"... so Val is going to infiltrate Pradesh with us next month."

Gubbit, his throat rattled uncommonly, and Stayle tilted the contents of the glass.

Alan's room.

After finishing the renovation the other day, his room remained clean and tidy. Alan was staying in another empty room until the recruits finished repairing, but he was finally able to return to a large room for the original captainship.

At the time of the temporary room, Alan was loaded in the room with little open while carrying his luggage, but now it is almost the same as the original arrangement in his room, neatly arranged. Only a large table, like a rebuyed counter, was glowing and emitting the scent of a new tree.

From unloading when he returned to the renovated room to paying off the table, the column undertook everything responsibly, so much so that he had the illusion that it was someone else's room when Stayle first saw it. The impression changes completely just because the placement is tidy together. Only the number of bottles was one of the few signs that it was Alan's room.

"Seriously...... No, I know why... but... you absolutely hated him."

Arthur, the first to hear the story from Style, is distracted with the column.

If you listen to the confession from Pride this afternoon, it's still understandable that you want to sneak Val to school as one of your escorts to Pride to find out who Jilbel is. However, there is no way for Val, who is too busy as a delivery person, to accept the system of "school" if it is not compatible with the system. However,... at the same time, Arthur and Column think it must have broken at the end because of the reason.

"At first, you were just kidding."

Yeah, yeah, and Alan and Eric nodded with half a laugh as they remembered about Stayle.

When Style told me, "Sister, I want you to infiltrate the school for about a month too," Val's fury and rejection were returning quickly. Alan and the others were beside him as Kingsguards of Pride, but this time he wasn't angry at Val's words and actions either. Ningro, I felt a little sympathy.

Ignoring Val's statement, which he categorically rejects, he did not know which one was the bad guy when he was pale enough to talk about "If he was originally hiding his face with a hood and a mouthcloth, no one would notice where he was rejuvenated there for a decade", "because he would stop tall at roughly eighteen" or "then a high place" at Stayle and Jilbale. Just kidding, the two of them heard Val's fury, yelling at him, took up five upper level experiential admission frames, including Cedric, and for that matter decided to vacate the boundaries of the common people and eliminate them. From Pride, he even went into arbitration with a blue face, "I hate him in person..."

But there, Stayle struck Val as the decision-maker after ordering him to stop.

"But I only had to talk about Adam's potential for survival. He knows the dangers of Adam and Tippett."

At the time, Val, severely injured by Tippett, is also distressed by its troubles. The same goes for Adam, who manipulated Pride.

Adam could be alive. But Pride doesn't try to stop infiltrating the school. And the Queen doesn't even know about this. If you say so, Val didn't have room for choice or anything.

Confirming her authenticity to Pride, she yelled, "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Val, who also had a lot of tongue pounding and poor shaking during subsequent meetings, nevertheless proceeded to talk in the direction of receiving an undercover request.

"School infiltration is only for your sister's infiltration period. Delivery work is done after the holidays and school. Arrange for" special abilities for visible rejuvenation "when necessary during this period. And just in case, Adam and Tippett have indefinite disrespect, captivity, and permission to attack from your sister. Classes do not have to be taken seriously during classified infiltration periods. I don't mind taking personal action. Naturally, at the end of the day, I also pay the reward. And... Sefek and Chemetho need to get involved"

"But the dorm was turned down," Style said at the end of the day, informing Slasla and Val about the deal he decided to make today.

Eric also remembered the exchange at the time in the story, nodding no doubt. Val's hopes all went through without even revealing who the infiltration and pride were in the school. Stayle and Jilbert were also going to make concessions to the extent that they would only be a deal to get him involved.

In Style's words, Arthur said, "Ah?" Raise your voice. I tilted my neck shaking a glass of booze.

"You don't get involved, does that mean we don't act together? We're both happy, aren't we?

"At least Val himself said," I don't need it. "... Well, I guess it's not a lie"

Val does not lie to the royalty in the covenant of servitude.

But now I don't think that Val wants to get involved just because those two are in the way. Neither does Style, nor Arthur. Whether it meant something else, or whether it had to do with three hidden things I had previously obtained permission from Pride, that Steele didn't even know.

No one here has any objection to Val infiltrating the campus to escort Pride. I have my own thoughts, but I could only be trusted in that if there was anything on Pride on campus as a common perception of all, he would surely be on her side. But it was also a little surprising to them that they wondered if Cefek and Chemetho, who would always be together, would also act together in that way.

"... well, isn't that a good opportunity? They have always been all three worlds. I think it's a good opportunity to engage with others."

The column gently enters between Arthur and Stayle, who tie their lips to each other in doubt.

To the column's opinion, Arthur and Style nodded at the same neck angle at the same time. Indeed, and. Both Chemeth and Sefek are divided in school by gender, and by age. And neither Pride nor ourselves are allowed to identify ourselves. If we reveal it, we will surely know who the two of us were involved in the annihilation four years ago, and even Jilbel's ability as Prime Minister.

"Oh, no, Stella's going to school?

"It's possible in the upper tier frame if you're in the early childhood department, but Jill Baer says he's not going to rush.

Sister Ning Lo said it was okay after your infiltration period, and the style that continued touched the black edge of the glasses lightly.

Stella, Jilbel's daughter, turns four this year. I am willing to admit my daughter to school even as Jill Bale. But I don't want to rush it. He is located in the upper echelons as Prime Minister, so he can always enroll his daughter.

"Stella would be happy to see Cefek and Chemetho... well, she's only three years old. There's no need to rush."

Unlike Val, the Sefeks are not temporarily enrolled.

In the meantime, Stella and I will be seeing each other at school some days, Steele thinks. Pride was worried Stella's enrollment would be delayed because of her own fault, but Jill Bale remained a soft look.

"By and large, Jill Bale would want to focus only on her daughter's enrollment in peace of mind if she also allowed her to enroll. Immediately after the negotiations with Val, he also spoke to his mother about improving school security and the Kingsguard knights."

I just don't think Style wants to keep Jill Bale, who's going to have a second baby, busy any longer.

I know that Jilbel is the demon of work, but I also know very well that he is a man who at the same time imposes.

He turned his eyes to Arthur, who asked Style's words, "Well, a Kingsguard knight..." and then told him everything left of the glass of booze. If you finish drinking and place the glass on the table with each right hand, Arthur pours another drink into that glass so that it flows. The column also glanced at how far the story had gone in a day, and at the style slightly forward from the seat and across the diagonal from the seat.

"First, I asked the Knights to send me, and for a while, I decided to have the Knights stationed at the school gate in preparation for the opening of the new institution. The Knights Commander will secretly send a temperature-sensitive special capability."

Naturally, there is a risk of confusion among students or infiltration from outside the school gate. However, as long as the temperature-sensitive special abilities reside nearby, they can be sent out whenever something happens. What matters is the presence of special abilities who can burn out tippets immediately. There's no way the style of hiding who you are can bring you in every single time on an instant move from the Knights.

Furthermore, if I continued to explain the Kingsguard knight, I swallowed not only Arthur and the column, but even Alan and Eric, who knew about it. "Because of this, your opinion," Steele asked them, pulling to the point of blood with nervousness, but returned it once in silence shortly after everyone could see it.

Everyone thinks it's not easy to say all that with a closed mouth like a sew. I popped out with Kenneth, Bryce, Norman and Roland so that I could squeeze them out once if I kept waiting for a while, but still couldn't tell the light bounce.

As for the style, I would have liked more of their opinions, but at the same time I give up immediately wondering if it was impossible. This one isn't in a hurry yet. "Anytime you need anything else," he refused, not imposing. Doing that doesn't make any sense. Besides, there's nothing we need to rush right now.

"Well.... so far is today's progress. … but"

Kang, and. Style gently slammed the bottom of the glass with liquor on the table like a toggle signal.

Style explained to the Kingsguard knights as soon as he came to Alan's room today what happened from last night's pride anomaly to tonight, but that's not the best part for him or them.

The style shining behind the black edge glasses had eyes sitting regardless of drunkenness. To Arthur, but to no one, to a being who isn't here, quietly lights the slaughter.

".................. Adam.

Spin your name hatefully, eat and bind your neat teeth.

That sound alone rocked a glass of water on each of them as well as the style.