220 181. The knights discuss each other.

"... and I can't believe that Hanazoo is in five days. Even though I haven't been out of tune in forever.

Late at night, Alan whines as he pours his own liquor into the glass. After dropping off Leon, I remember how Pride went to tell the Queen about the visit of the United Hanazoo kingdom on that leg.

"I was surprised myself. I've never heard of visiting so suddenly.

Eric nods. Tilt the jock's liquor slightly, but his eyes were firmly directed towards Alan.

"Master Pride had been sent a letter to interact with Hanazoo more than before. but why so suddenly... Besides, what is positive about an alliance?

The column continues, remembering Leon's words. As it was, he turned to the knight sitting in the seat across the street asking for his consent.

"Yes.... Me too, I think so. Besides, it does take ten days each way for a royal carriage called Hanazoo, doesn't it?

Arthur nods too, twisting his neck. Tilt the jock in your hand for a bite and said, "Hey?" He spoke to the young man next to him.

"Oh. That would mean that the day after that I left a message with Prince Leon, I was already heading to the Kingdom of Friesia and I was out of the country. It doesn't matter what you think.

Includes a sip of alcohol so that the young man follows Arthur. And he put the jock down once at the same time as he swallowed it, putting his arms together and keeping his body on his back. Alan, I opened my mouth to the column to make sure it was intact.

"Besides, you did say in today's Prince Leon story that you wanted to get closer to your sister, didn't you?

Alan and Column responded instantly to Style's words.

For a year now, Stayle had been drinking in Alan's room after returning to his room after completing his regency duties, all three of the Kingsguard knights with Arthur from time to time.

Mainly according to the timing of the instant move to Arthur, he was not hesitant to join the conversation when there were only four Kingsguard knights anyway when he was drinking with the other knights.

So hearing from them about how Pride was doing these days was also a covert pleasure for Style.

"Yeah, sure.... Honestly, that kind of offer to Lord Pride is not uncommon right now...

The look on the column quietly distresses me. He dropped his eyes into the jock to distract him, clouding his words.

Everyone roars small at each of the words in the column. Now, since Pride's dissolution of his engagement, the nobles in the country had, of course, received successive offers of interaction and engagement wishes from royalty in other countries.

However, it is true that the chair of Pride's fiancée is still vacant because it is the second engagement and there is no hope of "wanting to meet" from Pride himself, who looked through the letter.

"So that's still why the Second Prince weighed this meeting with Friesia...?

Ask Eric to gaze at the complexion of the captain or the style.

Not surprisingly. Even if, as the royal princes of other countries do, the second prince of the kingdom of Sursis raises a heavy waist in his quest for engagement to Pride.

Because that's all the Kingdom of Friesia, and its first heir to the throne, Pride, deserves.

"The age of the Second Prince is seventeen this year.... same age as you, sister.

There is no provision for fiancées to be older. If you're seventeen, you're the perfect age to get engaged in the kingdom of Friesia. Rather, it is also convincing if you want to try to interact at this time because you are old enough to be named as a fiancée candidate.

"You don't hear any other rumors about Hanazoo during your regency duties?

Arthur asks Style what he thinks of Style. If the world situation and diplomacy come with a specialist Vest Regent, it's not surprising that such information and rumors come into your ear.

"... because this is a country that has largely cut off relations with the outside world over the last few decades. The only deal that goes on would also be about Anemone, a major trading country. Gold and minerals flourished and flourished with it before closing the country… Uncle Vest also said that he was an excellent king with an eye for the world situation as well as for former First Prince Lance, the current king. But I have little information about Prince Cedric. It also sounded hard to say that I'm not very good at what Prince Leon said before...

The knights roar small at Style's words. Some distrust of the second prince had also seeped into that expression. Especially the five who are now on this occasion burn in their eyes the ugliness of a second third prince with a brilliant brother a year ago.

"... well, sometimes the brother of the good First Princess is the excellent next Regent.

After a brief silence, Arthur opened his mouth, perceiving everyone's feelings, and casually slapped Style on the shoulder.

"Sure," the senior knights nodded deeply at the words, laughing quietly at Arthur and the slightly eye-opening style. Style, who didn't think he was going to talk to me, gave Arthur the invincible grin of not just saying "you know what I mean" after a beat.

"... well, in five more days, you'll know whether or not to respond. You must also adjust to your Kingsguard knight during the first visit of the Prince.

Like a blindfold, Stayle sipped a sip of booze and looked straight at Arthur as well as the columns. Three knights draw on it and nod, and the column adds a word "I'll adjust it".

Only Arthur wrinkled between his brows anxiously. Previously, he still cared about putting unnecessary worries on Leon's suspicious eyes and style because of his eyesight.

But as Style struck it off, pouring booze into Arthur's jock himself, he made a dong noise and put the bottle on the table. He turned to Arthur, who shook his shoulders in surprise, and cut the words "more than that, it is". Hold the edge of your glasses with your fingertips quietly as you are.

"Arthur, I'm not satisfied yet.

In a daring low voice, Stayle told Arthur. If you look at someone you don't know about the two of you, it's an atmosphere that also looks as if Style is scolding Arthur.

Arthur, who responds silently to Style's words with only his eyes, waited as he did for the next word.

"Don't think I'm satisfied enough to be deputy captain of the Eighth Squad.

Because of the booze, or do you dare to do this too? With his eyes sitting, Stayle stared at Arthur in both of those eyes.

Arthur gobbled his throat at at the word "about." Style pulls his mouth up as satisfied with the reaction.

"Not yet, not enough.

He elbowed to the table, mumbling a little fun, slurring and pointing his long index finger at Arthur.

"Try to satisfy me more, Arthur.

Are you still a little drunk? Style's voice went into the room with a smaller voice that seemed in a better mood than usual.

When Arthur was promoted, he couldn't speak with satisfaction because he was in front of many knights. Since several knights were celebrating Arthur's promotion until late earlier, I couldn't tell them anything.

It was the moment when Style was finally told the words he wanted to say in person to his partner, Arthur, who had completely missed the opportunity to meet Arthur in person in conjunction with his own regency work during the day.

"... Ha!... Of course not.

When I gently pay for the stile fingertips with the back of my hand, I give it back with a grin as it is.

It was also the first time that the style, which constantly adjusts the amount of drinks on its own, looked like such a drunk in public. That's all I was happy about Arthur's promotion, and the three knights nodded in my heart many times I guess I wanted to say a word.

"... ah. By the way, is Master Steele satisfied with how much Arthur would have been promoted?

Second, Alan raised his voice as I came up with it. It's an inquiry because he's a slightly intoxicated staying opponent. To Alan's words, Stayle looked lightly at each face and turned to Arthur with a niggling and bad grin, returning, "Right.

"Well, you can do it satisfactorily if you go as far as the Knights Commander.

Buh-buh and Arthur blew out the liquor just in their mouths. The senior knights seemed a little predictable, smiling bitterly at Style's challenges and Arthur's reaction and looking at each other.

"Ba... bah, bah! What did you say in front of the captains?

Arthur looked back and raised his voice when he alternated between Stayle and his predecessors to the remark that even the knight captains and deputy captains in front of him in the dark.

"What, you're not sure you can beat the Knights Commander?

"The Knights are different from the Eighth Squad. The Knights are not sweet enough to serve only with the strength of their swords."

At last Alan couldn't stop laughing at Arthur's words, which sounded confident that if only the sword could beat the Knights captain, depending on how he heard them. I realize that, and Eric and Column also look at each other with a "Arthur-like" bite out of their laughter. Still in the meantime, Style relentlessly said, "If you know what I mean, increase your overall strength." and hunted Arthur down.

"... Well, you're sure it's not easy to be the Knights Commander.

Eric first called out to Arthur to give him a help boat. Nodding at it, the column continues with laughter.

"Competencies are naturally required, too, because unlike the captain or deputy captainship, which can be replaced from time to time by the provisions of each squad or the will of the current captain, in the case of the Knights and deputy captains, it will not change unless the person is killed or retired or dismissed.

"Both Chief Roderick Knights and Deputy Clark are still on active duty, so...!

Alan laughs and tunes in with his cheek cane. From the eyes of the captain of the knight, those two men, who barely make him feel old, will remain active for at least ten years, or twenty years longer.

Arthur tilted the jock with a sigh of relief at the captains' words.

"Then you're still ahead of me to satisfy me.

I put my hand on Arthur's shoulder as Style laughed sarcastically. Then Arthur glanced lightly at the chill, pointing a face that lit Russia with booze at the style.

"Wow, I'm good because I'll do what I can.... It's my job as a Kingsguard to protect Lord Pride.

Every senior knight on the spot just fucking laughed at Arthur, who said something unfaithful on the back of his back. The senior knights were somehow drawing on his true meaning and pre-construction to Arthur, who bends Heso because he says it's virtually difficult for him as he is.

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Everyone laughs at the words of Arthur, who shrugged as he turned his back. A slightly childish statement by Arthur reminded me that he was only a teenager. Alan took a seat in his hand with the liquor bottle still containing the contents, and stood behind Arthur, the infidel. The roots of silver hair bracketed in a single bottle were squeamish and rambling from the top.

"You know what? That's right. Even bareback fights have been a good match for me lately."

Arthur, turning to a sudden raid from Alan, said in a panic, "No, please don't!" He raised his voice.

"Then the rest of the challenge is sniping and operational command capability, huh? The next Knight Commander.

The column nods unaware of Eric teasing Arthur with a laugh as he rides Alan.

"Not as good a sniper as Eric, either, but Arthur would be better. He also has good judgment on the spot. Is the rest of it like operational command or something?... I'll teach you next time, if that's okay.

"Whoa! Good man, we need to stretch more there in ten years and twenty years! Hey, you're gonna let the elite column get you ahead of you, aren't you? The next Knight Commander.

Arthur leans down without even being able to resist Alan pouring booze all over the jocks of Dobadoba and Arthur. The face that covered his mouth with one hand was even more red than just now because of the liquor or whether it lit up.

"Give me a break...

But I would love your guidance on the operational command, and the column nodded when Arthur was connected with his muffled voice, and he rang out, "Alan, it's time to stop drinking to Arthur".

"It won't be the same as a knight, but I'll take care of it myself. I wish you could come about my brains. The next Knights Commander.

Arthur finally thrust his head into Style's words. The long silver hair, disturbed and unraveled by Alan, was shaken with a gushing and painful sound.

"... well, if you're free at night, please.

Arthur returns the words without awakening the fire lights for a bit. I completely untied the string that bracketed my hair once and missed my eye as I retied it again.

"... I'll take care of it. I'll teach you so harshly that even fools can tell.

Style, who made sure his glasses weren't broken, now glanced at Arthur as he held onto his punched forehead. I grabbed Arthur's silver hair bracketed in the original one as it was and pulled it all the way back in retribution.

"What the hell was that?"

"What if my glasses break?" said Arthur, who was pulled and had a back to his head, Style roughing up his voice. Speaking of which, Temehe! and say it back as Arthur desperately resists spilling out of his chair.

"... it's about Arthur, other than the royal family, who can only do that to the first prince.

In a fight between the two, Alan, who has softly evacuated from the side of Arthur behind Column and Eric, speaks to them.

These days, Arthur was speaking naturally to Style in front of us.

"It's true. And it's been like that for a long time.

"On the contrary, the person Arthur speaks to is about the same as Style, as far as we know.

"Well,... because Arthur and Master Steele are still teenagers.

Alan and Column nod deeply and heavily at Eric's words.

teenagers. The youthfulness of the two youths in front of us even dazzled the three senior knights, thinking they were old enough to have no more ties to them.

As we poured booze into each other's jocks, we hit the jocks without a signal and drank them out at the same time.

Too young a candidate for the next Regent and next Knights as he dishes his liquor.

That this was the quiet before the storm.

They don't know yet.