"Damn, the red one over there is your cousin too, right?
When I turned my face to wonder if the red one meant me, the men's gaze focused on this one at once.
I think your face is redder than it was just now if you were too incandescent in your talk with Steele and Arthur. I'm happy because I was the only one who left him until just now, but unlike the style and Arthur I was talking to friendly, subtly they're all nervous in the face. I recall in the frontier of enlightenment that the evil face of Lasbos was already from this age. He looked at me with open eyes all the way to Style and Arthur staring at me as the boys gazed. No heart or tingling air tingles on the skin and the facial expression muscles hang.
In order to soothe the scene, this place shows them laughing with an appeal from people who are not scared, along with words that say yes.
"This is Jeanne, Philip and Jack's cousin. Nice to meet you."
When I introduce myself that incorporates the settings poorly, I'm going to dig a grave, so I'll keep it to a minimum.
I smile and show them full of strength without losing tension with a smile I was trained in the ceremony and the social world, but I didn't hear back.
Shh, and I'm so silent that I seem to have a sad sound effect, and the feeling of slipping is amazing. Was the lass boss face still too pressured for the average person, the boy was blushing, Arthur elbowed the style so that he couldn't see them comparing them to me and then panicking, and the poked style pointed his eyes slightly sharper in their direction with his face pointing towards me. No way, I hope I'm not angry at you for being disrespectful or something about your "red one" statement earlier.
Still, the place where I haven't heard back is very uncomfortable, and the smile makes me laugh more and more bitterly. My palms get more and more damp when I think about whether it's because I'm surrounded by fourteen-year-olds or if I was a very young Italian.
You can have a blast now, somebody talk to me! And when I shouted in my heart, the first boy to talk to me finally broke my silence.
"Ah... uh, you're that guy, aren't you? The one who was yelling at the high ground on the roof earlier!
"You forgot to reply even though you were absent earlier, right?!
Embarrassment episode lifted sooner rather than later
But now I'm much more thankful than silence. Haha, and when I returned it deluded with laughter, the boys were cute and "I saw it too," "Were you asleep," and "What time did you sleep yesterday?" He spoke to me. Good, this feeling of air is similar to a secondary school in a previous life.
I feel that this is how boys were often tearing up and thriving when talking to women.... It was plain. Though I couldn't get into that rear charging ring at all just listening to it from afar.
Now it feels like I've managed to get into that circle with conspicuous style and Arthur's blessing. Glad you haven't floated yet. The first day's sobriety is going to end at this rate with just embarrassing memories or about stories. I'm glad to be made fun of now for much of my depression when I walked into the classroom thinking I was considered an embarrassing person just to get into my sight.... Though I'm just concerned that Arthur still compares me and the boys in such a great hurry for some reason that I feel like I can see a black hegemony from the style.
"You know that guy from the high department earlier?
"Uh, we've been friends since we moved here."
"Where do you live? Are you with Phillip and the others?
"Yeah. I take care of my relatives at their work buddies' house. Those are really good people."
"Relatives work in Wangdu, don't they? So you live in Wangdu too?
"No, under a regular castle."
"Ah, then we'll all go home together."
"Sorry, I can't do that."
Span! And the soothing air is suddenly slapped off by the style.
The boys also looked back "eh" at the strong tone from the style they had been responding to earlier. It's the style that is smiling and always smiling at them if you look at it. The way I said it was spurious, but I'm afraid my face is smiling the other way around. I don't care if you're with me about dropping out of school, but Deputy Eric will protect you, and even if there's someone like that originally, it's a temporary lodging to hide through.
Still, the will of Style remains unchanged. "It's a shame," he gently put in a second no, continuing further to them in the absence of words.
"I'd like to go home with everyone, but if they find out I let Jeanne go home with another man, they'll kill us."
I say scary things with a grinning smile.
Arthur nodded heavily to fit the style and leaned down. Wait a minute. I didn't hear about that setup.
I can't even say that on this occasion, and when I'm solidified in the add-on to the style, one of the boys says, "Grandpa...?," he asked frightened. Style answers "yes" coolly to a man trying to dig deep without even being confused.
"Our grandfather is very fond of Jeanne. She doesn't know much more about growing up in the mountains than I do or Jack, and this time she can go to school under the castle, she's strictly told me never to take my eyes off Jeanne. And because of that, I was very annoyed by the captain of the knight, Mr. Alan.
On purpose, and men at once in the words of the last stay...... instead, the air of the whole class seemed to have changed, listening to the story.
Arthur turned around and scratched his back neck to divert attention from everyone. I can't hide my confusion that I'm involving Captain Alan by adding more to my lie settings. I'm sure the boys who don't know anything would have looked scared for another reason.
One of the boys with a puffy mouth checks the style again with his black and white eyes.
"Are your cousins... knights...? Moreover, the main unit……………"
"Yes. It is also the house of Deputy Eric, the knight of Mr. Alan's men, who is taking care of him." Even then, Grandpa didn't want Jeanne to be near unspecified men outside of school. "
We got caught up too. and everyone was finally stunned by the style that made them praise their shoulders.
Knights of the Kingdom of Friesia.
He's now familiar to me, Stayle, and Arthur, but he's originally an elite who can only be limited in our country.
How few people can dive through the gates instead of being able to see anyone regardless of their identity? He is also a patron saint who has protected the absolute inviolability from other countries, and even if he is not an entire army, he will protect the size of the city on his own. They are equally revered by our people. Human beings who were able to belong to the Knights will even be respected as recruits, and the Knights of the main unit will be such a fearful being.... and when you become a captain that binds many of those knights
"You have a cousin to the knight?"
"How many teams are there, Captain? There are only ten of them."
The knight's special lecturer was a real knight.
Rumor has it he's wearing a knight's escort to the High Department.
Literally, it's admirable.
Style, who for some reason seems to have hidden it until just now but who has spoken so lightly about Captain Alan, answers every question of the men looking excited. It was totally a kinship level buzz for the famous Olympians.
And completely their attention shifts to the steer, … I get distanced the other way. Without a heart or a boy leaning away from me from the axis of his body to the style. Well, I have a knight captain behind me, so that's what happens when he tells me to stay away. What scares me is the grandfather setting, but nobody wants to invade the danger of being annoyed by a knight who is an admirer.
So Philip wants to be a knight, too?
"No, I dream of working at the castle. That's why I'm also studying respectful language. Jack seems to be practicing salutations to become a knight."
"Heck... hey hey hey"
Don't get involved. Arthur turns around, who had just turned away.
You were angry that they'd been throwing all the stories round the whole time, and you gave it back with a niggling, bad grin so that Style could only look like Arthur stripping his fangs. The men's gaze shifts entirely from the style to Arthur. Wow! My training as a knight turned my throat to Arthur, who is blamed for asking more questions than Style. The sparkling eyes of the boys are too dazzling to deceive Arthur, who doesn't like to lie.
"Training knights is... just a little."
"The man named Alan is an archaic, or something."
"Just... occasionally. Really sometimes."
"Awesome! Captain Knight, you know, archery straight away! You'll never be a knight."
"Yes...... no! You're soft enough to be a captain of a knight."
Until now, Arthur answers with a cold sweat as if what he was able to talk about in nature was a lie.
Instead of training knights, Arthur is now sometimes on the side of directing and overseeing training as a knight captain, and apparently he works with Captain Alan frequently, and instead of being a knight captain, he's asked the knight captain to do an archery, and even youngest to join a recruit.
It's not normal for a while. Arthur's face turns bright red with sweat, but as soon as the topic shifted from questioning to "Knight looks good" on the way, he started laughing naturally again.
I guess I'm glad you like the knights you pride and admire even for Arthur.... Though I guess that's why I feel uncomfortable lying.
A second limit bell rang when Arthur, surrounded by men, began to be challenged to compete against power on the way. Where everyone was willing to say it was an absolute battle next time, the time off was over. Kuck...... Arthur slumps to his desk as Stile shook his shoulder and laughs.
Are you okay? And I peeked into Arthur, and Dr. Robert came into the classroom again. He couldn't stand out from the chatter again, squeezing his lips and gently mopping only Arthur's back, only his face firmly toward the teacher.
"Then it's the second limit, but...... we'll do a simple strength test. It doesn't matter if you can't score because your academic confirmation is the only purpose. Each student who cannot write or read a letter shall now write a symbol on the blackboard in the answer."
In the end the second limit began without ever seeing my face instead of talking to Amlet again.
I plan to meet Powell for lunch break after this, and I wish I'd heard a lot about it. Before class in the morning and between the three and four limits is the only opportunity to check out other classes. I can't confirm it because a lot of kids aren't in the classroom during lunch break, and on the second limit, me and Stayle, Arthur, separate classrooms by gender. My escort has Captain Alan or Deputy Harrison on the lookout for me somewhere, so I'll be fine... but it won't be tolerated to go around the other classes alone on a boulder.
In a quiet cut classroom, receiving the prints and pens to be distributed in order, I was once again obsessed with desperately trying to twist out the second work and Amlet's memory,
It will be a grand softening.