"... both of you were really worried..."
Steyl and Arthur, who looked exhausted as if they had been running for miles, were weakened enough to fall with her.
I also thought that he might be angry with Jeanne for another reason than that he was really impossible because of the sharpness of the stiff air, but I can see that now is not the case.
Replying to Powell's words, the two gently rearranged their placement.
Arthur stands on the wind and becomes a wall so that she is not stirred by the wind. Stills sits down, staggering to avoid seeing her defenseless figure from her courtyard student.
I can't eat right next to her while she's asleep, so I can't just accidentally drop food spills on her face. That's why both Steyl and Arthur had already finished their meal.
Stale, who moved to the tip of her nose in pride, and Arthur, who was turning to the top of her head, sat down without a sound, taking care not to wake her up.
Looking at her sideways face, which seemed so comfortable, the inside of her chest struck with water.
"Jeanne has been making herself impossible for a long time."
Stale shook his head vertically, “Really,” to Arthur, who told him not to wake her up.
Her hair rolled sideways is tied up, so most of it is not entangled. Even so, Arthur gently scratched his fingertips at the length of hair that could not be clipped into the dumpling on the back of his head and pulled it out of his neck. In the meantime, her heart pulsed inadvertently when she, being fourteen years old, woke up to sleep on her young face.
Arthur himself didn't care so much about last night's pride. While she was away, she was at the Knights' Practice Range.
It was before I went to bed that I learned that my pride was a secret to everyone, and that I was suddenly going out with something that even two Kingsguard knights would be silenced.
The late return of Karam and Alan was unnoticed by another party.
Even in the meeting between the pride and Jilvert that I attended, the expression from Jilvert was shady to some extent, but it is only the expression on the face of handling the confidential information in the state that I have shown in the relationship with the pride. Even if I felt uncomfortable, it wasn't enough to catch me.
I was surprised to hear that she was going out and everyone was mouthing when the stale, who was clearly grumpy, appeared in a flash as she tried to roll over to bed. However, as a knight, I don't doubt the secret from such pride.
As soon as I said that, Stills was angry to say, "You're a Paladin now," but Arthur himself was not dissatisfied. The mere fact that that pride was hidden from Tiara and Stale was certainly a concern. But still, it's not about dissatisfaction.
... I hope we don't have to do this again.
It was just that she would hide herself on her own.
I think it's okay because Column and Alan were by my side, but I'm still worried. When she carried her own weight without our knowledge and was crushed, her chest was still ripped apart and the marks were still stark.
Her "fine" alone makes me doubt it, even if I want to believe it. Now, there is no time not to think that even if she thinks it is okay as it is at this time, she will not think it is accumulated in her body and mind.
At least last night, I want confirmation that she was really "okay" without even knowing what she was doing. I just wondered if it was just a confidential matter, or if it was something too hard to say.
Moreover, Alan and Karam, whom I met this morning, nodded that there was no danger to her, but there was a smile in their eyes that made them feel a little uncomfortable. It was difficult for Arthur to say that Alan and Karam were not completely confident in what they had said because their memories had been erased.
I deceived Arthur to reassure him that I couldn't tell him that my memory had been erased, but Arthur wouldn't fix it.
And Arthur didn't dare to talk to Steel, who was distracted by it.
Arthur knows best what happened to Steyl's pride, and that Arthur was depressed last night when he didn't confess that he wasn't able to take his assistant, himself.
Moreover, just last night, Regent Vest, whom he asks to teach, was probably also depressed by the fact that he had deposited Steil with Albert on official business with Queen Rosa. If my uncle and my pride are removed from the battle force at the same time, it is difficult to say that I don't care. It was unlikely that my uncle and my pride would be linked to the stone staircase that was coming out of the castle for the same reason.
As Arthur glanced at him, Stale's gaze turned sadly toward his pride.
Squeezing, distractingly, Steyl remembers last night as he brushed her glossy hair with his hands.
Since this morning, Pride's health has been more worrying and he can't help but think about how much trouble she has had overnight so that she can't hide her fatigue.
... you wanted me to call you.
Yes, I think so.
Last night, when I heard that she had rushed out the carriage, which didn't even show up for dinner, Tiara, of course, was a wolf to Stale.
I was still relieved because I brought the Kingsguard with me. But I kept waiting for her to signal me.
That's what it means not to call pride. I can't spear an errand where she dared to go alone. As I told myself so many times, I thought maybe I had just gone far enough away that I couldn't hear the finger whistle. I am aware that I am more sensitive to the sound of fingers and flutes than ordinary people for some reason, but I still have limitations. However, the fact that the whistle didn't go off meant that she wasn't in danger. The two Kingsguard knights were all right together. Even so, I was still waiting for Pride to call me "now or never".
She never relied on Steyl for help, and she kept her mouth shut about what happened.
Rather than wanting to know what happened yesterday, what she left the castle for, I want you to tell me.
The obvious concealment up to this point made me feel so hungry that I couldn't describe it myself. The only salvation was that the smile was clear except when she came back and said, "It's okay."
I just wanted to share that smile with you.
…………
Squeezing, she calms her mind as she combs her hair so as not to wake her up.
I think it's also a good thing she's resting now. I really wanted you to rest in the infirmary bed as soon as you arrived at school. However, for the sake of purpose, for the sake of friends, the character who always puts himself behind so as not to be rude in class has not yet healed.
Even when I talked to Nate a while ago, I even undertook to have a laugh with Nate to get her to rest in the classroom as soon as possible. Otherwise, she would definitely have talked to Nate until the pre-bell.
She shall always have no interchange with others for a minute or a second. I thought that the more important her presence, the more capacity she might skip to herself one day.
"...? I know..."
Stills' hands rose and fell violently from shoulder to shoulder as she giggled and muttered.
Inadvertently becoming obsessed, I forgot where to stop and passed my hair. Her heart jumped up both to her, who opened her eyes thinly, and to her, who muttered her real name.
I immediately stopped my hand from passing through my hair and thought about whether to apologize or keep silent about what happened. It is impossible for me to wake her up when I tell her to go to bed.
However, when pride falls asleep and opens his eyes at such a time, he often falls asleep again about turning around. If I thought that I would completely wake up by saying extra things, I would only hesitate to say an apology now.
I put my head on my lap.
Phew...... bye, Jeanne.
* sigh *...... She fell asleep like she was exhausted again soon after, and Stale couldn't raise her voice loudly.
The thin-eyed pride roughly placed her head on the lap of the stele she found at the end of her nose, and she fell asleep again. Too few seconds for Stale to escape.
It was better to be a pillow of pride than to struggle to take it spoilly or stand up on your lap and run away or avoid it.
Having calmed her head down much more comfortably than before, she won't move again. Still buried in Steyl's lap, he fell into a deep sleep without even letting out a breath.
Too suddenly, Arthur and Powell, who had been watching the whole thing, opened their mouths.
Until I said that there was a good pillow just beyond Pride's gaze, but she fell asleep too naturally. Powell matched his gaze to the stele to ask if he usually did this, but Steil immediately picked up the meaning and shook his head to the side. Arthur also knows that he is innocent when he comes to his side as a Kingsguard.
However, in fact, this is not the first time that Steyl has had a knee pillow for pride. I remember that there was a similar accident once before, and that it was not uncommon for Tiara and I to take a nap together in the garden when we were kids.
Completely immersed in sleep and exhaustion, I think it is part of her escape from the heat with a boiling head that may have stuck to her childhood senses.
If she thinks this is the second time that she has fallen asleep, I sincerely hope that she will not develop such a habit except for herself.
His face turned bright red and his glasses became white and cloudy, gradually turning white with his vision. I think I will die if my head works normally due to the feeling of ticking hair on my lap and the sweet weight and fragrance.
Late and crushing her lips with the back of her hand, she shouted in her chest that she could not move from this place for a lifetime. I didn't expect Arthur or Powell to see me like this, so I wanted to physically disappear immediately. But if at the same time it means letting go of the happiness of torture nowadays, there is no escape.
Rather than wiping his foggy glasses, Sail could not afford to take them off.
"Philip, don't move...?"
"Awwww... there's no way you can move..."
Arthur's lurking nail pushed the sound out of Sail.
You can't stand it just by holding your mouth down, and you'll bow down with one hand on your face. Arthur took off his glasses as he gently stretched his arm to at least open his vision as his lips held him back from shame and happiness. Place it gently on the grass next to it. Because I moved the pillow, I wiped off a few finely tangled pieces of pride hair again with my fingertips.
At first, Arthur was stunned by Pride's unexpected behavior, but as a result, he stroked his chest secretly because he could no longer afford to shade from Stale's expression.
On the contrary, I could see that Sail, who was gradually getting used to the weight and warmth of her head, was gradually biting her lips under the back of her hand. As soon as she noticed that her eyes were starting to swell a little, Arthur returned his glasses to him, which remained cloudy. I couldn't pat him on the back or on the shoulder as pride was on my head, but I told him it was good. Even without words, my skin feels that the grief in my partner is being solved unknowingly.
Now, even though he was asleep, there was a sign on his lap that he remained bound by absolute trust in his pride.
With that in mind, Arthur's face, which had been slightly sympathetic to the Stale who had been ambushed before, gradually became more and more loose. With a slightly wicked smile like a yawn and a steil, he poked his cheek stick and looked at the two of them directly next to each other. Even after returning her white glasses, Sail, who was still nailed to her pride, gradually lost track of how to breathe.
Sagging, the stale screams inside her chest as if she had applied it.
Why does this person do this only when he is depressed like that? Even though I'm so happy that I want to hold you like this, I'm so embarrassed that I want to close the room in a flash. After all, it was a mistake to mess with her hair. Rather, they deserve it.
If this were Arthur, I would have pushed two or three words with a smile, but I think I'd die if I did it now. When the thought started to boil again, a bright laughter blew out and made the thought play.
"Jeanne and Philip are really close." It's been that way for a long time, isn't it? "
As soon as he finished his lunch, Powell moved to the other side with his pride between his legs. I think that he and Jeanne, sleeping on their knees, are like brothers and sisters.
Powell's purity of a hundred words, and his presence reminded him a little of Stale's breath. "That's right," she said, returning her breath and placing her hands down on the lawn. Her chest was burning to the brightness of her sleeping face, which she was accustomed to seeing at the tip of her white sight.
"I'm an important person. It's just like a family, and... if it's for her sake, it's not a life-threatening thing."
There is no overstatement or momentum, just honest words that are purely natural in yourself are naturally overflowing from Steil's mouth.
Forgetting to sleep, I think this moment when you sleep on your own lap is more happy than anything. Without fear or hesitation, she washes her muddy heart into her own lap. I felt like she was just unconsciously asleep without knowing anything, and still said, "I need it." I was lonely because I was so relieved, and I finally realized like everybody else.
Even though there are important people in front of me, there are still a few ripples that make big waves. I still feel like I'm immature, but it's hard to let go.
Showing trust in yourself.
It was not long before Arthur, who would then be prideful, could afford it again.
……
"That's worrying, Jeanne. I wonder if you stayed up late."
It was a lunch break, and a female teacher returned it to the student while moving her hand in the cloakroom where she had left.
Originally, she was also located in the staff room, but she often stayed in the clothing room, which was her castle. Basically, she was there all the time while she was at school, dawning on embroidery and sewing, but now she was spending time with another female student. Nell, the instructor, was also happy to respond to her demonstrating her proactivity in sewing as a result of the remedial course.
Towards the end of the desk, a girl with walnut hair is twisting her neck through a handkerchief.
"I don't know. I just feel a little uncomfortable from a while ago." I made it a little harder after that to watch us study.... "
Amlet said that and frowned.
Like Steyl and Arthur, she was proud of her pride. But the first time, "Jeanne, a little face..." the teacher came in and blocked me, and the second time, "I'm a little tired...?" "I returned the question with a bitter smile.
As soon as it was a lunch break, Philip flew back in an incredible shape, and when he remembered Jack, he could have taken him to the infirmary from the second stage even if he couldn't. It was clear that they were also worried about Jeanne's health.
“So, this is it,” Jeanne said to Dr. Nell. It seems that she was really trying to come and give it to me herself, but after all, she wanted me to get some rest soon. "
I left it with you.
Amlet opened her notebook and handed the envelope between her hands. Nell opened her eyes wide to an unexpected deposit.
I took my hand off the needle and tilted my face slightly. Why at this timing? I don't remember receiving such a thing from Jeanne.
"The letter... to me?"
The common people's familiarity with the seal and its thinness was definitely a letter.
I know what to say, but I don't know the reason for sending it by letter. Just by receiving it, she couldn't be convinced. After releasing her hand attached to the opposite cloth, Nell flipped the envelope with both hands and confirmed the address and sender.
The address is definitely my own. However, Jeanne was not the sender of the same handwriting that was written in neat characters.
"Cleland...?"