160 135. The knight realizes.

Since I heard rumors about Prince Leon from Stayle, I have had anxiety.

I was wondering if such a human being would be the king and queen of this country, or if he would really make Master Pride happy.

Still, I didn't even think I deserved to complain like the First Prince's style just for being a Kingsguard knight.

It's just... I couldn't help but get my chest crouched at Birthday.

When I saw the pride in a different feminine dress again, my heart sounded so buggy as to break as soon as I saw it in front of me, and I thought it was like someone else. Even when I exchange words, I can't always say it well. Still, Master Pride laughed gently at me without worrying.

"Thank you Arthur. Nice to see you again.

... when I heard the words, my chest suddenly hurt.

The thought of you staying with Lord Pride and the fact that... you have to keep looking at Master Pride alongside your fiancée.

But most importantly, it's about protecting Master Pride. I managed to laugh and nod.

When Lord Pride went out with the pale-haired prince, I somehow wondered if that man was his fiancée. I was already far-sighted then, but the two people in line looked great.

... In the fiancée announcement, I blessed you with your fathers, but I couldn't really look directly at you. The face of the other prince, as well as the face of Lord Pride, who would be making him happy.

After the next day's audition with Style, Lord Pride, who could descend under the castle, introduced me to Prince Leon.

... Since then, I have felt uncomfortable.

And I rode into the carriage with Dear Pride, Style and Prince Leon before being rocked by the carriage, which became more than uncomfortable.

"Pride, when I'm with you, I think I'm even happy for the time I'm just rocked by a carriage like this... it seems so.

I honestly only saw Lord Pride holding me up to Prince Leon and whispering sweet words. That hurt my chest oddly, but more than that, I could hardly face it.

Pasted to the point where fear ran, on Prince Leon's smile.

At first I didn't even question it because I thought it was an official place called Birthday Festival. Even Style always does that in social settings, and I guess so.

Next thing you know, they introduced you in front of the carriage. That creepy grin was directed at me when Prince Leon greeted me back with his head down. But that's not royal either. I thought you couldn't help a lower end like me.

Except in the carriage.

Even when you hold Lord Pride's shoulder.

Even when you take Lord Pride's hand.

Even when you whisper sweet words to Master Pride.

Even when I was getting out of the carriage and making contact with people under the castle.

Even when answering questions about the style.

All the time, all the time.

Another heterogeneous smile at all, both Style's manicured smile and the kind of grin that overshadows all of Chancellor Gilbert's.

As I kept whispering that I loved Lord Pride, his face had nothing but a smile that I had painted and consolidated. That's all I got, my anger for Prince Leon. I wonder why, with such a smile cemented in lies and falsehoods, we overlay to Lord Pride a sweet word that is pointlessly not in our hearts over and over again.

While the carriage rocked me, the rumors I heard from Stayle about Prince Leon crept into my ear and couldn't leave. She said she was a famous woman in her country. Credibility to the rumor jumped to the sight in front of me.

Plus, Lord Pride.

Always, even Lord Pride pointed a lot of heartfelt smiles at knights like me, guests, and people he met under the castle, all the way to Prince Leon with the smiles he had taken care of.

Far away, my chest tightened to its side like someone else.

It's like you haven't expected anything from Prince Leon from the start, with that smile on your face.

The way they were supposed to look like they were in a friendly line only showed up in my eyes completely separate.

In front of Prince Leon, Stayle had the usual fixed smile, and Prince Leon had pasted a scared running smile, and even that pride had a lying smile...

I felt sick in a space where there was nothing but a smile all over the paste. Even before, I've been invited to escorts and ceremonies on knightly assignments to places filled with smiles like that. I've been used to seeing it since I was a kid, and it was enough to catch my eye.

But no. That prince's grin was too heterogeneous, and even Lord Pride took care of it more than it did on top of it… he felt too sick and was desperate to contain the nausea from the way in. I wanted to hold my mouth at least, but I couldn't be disrespectful like that in front of the royal family, squeezing my fist and even enduring it.

After delivering the prides to the castle, he hurried away and spit them out at once, thinking they were not good for boulders.

... No, those two.

I know, so much so that I shouldn't talk to the politics of the country. It also means you don't deserve that.

But what if you marry that prince and Lord Pride keeps hanging that smile and sweet words just on his mouth all the time?

What if Lord Pride keeps coming up with all those nasty manicured smiles? It's not just the prince, Steele, Tiara, the people,... to me, too.

I'm sure I can't stand it.

I want that guy to be happy.

It doesn't matter how hard or painful I am.

But I don't like that guy who thinks best of his country and his people is going to keep falsifying his smile all the time for that.

That's when you saved me with that grin, when that man's heart died.

That's what I can handle, too.

……

To my story, Style jammed his words like he was out of line, and for a while, he didn't seem to be able to say anything.

Only eyes that remained at me were shaking like they were terribly confused.

The discomfort and anger of that time also swung back while I spoke to Stayle, and my heart boiled over and over again. "I mean," it was after quite some time that I finally started opening my mouth to see if I could catch up on my head organizing.

"You and Prince Leon almost always had a false grin...?

"That's right. At least that's all I could see in my eyes.

How good would it be if it was just my fault? As soon as I spilled it like I was throwing it away, Steele muttered in a small voice, "My pride..." Much of it is still confusing. Keep it up, and scratch your own head with one hand.

"Why...? Why should Prince Leon do that to your sister? To promptly enter into marriage as a representative of the state...? No, why in the first place... I didn't say anything bad about Prince Leon at the stage I heard last night. He didn't seem to know any rumors about Prince Leon, or at least to my eyes he was acting like he was favoring his sister. Why can't I turn my sister to Prince Leon with a smile you don't even have in your heart...?

"I don't know. Does Master Pride also realize the nature of Prince Leon, that the marriage itself is not originally a ride, … is Prince Leon gripping you even weakly?

As soon as I said the last word, I heard the back of the chair I squeezed screaming and at the same time the stiles eating and tying my teeth tight. If that prince intentionally took away that man's real smile, he'll never let it go.

"... if for any reason, sister, you are a man of endurance for the good of your country. You wouldn't want to dissolve your engagement even if you had a reason not to like marrying Prince Leon. And... not all of Prince Leon's personality has yet been denied.

Yeah, but my stomach ached so I could burn it, and when I put my strength in my hand again, my back finally made a noise and I took half off.

I know, even if you're not in love or anything like that, it's the vessel you deserve to be king's mate.

It's only my solitary endeavor to wish Lord Pride well with someone he's fallen in love with. I just still couldn't get those two sticky smiles off my head after all.

Second, I have a strange chill and look only at the style. His eyes were so bloody open that he was releasing a dos black hegemony from all over his body with his fingertips against the edges of his glasses.

"... tomorrow, after Prince Leon returns home, he will speak to his mother from me.... my sister. I thought your fiancée deserved it, and so did the reason.

I had some anxiety about that word, but still the boiling of my chest finally subsides a little. Exhale for a long time trying to calm down as it is.

"... right. I don't want to bless Lord Pride very much either.

"Yeah, it's more of a momentum you're about to wield that sword.

I say "n" back to Style's words, but he didn't hear me already. He was whining about bumps and "if you could just get your hands on a woman in a really easy way, I'd grab your tail." I'm kidding, I'm gonna slash a guy on the spot who's got his hands on a woman other than Master Pride.

"... and then I hope Prince Leon doesn't do anything weird to Master Pride until his return tomorrow morning.

If only I could properly hear Lord Pride's true intentions in the absence of Prince Leon, I and Style might be able to do something about it. In case the prince grips you weak, or you have to do what the prince wants. If there's a reason, then.

Instead of a broken back, he clutches his sword hard with his unconscious prick on his hips.

"Style, why don't you call it in and say something like this until tomorrow morning?"

Look at me, the minute I tried to say that, the words stopped there.

Obviously Style's complexion is strange. I sweat on my forehead and my eyes behind the glasses I hold down are shaking violently. Plus he was completely out of my sight. Even though he is often faceless, he is so easily understood and upset to begin with.

"Hey, what's up, stay"

"Anything. No.

Style cut the word before I finished. No, it doesn't matter what you think. Suddenly the boiled heat to the point just now is pulled away by the attitude of the stile.

"It's time for me to go back. See you at the auditorium tomorrow at the usual time. Never be late.

When you said that to me in one breath so fast that you couldn't hear what you were talking about for a moment, you didn't even hear a word to stop it, and Style disappeared on the move momentarily.

... I have a really bad feeling about this.

For a moment, I imagine something extraordinary because it was night. I slapped myself on the cheek with a quick strike to dispel my weird delusions. No, you know what, on a boulder. Even though it's only been three days since we met. Were you influenced by Prince Leon's sweet words today? My cheeks get hot, scratch my head and delude me.

But it's good to talk to Stayle. I might have been seriously early by myself.

One more day, just one more day. That way I can also listen to you and Master Pride. I can also help you properly.... Don't even look at Dear Pride, Style or Tiara like that.

... I know with my head. Assuming that Prince Leon is the worst person in the world, Lord Pride's engagement is a testament to his alliance. If you think about it with a slightly cold head like this, you can never dissolve your engagement simply because it was filled with a smile you fixed. This is not the will of the person, this is the will of the nations.

But still, I still wish.

As a tiny, mere citizen who admires Lord Pride.

He really wants that guy to be happy.