138 117. The Harsh Princess laughs.

Piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy.

... I can hear you. This... is a signal.

The sound of a crunchy, high whistle. This, the way it rings...

Pride.

'... if you need anything, be sure to give me a signal.

Yeah, I said that.... to pride.

If you open your eyes thinly, your vision opens with thin blur.

Blur and thoughts circle over the sound earlier than before or after the current situation and memory.

The sound now... is it your fault?

... No, it's not.

Pride's calling me.

Not in your own power... not Arthur, not Jilbell, not the Knights, not Val, not anyone...

Take me.

- We have to go...!

My head awakens completely.

If you don't go, come to her now.

The most important person in the world is calling only this me.

……

"Estyle"

to a hand stretched out to the style. I extend my arm. And the moment I grabbed it and gripped it back hard, my vision changed in an instant.

Dossa, and.

Because of his presence in the air, he moved instantly in a slightly floating state in space and landed a few centimeters straight down.

I rolled onto the ground in the form of Val laying on our backs, turning his arm around his neck on top of it so that I and Style overlapped and fell in.

... Good, Val and I are safe. It's really good to have a signal ready.

I took a breath as I slowly loosened my hand from Val's neck, confused as if I still hadn't grasped the reality.

Since Steele was able to travel instantly to certain opponents like me, Arthur, and Tiara, we've been deciding what to signal when we call Steele.

That's the finger whistle.

Among the games, Pride used it when he called the style, and I suggested it was the most certain. Perhaps this is also convenient to set up in the game, but the style was very sensitive when it comes to the sound of the finger whistle. Much further from the castle, even when Arthur whistled his fingers to try, it reached Style's ear.... Well, but basically me and Style, Tiara, are with us all the time, and Arthur is a tough move to use by saying something about calling the First Prince like he did yesterday when he dashed to us. But yesterday, Chancellor Jilbert, who Style told me and used it quickly, was quite popular with me.

"... why were you there, Pride?"

Style rises to me all at once with his voice absurd. As it stood, I accidentally laughed bitterly and cramped my mouth at the style peeking into my face.

"Uh... well,... Val fell off a cliff...

When he answered that honestly without even coming up with an excuse, Style tilted his head backwards as if distracted for a moment, slamming his palm flat against his forehead. "So I jumped in..." he groaned in a small voice, slowly dropping.

"... what would you have done if I hadn't noticed the signal...?

According to Stile's story, he woke up with the sound of my finger whistle and moved me momentarily before I woke up. It makes me laugh a little bit when I see the style that covers my face with one hand as it is, and the rarity is also a bit funny. Sure, Style was right, if you hadn't noticed the finger whistle then, I'd have done it under the cliff with Val, but... still.

"Right, I sure do...

I laughed bitterly and also lay my other hand on my hand, which remained connected to the style, wrapping his hand around me with both hands.

"Style said he would definitely come,... because it seemed so.

It seemed so because it was the style that supported and helped me so many times before. He said he would surely come if even the sound of the signal reached his ear. He didn't even wake up in response to how much noise and voicing he'd had until just now, but he said he was bound to come when he pinched… yes, enough to be sure.

When I thought so and laughed, Stayle dyed his face a little red after he rounded his eyes to get away from me. I thought you were angry, but when you turned your face to me again after one night, you turned to me with a gentle smile that looked a little lit. I'm glad that's it and keep it up. I cuddle up the style thoughtfully.

"Stayle is my prince!

Always beside me all the time, sometimes rushing in an instant to reach out to me. Because I really thought he looked like a prince reading in a picture book, though it might be sweet.... but I'll reflect a little later on if it would have been rude to say this to the first prince of the country.

Second, I get anxious that this time I was stunned by a style that doesn't respond to anything this time to my words. As I loosened my fearful, tight arms away and peered into the face of the style...

Her face was bright red like a boiled octopus.

The style doesn't move even while I panic over the thought of, uh, surprised at the style that solidifies like a relieved state with no expression, maybe holding it too tight or saying something so angry. I don't know what to do, maybe I'm feeling better because I moved suddenly...

"... hey, don't flirt with your sister and brother until you get off my top.

I heard a low, sighing-minded slurred voice from below. Seeing as Val finally embraced the situation, he stared at us with his eyes alone as we lay low. Shit, I totally forgot to leave.

Pull the hand of Boiled Dako's style as he apologizes and descends from above him. So Val finally woke up his upper body and looked around again after scratching his head gassy. Keep saying, "So, where are we...?" Asking Val, "he seemed as though his sense of reality had not yet returned.

I notice, too, and look around. I thought it was somewhere on the cliff, but I looked around...

"It's my auditorium.

Yes, the style with slightly faded redness of the face replied potpourring. She told me straight away, "I didn't know where it was safe for a moment."

"... bah... Kemon.

Batan, and Val fall to the ground again like he was utterly frightened. But if you were suddenly returning to our country even though you were falling earlier, there's no reason to be distracted.

It's like a re-minded style. "So, sister, what the hell...?" He asks me. So, I take a lot of breath myself. That's right. Is everyone okay with the bombing? I haven't been able to check everyone's safety since because I jumped under the cliff to chase Val the moment he fell. Get to the cliff! and asked him to do so after explaining the situation quickly, he took my hand and

I offered the other hand to Val.

Though I thought I would grab it without question from Style's previous attitude towards Val. Though faceless, Val and I were a little surprised by the way Val waited until he took his hand from us. As it were, the moment Val grabbed Steele's hand

Our vision switched again in an instant.