200 Guardian Knight's rush.

"Klaus."

Captain, this way.

After Lady Rosemary returned to her room, the captain of the regiment arrived not long after.

Brief report to the captain who brought several Kingsguard knights.

In the middle of explaining the location of the guests from different worlds, the captain looked up as if they had been played.

I also look back quickly when I notice the noise coming from inside. But the captain reacted slightly faster than I did, opening the door with momentum to kick it down.

"Huh...!!"

Shortly after entering, the captain is breathtaking.

What I saw as I stepped inside late to the captain was two figures squatting on the floor, trying to fold. And he was the figure of a samurai about to wave down a dagger toward the shadow.

Though it's the face you can't see, it's a wavy platinum blonde, and you can see who's covered on top.

To Lady Rosemary, a samurai is under attack. The moment I understood that fact, I learned a harsh rage as if my whole body's blood had boiled.

Who are you pointing the blade at?

Swallow the rage that is about to pop out of your mouth like a growl by eating your teeth. The stinging and unpleasant sound echoes from the inside. He untied his clenched fist and put his hand on the sword pattern.

But the captain, who moved faster than me, throws something in the hand of the woman holding the dagger.

"Ah!?"

With a short scream, the samurai takes down the dagger.

A dagger with a protruding blade and a sheathed dagger made a flashy noise and fell to the floor.

Pack the distance while the samurai's consciousness is directed toward the fallen dagger, and as it is, the captain seizes the samurai.

No one else can help control it with a flowing movement.

"Detain him."

"Ha."

Two Kingsguard knights detain the samurai from both sides, as ordered by the Commander.

The blue-faced samurai wept and shook her head.

"Wow, I was threatened...!! I didn't want to betray you and I didn't betray you!

The samurai, while seized, appealed desperately to the captain.

Is that an excuse to keep you safe? Or is it the truth? Either way, this is not a good case to judge.

"Please, believe me... Hih...!!"

The voice of the disturbed samurai interrupts along the way. Instead, a scream leaked like a convulsion.

I saw the captain in the form of chasing the samurai's gaze, too, breathtaking.

Angry shapes, not. On the contrary, the black eyes were as quiet as the sea on a night without wind.

A faceless expression, as if emotions had fallen out, highlights a righteous face. There were even works of art.

And yet, why not? Feel the wrath of the bottom.

With one blink, one breath, I feel so fiercely angry that I feel the unlikely fear that it will take my life.

The palm, holding the sword pattern, is gently sweating. Is it also an illusion that I can't breathe badly?

No one, including me, can move in the strained air. The samurai, the Kingsguard knights they are holding back, and the knights who were watching from the hallway.

All I can do is kill my breath so as not to be bitten to death by a suddenly appearing, pitch-black lion, as seeped out of the darkness.

It couldn't possibly be misheard, dear husband's voice, that broke the breathless time that seemed to be for such a moment and eternity.

"... Mei, sama...?

He was defenseless, like an unscrupulous child.

The moment I hear that soft, warm voice, not resembling this occasion, the strained air fogs.

The captain lays down his eyes and exhales. Like pushing deep anger out of your guts.

When the wrapping air changed and the black eyes appeared again, it was a familiar captain to be there.

"... the investigation will be done later. Let me hear what you have to say then.... Take him."

"Or maybe I did!

The two Kingsguard knights, who were solidifying, replied in solidarity. He left the room to support a samurai who seemed relieved from both sides.

The captain kneels before Master Rosemary.

"Your Highness, are you hurt...?

"Yes.... Oh, Master Fuzuki, are you hurt?

Master Rosemary hasn't figured out what's going on yet, against the captain who lowers his eyebrows worryingly and peeks in. Wake yourself up somewhere blurry.

Beneath that body were guests from different worlds… Master Fuzuki.

Did you stand up and shelter yourself?

This person is really... unchanged forever. It doesn't change me.

Being full of human beings, he doesn't realize his worth at all, and throws himself out for the sake of others in front of him.

While I respected that noble spirit, I didn't feel like admiring it.

Lady Rosemary, with her gentle and beautiful heart, is admired by me and many human beings. If I lose that, I know that an important part of Master Rosemary will be compromised... and I hope you will be more selfish.

Whoever you sacrifice wants you to live, you have a wish that you can never speak of.

Master Fuzuki gets up groaning that he was there.

"As much as I hit my knee when I fell, and then not at all....... is the princess better than that!?"

Fuzuki, who returned to me on the way, gave me momentum and stuffed me with Rosemary.

"No injuries!? Not stabbed!?"

"I'm nowhere,... What about Nero?

In the blurry eyes, the light returns. Lady Rosemary, with her eyes open, looks around the room.

"Nero!

Lady Rosemary, who finds a black mass falling along the wall, tries to get up in a hurry.

I rushed over to the Black Cat, holding my hand against the wall many times to see if I could not help my legs.

"... Nero?

Sit down with Petan beside the cat.

I hesitated, slowly trying to stretch my trembling fingertips. It stays motionless as if the dreaded imagination refuses to become reality. Only hands trembling in small pieces and a bluer complexion had informed the passage of time.

"… Your Highness"

The captain kneels next to Master Rosemary.

He reached out to the black cat to replace Master Rosemary, who could not be touched forever. Touch your little body with a polite hand than you can imagine from a boneless hand that was saving.

Master Rosemary watched him kill his breath to see if he was sure he was breathing or heartbeat or touching his chest or nose tip.

Trembling hands grip the captain's knightly clothes cuffs. It would be unconscious behavior, but it would be an expression of a mind wanting to admire something.

The captain, who received a prayerful glance, nodded with his gaze.

"I have a breath. You must be fainting."

"............ really?

Lady Rosemary's voice was trembling, as was her hand.

The captain lays his hands on Master Rosemary's hand and snorts firmly again.

"Yes, it's possible you're hurting somewhere, but it doesn't look like your life has anything else."

"Huh... hey, great..."

Lady Rosemary, who loosened her expression in relief, whines in a crying voice.

Rosemary-like's weak body leaned about. The leader hugs his body as if the thread he was straining had broken.

"Master Rosemary?

"Looks like he's lost his mind. You must have been relieved."

The captain answers me in a hurry.

He held up his thin body with a handle like handling broken goods, and the captain stood up. Stay close to the bed with your arms in your arms and gently lay Master Rosemary down.

The captain's eyes peeking into his sleeping face were so gentle that he had never seen them.

"Master Fuzuki"

"Hiya!?"

Called upon by the captain of the retrospective regiment, Master Fuzuki jumps frighteningly. His face is bright red, probably because he was put on the exchange between the head of the regiment and Master Rosemary.

"Can you stand? No injuries, but I'll call a doctor, so let's have a look."

"Yes, I can stand! Alone, of course!

In a hurry with a red face, Master Fuzuki rises to momentum.

He slapped the dust on his clothes with his hands as he wandered his gaze restlessly.

"Good. Let's move to a separate room."

The captain puts a black cat in the bed-like basket and lifts it as it is.

I guess I'll show it after Master Fuzuki.

"Klaus, please later"

"Yes, sir."

I intend to stay with Master Rosemary until morning, but I cannot sit inside the boulder. "Ah," a small voice said as they both left the room and tried to drop him off outside the door.

"Dear Fuzuki, what is wrong with you?

The origin of the voice was like Fuzuki.

Stopped, she reaches out in horror to the little bag she was lowering from her neck.

True to the contrary from earlier, Master Fuzuki unstrings from his neck in a terrible hurry and opens the mouth of the bag. Her eyes opened wide as she checked the contents.

"... what shall I do... I did it..."

I have no idea what I squealed in my trembling voice.

But when I saw the strong leader's face, I understood that it was an emergency.