567 475. My brother-in-law draws.

"What do you mean..."

Restraining Pride with the power of the guards, the returning Style doubted his ears for words from Vest.

I was hesitant to tell that to Style, who had already looked pale before I heard him talk, but I couldn't have told him. Jill Veil opens his mouth instead of Vest on the style he wants a detailed explanation for.

"Crown Prince Adam said it was merely a dissipation and that it was not uncommon in the Radical Empire.

clasps where his voice is likely to leak…… and the style rounds his eyes.

What? That doesn't make sense. Style turned his head and sorted it out desperately before Jill Bale unleashed the next word.

A companion accompanied by Crown Prince Adam was injured and transported to the ambulance building. In the castle, apart from the building adjacent to the Knights' Exercise Ground, is an ambulance building close to the palace where Adam and the others stay.

He said there was a shitty noise coming from the room and if the guard felt an anomaly and jumped in, the companion would have bled out of his head and fell. And with the unleashed chair, Crown Prince Adam was greeting them with a smile.

Though he was a man in custody, he couldn't leave the injured alone. He only took out his companions.

There was nothing else in his life, and now that he had finished treating the doctor, he was being put to sleep in the hospital room with guard watch while he was losing his mind.

"divergence…………………………"

"He said it was humiliating that he was detained by a peaceful country without suspicion.... That's what I'm saying.

Quietly, Gilbert tells the still unconvincing style.

The abnormality and the treatment and roughness of the subordinates had also seeped out since the previous visit. But it was the first time I had obviously exposed the attack, like this one. As if malice towards the kingdom of Friesia remained intact.

Rosa took a quiet deep breath only once, consciously pulling out her shoulder strength. And slowly identify them.

"Anyway.... let's make what needs to be done a priority now. Gilbert interrogated the General and Chief of Staff of the Radiya Empire. No more violence is allowed in the castle."

"Ugh... wouldn't it be nice if I locked you in a cell too...?

The voice of the style echoing at the bottom of the earth toppled the words of Rosa, who was to be or queen.

If it was pride now, Jill Veil and Vest also rounded their eyes for being painted from the style. Seeing him, he shook his fists in both hands with his face down. The style was stiff as it stretched his entire body.

"Yes... then your sister will not be able to go to Prince Adam easily either. Anyway, I'm looking at torture..."

Pottori, the voice of Style calling out Pottori was slightly trembling.

Certainly not a big deal, such as imprisonment, compared to torture. Extra if you're going to cover it up.... but if Adam is innocent, it's irrevocable. It had also been decided at meetings, including the initial upper echelons, that torture could only be carried out with decisive certainty, or as a last resort.

If Vest told Steele that to embarrass her, the sound of eating and tying her teeth reached Rosa's ear. Rosa put her combined hands on her knees, frowning at the style that made her feel disturbed somewhere.

"... Style. By the way, why did you bring Pride here earlier?

Biku, and the body of the style trembled lightly.

Stop moving for a few seconds and slowly raise your face towards Rosa. Rosa's chest made a scene if she took that look from the front, close to nothing. Until now, in front of the Prides. Still, in front of the Rosas, the Style, who had always continued to fix his face as a prince, was now the best he could do but turn it off with nothing.

"I'm sorry," Style said, bowing her head again, spinning her words consciously, desperately trying not to distract her from Rosa.

"... I found you, sister, and once I moved instantly to the tower away. But... my sister wanted me to come to her mother, and I naturally said no. but.............................. its, sometimes.

Style said.

Desperately in his trembling throat, he conveyed the words spoken in pride to Rosa and the others without falsehood. Vest closed his eyes bitterly to that word of Style, and Rosa and Albert held their breath. While Jilbel also remained silent as he understood, Style finally bowed his head again and apologized, "I'm sorry," he said.

Nobody could blame Steele.

The silence lasted for a while, and everyone overlapped in their heads the earlier remarks of Pride and the story of Style.

At least, for whatever reason, I can't make my current pride my next queen. It doesn't make sense if you can't make fundamental improvements where you insist on how you behave.

"Why don't you just...

Also, Style unleashed the word potpourri.

Jill Baer and the others turned to what was said earlier in the cell. Right now, I waited silently because I understand he's probably the one standing in the most distress. Without stopping or embarrassment, Style, awaiting his words, opens his mouth again. hesitant, shivering my voice more than ever before. Still, I didn't feel like taking down my prophecy.

"Huh... come on,... Huh!... Now... Sister, why don't you strip me of my right to inherit the throne...?

A voice, as if forced to squeeze out of a blocked mouth, was released in agony.

Until now, it was also an unthinkable word from Style, who had done everything in his power to crown the Queen of Pride. But... I think he has no choice but to say that he has seen his current pride many times.

"... Style, I can't do this right now. Nine more days, after he correctly grasped the state of his pride in his interrogation of the Crown Prince.... It must have been decided already.

"Regent Vest is right, Dear Style. Isn't that why you've been working so hard to this day?

Until the state of pride can be confirmed.

If there is a slight possibility, and if there is an anthropogenic factor. Until we confirm that, the deprivation of the right to inherit the throne of pride shall be withheld.

We should wash up Adam and the others and still be dealt with when that's all we can think about in pride. The right to inherit the throne is granted or stripped cheaply, … return is not allowed, once decided, it is permanent.

That's why Rosa and the others needed to make a careful decision. Once you cheaply strip your pride of its right to inherit the throne, you won't be able to give it the right to inherit the throne again if your pride returns to normal.

And Style is also desperate to examine his connection to the Radian Empire and spare him while he sleeps to this day to finalize their charges.

If you still have a 1% chance of regaining the pride you know, be sure to grab it.

"Besides.... it is inherently difficult to take it away from the pride of the first heir to the throne, who is a foreseeable man,...... really.

I took great care not to sound like I blamed Steele, and now Albert, the king's mate, continued his words.

Rosa also nodded quietly to the word, biting her mouth unnoticed.

Inheritance to the throne of pride stripped.

Naturally, it was an issue that had to be put into perspective already at the time of the transfer of Pride to the Tower of Away.

As it is now, stripping pride of its right to inherit the throne is imperative. As much as it would not have been strange if it had already been stripped, Pride's actions deviated from his behavior as a royalty. Nevertheless, it is not only the possibility of being a temporary illness, the possibility of man-made factors, and the achievements she has built up so far that she has not yet had to be stripped of them.

The ability to predict, which is a testament to the right to inherit the throne.

Old-fashioned learning in the kingdom of Friesia.

Except in the case of loss of life, not a single person has been stripped of his throne by a predictor, even if he may set up a surrogate, for example by being invaded by a disease.

If you strip and so forth here solely on the grounds of your pride behavior, you will also deny that the Prophetic Capable is the revelation of the next king. It could even rock the roots of the royal family.

And now it was also true that Pride had fallen as far as the realm where it should not be made queen in exchange for it. Rather, it is no exaggeration when it comes to the challenges that Rosa, the only queen in the country with that power of decision, should make within her lifetime.

"I know... I know, I know...!" [sic] "

As intolerable as it was, Style stood up, eating and tying his teeth from the middle of nowhere and mouthing.

I shake my head only once to Rosa and the others trying to wait again for the rest. And he apologized with a voice that disappeared as he held the black edge of his glasses.... then.

I beg your pardon.

The door was slammed again and the guard, who jumped in after permission, was changing his blood phase again.

No one, good or evil, had settled on the report, which was now the third time. Allowing the report and accepting the guard's words, they had to be stunned again.

Adam's companion, who was transported to the ambulance building, disappeared.

At last Vest held back his eyebrows to the anomalies that could be delivered to them one after another.

What do you mean, Gilbert visited it in a polite tone before he raised his voice? When the guard begins to tell the details that are found at this stage, the stile moves out.

Style, if Vest asked what was going on, in a slow motion Style looked back and returned the words to him with a look he didn't think was directed at Vest.

"... with this eye, I'm going to check. And because I'm worried about how Tiara is doing. … I should not be joining the meeting any longer.

I'm sorry about earlier, if you'll excuse me. Keep your head down, Rosa had no choice but to allow you to leave the room too.

From what I have just said, it was clear that the style is not what it usually is. When he finished checking, he rested once, and Vest rang out but could only keep his head down from the style.

There was no panic, and the style of walking to drag itself step by step took the time to get out of the conference room. He walks in a carriage to the ambulance where his companions were transported, ordering the guards and servants of the escort.

Straightened back strangely.

Contrary to that, it was as obvious as anyone could see anything that wrapped black around him heavily.