432 366. My brother-in-law falls in love, and the knight behaves.

... Is today my day of life?

With a heating head, I think weirdly calmly ridiculous.

I can't stop palpitating. My heart sounds annoying, I can't even hear my pride clearly.

I don't even know what look I'm wearing right now.

When Pride said that... cookies addressed to me only had a destination... I was shocked not least.

It's not a lie to be too happy with that cookie. It's just that Val and the knights gave it to me, and I don't know why they saved it. You still mean there's nothing like bothering to write to my brother? Besides, I got the cookies right when I received them, if that's the word. That's when I was desperately trying to convince myself in my head that that smile was still not enough.

"... that's mine too... just the name to... what a shank"

Not even Arthur.

Pride and Tiara prepared this promotion dish for Arthur. So you excluded only the person who gave the gift? No, but why would Pride do that?

I don't understand the intention at all and ask me… what pride offered us to smile at.

"Because you two had this.

... letter.

Each envelope had a "To Arthur" and "To Style" addressed to it. Arthur, who naturally lined up next to me, was also deprived of movement by the item, which was picked one hand at a time.

Furthermore, the envelope was very thick for me and for Arthur. When I suspected there was anything in it other than a letter, as Pride noticed it… it hung up.

"... I actually wrote it before the defense war, but when I wrote it further for today, it got very long. I'm sorry if it's hard to read.

Not at all! and was voice to voice with Arthur before thinking with his head.

Again, it means a letter. Definitely a letter from Pride to us. Here's a letter that Pride wrote to me and only to Arthur.

Besides, the pre-defense war thing was probably meant to be given to Arthur's deputy captain on the day he was supposed to celebrate his promotion.... Speaking of which, the day Prince Cedric of Examples came to our country. Pride had called Val and the others to the castle the next day because he couldn't prepare the letter he was supposed to give to the Val and the others in time. I wondered why I didn't make it, but there were visits by Prince Cedric and culinary support for Arthur, and I didn't stop worrying much. … but.

Did you take the time to write to us?

"~ Eh...

The more I think about it, the hotter my face gets. As I stared straight at the letter to be offered, I gradually blurred. Not when I thought my vision was blurred.

It wasn't me, the pride fingertips that were giving me the letter were shaking. face up, and when you change your gaze from letter to pride

Pride's face was bright red.

Its mouth is cramped by Russia as it makes a smile.

I almost stopped breathing unexpectedly. As his head nearly turned white, Pride lowered his hand as he picked the letter. Staring blindly at what was going on, Pride's face stained bright red, and now he's anxiously peering up at us.

"Take it... will you...?

Ewwwww.

If I noticed, I reached for and grabbed a letter from Pride at the same time as Arthur.

Shit, the realities were too faded and I stayed looking at them without receiving a letter the whole time. Thank you, I received the letter again with words back.

I was surprised at the thickness of the contents again when I picked it at my fingertips.... would it have been anything other than politics and social relations before, such as Pride writing letters?

Driven by the urge to read it now, I tell myself to endure until I return to my room remembering what Pride said earlier.

Good, and my heart beats me inside extra badly with a pride grin that seems relieved by what we've received. I was slapped so hard that I thought I might die like this, I accidentally held my chest down with one hand.

"I'm not really used to writing these letters. I knew I had to practice writing properly.

I couldn't help but notice the pride of laughing embarrassingly with my hands on my mouth,... more than a letter.

……

"I'm not really used to writing these letters. I knew I had to practice writing properly.

... die. Seriously, die.

I can't take my eyes off Master Pride, who hides his mouth and laughs with his face dyed red.

Pick a letter with just the power of your fingers and keep it on your chest so you never lose it. At least a little distracted, he's going to be all conscious of that smile of Lord Pride.

It was strange that you didn't write anything on the card addressed to Stayle. I wouldn't have been surprised if this didn't just say anything on the card addressed to me. Because Lord Pride made me my favorite mon and I was so happy to die just for giving me words of celebration.

... Well, a little... sorry to hear that.

I don't have a card message.... Yet this letter goes too far there. Now that I am more beside Lord Pride as a Kingsguard knight, I know the preciousness of this letter so well as I fear.

Lord Pride gets letters every day like a mountain. From men of all national and international identities, from simple interactive and connective purposes and invitations. I also know that Lord Pride sees it all properly. But...

I have never seen Lord Pride write a reply to that love statement.

An invitation or a reply for social purposes is enough to take a single sheet. Yet such an awfully thick amount of letters. I wonder how much time you took to write it. I had not even sent such thick letters to the nobles in the country or to royalties outside the country. But I'm the one who did it.

The more I thought about it, the boiling my head seemed, hot and hot, and I forgot to breathe a few times.

Wow, I'm glad, and I want to read the contents quickly.... but opening the seal instead of reading too much awe can be a hundred million robberies. At least I can't open it easily, even if it's not in front of Master Pride. When the hell am I supposed to read it?

"I really thought I'd rewrite it... but when I thought about the two of you, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

For a moment, I seriously blew my head off.

About us, to that smile that's making my face so red.

My head shook gras, so much so that I thought it was an earthquake.

When I wrote this letter, I wondered if Lord Pride had thought only of me.... Even though I knew I was complacent, my heart made a terrific noise and vibrated my whole body.

To Master Pride, I was so happy when I thought it was Style and I who made such a pretty face. I went out to my face. Reflectively hold your mouth down with your arms and lean down.... Still, I can't take my eyes off Master Pride as if the pile had been stabbed.

Stiles rattled his throat in my ear. "What the hell did you write about that..." he asked in a thoughtfully rubbed voice.

You heard amazing things, but I was also concerned, squeezing my arms away from my face and staring at Master Pride. Then Master Pride shifted his gaze away from us for some reason after his expression hardened a little. I opened my mouth with a pucker and the answer came back at a volume about breathing on the way from Lord Pride, whose face was reddened more.

"... ku,... it's embarrassing to say it by mouth...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You know, Master Pride is a pride.

Not to my surprise, not to my voice the other way around. The blood in my body rose all the time. It gets hot. Style hardened again just like me.

I can't get around to thinking about what the hell it means to feel ashamed of Master Pride for giving me so many words so far.

I turned my eyes over here, and as Pride panicked when he noticed our reaction, "Heh, I didn't write anything weird, so I'm embarrassed to show people... but I just want you to stop reading and talking in front of me personally at least...!" He raised his voice. No, I'll never show it to anyone, and I'll never read it in front of Master Pride, because that's what I can do better.

He solidified into a bee, and now it's time for us not to say a word. Master Pride frowned like he was in trouble with his face red.

I need to get something back to you soon, but my head is white and nothing comes out. When I thought I was going to die of nitrogen like this, Tiara said, "I'm sure it's about your sister, so I think you wrote something very nice!" and he went in between.

Keep saying, "I'm looking forward to reading it. Arthur, brother!" He continued, "so he nodded thoughtfully with Stayle to show it.

Thank you for finally giving me a little voice. And when I returned it, Master Pride laughed happily at me. With that grin, he cut off his words once, "But," and waiting for the rest, Master Pride cheeked small with his fingertips again as illuminated.

"That dish and the cookies are so special that they can't beat it.

... awesome dazzling smile, coming straight at me.

This guy was dazzled enough to wonder how many times he'd take my breath away from me. Hey, and Master Pride smiled at Tiara and laughed at each other really pretty, cute and.

"Because that's what Tiara made with me. For both of us, we're stuck for two more times.

Twice.... Master Pride's smile was awesome and delightful, but I thought it was Prince Cedric who did it once. Master Pride laughs like he doesn't care anymore, but next to me there's some awesome anger from the style -,...?...

... Something about an unusual hegemony seeped out.

"Twice...

Boosh, and the whining leaked with as much voice as I could only hear. After all, I was angry that Master Pride wasted his time making it...,... that.

"The two of us" means not only my dishes, but maybe Style's...

... Yabe.

When I realized, Tiara sent her gaze to Steele next to Lord Pride. Tiara also apparently noticed why Style was angry, making her snort silently and loudly when she looked at Style.... as soon as possible.

The black hegemony overflowed all at once.

Master Pride also noticed and called him "Stayle," but soon afterwards he turned hazy and let his eyes swim. Apparently, he finally realized it now.

You were even more convinced of Lord Pride's reaction, when the style emitted a low voice from the bottom of the earth.

"Not only Arthur's cooking, but also for me..."

Style's eyes are burning black.... yes, that would mean that Prince Cedric even ate cookies for me and for the stays. I already knew because I just now, but I just figured it out when it comes to the style cookies, so it's natural to be pretty.

Shit, if we stay like this, we're going to hit Prince Cedric with instant mobility right now. Lord Pride said, "But! That's why I made a lot of cookies available this time, so I raised my voice," but Still's anger hasn't healed. I had no choice but to slap him on the back screaming, "Calm down." After a whirlwind, I got slapped suddenly and my breath was jammed, or a little stirred up.

Still angry in the eyes, but more hectic than just now, Style put his arms together without saying anything after staring at me.... I think I'm going to hold most of it in my roots.

I noticed and looked around, and my father and I were circling our eyes. I would be more of a sucky hegemony of the style than a cookie thing. If they weren't the first prince, they'd all have swords. You have no idea what we're talking about with your father or Clark.

"So Dear Pride, you were so angry that you cried...

To calm down, word to Lord Pride as he turns his arm around the shoulder of the style.

I was finally back so that I could talk to Master Pride normally if I noticed. Tiara snorts silently and over and over in my words.... Apparently Tiara also had it on the outside root.

Master Pride laughed bitterly at me and Style while returning "Right..." "I'm sorry for my childlike reasons," Master Pride continued his words before trying to give it back.

"But I'm all right now.

Thank you for being angry, and. Not only me, but Steel and Tiara circled their eyes at the words of pride that said farewell. When he suspected that it was about forgiving Prince Cedric or something already, Lord Pride gently put his hands on both shoulders of Tiara lined up next to him.

"Because today. Thanks to Tiara, I could have sent all the special gifts to someone special in a nicer way. I'm so happy right now.

Special…

Um, my body is getting hot again when I'm settling in the corner of the word.

I could see it in my eyes as well as in my touched arms getting hot up to the style I poked my shoulders at. My eyes are caught again by Master Pride, who laughs with heartfelt joy.

I doubt my ears because I can't believe that I could be such a special person's "special." I was awfully hesitant to ask back, and my throat stuck with my mouth open.

Lord Pride keeps smiling at us for losing our words.

No, I tell myself in my head that you're not listening, but when I see Dear Pride and Tiara smile, when I see Style's reaction, I really don't think I'm listening differently.

The letter I grabbed was about to fall for a moment, and I rushed to help. Something already made me feel so glad they said something that made it all better, that I was about to break my heart.

Kurari, it was next time I weighed in on the style I turned my arm around as. I was able to get to the stile as soon as I could, so I can hurry and focus on my legs. I apologized "wow," but Style still didn't seem to move his mouth.

... What did someone write in a letter who would say all these happy words?

Just thinking about it made my heart squeak so hard.

"Sister, it's time to go home!

Tiara grinned happily after comparing me to Steele and grabbed Lord Pride's arm.

To the words of the bright Tiara, speaking of which, I think I was about to go home. The words were returned to Tiara in a still blurred voice when she untied her arm from the style, "You did..."

"I'm so happy, too! I want to celebrate this again with all of you!

That's what Tiara laughed at all of us, including Lord Pride, with a full smile. Master Pride stroked Tiara's head, happy to see it too.

Apparently, the reinvigorated style held onto the black edge of the glasses "but this is unofficial. You can't do this very often," Tiara swelled her cheeks when she stabbed the nail.

I cleaned out all the dishes of cooking that Stayle had brought into my room to escape before the counterattack from Tiara with instant moves from table to table. Back to the space where the room is just gallery and big at once.

Sister, and Style reach out side by side with Master Pride. When he treated the letter in his clothes like it mattered, he joined Lord Pride and Tiara in giving us a final greeting.

After Lord Pride closed again, the three disappeared in an instant.

Immediately thereafter. Everyone on the spot opened the card that Lord Pride gave me at the same time and... I was the only one in the uniform.