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Since the aberration, I think it's gone.
After an early morning exercise, Arthur, who had breakfast, was forced to close his mouth, which had been wide open as he took the spoon in his hand. At first there was nervousness and awkwardness, but now I realize that I've been very relaxed by the diner I'm used to.
To Arthur, who bows his head so small as a pepper meeting, the knight who pinches the table and sits in the seat across the street returned only one word: "No problem".
"Mr. Harrison, how is the escort doing?"
Arthur throws to the knight in the front to distract the awkwardness of the absences.
Now that breakfast together is a routine, there is less to talk about. It is primarily Arthur who is speaking, and Harrison is not just responding. Until recently, however, Harrison barely showed up in the dining room eating breakfast in front of the table instead of dining with someone, and even dating colloquially, was still a sight of suspicion in the eyes of a knight who knew him until a few years ago. Harrison, who carries it to his mouth without the emotion of savoring a pale meal, swallowed it once in his mouth without chewing it off greatly for the throw from Arthur.
"No problem."
"I'm talking about Captain Alan, and he said Mr. Harrison is in charge of the" lookout "outside of class, but... when are you watching?
"Always."
Harrison assures Arthur that he will lurk his voice so that the other knights will not hear him only at the end.
Always? And Arthur overhears the statement. It's the fourth day of school infiltration today, but I still haven't even once realized where Harrison is lurking. If you're Harrison with fast feet, you've also thought about checking from the hallway for just a moment and looking around the campus over and over again, but you haven't even been able to confirm Harrison for a moment. "There's no way you can keep your eyes off Her Royal Highness the First Princess," Harrison told Arthur to be sure of the veracity of the words, suppressing his voice, but he won't tell you exactly where he's looking from. Sure, Harrison shows up at Cedric's when they arrive at the school gate when they leave school, but I wonder where the hell they're lurking right before that.
After all, the captain was different, and Captain Knight VIII, once again slightly discouraged by his respect for Harrison and his sweetness, silently dropped his gaze on breakfast. Arthur, curious as to how much the hell we were looking at ourselves, takes a light upward peek at Harrison. I'm not suspicious, but the greed that I want to try a bit hurts and I confirm that it is a good idea to ask, and then another word comes back. Arthur, acknowledging, squeezes his head and lurks his voice when we only know the questions outside of class.
"... who we're having dinner with"
"Blonde High School Boys Student"
"So far, Stayle's eating every time."
"Sandwiches and bread"
"Cro... uh, what job did Jeanne ask for from a middle-haired student?"
"King Cedric Silva Lowell as his brother's squire and friend"
"What was the response on the stairs after that?"
"Continue," he said.
"... what could have happened to him and Jeanne on the first day...?
"He waved. If you hadn't stopped me, I'd have let the knife go."
Please definitely stop...... Arthur lowered his voice unexpectedly to Harrison's ton of demo remarks.
I'm still glad I stopped his hand then when I thought you were watching then too. Otherwise, there had been such a big incident as the student fall disturbance caused by Val and so on to apply.
Not until Harrison thinks he's going for innocent people's lives, but at least that's the only major crime of violence against the First Princess. Though he pretends to be a common man on campus, he's not Harrison who meditates his eyes there. After thinking that far, Arthur once again said from his mouth, "I'm only on duty," Jeanne, so please indulge me in something that will hurt my students! "" Because I won't take my eyes off you properly either!, "he said. Finally, adding the words" Captain's orders, "Harrison nodded while carrying the dish into his mouth. Captain, if it's an order, we have no choice.
While relieved that Harrison snorted so much, Arthur exhaled haha......
I really admire Harrison for having a good grasp of everything, while I don't think I'd be able to make the perfect lurking so far if I were in his shoes. Even in that sense, I was qualified to infiltrate as the same student as Pride. If you can erase the signs and confirm whether they are cheap or not from a distance, you can do it, but you can't really grasp the conversation content without being distracted by Pride himself.
I accidentally held envy out of respect, and I said, "Next time, can you teach me the art of a secret detective?" But I was immediately refused, "I don't need it."
Right... and Harrison also turns a blind eye to Arthur, who drops his shoulder. I have no hesitation in teaching Arthur my skills, but I am not fit to teach. All I can tell you is to understand it all by feeling, and because of my special abilities and covert detective skills, I have no desire to be taught by Arthur.
But in Harrison's unspoken response, he understood that Arthur could not simply teach himself such a higher skill.
Arthur, who keeps the fork moving and carrying the dish to his mouth, thinks it's just bad to cut the story here. It's like I'm unfaithful because I can't be taught, or I'm too distracted to think I'm waiting for Harrison to break. How is the Eighth Squad? It is returned in a nutshell when the usual topic is thrown lightly. Repeating that, I just proceeded with the meal, and I recall that there is a common topic besides Fufu 8th Squad.
I think Harrison would naturally have seen and heard "it" while reducing the contents of the cup by half. Swallow, already confirming that Harrison had finished his meal, Arthur turned his gaze to the front once he had left his last bite on the plate.
"Speaking of which, Nansu...... Yesterday's alley, what was it?"
"Which one?"
It's hard to guess Harrison even if you ask far away.
Arthur covered his mouth once with one hand to hide his shame on Harrison, who cuts it with an instant answer just to tell him to be clearer. Instead of just looking away and keeping the knights from listening, he desperately chooses and thinks the words to tell Harrison that he is embarrassed to speak and care about the story.
The… and slightly leaked his voice and noticed that he was slightly feverish in his face from the hand he held down. What the hell, Arthur released his minimized voice through the gap between his fingers to Harrison, who frowned unsure.
"... yesterday in the hallway on the way out of school,... p, in response to Jeanne being asked by a girl"
"It's just a relative or not a preference."
Arthur accidentally stunned his mouth to more shock than when he was thrown a gunshot sword.
To be clear, it also sounds like a nail stab from Harrison a second time. Shoulder narrow to that. I figured Harrison was listening to the conversation back then, and at the same time, he's both embarrassed to be articulated.
"It's the latter..." Harrison finally hung his finger on the cup he was about to drink to understand the meaning of the question.
"Except to avoid trouble."
After cutting it in one word, Harrison was only flat when he drank out the rest of the cream.
Instead, I still don't know why Arthur still cares about that, or why he joined Style and hit his forehead against the wall shortly after. I think the cut back in pride at that time was definitely Harrison's ear as well. to Harrison, who asks me if I need to understand anything else, Arthur
Myself, I don't know why.
"No, it's... it's... it's... it's amazing, it's..."
I don't know why I pull this far myself.
However, the one thing I'm sure of is that I was shocked to understand with my head that I was given a rhetoric that was close to "dislike" far away, with such a bright tone of "not a preference" for pride, whether it was a lie or a truth. And I think that would be the same for Steele.
It was a shock to my heart and brain that Pride was given that word without hesitation in that earthen field, even though I didn't think there was any way I could say anything really bad about myself or Style. If I'm not thorough in pretending I can't hear you on that occasion, I can't help but think, "Did we do something wrong?!" It was stuffed.
Besides, Arthur and Steele didn't miss out on a few boys gutting poses aside from their depressing selves. The fact that the rival, who is closest to Jeanne, was declared blind "I still have a chance!" I think there were not many boys on that spot. It was also understandable to Arthur that his approach to pride would be strengthened again from tomorrow.
Harrison twists his neck without grasping at Arthur, who is pompous and clouds his words again. Even if the "not a preference" statement was her true meaning, it did not deny her humanity or strength. I wonder why you care so much about that.
I wanted to throw this kind of topic round the column as well, but I'm the only one on this scene right now. I say the usual word "no problem" after thinking about it, and still say a second word to Arthur, who looks heavy on the head.
"They just used the answer to a teacher's question again."
…… Eh? "
is…… a beat late and Arthur raises his voice.
A voice that rubbed up and forgot to contain sounded more in the dining room than expected and caught the attention of the knights. Arthur, who became so small that he hurriedly held his mouth down once with both hands to apologize for the "excuse me" noise, next time he lurked his voice and said, "Wait a minute!," he said before Harrison.
"Hey, when did that happen...?
"It's a call in the staff room on the second day."
There was also Column Bordeaux. and continued to Harrison. Arthur toured his thoughts with his mouth wide open.
The only time outside of class is when myself and Stayle left their pride. Even then, Harrison was more concerned about the content of the story than he was about whether he was in the staff room or somewhere else. I wonder why that happened, and I remember what Pride told me.
"Sure,... the reason I don't want to fly class is because I made an excuse to find a lover the same year..."
"My teacher asked me," Can't it be Philip or Jack, "and I said so"
Arthur forgets his last bite to Harrison, who flatly returns it thinking it was a stunning cut back, and leans forward enough to exceed the table.
In other words, I understand that the question from the woman was not the first one, but because it was the second time, she answered the question shortly after thinking. In fact, before I told the teacher the reason for finding a lover, the excuse for that cut back would also mean that I preworked it out and then returned the words to the teacher.
Besides, if that's what the teacher said, then Arthur can also nod that it's the only way to return it. If I'm done with myself and Stayle on the excuse of finding a lover the same year, there's no excuse either. That would be the quickest way to clean it up with "not the type" subjectivity, and the most teachers wouldn't be able to argue with it. And that's why I insisted on my teacher, so I could consistently cut it back to the girls, and then Arthur finally cleared the fog of moisture, too.
But in what Harrison said, I don't know where he's been omitted again. Arthur, who already knew some of him, complained and stuffed him with a serious eye, "Learn more about it."
Harrison's eyes also open slightly to Arthur's unexpected eating. Harrison can't turn it down because of Arthur's questioning, which isn't anything else. "What is it," Arthur threw his hair in uninterrupted to Harrison, who would return it with meaning to clarify how he wanted me to go into detail.
"... that's what time said and Lord Pride's statement in the hallway meant we were together...?
"Not all"
So, Arthur, who was going to do the confirmation work, raises his voice again to Harrison's response, which also sounds inconsistent earlier.
to the gaze of the second knights. Now I can't afford to bow my head "What do you mean?!" I scream as I lurk my voice. Though wondering why he is so upset, Harrison returns only the exact answer to the captain.
"Teachers were also asked about heterosexual preferences in the clerk's office, but it was different from responding to women about it"
"That's the only different n...?! Did you say something bad about that?
"No problem. When I was surrounded by female students, I guess I was avoided because there were suitors there."
"There was a conforming one."
"A prince and a knight."
Arthur's face abruptly ignites.
We know that Harrison's immediate answers without hesitation are neither cynical nor over-expressive, and remain the meaning of the word.
Arthur, whose face remained suddenly visible and red, unable to speak any further, had only opened his eyes and solidified with a faceless expression. I consciously close my mouth and eat and tie it up to my teeth to keep the extra bollocks out, but that was the limit. In my head, the identity of the fiancée candidate I heard from my previous pride rushes around to be provoked.
I interrupted that thought so much that the sound of my heart was too annoying, even if I tried desperately with my head to convince myself that I simply said an impossible candidate in that place with only ordinary people and nobility.
From Harrison's point of view, I only think to the extent that he has rapidly changed the conditions so as not to mislead the two people unconsciously in front of him as paedophiles. But from Arthur, it was an unintentional blow like being shot through with an arrow where he was thrown off a cliff.
Rather, the more I wonder how Harrison, the same knight, can stay so flat, the more blood rushes around and shallows his breath. What's the matter, I can't answer Harrison's frowning. I didn't have enough oxygen and my closed mouth opened pacified, but I couldn't get to the word. I can't even move my mouth if I want to say something. It was best served by exhaling the gushing heat and cooling.
Nothing reacts, just boiling Arthur tells him if Harrison has a cold, but no more thought.
Until a few seconds before I dared, I appropriately put around that it would be okay, and I looked at the clock put on the wall.
Confirming time, Harrison pierces the fork into the last bite left on Arthur's plate and casually pushes it into Arthur's open mouth.
Agu and I am surprised Arthur was pushed in with every fork while I was confused, but as soon as I found out it wasn't the knife that was plugged in but just the dish and the fork, I also lowered the shoulder that went up. Harrison stood up and lifted his dishes every tray while he borrowed the fork as it was.
"Time."
Nguyen and to that word Arthur rushes back to the clock.
If you look at it, it was already time to head to Wangju. Pull the fork out of your mouth and clear out the dishes in a rattling panic myself.
Unlike Harrison, who has fast feet, he can't make it unless he runs on his own. Oops, Arthur rushed out to chase Harrison, who forced his throat through and then shouted, "Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay," leaving himself and leaving the dining room early.
After the two of them left.
Though it was the conversation that I didn't hear, that Harrison spoke more than two words and made the conversation bounce until time was critical.
To that fact, some of the remaining knights in the dining room applauded Arthur in their hearts.