"Slandering? Did you even say that in a bad way?
Powell, who is once to be the oldest, stands between nature and mediates.
In fact, what a pity to think he's brokered by the youngest. Still, Pride snorted heavily into Powell's words as he leaned down.
"Bad talk, or... I don't think you two look good, something like that. That was really rude. You don't have the right to say that to me, but you've said things that would make both of us less appreciative."
Speaking of rights, no matter what you say to the First Princess, you have no right to be angry with us.
... I'm supposed to admit that I don't even have pride, but on the contrary, my head calms down. I didn't like it anymore. I didn't know how big I was.
By and large, neither me nor Arthur cared that I was underrated by others. The only thing that matters is the evaluation from Pride.
"I'm so sorry. I was in good shape when the girls surrounded me. And..."
Stop saying it like you're making such a woman peel, and complain in your heart.
I know pride is the same age and I have few female friends in my position. There are socially friendly princesses and courtiers, but they are not particularly close. Marie and Lotte, the dedicated maids, are much more intimate.
Even though she falsifies her identity like that, I know she was happy to have her first daughter-like conversation yesterday, and she didn't want to turn those girls around to her enemies. Arthur doesn't know if he's aware of it or not, but I've also been quite aware of the fact that I was in the women's spotlight from the start.
If you've been suspicious of a relationship in that, denying and arguing is the least wavering way to go. In fact, we're not lovers, even if we're pride fiancées................ no. They remind me of my unpopularity again.
I want to die thinking what would have happened to me if Arthur hadn't told me the truth there.
Arthur had a round neck as well as me if you noticed. I don't even have the energy to get my hands on a meal, and I sit on my lawn and I put my hands on both knees. If you just check Arthur with your eyes, sweat like a waterfall drips with your mouth pulled together.
"Philip and Jack look really good."
…………………… ... What are you talking about this guy?
To a sudden remark, I only raise my face without following my head. For a moment I thought I heard differently, but Arthur gave Gabe a face as fast as I did, so I probably didn't hear differently. Powell, sitting next to her, is also staring back with a decent face.
Even though Bakung already said his heart was delayed and he wavered heavily, Pride moved his mouth so that the fever came in as he leaned over him instead of raising his face there.
"I really, really think you two look great without any flattery or excuse, and I think it's nice. Philip is so smart, and he looks so pretty and dressed for a long time, that I can really see the girls falling in love at first sight, and Jack is also strong, tall, beautiful hair, and he's a man to the face, and I can see that he gets the girls' attention. I know that, I know that... but I really didn't have the courage to say" you two look great and proud "there... When I said that, I realized I was sure those kids would hate me, and, uh, not that I didn't think of it, but that they were really, really good, and they looked great, and I love them so much, and I think I'm proud of them."
Are you going to kill me?
I lose my voice again. My face is too hot to burn to death. I wanted to block my ears but couldn't beat the greed I really wanted to hear, instead I leaned down with my head in my arms.
If I felt the burning heat from next door even though I thought it would be charcoal from the inside, it would have turned bright red like Arthur had also applied it at the edge of my sight. It also makes me suspicious if I'm breathing.
Really, really, how could this guy normally say something like that? I don't know how many times I've just said the word good looking.
Besides, praising in front of Powell is close to torture. I want to behave with perseverance, but her body boils uncontrollably in her words. I can't look straight at my pride anymore, compressing all my head to pieces. If my heart claims to exist at a calm corner, it will stand in my way until I breathe. I don't know if the glasses are cloudy and my vision is white because of the glasses, or because my blood circle has gone crazy.
The onslaught from Pride will not stop while we desperately travel back and forth through the boundaries of life and death. She finally tried to tell me something similar to the contents of the letter she had given me before, so the beat rate only increased as it was. Even if I want to stop it, my voice dries up like it's seizing, and if I squeeze my lips to indulge, I can't say anything extra.
"Jeanne, I think it's time for Philip and Jack to die."
"Eh... Eh, heh, heh, heh, both of you."
... Helpful.
Powell's calm voice watered my pride.
I feel strongly that I was helped, thinking that I could help under age, etc. Probably the first time the pride I've been leaning over raised my face.
He raised his voice like he was panicking about our tragedy and apologized again, "It's okay." "I'm sorry I didn't realize you were sick." What does the person who noticed or fevered anything say?
Besides, I can't be ill with Arthur anyway. Yet Pride hastily touches Petapeta, me and Arthur's forehead before he can even think that far. He shouted, "I'm going to the infirmary." You reminded me of Arthur's special abilities. Now I held his hand and made him put it on my lap. Naturally, I can't help it, so I wave no. This is a disgrace to the last generation such as the infirmary.
"No...... because I'm fine.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Well, me too,...... …………
"?" and my pride leans down on me that I won't be able to continue along the way.
Now I want you to stay out of sight because that motion alone will kill you instantly. "That......" I try to reword that much again, but my lips tremble and I can't say any more.... There's no way I can say it.
"Ah, the! Oh, I'm not a nun, but Jeanne is amazing. Beautiful, beautiful hair, whoa... Ride, for the rest of them! It's so popular."
Well said, Arthur.
With one hand holding down the trembling mouth, he nods with all his strength and consents to all the broken necks.
He said it was time to get into Pride's sight this time, and a bewildered reply came back, "Ah... thank you". With this momentum, I was wondering if I could tell you, if you could breathe slowly in your hands.
"If you could just tell Jack that, it would kind of illuminate you."
Heh heh... and a soft laugh that suppressed him was released shortly afterwards.
Soon afterwards, Arthur will have no voice. I can easily imagine what Pride looked like toward Arthur, and what Arthur is doing now.
I'd love to see that look on Pride's face and the unusual look on his partner's face, but if I give him a face here now, he'll surely kill me too. I decide to look down until even the heat subsides.
Then Tuntun and Powell poked me with their fingers silently. If I show that I can't fix it anymore and can only hear it in a small, nodding motion, he has given me the usual. "Can we eat today?," he asked, nodding and then pressing both of my sandwiches against Powell.
"Eat both if you can... this is all I'm good for"
Bad for a castle cook, but I don't feel like eating a lot of sandwiches right now. My chest is too painful in front of my stomach.
With recognition, I pour one of my usual breads, and distract myself by focusing my consciousness on my tongue as I chew.
I finally started to get my hands on the meal so that my pride could fit in and say, "Do you think you can eat Jack, too?," he called to care for Arthur. I could only hear one noise from Arthur, but still only moved my hands and started eating. The rate of eating is rare and fairly slow for Arthur the Big Eat, but not impossible.
Pride shrugged, "I'll take it," then grabbed the sandwich, and much behind Powell, the three of us grabbed lunch.
Shortly after I finished eating, I didn't have time to bicker any more, and the prebell at the end of my lunch break rang. He snuck up on me apologizing to Powell for letting him hang out after a scattered quote, too pitiful a fight, but laughed "no at all," and gave it back to me.
"I'd rather be glad to know a lot every time I see you. See you tomorrow... keep eating."
"Oh, I want to, too"
I give it back so, reassured that Powell hasn't disillusioned me. Something I can spend a month with him like this, but... I want to take care of my time with him just in the meantime.
─ Don't.
"Eh……"
... hit something.
No, you're more right about being bumped into, to be exact. While I was taking a look at Powell, I hit my shoulder with someone else who slipped next to me. It doesn't hurt a lot, but my body goes against my shoulder and side by side by accident.
Looking back at the wrong person with his eyes,...... there was a familiar boy's hindsight. The gray-haired boy who didn't even stop his leg and rush to realize he hit me.
"Isn't that just now, Kroy?
Powell looks behind him as he cares about me.
He left in the direction of the courtyard, unlike us, who came to the entrance to the middle section. Drop that back off wondering if the next class is outside. Pride and Arthur also dropped him off behind his back with their eyes round to be concerned.
Oddly enough, none of the students rush through the courtyard except him. With doubt, it became his subject just now after he and Powell also parted ways with the High Ministry.
I don't know what's going on, but I walk behind her with one foot behind me, listening to the conversation between Pride and Arthur, who talks to me about the lunch break.... If we keep going like this, we'll get to class right away. Before that.
"Ah, of... Jeanne.
If she called while suppressing the voice to turn back, she turned quickly.
The fourteen-year-old's face is tender and pointed at me. I can clearly see her little face with her deep red hair unshaken and rounded over her head.
For a moment, his mouth went into force on its own again, but he was forced to open it and now it's time to tell him the words he couldn't just say.
"Oh, I, too, uh... can I withdraw my earlier remarks...? Really, that too... because from the start it wasn't in my heart at all..."
A half-grown throat makes an unnecessarily fine, heartless voice.
I tremble at the edge of the word, and when I want to look into Pride's eyes properly and say it, but I'm not aware of it, I'm about to deviate right away.
Besides, I'm embarrassed to death to say clearly even though I want to make an apology and correction. I can even burn myself to mouth that overly stupid rumor again already. Pride in the pitiful dialogue that I chose the words to convey to her as much as possible, … returned with a flowery grin.
"I know."
My heart stops for a moment.
The roaring voice of a bird gently stormed me.
That dialogue, familiar somewhere, stabs me in the chest brand-new.
Phew, and the lady's grin in the figure of a fourteen-year-old girl, Pride turned her retrospective body in a twirling direction of progress. No disgust at all, just a bright smile and a look back at us. Extra adorable hands with each finger on the back.
"'Cause you two are not really people who say that."
Let's go. And to put it that way, Pride proceeded to the classroom in an elegant foothold like nothing had happened.
... Rest assured, we'll stop walking.
My feet are grassy and I'm really about to fall down. I really don't feel like my heart will keep it, like sitting next to her after this. On second thought, it's been a long time since I've been in the regency business and I've been with Pride for nearly half a day.
"Jeanne is not my type."
Instead of allowing me to withdraw my remarks at that time, I was returned with a hundred times more destructive power.
It wasn't just me, I sat out in the middle of the hallway at the end so that just a flying Arthur couldn't stand it, and then I thought so again.
Whether it's retribution or retribution or not, I engrave it in my brain that even temporarily becoming her enemy would be regrettable rather than fitting.
It wasn't until shortly after that that that I followed that back with Arthur on a full walk of illness before Pride noticed me.