108 89. My brother-in-law asks my sister.

"Tiara... are you okay?

Style was now in Tiara's room with Arthur. Even after his questioning with Val, Tiara was shaking that little shoulder and crying. It was quite unusual from my brother's eyes for Tiara to cry so much about anything other than pride.

"Eh... sister... it's okay, I guess...

Keep your eyes down with a handkerchief and still can't stop crying.

"... I'm fine. Sister, you have a bond of servitude with that sinner. I won't do anything in case you can do harm. [M]

That's what I said in my mouth, but the chest noise didn't subside on the inside. Dear rampage in that room, and the place where you throw knives to Pride, even though you deliberately took them off. Anxiety swirled as to whether the man would do something to Pride. But you can't tell Tiara that and worry about her any more. Asking Arthur to agree with his eyes as he lay still, he nodded and opened his mouth, having the same anxiety as me.

"... oh. Besides, Master Pride is strong. It is also like pride that captured that man two years ago.... Me and Style go when I have to.

Don't worry, Arthur strokes Tiara's head as he says so. Tiara nodded many times as she held her eyes with a handkerchief to answer it.

"... Tiara. Why did you try to get so involved with Val?

Two, throw past questions at Tiara. Four years ago, when I first saw Val the Sinner. Tiara was terribly frightened by that look and attitude of Val, the sinner. And this time he reached out to Val, who was also transported to the ambulance building and lost his mind, and suddenly he grabbed his arm. Furthermore, Tiara continued to hang her words many times earlier, trembling at the man who saw the signs of a rampage in the room that far away and threw a knife at Pride. I had some doubts about that.

Tiara shook her head in response to an inquiry from me and replied "I don't know". As it was, he let go of the handkerchief with tears that never stopped and raised his face small.

"So... I told your sister, help me... ever since I said I wanted you,... wow, wow... when I saw that guy... my heart... eh.... bitter...!

In tears, Tiara exhales.

Tiara is sweet. Always worries and thinks about me and Pride. And... very sensitive to people's minds. That's why you support pride with me, respecting the strong will of pride as well. You noticed my feelings before me when I used to be jealous of Jill Bale, and you embarrassed me. If that's what Tiara thinks, maybe Val has something too. But...

"But that sinner was a mouthful he didn't think of anything but using the two abducted children.

The contract of servants is absolutely effective. Words to Tiara at that time can't be anything but the heart.

"... right. It's important or worrying. It's stuck.

Arthur's in tune with me. He quietly grips the pattern of a sword that has fallen into his sheath, eating his teeth off small. For the sake of Pride's will, he responded to Pride's will to help that man by suppressing even his inner anger and resentment... but... he may be a little lost. Honestly, I was the same. A child just doesn't want to put pride or Arthur in the wrong eye for a man who proclaims he needs to live easy.

And it's also troubling if you let that man act with you again for helping the child out. If it's conveniently used, you should pull it apart even if you can't. Even if that is against the will of the child.

"So... it looks very, very spicy... eh.... to the power, at least just to talk, I thought... I couldn't...!

So Tiara clenched her handkerchief. From me, Tiara's crying is much more painful than Val the Sinner.

I didn't understand why Tiara hurt her chest so much.

"... bad, Tiara. Me and Style stopped you over there.

Arthur groaned sorry and stroked Tiara's head. Yes, me and Arthur held Tiara back trying to get close to Val. Because Val was afraid to say any more words to Tiara... and do harm. I guess Tiara understands that, too, shaking Arthur's words beside his neck and denying them, with a small voice, "I know...! answered."

"Me... I... unlike your sister, I'm weak... I don't rely on you... because instead of your sister, I can't even protect myself...! … so I'm sorry…"

Spinning his words, he pressed another damp handkerchief into his eyes so he couldn't stand it along the way.

Tiara doesn't have to blame herself. That's usually what a princess is all about when pride is just a little out of standard. Because it is something that should be protected throughout the country.

"Repent... me, too... eh... I want to protect your sister...! And yet... I... no one... can protect me... not even lean on me..."

Hiku, Tiara cries as she hiku sneezes up. Is that tear to pride, or to sinners...... No, I'm sure it's both. Tiara is gentle, similar to pride.... too kind. While Pride has the tenderness to stand up for herself, Tiara even has the tenderness to endure, indulge and wait. How many times have you waited and supported Pride and me?

"Tiara.... you've got enough sister for us. Me, Arthur, my sister, I really miss you.

That said, I slowly held Tiara's hand in both hands. As Tiara noticed it and raised her face, Arthur shook the other Tiara's hand with both hands in the same way.

"We'll protect you and Lord Pride for that matter.... I promise. It's okay."

I snort at Arthur's words, too.

Tiara stared at me and Arthur alternately, and she raised her voice and cried, her hands wide and hugging me and Arthur's neck.

Squeezing up small, Tiara even wished many times in our ears.

"Protect your sister and help Val."

Pride loved, only one... sister who split the blood.

How many smiles with Pride have you ever turned to us, watched over and beside us?

Important sister.

For me, too, another family.

"" I promise.

Me and Arthur spoke together.

Swear to my heart that I will make the wishes of the two princesses come true.