200 And spin.

"... so?

Put your arms together and Arthur, who is royal on the spot, stares at the style. Suddenly the talked style stared back at Arthur as he fixed the position of his glasses. "What is it," Arthur gave a sniffled laugh back.

"There's no way Temehe's leaving without anything to Master Pride.

Anyway, that's the real deal, isn't it? Style pulls up his mouth too, caught unexpectedly by Arthur, who says so. Keep your hands on Arthur's shoulder as you go,

I kicked his legs off with my right leg and let him fall as he pressed them onto the floor.

"Duh duh duh"

Style, with a bad grin, looked down at Arthur, who could only accidentally take a passive and roll on the floor. As it was, I accidentally turned my gaze from Arthur to something else when I put on Arthur's bad repaired smile.

"... and so on. Again, Captain Alan, Captain Column and Deputy Eric. As I'm sure you already know, me and Arthur are old friends.

Arthur flinches at the words of Style. Keep falling. Stay in position. Stile turned his gaze in the direction he turned his face too. I completely forgot because of the drunkenness and the reports from Stayle. Where was this place now? And who was in this room?

If you look at it with a little drunkenness and blood at the same time, the three senior knights were looking at this one with their eyes round.

"Hey... it's been a long time since I've seen Arthur speak in such a mess... I can tell the First Prince that much. What's not as good as you?

"I think Arthur is the only one who can at least wave his fist at Master Stayle...

"I knew you were friends with Master Stayle...... Arthur, refrain from speaking with your fists, even in your intimacy.

To the words of Alan, Eric, and Column. Arthur is speechless as he puffs his mouth.

Even though I was drunk and I couldn't see around, I was finally totally seen interacting with Stayle. Besides, to the point where I yelled, poked and preached. At once the embarrassment came in, and the bluer complexion gradually became red and red this time.

"As I told Arthur earlier, I will be away from my sister a lot for a while. Of course, there are many guards in the castle besides Kingsguard, sister. … but.

Once the words are cut, the style laughs. In the meantime, Arthur gets up in front of his predecessors and lines up next to the style. He deflected his face from the seniors so as to hide his red face, staring at the style. but Style opens his mouth further to the three knights in a way he doesn't care at all.

"... then I'm not at all relieved.

The attitude of the knights tightened naturally to the words of the low, clear style.

"To protect your sister, the First Princess of Pride. It's more of an obstacle, such as a human being who just escorts as a mission or a guard who just has the strength.... Honestly, I don't want to keep my sister close to you as the only person I don't trust.

Guillari, and for the first time, the eyes of Stile shine.

The knights reflexively embraced the sword in its hegemony, which resembled both hostility and murder.

Arthur standing next to me is a little confused by the style that intimidates senior knights. Style and I are friends, but I feel it's not appropriate to be in line with Style, who now stands as a royalty on this occasion, confronted by a senior knight. I even wonder if I should line up behind the seniors myself from uncomfortable.

But while I was confused, Style's words continued.

"It is you and Tiara that I trust wholeheartedly. It's just the Knights Commander and Deputy Commander, and Arthur here.... for five years now. Never, that doesn't change.

Jack the Kingsguard of Pride, Lotte and Marie the exclusive samurai, Val, Chemetho and Cefek who exchanged contracts for Jilbaer and slaves. And Leon, who was a good prince. Furthermore, the queen and the current parents, the queen and the queen, also have more trust in Style than before. But absolute trust. The presence that could bring it on remained unchanged.

"... I'm so sorry. But that's what I meant.

I know it's twisted. And to the laughing style, the hearts and minds of the columns listening in silence were not the same.

Why are we talking about it to ourselves now?

It's as if I can't hide my upset at a sudden confession from the First Prince that tells and makes me listen to the souvenirs of death.

I'm not so surprised because I originally knew I was friends with Arthur. But the first prince himself spoke of it, and let go of the fact that there were only five people he trusted. That would mean I don't put my trust in anyone else.

... even to ourselves right now in front of us.

Nothing strange, nothing to despise.

Because it is only natural that the First Prince, an assistant to the First Princess, doubts and inquisites everything, turns away and eliminates the one who hates the Princess.

Instead, if you are a merciful princess and a person beside a prestigious pride, you deserve to be so vigilant as an assistant.

And now, the hostility and the killing intentions that were not hidden in front of us were undoubtedly real.

The three of you wouldn't be surprised if Style said, "So I'll eliminate you because you're unreliable." He swallowed a spit at each of them and then stiffened himself to the words released from the style.

"So," Style's mouth opens. I fix my grin again, sequentially capturing and looking around the eyes of the three of them.

"Most Squad, Captain Alan Bernards.

Alan, called by name, whose earlier rap solidified like a lie, quietly dampened his forehead with sweat. Understand that it is Arthur's friend in front of you, not the First Prince.

"Squad three, Captain Column Bordeaux.

Now the column opens its eyes. He nods silently to answer the words of the style, and firmly corrects his posture to look back at the style. So that you can respond immediately, no matter what you are ordered to do.

"Most Squad, Deputy Eric Gilchrist.

Finally, Eric swallows another spit. Put your strength into the arms you put together behind you, and contrary to that, your fingertips get tense and cold. My heart rattled instantly at the next word I could be told.

And I'm told. From that mouth of the first prince, the next Regent, who gains second power in this country in the next generation.... clearly.

"I want you to be your Kingsguard knights.

Pokan, and.

Everyone on the spot lost their words and doubted their ears with their mouths wide open. Even Arthur, who refrained next to the style, stares at the style with his eyes like a plate.

In the meantime, only Stayle went on to say the words as if the reactions of the four were within the assumption.

"It's impossible to leave it to Arthur alone to escort your sister all day while I'm away. He also has assignments and exercises as a knight. That's why from now on, I'd like you to escort my First Princess while sharing it with the four of us, including you. As an official Kingsguard knight.

"... Um... can I have one...?

With a bokan look, the column quietly raised its hand. Go ahead, and the column cuts its mouth again like it's still incredible when Style urges it.

"It's a very, incredibly honorable story. But why did you take us...? Earlier, I heard that we weren't trusting enough with Mr. Steele.

Alan and Eric nodded over and over again at the words of the column. Style laughs at the way it looks. The grin, which also mixed bitterness, was a heartfelt grin.

"Sure, I am.... but Arthur...

Unexpectedly gazed from the style, Arthur, who had been obscured until just now, raised and lowered his surprising not very shoulders. "It's me," he said, pointing to himself, then swimming his eyes into the gaze of the three senior knights.

"You've been telling me and my sister a lot since the annihilation a year ago. Especially about these three knights.

Arthur looks to the words and gaze of a sober style.

We did talk a lot. Because after the annihilation war, Pride and Style became familiar with the senior knights. That's why if I realized about nature and senior knights, I would have talked about it.

As it was added, "Well, mainly about Captain Column," he accidentally blocked Stile's mouth with his hands. Seeing it, he looked away as if he had heard it and the column lit up, Alan, Eric laughing with his eyes alone.

"As much as you trust people, you can tell by listening.

When he quietly paid off his hand blocking his mouth, he said so and gently slapped Arthur's chest on the back of his hand.

Trust from Arthur. Without it, even during Leon's rescue, Style would never have answered Alan and the others' questions about his special abilities.

Keep it up. Turn around again Alan and the others.

"So I can be trusted. Arthur, with whom I have absolute trust, truly respects and trusts you.... and you who understand and trust Arthur properly.

In Style's words, the three of them recall an earlier conversation. While Arthur was away, and Style himself asked for words.

'... from all of you, what do you think frankly about Arthur?

"From your eyes, … and rumors and ratings from the other side,"

The three of us understand that it was not Arthur, but a question to identify ourselves.

'I'm relieved.... now me too'

And that's when he gained the trust of Steele.

"I need it. Sister, protect the First Princess of Pride. But not yet... not enough.

Again, Style talks. own determination to them.

"We are already ready to make the Knight Captain, Deputy Captain, a Kingsguard knight at the hands of the Prime Minister. If you are good, you will soon officially receive a letter of appointment of your three to the Knights.

Next Moment

The three knights knelt down to the spot at the same time.

with a strong will to do so.

Just keep your eyes firmly on the First Prince.

To those eyes Steele gave a satisfying grin, and turned her own eyes to Arthur.

"For once, let me ask you something, Arthur.

One Arthur, upset by the illusion that he is kneeling down to his predecessors because he is next to Style, looks back at Style's words.

"Is Captain Alan, Captain Column, and Deputy Eric worthy of being your sister's Kingsguard knight?

How do you see things? My mouth looses unexpectedly on the style I ask.

Answers and such are decided. Because every one of them is a knight Arthur respects.

As the senior knight watched him, Arthur squeezed his lips and pulled a step away from the style. I don't need words. Re-facing the body to the style, slowly on the spot

- I knelt.

Above all, it was the answer.

"I want to protect you with these people."

Arthur's deeply lowered head did tell the story.

Satisfied with the response from his friends, Style turns again to the three knights.

"I want you to be a spear to protect my sister. Even without a shield, keep the wicked away from the spear.

The three knights uttered their voices untouched by the words of Stayle, and answered. Put that willingness where you want it.

"Thank you.... Please, Sister, thank you very much from now on.

Give thanks to the three knights and laugh. He slowly took a step back and crouched down to peek into its face in front of Arthur, who knelt down to himself.

"Don't get distracted, too, do you? Arthur."

Arthur looks up at the low voice color and sudden words as he hits and changes against the senior knight. Then what a bad-looking style was there.

"You don't understand anyway, but it's not like your Kingsguard knight's tenure has been severed. Rather, more. From now on, it has nothing to do with anything, and I will escort your sister. [M] It's not the same as being called only when something happens.... Stay tuned.

Niyali, Arthur opens his eyes to a laughing style. Arthur has known this belly-black grin for a long time. "What do you mean by that..." Style slapped his hands punched as he tried to ask.

"So how about a pre-celebration? Celebrate the formation of the new Kingsguard Knights.

Alan jumped up in momentum to the hilariously bright tone of laughing style. No, no, no, no! He raised his voice and rushed out to the liquor cabinet to open the tallest wine quickly.

"Wait, Alan! You know that, but not until you're officially appointed! You know what I mean.

"Captain Alan, shall I prepare something for myself?

At the same time, the column, Eric's voice, rose and Arthur missed the time to hear it back to Style altogether. As he rose from the spot to be caught by the senior knight, the style lay more words on himself.

"What do you say, Arthur? Am I supposed to be a good enough escort without you?

They say so confidently, and I laugh when I see the good look on Style's face. "Ha!" he laughed with his nose, another grin zeroed unexpectedly at the figure of a senior knight who began to lean his booze into the glass.

... I can protect Master Pride from these people. Wow, that's comforting.

With an admiring knight, together.

Style was a comforting ally elected for Pride and Arthur. Uncomplained elite for Arthur.... just still.

"... ma. I don't have any more partners than you.

To protect Lord Pride. I gently slapped Style on the back while continuing to do so.

Bong, and Style opened his eyes to the word and looked back to Arthur. Shortly after I saw it, Arthur's face, laughing in the light, was pointed at me.

"You will always protect Master Pride together, won't you?"

Shh, and I show my teeth and laugh, tilting my fists gently into the style. When I saw that, the style laughed small, too, and let me guess by trying to match my fist to Arthur's fist to respond.

"Naturally.

Friend's,... partner's. Style can't hide his joy in unexpected words.

Now I gave it back with a full smile.