59 And laugh.

Dozens of minutes later.

The two-on-one arrangement between me and Stayle vs. Arthur went on and on until the critical time when Arthur couldn't make it back to training for the Knights.... Yes, many times, not one.

The victory and defeat were mostly one with exhausting Arthur getting a gap in the style, but I also feel Arthur's sticky victory was in a way two-on-one but never played us just a sword.

At the end of the day, as Style declared, Arthur, worn out by fatigue, had at least a hard time from Style or had his special abilities move him instantly to the Knights' Exercise Ground.

I'm a little worried about getting into training in that worn out state.

"Speaking of which, Style.

Secondly, I give a voice to the style that finished moving Arthur momentarily.

"Yes, what is it, sister?"

Style, trying to make his way to the dressing room, looked back and tilted his neck.

"That uniform looks great on you.

Though I was surprised and missed to say earlier, the Knights of the Style outfit looked very good. I've never seen it in a game, but it's not in Stills.

"It's the first time I've matched you with my sister and brother. I'm so glad. I have to thank Tiara for her wonderful gift.

That's what I said and made him laugh, and Stayle lit up his face step by step. A gift from Tiara, has it been illuminated by the word? Ultimately, with his face turned bright red, he said, "... yes." He replied modestly.

"... my sister, too,... you look great in that outfit.... very, nice.

Style bowed his head to me when he answered like he was squeamish and went to Tiara early. As it was, I stroked Tiara's head incorrectly, and when I grabbed only the glasses on the table, they literally disappeared. Maybe he moved instantly to the dressing room. Lotte and Marie didn't take me to change my clothes.

Did you want to convey a thank you for your gift to my lovely sister Tiara so soon? The caressed tiara herself laughed with joy and was quite satisfied.

Well, I need to get dressed, too.

Take Lotte and Marie, and I'll head to the dressing room too. The style was followed by a stroke of Tiara's head, conveying her thanks for a wonderful gift.

……

"... haha... hey..."

... tired. Wow, I'm so tired.

Moved instantly to the style was my room, a private room that could only be assigned to the Knights main unit, taking care not to be noticed by the other knights...

Honestly... this time it helped me a lot to get around momentarily. I honestly don't feel like I can move until training time for the minute that travel time floats on instant travel. Hang your uniform in the chair in front of you and roll it on the floor with your armor on.

... Style and Master Pride were too strong.

That still makes me new to the Knights squad, and I'm sure the father of the Knights and Knights captains of the squad would beat both of them for years.

But still.

"... hey... it's me... and I'm a knight... damn..."

Spread your hands and look up at the ceiling.

Regrettably.

Honestly, enough to think that if those two get stronger like this, it's gonna be my role.

Breathe for a while and snap to the floor until it's even time.

... but

I don't intend to give up.

I've come this far around the corner. Absolutely, I'm going to be stronger than I am now.

Whether they use instant travel or not, they can never beat the style.

So much so that even an opponent Lord Pride can defeat with a single blow.

After a while, when I looked at the clock, it was time to move.

I manage to get up, pour the water out of the water into the glass, and swallow it all at once.

... All right, I'm fine. I can mostly move now.

He hooked his uniform behind his back, a testament to the Knights main squad, and hung his hand on the door.

Gachari, and the door opens at the same time as the sound of old hardware.

"!... Arthur. What, didn't you go to Master Steele's?

As soon as I opened the door, my father, the Knight Commander, was just about to cross in front of my room.

"Uh...... of Style... with that, today.

I have other people's eyes once, and I blur and tell them about my special abilities. Still, she passed it on once, and replied, "Well."

"... Deputy Clark today, were you off duty?

Connect the story and see if there are any figures around you wandering around with your eyes.

"Oh, yeah... Arthur. I seem to be more tired today than usual.

"... well, there was a lot going on at the mating... …

"... why do I care so much around you? If it's time to get out, we'll be late for the exercise.

With that said and surprised, my father would try to go first, so I didn't think, "Wait!" and pull back out loud like an idiot.

I don't tell you, properly.

To be stronger.

My father wrinkles between his eyebrows and looks back.

I don't know why, it was such a look. That's right.

Close the door with one hand and turn back to your father properly.

If I don't tell you soon, it's really gonna be me and my dad late for the exercise.

"I've joined the main unit, and... next time, again... just like before... please match up and...... Father.

I accidentally said it out of sight at the end. After I finished saying it, my father… when I looked at my father, he kept his mouth open as a pocan.

I've actually been thinking about it for quite some time now that I want you to join the Knights Squad again. Besides, it stained the way I called it when I used to rebel, but I also wanted to change it properly.

So, anyway, when I joined the Knights Squad, I was trying to say both... that's what I decided.

And I figured it out again about this one.

I'm still weak. So while this fever didn't pull off, I wanted to tell you now.

Father... Father's expression remained unchanged and solidified, but after a short wait, only his mouth moved and he said "... ok." He answered. I couldn't dare, I just said "thank you" and bowed my head and ran straight to the exercise area. It stinks, and most importantly, the Knights Commander is still new. It's not good for me to run.

Think while running.

Father told me that he understood.

I can...! I can work with the Knight Commander's father.

More, more. I can be strong.

Glad to squeeze my fist small as I ran.

Still, still, I have a way to go.