"I won't stop, but I'll be the only one to make fun of you."
“Don't worry, I'm always serious.”
That's not what I meant.
The Guardian Knights, who were smiling bitterly at their appearance, also spoke silently with their eyes alone.
Steyl's words, "Seriously," prepared each of them to enter the main body from now on. I will give up on the fact that the day will come when I will be pinned down.
Hahaha... and the first to make a withered smile was Alan. Having postponed the most troubling thing of all, he reduces the jock by half at once. Phew, I dared to exhale a bright breath and then wipe my mouth, switching topics.
"That's right, there's something that bothers me." Arthur, Eric, can I ask you a question, Mr. Stale? ”
Yes, what is it? Go ahead and turn the column to Alan with every face as the three answer. After getting everyone's attention and saying, "No, it's not a big deal," Alan asks them questions after school.
"That embroidery that Pride-sama said he did." What's going on? I was strangely curious.
I was perfectly good at it. The column nodded, recalling Alan's words, "Sure."
Embroidery of Pride. What they saw was when Pride was unveiled with Jill Vale, pushed by Tiara, who seemed too embarrassed to notice Alan and Column. As far as Gilbert, he was more aware of the embroidery and the look of the stele from the front, but Alan and Column only peered into the back of the stele to see the embroidery of pride.
In response to Alan's question, the faces of the steirs turned red and blue as if they were suddenly drinking. They didn't have to look at each other until they didn't make a sound with their faces tense. At that time, it was they who depressed me without pride until I returned to the castle.
After a moment of silence, Erik raised his hand small to confess as a representative. Alan and Column tilted their necks as they whispered, “I am.”
"I'm really sorry for what I did..."
Having spoken as carefully as if he really confessed in his criminal record, Eric began to explain with a white face that contradicted that of Steyl and Arthur.
The fact that Pride unveiled the embroidery. That was good, but I said I wanted to give my mother a cookie in return. And Eric explained calmly as he could that he had been discouraged by turning it down with all his might, while the more he spoke, the more pale his complexion became.
"So, it's my fault." For whatever reason, I've let Pride-sama's feelings go unhindered... "
"No! I'm also guilty of the same crime, so... I wonder if Vice-Captain Eric refrained from doing so...!"
"That's right, we are also guilty of the same crime... I'm rather sorry that it was difficult for my sister to say no." I should have said that I shouldn't have given it to Captain Erik instead of my mother..... "
"No! That's really good, so... it was really helpful that Master Stale and Arthur were on the same side..."
Arthur and Stale protest fiercely against Eric, who is about to take all the blame.
The two of them, who objected to the handkerchief gift for a different reason than Erik, were twitching and embarrassed later on. The two of them were always trying to keep their pride to themselves, but only then did they inadvertently speak out of their own greed.
Both Alan and Karam laughed bitterly at their feelings. Wow... I see... and I just muttered in my mouth, but I don't think each of them is impossible.
The embroidery of the First Princess is worth it. And the embroidery, though temporary, was engraved with the name of the princess,
─ I can't tell you... I didn't want Pride to have it...
─ I didn't want to give that embroidery to anyone...
It was Arthur and Steil.
It was as if the three of us had lined up in a row, and I was glad to see the fire coming out of my face.
If it is a school memorial, it is better to write the names of Amlet and Farnham siblings who were taking classes with only one word: "Jeanne". I chose it myself and showed it with a cheerful smile that seemed to make me happy.
There's no way I'm not happy. Her face was loosening, and she felt as strong as she wanted to be in a guts pose. She couldn't stop her palpitations no matter how deeply she breathed.
It's a pity that the two of you let go of your pride, but speaking of the true meaning of the deepest part of your chest, she wants you to hold on to it, rather than want you to want yourself to be shaped.
Rather, Alan and Column, who understood the feelings of both of them better than themselves, looked at each other after exhaling once on their shoulders. It was tough, half of the feeling of wanting to work for them and half the feeling of smiling.
Meanwhile, Erik, Stale, and Arthur were still trying their best to catch up on the sins that had depressed Pride.
At this rate, Alan thought that Stale might be up until morning, but he decided to prioritize his subordinates, who were already overwhelmed and could be tears in their eyes. "Ahh, that was a big deal," he said, letting out a loud, stretched voice, and turning his arm around Erik's shoulder in one hand with the unplugged bottle of wine.
"But it's okay, Eric." I wish you'd been happy. It's handmade by Pride-sama, isn't it? It's the first embroidery in my life, isn't it? Well, it seems like you shouldn't.
"It wasn't you who wanted to give Pride to me, it was my mother..."...... even though I might have been troubled if it had been addressed to me..... "
Haa...... and exhaling Erik, Alan poured a drink of dabadaba.
I don't blame Alan for suggesting that you drink it, but I don't blame Column for not interfering with my men now. I think it's more important to let Eric spit it out. Instead, he stood up and placed a glass of water next to Eric.
Cared for by the two captains, Eric continued to speak in a low voice, thanking them from the bottom of his heart.
"... or I wish I was my middle brother or my father."... if it's from Pride-sama, it's not too much. "
I can't give it to you..., Eric shakes his head to the side in a slow and large motion, and now Arthur and Stale also have doubts. I know that Eric wants it, but I hide my eyebrows to see what the line is.
And the column said, "Is there a problem? Encouraging him to speak easily, Eric re-cluttered the full jock and drooped his head, explaining why he had declined the pride.
It was embarrassing to make such a topic a knight senior, junior and prince. But now I feel more foolish.
"My mother and my youngest brother are used up until they're" worn out. "... it's very hard for me to believe that the First Princess's embroidery is getting worn out."
Oh...... and soon enough, everyone's lowly voice overflowed at the same time.
The rest of the words seemed to be heard in Eric's head without needing to speak.
If a gift is given by a person, it depends on the gift, but if you don't give it away, it will be broken into two types. It is either important to remember or to use. It's not a question of which is right or which is not, it's a totally personal value. Eric, his second brother, Roberto, and his father often struggle to keep gifts because they are important. And my youngest brother Keith and his mother were typical of the latter.
I only use it because the person I received it from is [happy].
As a family, Eric has been watching his mother unhesitatingly crush the gifts and gifts that his brothers have given him.
As a son, I never cared about the treatment of the gift. But from pride. Moreover, I couldn't bear to see my mother crush a handkerchief with embroidery that was important to Steyl and Arthur, and the first embroidery of the First Princess that everyone in this country admired.
It is a gift from the First Princess, and it is a valuable that cannot be decorated on the forehead.
It is used up until the thread is unraveled. It is used as a light dirt, and finally as a table wipe or rag. It is discarded without hesitation within a few years. I didn't want to end up with a product from Pride like that.
"Lieutenant Eric... I'm really worried about you..."
Unlike Eric, who was personally opposed to pride, Sail's posture lowers while sitting on Eric, who was responsible for her personal effects.
Until then, I understood that it was not about apologizing, but at the same time I felt like bowing my head badly. Finally, even Arthur took a seat with Gatan, and if he rushed to Eric to join Alan and “I'll pour myself”, he would put a half-diminished jock as soon as possible, and at the same time, he would wave back lightly.
"It's not like Master Stale or Arthur is going to apologize." I think you've done something that I'm rather sorry for. "
Eric, who dropped his eyebrows, remembers the pride that dropped on his shoulder.
I regretted many times that I could have said something more thoughtful, but Eric was doing his best.
Thanks, but I think Alan and Column are struggling with Eric laughing while tilting his glass at Arthur, who still pours alcohol. I realized that I could only lend my porch to the Pride, but I wasn't the kind of person who would be satisfied if she just took something.
"You've been busy a lot today, look." like Pride-sama has Ray. "
Alan throws his voice brightly to change the air.
Pouring alcohol into his own jock, he already knows a topic that makes Eric's reaction interesting enough to be distracted here. But I dared to put it in the center of the most authoritative staircase here.
Eric tilted his head slightly at Alan's words. I can't think of anything more than what happened today.
Steyl and Arthur looked at each other once. There have really been too many events today. Dating back to the deal between Leon and Nate, the embroidery incident, the fight between Rey and Dios... and the thought were about to arrive at the same time.
The whistle rang.
Huh?
Staggeringly, Sail's complexion suddenly changed into a tight one.
Rather than the sound of the chair, the Kingsguard instantly turned their faces to the unusual changes in the air of the stale that could not speak. Immediately after that, I took a deep breath in that serious expression.
"Hey, Steil, hey, wait a minute."
With a pale complexion, Stills suddenly rushed to Arthur's thighs, stretching his arms violently without saying anything.
Before I could say anything to Pride, Arthur moved away from the place in an instant. Too suddenly, the other Kingsguard couldn't afford to hold them off either. Without a word, only the uneasy certainty that Steyl took Arthur with him hit the water.
Something happened to Pride.
……
I need a doctor right now.
"What have you done!" no way.... "
"Report to His Majesty and His Highness the King..."
She was trembling and her breathing was shallow.
Immediately after the princess screamed, the guards and servants who were stranded outside the room called one after the other.
But she hasn't got her head in order yet. Though I think I have to say it, there are few parts I can understand.
In the meantime, the strength of her arms grew even stronger as soon as the whistle rang.
"Tiara: It's okay, Sail will be here soon!" Just talk to me slowly! "
The second princess, Tiara, nodded with tears in her voice.
Repeatedly whispering in a low voice, "Why", "I have to stop", "What should I do?", she reveals her emotions to her predicted future.
In the future where she had been swallowing until now, there were some people she could confess to and others she could rely on, and she didn't hesitate to ask for help. Beyond the end of the game, the twice-yearly predictions blossom again.
I'll find him...... I'll take him away from you twice...... ◆
To change the sight swallowed by the black flame.