and if I looked back at the two alternately over and over again blinking, this time I touched my right hand and caught it as if Arthur was slowly holding even valuables.
Arthur's hands, much bigger and firmer than mine, are so warm, and thanks only to you, I can relieve a little tension in my shoulders. Arthur, who gently gripped his four fingers from the side, rang his throat there only once.... On second thought, I notice that both hands were captured by the two of them as a result.
I can't get away with it more and more. Tension broke back on that fact, and now my hands are shaking. I look up at them just with my eyes as I manage to keep them grinning with a strong face.
"Um... this...?
"Me and Style will reward you.... such an accident, I'm sorry.
"Uh... what the hell is that..."
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt.
I don't know what to do, I can't grab it at all.
How can you not be clear? It's just that I'm finally shivering to my knees because of the pressure from the style and the extraordinary hegemony from Arthur.
About, the force slipped out weirdly, and if I fluttered to the side, my shoulder hit the bookshelf. Shortly after the slightly dull noise with Don, they supported me with the opposite hand, making sure the two of them panicked just a little.
So they noticed my knee was trembling, and my hand held tight and made me reposition so that I could keep my back on the bookshelf. I can manage to get up even if my knee laughs a little. But he's not going to miss me after all.
"I'm sorry, because I'll finish it as soon as I can.
Arthur lowered his head to me a little sorry this time.
"Right, we don't have time," the style returns briefly, as he continues to respond. It sounds so scary that every other word of them sounds like a dialogue before they kill.
First, Arthur moves big.
I knelt on the spot without sound from the position I had just been in. Vision opened and the clock on his rear wall represented him. Arthur, who dropped his hips until he could see the long silver-haired knot bracketed over his head, still wouldn't let go of me.
And as I respond to him, so does Stile.
It hasn't gotten as small as Arthur's, but has rather packed my distance one step further. Straight to the front of my face, I get a taller style neck than I do. If I looked up, I was squeezing my trembling lips as the style rocked behind my open eyes. I'm so nervous, I know.... Yet.
"I'll tell you first, Pride.
Only a suppressed voice sounds as low as you've decided to be ready.
Only his pitch-black eyes were honest as he desperately tried to calm down.
Shifting his gaze, Arthur looked up at this one with one knee on his back, his clear pale eyes pointing straight at the style. This one has a genuine calm look and eyes. The only temperature that takes my hand is like sunlight. Now it's hot.
Then, you couldn't have missed my eye in the middle of the conversation, the gripping power of the style tangled with my fingers only slightly strengthened. If you notice and try to get your gaze back, your hand will draw you much further to him before you do.
"Please don't speak up. Because the guards outside will notice.
That, right after.
The two moved at the same time before I understood the meaning of the word.
A thinly lit stile at the tip of the gaze I looked up turns my fingers against each other so that I can return my hand I pulled in. The moment my head felt swallowed that it wasn't painful, a pleasant contradiction to the extent of stretching.
An open lip touched my wrist that was peeled out.
"Ewww."
Breathtaking, and more than that, I hold my breath.
I watched and suspected, but definitely the style is dropping a mouthful on my wrist.
Besides, it's not like it hits lightly. My small open lips pinch my wrist securely, even without my teeth standing, and are contained in my mouth. The warmth of stiffness and humidity and the soft sensation of the tongue sometimes crept and stretched from fingertip to shoulder.... and it's not just the left hand that feels like it.
"~ ~ Eh......
My voice is about to come out.
Tie your lips without even being able to hold your mouth down because of the captured hand, and still bite without being enough.
With each neck trembling in cuckoos and small pieces, turn your gaze diagonally downwards.
I checked the identity of another sensation given at the same time as the style, and the moment I saw it, my heart bounced up as if it were going to explode badly.
At the end of his gaze, even Arthur still drops his mouth on my wrist.
A mouth as wide as I could think of, almost clasped my wrist. The range was so wide that I was under the illusion that I was being eaten, and... the warmth, the softness, the feeling of coming at me, everything was more than double.
This one doesn't hurt either. However, even the part of the mouth that was perfectly covered with heat became even hotter. Because of the deep rubbing, the feeling of the tongue was clearer than the style, screaming at the creature-like feeling when it rubbed more inadvertently than the rubbing.
Why are you two here, and why are you here? When the doubt goes around, he goes around in his head, gets down, goes around again and rocks his brain to the core. I'm embarrassed that my heart sounds really annoying already and it's going to sound like both of us.
─ "Pledge of Desire."
It was definitely an oath.
At the end of his gaze, Arthur continued to clasp my wrist with his eyes quietly closed, looking like a silver beast from above. Very beautiful and very bad for the heart. I can really eat.
If you meditated on your eyes unbearably, it was as if you had foreseen it. Now the style gave you a new feel.
Slowly releases his lips so that he can see their shape as his skin is pulled thinly. If I looked up to the relief of the unintentional strike and whether it was over, … the second mouthpiece was immediately dropped from another angle again. Lips also felt touched and skin that embraced brand new plumping and warmth stretched to the tip of my finger.
Unexpectedly confused by the fact that there was a second time, in the meantime, the style repeatedly mouthed again and again at another angle, letting go of the soft sucker.
Left thin open, the pitch-black eyes dropped on my wrist alone look suspiciously glowing and even luscious than at night. It's as if you're "painting something" over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. Even though I'm dying one more time, it's too bad for my heart many times, and that's all I can hear anymore from the inside. It's annoying, it's buggy, my chest is bitter, and I even think about what the hell kind of torture it would be.
And when the style just finished dropping its mouthfeel to about half the range of the wrist, now it's attacked by the feel from the right hand.
A wrist wrapped as if to taste slowly frees him from his mouth and exposes him to the outside air of a cold night. The warm cut wrist cooled all at once and my shoulders freaked up and down unexpectedly.
Arthur repositions his own neck while holding my wrist orientation in place. Earlier, Arthur, who was in a position to hold his back from the top of his hand, now clasped my wrist again with a big mouth so that he could wear it from the bottom.
Now I just saw the moment he covered my wrist with that mouth, and the more I glare, the more heat I get.
Besides, I could see Arthur's face more clearly than just now because of the angle from below. He won't be able to see because he's closed his eyes since he dropped his mouth, but naturally because I've opened up the other way around.
Seeing the moment my wrist gets stuck in his mouth without any slight dust hesitation, and pinched in his lips, I don't even know how to breathe, rather than stop breathing.
The part of his mouth that he couldn't sneak into just now gets incredibly heated by being warmed up in his mouth directly from the front. Because the mouth was loud at one time, I feel the part twitching twice in a row with his heat and humidity.
The feeling of his tongue did not rub that far this time because he was rubbed from the bottom, but now every single piece of his neat white teeth caressed his skin softly and scratched it. It's amazing how your teeth also slipped because of the moisture, or the fact that it's in your mouth more than just now, although it doesn't feel bitten. If I get eyes on Arthur here, I'm seriously going to die of shame.
I'm embarrassed to see myself looking down or up no more and looking absolutely pitiful, eventually turning my face to the front and pushing my back of my head against the bookshelf.
Gyu, and his eyes instantly meditate with all their strength, eating and tying his teeth in his closed mouth. I don't see it, I don't show it, I don't think about it, I don't know why, I don't know what I'm fighting, I just wait for time to pass.
But when you close your eyes, you become unnecessarily hypersensitive to other transmission information, and you can hear slight noises from the left hand side when your lips leave again and again, and even the perfume of the style smells clearer than usual, and from the right hand side, you feel so clearly that the temperature and tooth contours and moisture in Arthur's mouth come to your eyes, and more than half of your five senses are taken by both of you.
In terms of time, I guess I really didn't have five minutes, but in terms of my physical senses alone, five hours was loosely exceeded. I thought many times that I would die of asphyxiation or a heart attack.
The style also slowly braces at least a double digit mouthfeel so that it fits the wrist Arthur was slowly clamping away from his mouth. They both literally left a "vow" on all of my wrists with no room for extra.
Though I didn't even leave a mark thinking about tomorrow's dress, it feels like I've been carefully timed for that.
I still didn't have the courage to open my eyes after the two of them let go of my lips, and I couldn't open them with my lids closed hard with my face to the front. I didn't say anything while I was holding my hand. It was just the two of us, but after a few decades or so, he called me "Pride" and "Dear Pride" in turn with a whispering voice.
Embarrassed. Really embarrassed and embarrassed, I don't know what face to look like or where to turn when I open my eyes. Keep meditating and even putting your strength into the muscles of your face, and you can't speak from your squeezed lips.
Then again, after a while, Arthur's voice was hung to explore with a much more fallen sound this time than just now.
"............... angry, do you?
No, it's not.
Yet I shook Arthur's voice to the hand of Style, who took my hand to the skin, so I shook my neck left and right in a hurry.
I'm not mad at you.
It's just, it's just really embarrassing.
I don't know why the two of you swore more to me than to "desire" is a meaningful place, and I can't even afford to even think about the hypothesis anymore as to why you wanted it as a reward.
Unlike feet, hair and lips, it's not embarrassing at all, but it's very embarrassing.
His breath is rough because he held his breath many times even after he was released from them. I don't know what kind of face to put on in this condition, I'm absolutely frivolous enough to know even in the dim if I pull out my powers, and I'm only confident that if I open my eyes, the tension will be lifted and my eyes will tear.
I'm really, really glad it's dim. If I hadn't, I would have definitely found out my face was bright red.
The more I think about that, the less I can say.
I didn't want anyone to see such a mess of thought and face and pity. I want to fill the hole already.
But the two of them have been silent ever since, waiting for my reply, and now the guilt is heavier.
I still don't even know what the two of you meant to swear at me, but it's as if you're blaming them for this.
Really, I gave both of you a reward and permission. I'll forgive you for anything you say to Stayle. I even made a statement, and it's too harsh to stop saying anything here. There's no way you two could have bothered to swear for selfish reasons. If this were for me, this would definitely hurt my reaction.
Face to the point of pulling your jaw, consciously forcing your mouth to move.
Even though it's my own mouth, it's hard and heavy as if after it's been applied and hardened with bond, and if I utter words with a trembling throat, I'm thin and trembling.
"... eh... just a little, embarrassing..................... rude attitude, sorry......
If I let the sound weaker than the rain sound go with my sight closed, the sound of exhaling for both of us reached my ears shortly afterwards.
I knew he was making me worry that I was angry. It sounded small and "good" from either side and I felt the air softer than it had just been.
The silence sounds like tinnitus, and I'm sure it's killing my breath to Tiara. It's quiet on top of this, and I'm worried that this will even sound like Tiara to the roughness of my breath and the sound of my heart.
Slowly lowered to the same position as Arthur, with his left hand, which had been lifted until earlier, still feeling grabbed by the style.
When we could afford to think about it in the corner of our heads, we'd be called "Pride" again and now Style.
If you don't have a voice and you can't open your eyes, and you just give it back by shaking the hand taken by them, the style will keep the words going again softly.
"First and foremost, I apologize for suddenly doing this. This is an oath to you that I and Arthur decided to make.... I'm sure you won't shake your head vertically if you talk.
Mixed with sad colors to sink into softness from halfway through the words.
I figured you two were making up your mind, but the words still swallow.
However, for whatever reason, I would have realized that I would shy away from being told what to say about desire. "Certificates" and "vows" are never a game or a joke. Especially if it's an oath, the weight is out of step. Even the royal style and the knight Arthur naturally know that.
"But I really wanted to swear here.... to never let anything like this happen again. And I wanted you to know that we're ready again.
Style's words were serious every sound, and I knew immediately what was going on like this one... without having to ask.
Open your hard, closed eyes slowly. If the dim world was blurry and unnecessarily hard to see, and still the outlines were a little clearer, the two people who took my hand were there.
Style, who was looking up at me on one knee just like Arthur, loosened his face as soon as his eyes met. Arthur also visibly pulled out the strength of his stretched shoulders,... wondering again how much I suffered then the two so gentle.
How cheaply I stomped on the feelings of the people I cared about when I fell mad. What terrible words I put in my hands to them for trying to help me over and over again. Kill me, you want to kill me, you hate me,... I can't count anymore.
"... Dear Pride. We'll never leave you again. No matter how you change, most people will protect you in the true sense that we are after you.
Breathe into Arthur's open voice.
The unmistakable voice was offered with a stronger eye than the blade.
In this one case, his words were definitely believed when he stood up to me more upright than anyone else and stopped me over and over again. If I noticed, I could lose my strength from the muscles on my face, which I had so dropped to the center, and my eyes were normally open. But still, only my mouth doesn't open well.
I can't say anything. Arthur spins the words that go on without hesitation.
"We" want "you now that we have sworn on this occasion. We want you now, no matter how you change from here on out.... This is what I just swore to you, we're ready.
The eyes with the colour of the will itself are as clear as envy.
Aligned with the serious eye of the style lining up next door, I can't deviate from either. I was stitched up by both of them so much that I wanted to regret opening my eyes.
Arthur's words pierce his heart to tear it to a halt to the sound. As soon as I understood correctly the meaning of the oath they swore to me, I was thirsty and convulsed. The back of my eyes twitched and fevered, and I swallowed through my mouth over and over again what seemed to swallow up.
'We'll stop again...! If anything happens…… again and again……… I will stop……………………………'
"We're here, we'll spend the rest of our lives protecting..."
What the two of you swore me was exactly what you said then.
No matter how crazy I fall again now, no matter how much I've changed, the two of you will always look at me. No matter how far you fall, fall, fall, sink and lose sight of me to your fingertips, you will always look for me and find me. Whether I'm real or fake right now, they definitely pick me.... now that you've chosen me. They made such a mistake, pitifully weak me. They greeted me, they wanted me. And...
"By my side, I'm here. No matter what happens to you, no matter where you go, no matter who you choose, no matter who you leave the country, no matter who you lose your position or power.... we will always crave and desire you.
Style's words are spun to bite.
"I am delighted by the word" beside ".
If I held my breath to suppress anything that seemed to spill into my emotions again, my face was stretched out. I hide my face by turning away from it when both of you are holding my hand and I can't even hide my face, and it's a shameless face. I can't show this face to the two of you who are kneeling at my feet.
But to my reaction, there was another confusion from the two of us. Pride, ever since you called me Lord Pride, I finally realize I've done it again. It's like if you turn your face away from what you're saying now, you're rejecting it. That's not true. The feelings between us, the vows, even though I'm so happy that I really want to cry now.
If I opened my mouth, the thread was going to really cut off, and instead I shook back two hands full of strength from me again. Two hands stronger than me grabbed it back gently if I held it strong enough to think it might hurt.
Arthur calls me in a calm, low voice, and he draws his hand small.
"... face, let me see. If you'll forgive me, I'd like to swear to you from the front again.
Pity, poorly dressed, embarrassed, unable to show. A line of emotions fills his head so as to override the words of gentle Arthur.
Hurt so many people, suffer and annoy them, and on top of that, ask the two of them to still be so kind, even give them their vows. But I can't give it back to you two. I just want to thank you and apologize. I don't like myself.
Still, he turns his face again so as to flatter the two gentlemen.
As soon as I turned my eyes, I couldn't stand it anymore and distorted myself to the front of me crying so much that I could see my face myself. I'm sure my eyes are too red and my face is wrinkled and terribly scrupulous everywhere. Still, instead of worrying about the look on the two of you looking up at me, he was smiling really happy.
Strong stretched my hands are held back to wrap each. And slowly opens its mouth out without even a signal with each other's eyes.
"Pride. I want you to be clean now. Even if you're not my assistant, I'll keep wanting to be beside you.
"Dear Pride. I crave you now, stronger and weaker than anyone. You can lose everything. I will continue to hope to be your knight.
I can't stand it anymore.
Happy, vision seeps into a bitter sense of well-being.
On the verge of blurring and blinding nothing, it caught my eye that the two of them would drop their mouths on my wrist again at the same time.
The two soft sensations were very gentle after all, and softly touched. I don't even know if that's lips apart or still touching them. I'm surrounded by the same relief that drowned me when I was on the tower.
I'm thirsty, cramped, and all I can hear is a jammed sound. I can't even wipe the tears all over me, and I expose my messy face in front of both of them. It was finally just that I was already standing.
"He wants me now, he finds me.
I'm pathetic and weak for a terrible sin, but I have enough "value" for you to want until you both leave your vows.
I am filled with the same relief that I had when I was given a hug on the tower. And I'm sure it reminds me of this many times and beyond.
Really, I already thought so, no matter what happened. He swore to me that even if I lost everything, I would definitely be beside him. He promised me that he wouldn't leave me alone, abandoned or bounced by everything in the world.
My body trembled to the back of my core, and my mouth didn't even say a word of tears. It is unnecessarily painful because it cramps when my throat cracks to tingle.
I meditate hard on my eyes and open them again, but the tears that kept flowing just wet my face.
Kachiri, and.
... I heard the needle clearly.
In the meantime, the two voices were gently released again.
Pride, I was called with the same gentle voice color as Lord Pride just now, and that just makes me choke extra up and bitter.
The two voices clearly joined each other in a world where vision was seeping and blocking, whether closed or open.
Happy Birthday.
To that word, I collapse from a rattlesnake and trembling knee.
I'm sure I haven't had such a happy and crying birthday in my life. It's impossible to look all over the world for such a happy birthday present.
I can put my strength into it, shaking my hands held by the two of us. The temperatures between the two of them, who held me in opposite hands, were much warmer than mine.
The two of you pinch me, wrap me up, and whimper me. You speak to me the same way you always do.
"Because we've already left our vows. Just like Jilbel and Val, please don't ever forgive me for this wrist, my testimony or my vows again.
"Both with topcoated n.... It's our only vow now.
Yeah, yeah, and while I gave it back, I felt like my wrist, which I never should have cared about, had been washed with wonder.
The two voices are stronger than anything, if they are hard of will. Let's do that as words go, I sincerely thought it did.
My heart is buried in a much deeper and gentler vow than the marks left by Adam.
─ "I swear with my mouth to your wrist. If you want Pride Royal Ivy for life and keep wanting it '
─ 'Won't you swear with me? You're the right and I'm the left. With the sword and the shield, every trace of Adam, I want to undo that man's mistake.
─ 'If it's Dozo Yan, it's a perfect birthday boundary. I'm not giving up on that.'
─ 'Eighteen of the toughest, and nineteen that he thought was a "future without." At the end of the day and at the beginning, we'll both stay by our side.... That guy is strong, but because he's weak'
First nineteen years old.
Here I go.