252 210. The knight and his brother-in-law will not forgive and forgive.

"... I see, is that what you mean?

Sunset late at night.

Katan, and Stayle shrugged as he rattled a relatively brand new chair with his feet.

"Neither did I expect you to take Prince Cedric with you two days ago today.

Put your arms together and squeal like a roar.

"... I can't believe... Lord Pride was still on guard about Prince Cedric.... Still."

"I hate you the most in the world, I'll be on your side."

"... I knew you couldn't push me away. Dear Pride."

Remembering the words Pride unleashed on Cedric, Arthur gently tilted the glass in his hand.

Apart from the chair on which the styles were hung, he lowered his hips to the backless chair in front of the desk for writing and turned his body toward the styles so as to face each other.

After assuming the position of deputy captain, the room also changed and was transferred to a large room around the lid. Originally, Arthur had less loads to put aside than the minimum necessary stuff, and after moving the room, he seemed to have less personal stuff than Galan and extra.

In the middle of the night, as usual, after completing his regency duties, Style had visited Arthur's room after returning to his room.

To ask Arthur why Pride took Cedric this morning, not only from Pride's mouth, but beside him.

"That's what you are, sister, I knew it.... I knew, since six years ago.

Six years ago.

I have ordained the sinner Val to come unto himself when he lay down the covenant of his servants, and when he asked for help, from that time forth.

What makes her reach out to whoever she is.

"Still,... there's nothing you can't forgive at all, sister.

Style mouthed to tell herself, unconsciously lifting her own dark hair.

He knows that a year ago Pride couldn't forgive two of his younger brothers princes for setting Leon up, and that he has suffered.

"Ah.... merely that I must not have wanted to forgive.

I wielded violence against Pride, and made her cry with kindness in her heart. Only that fact still swirls in Arthur.

Style also perceived it from Arthur's words and replied with only his eyes. Stayle herself, that thing still holds in its roots.

"I don't need to forgive you anything else.... you, in particular.

"Ah?"

Arthur twisted his neck to Style's words. I drank out the contents of the glass with a bite while giving it back.

But Style went on to say "more than that" without answering any questions.

Arthur still doesn't know Cedric picked a dish for himself. If I told Arthur that now, there was a certainty in Steele that he would not be able to hide his killing of Cedric.

"Sister, you welcomed Prince Cedric, just in case Captain Column did, didn't you?

Arthur affirms a word in Style's words.

"... but Captain Column never stopped.... Me too.

Floating his gaze into the universe nowhere, Arthur murmured at the end as if to speak to himself.

That time, I tried to stop Pride and they stopped me. I could have pulled Cedric off when Pride pushed him down. Still.

I didn't think I'd stop it.

That time I saw Cedric and Pride, I did think to myself.

He wants to help.

I can't forgive him for what he did. And it's not something to be forgiven. Because for us, we worked disrespectfully and exercised our power over people important to our country.

Still, apart from that.

There was a different dimension there than forgiving, not forgiving.

It just made me want to suffer in front of you and reach out to the person who got hit me too.

"Maybe it's that guy's... pride influence.

Pathetic, I don't want to forgive you, but Arthur, whining, looked up to the ceiling to weaken as he was, and strayed from his back. Style thought, looking silently at the condition, and returned a word to Arthur.

"No, you've been that kind of person for a long time.... for a long time.

Unlike me, Style laughed in her mouth. Arthur said to that grin, "Really?" and cast doubt on it. The grin of Style itself had become much familiar to Arthur.

When the style rises out of the chair to make stretches, he says clearly in a tone like a twist.

"Nothing good, you, Tiara... sister, you. I won't forgive only one of them, no matter who they are. That's all.

Exhaling to pull the force out of his stretched back, Style appropriately sat back in the chair. I put my legs together and it looked much easier than it had just been.

"My will hasn't changed for a long time. I will show you in words as many times as I can that I should never forgive you again. [M]... but you're the last one to decide.

Of course, so are you. and pointed his index finger toward Arthur's brain, so as to shoot him.

"That's who you are, Sister, Tiara and you are.... that kind of person is not something you can try to be.

Honestly, it's not a lie to say I envy those three.

I just made up my mind. Nine years ago, indeed.

Even if I stain myself black, I just need to get my pure white pride dirty.

"Neither Jilbert nor Val, nor Prince Cedric II, will forgive me for that sin alone for the rest of my life. That's what I've been doing for a long time.

I fixed the position of the glasses with my fingertips and made a cackling noise. There is no self-derision. Rather, I'm a little proud of myself if I think it's the only role I can play.

"... wow, you are.

I was cautious of the appearance of such a style. It's a pure, untrue feeling. Arthur is also envious of the core strength of the style, just as Arthurs is envious of being upright and gentle everywhere.

I placed a single elbow on the side desk and stayed on my cheek cane and looked at the style. To a sudden compliment, Stayle held the black edge of her glasses with her fingers to hide the odor of illumination.

"Boulder, the next Regent to support Master Pride.

Arthur, realizing the style lit up, tells the truth to tease him a little. But he returned "don't take it for granted" without being able to illuminate about it, and Style let Arthur go the other way.

"Even you would be a Kingsguard knight protecting your sister.

Arthur waved gently at Style's words. Not as good as you, but I said so.

"I'm not the only Kingsguard knight right now, there are four of them. You're not the only one.

There is no reason to despise knights, nor is there any dissatisfaction with the increase in Kingsguard knights. More than anything else, it's proud and comforting. Still, the way Style was also dazzling for Arthur.

"Two days ago, when I went to Prince Cedric, Lord Pride was waiting for your break.

That's all he needed, and Arthur looked a little proud of the style. Arthur is proud of the style he relies on for his pride, though he has had more time to leave since he was involved in the regency business.

"? What, you don't know?

Unexpectedly, Style's eyes rounded. Unable to absorb the words, Arthur took the water drain in front of him, tilting his neck. Tilt the water into the empty glass so as to get your mind back on. Style, who sensed Arthur awaiting an answer, opened his mouth again to a slight sigh mix.

"At that time, I took a break during the morning because it was during your time at the helm of the Kingsguard Knight,... hope from you, sister.

Zabaaaa...

The contents of Arthur's tilted water filled the glass vigorously and even overflowed as it was.

Hey, Style calls out when it's overflowing, but Arthur even forgot to blink with his hands stopped. I can't keep up with my thoughts and my mouth is open and my eyes are nailed to the style.

"... ah?

"You're saying you're special to your sister, too, and you need it, idiot.

I have no choice but to stand up and move instantly next to Arthur, who remains a pocan. The water was recovered from Arthur, who remained inclined unchanged.

Zero to the style, Arthur finally regained consciousness and realized that the water was overflowing from his desk to his feet. Arthur remembers the words of today's pride as he hurriedly wipes the accumulated water at his feet with a nearby cloth.

Stay by my side.

"Eh ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

Glad to hear it.

The joy erupted suddenly at that time, as if the switch had been switched.

I couldn't contain the heat on my face as I leaned my face down while wiping off the water on the floor and stripping red.

He told me he wanted me to stay by his side.

It's not just about protecting him, it's just about being beside him that can help him.

And in the presence of an excellent Kingsguard knight named Captain Column, Captain Alan, and Deputy Eric, he chose himself on purpose.

That's not all, "even that favor.

The more I thought about it, the happier Arthur was.

After the wipe is finished, Arthur rises with a cloth containing water in one hand. The complete face of what I would try to hide my mouth and delude into a downward mood was red and on fire.

"... finally, Master Pride... no.

"I know.

To Arthur's unparalleled mourning, Style said a word back with a laugh.

Arthur, who kept the window open and squeezed the cloth aside, smiled contentedly. "It's time for me to go back. Don't you dare turn into Prince Cedric. Keep your eyes open," he said, turning to Arthur to see if he had forgotten anything. Then Arthur, who abruptly closed the window, spoke softly, "Style". What, I just turned my face and looked back, and there was Arthur, still showing his teeth and laughing at himself without losing redness.

"I'm counting on you, too.

buddy. And at the end of the day, he laughed and accidentally Style hid his mouth from breaking.

"... that too, I know.

He pressed the edge of the glasses hard with his fingers, facing forward so as to hide each face, and the styles moved instantly as they were.

Returning to his familiar private room, he stood on the spot for a while without settling his hips and looked up out the window.

The moon was just leaking light trying to get its face out of the clouds.

"... I'll try to protect it.

... forgiving people is not a big deal.

And don't forgive me for staying... sometimes it's terribly painful.

But still, I keep being.

To protect your pride.

I'll do what Arthur can't.

Just like Arthur is doing what I can't.

From the promise made six years ago, that remains the same.

If Pride will still stay pure white, I'll dye it black for that matter.

I will not forgive those whom she forgives, those who believe, those who reach out.

She said, "Kindness," and I said, "Hardness."

"... Unfortunately, the only thing that absolutely made me cry my pride is giving me guidance.

I finally fall back on the bed exhaling. Bohoo, I made a noise and left it to fall in and keep my body.

"And then you tried to talk to Pride about abusive behavior..."

As I counted my fingers, I noticed and took off my glasses. Move it on your desk, then meditate your eyes. I just put it in my mouth and the anger at that time boiled out again.

Honestly, if you also put in some personal feelings, you ruined your promotion celebration to Arthur, you wasted Tiara's hard work cooking with Pride, you reached out to Pride, and even tried to repair your friendship with Pride to the extent of an apology, you were drawn to Pride and visited during a glance, all of which pissed me off.

Plus, the Knights speech by Pride today. At that time, my chest was somewhat upset apart from anger when I remembered one whining word to me that answered a question from Prince Cedric II.

"You're a beautiful man."

That's what Prince Cedric II said after he questioned me waiting for pride under the high ground.

That's how he shrugged at the pride that showered the knights.

Two days ago, I had a strange feeling from the way I begged for forgiveness from Pride. That's why I went in between and stabbed the nail telling Pride not to forgive me either. Yet today he pulled his hand, and so praised Pride as a grunt, not to make Pride listen.

Why are you so angry that your pride has been praised? I don't know that.

Just one. I can say with certainty...

"I will never forgive you.

One shrugged like that, and at the end of the day, Stayle dived into bed.

Is that Cedric's word on what he's done so far? Or is it a word for his emotions that I think I caught a glimpse of less?

Think that far and close your eyes with much more force. Start thinking about something else so as to keep the rough emotions that ripple into you.

For me, what calms me more than anything...

"I need a favor in secret..."

"~ Eh...

Shit... I tried to remember Pride and my heart pulsed the other way around.

... At that time, her exhales made her ears snap and her thoughts bland.

I didn't know it would be such a surprise, close to her voice, … touching her breath.

When Pride pulled that man's hand, he also angrily thought that the Second Prince Cedric had approached him again. The frustration remained when I heard about him.... though.

... also talked to me. He relied on me.

And now I won't hide it, right away.

Only that fact fills and warms my heart so easily.

"... I'm fine.

Faster chest highs become a little more gentle again.

The feeling of heartbeat just makes me feel comfortable spitting out the inside of my panned stomach.

Loosen the force of the strongly closed eyelids.

Once I took a deep breath with nature, I slept fine like a lie.

Pride is near us now.

So me and Arthur can stand in peace.

… so this is how I can be present.

I can do anything for pride.