609 And I want.

Gachari, and a chain of shackles made a noise on the clap of taking it off.

If you take your hands off the chain you were holding for a short time, you make a loud noise with Jalalijalali.

Roderick and Clark as well as everyone in the knights leaked and rang unexpectedly at the appearance of the feathers that had covered their bodies from shoulder to hand being removed. Roderick put it to the presence of an unlikely restraint on the Chancellor and the First Prince: "It's..." but it didn't come out any further.

"I'm sorry to surprise you.... I thought this was the easiest explanation.

As I had expected, Gilbert, grinning, spread his hands and showed the chain.

If you open your hands and ring the chains to show off the styles that line up, the noise will finally spread from the knights, "Where the hell are you?" and "That's for the special abilities."

Then Style, who stepped forward to put an end to the noise of the knights, spoke out to Roderick.

"Knight Commander. Take them to the ambulance with us now. Not only in the exercise area, but around the ambulance building...... Especially to those brought in the other day and to Captain Arthur. Please escort them......"

Roderick's expression clearly changed from carriage to style pointing with his eyes at the knight who had completed confirmation in the vicinity. Clark rushes the knights to the ambulance building to run a few first.

"... may we also visit Lord Arthur once, Commander of the Knights?

If you'll excuse me, that's where the story goes, and when Jilbert asked, he came back from Roderick in a word.

Stiles also head to the ambulance building early enough to follow the preceding knights. Every time I put my foot forward, I got annoyed with the chains making noise with Jalanjalan, and the style held it short again. Roderick to the knights. Be vigilant about the security of the stadium. Instructions were given, and Clark threw detailed instructions to each squad. Distracted by Roderick and Clark, who throw instructions to the knights as they walk, Style speaks out and calls out to "Chancellor Gilbert". Seen in front of the Knights, with a sharp eye on the word-ready style, Jilbelle had a loose leg that only speeded up for a moment.

"As I'm sure you don't already know, Captain Arthur is more serious than you think.... I will not allow (...) none (...) reason (...) to (...) ru (...) ko (...) and (...).

Jilbel rounded his eyes to the words of a meaningful style.

At the same time I noticed that Roderick and Clark's air had changed that I was listening to, and my chest made a terrible noise with discomfort. Both Arthur's serious injuries and his unconsciousness have been reported by Gilbert. But I don't know exactly what kind of injury. Naturally, Jill Bale is not going to force Arthur either. Furthermore, until I woke up, I was both (...) waiting (...) and (...) waiting (...).

But anxiety arouses in the words of the style as if to overshadow it to its root. Even while Jilbel tried to assume various situations in his head, while walking, Style asked Roderick and the others, "Will you still wake up?" and "What's the escort now?"

Enter the ambulance building and enter Arthur's hospital room with his fast legs. The Knights of the Ninth and Seventh Squads, who arrived earlier as escorts, and the doctors kept their beds pinched. "Nothing unusual indoors," he reported from the Knight of the Ninth Squad, entering in turn from Roderick, lined up to surround Arthur's bed. The knights prepared a chair, and next to which Arthur's face could be seen, Style lowered his hips. Roderick and Clark also hung in the seat across the street, with two knights holding off behind them. But Jilbell, who had been advised by the knight to chair beside the style, became solidified without being able to sit alone in too many sights.

"Arthur………………………"

This was... the first time Stile laid his eyes down on Jill Bale, who opened his eyes, and then urged the doctor beside him to explain Arthur's condition.

A tragic wound to the point of being obstinate with so many serious injuries. And above all, Jilbel's vision dimmed in an instant when he was briefed on his right arm, which was finished suturing. There is no word on the seriousness of the matter and the weight of what Arthur has lost. Furthermore, to the state of Arthur, which is more miraculous to be alive in this way, Gilbert finally understood correctly the meaning of the words put on the style. He breathes faster, leaking strange noises from his throat but sweating on his forehead. Zilbel peered into sleeping Arthur as he cramped his eyelids and stretched his neck to shoulders. Past memories overlap and glare strikes at Arthur, who is also poorly blooded and has no response other than to breathe.

"Chancellor Gilbert.... Now, take this situation.

I can't hide the wolf. Style quietly hung his words on Jill Bale.

Touching one of the factors that was so shady in the back of its eyes that it looked faceless, Jilbel took a breath. I beg your pardon, I sat down in my chair spinning in a lowered voice this time. Arthur, one of the great benefactors for himself, also understood that the hardest part of the scene was not himself. Again with my head down to Roderick, who is in the opposite seat, I do find it difficult to break some situations in this state.

"… Shall I first explain it to you from the current situation?

Exhale deeply once, then slowly turn your eyes to Clark and Roderick across the street after getting your breath ready. Once he had the doctor out of the room, Jilbelle followed suit and started explaining.

Pride leopards from Tiara's birthday, then charges against the Radian Empire, escape from captivity, and the rebellion by Pride and Adam and the others yesterday and the status quo in which the top three are held hostage. It was Jill Bale, who spoke politely one by one, but still couldn't hide the consternation of the knights who were listening. I was thorough listening in silence until I finished talking about Jill Bale, but my muscles stretched terribly without blocking my open mouth. Everyone in the knight as well as Roderick tried to grasp the situation by forgetting to blink, but it was best served by swallowing it up to too much information. Obviously the status quo is an act of insurrection and aggression by the Pride and Radiya Empires. Even if we remain calm, we are struck by the feeling of strong hair.

When Jill Bale finished talking, now Style opened his mouth. Style lay his eyes down to hit something and hide it during Jill Bale's talk, but with the first words he raised his face and his pitch-black eyes pointed straight at Roderick.

"Arthur,... Lord Arthur. She stayed at the tower of separation to stop you. Thanks to him, we were also able to strike our next hand toward the Radian Empire.

But for a result like this. And the words were small enough to plunder, to disappear unless in a quiet room.

"It's all your sister's, our royal responsibility for trying to hide the shame inside you.... from the beginning, to this if I had told the Knights.

The style that grips his fist and leans away from his eyes eats and binds his teeth.

If you ask the Knights to help you without trying to fit in the Wang Jiu, the pride rampage, above all, your body trembled from your shoulders and became hot with anger at yourself if you think Arthur might not have been like this. So much so that I don't think I can help Arthur's father, Roderick, break one of his arms on this occasion.

"... no. Some of our fallout was undetectable until today. This injury is also the result of… Arthur's own choice.

Once his gaze turned to Arthur, Roderick put his strength into his hand. Discipline yourself that you must judge calmly and accept as the Knights Commander.

There's nothing wrong with the Knights. I know that, both Stayle and Jill Bale. But at the same time, I understood that Roderick, Clark, and the knights of the escort had hidden their pride, which remained unexplained and could no longer be reached. And now...

"So, … now. How would you like to proceed? His Royal Highness the First Prince of Style.

The heaviest word is released from Roderick.

Now that pride has revolted at this stage, Tiara has turned to Hanazoo and the queens, Rosa and the others, have been rendered powerless. Because the only royalty left in the kingdom of Friesia is the Stiles.

In serious Roderick's gaze, Style made his face tense. Frowning and swallowing after biting through your mouth. He clenched his fist, and if he trembled, the chains of the shackles made a small noise of chatter.

"... I have a" subordinate contract "with my sister. To betray, … cannot.

The voice slightly rubbed up and shivered as she tried to calm her down as she lowered.

Roderick and Clark take their breath as if they remembered it in Style's words. Style is not just a legitimate royal lineage but an adopted child. And the subordinate covenant was something that everyone would know about the people of the Kingdom of Friesia. To the speechless Roderick. "As dangerous as it really is to be in this place right now," Steele laughing with her mouth alone was exhausted. I drowned my eyebrows and tried to make them look bitter but that smile was too distorted.

"I'm only here as a companion and watchdog for Chancellor Jilbert.... I cannot instruct you to fly the rebel flag from me to you, or to rise up as a collaborator or rebel force.

That's why Stayle couldn't talk about anything.

I could even come to the Knights stage so that Jill Bale would encourage me to deceive myself, but I am also aware that I am already willing to rebel against my pride. Whether you can apologize for Arthur or just talk about the situation, you will be invited to flip the rebel flag to Pride. Even if I wanted to move it, my mouth wouldn't have moved unnaturally if the idea had passed.

Once I shut my mouth and stared into my own hands, there was the restraint I had not been placed in in a decade. Perhaps Pride stole it from the resting place in the castle. Embellished with decorations, but shackles to prevent special abilities. The more I saw it, the more I disliked it, the more Style was reminded of his position.

- I'm a sinner.

Right now, he's on the side of the Knights and Jilbell like this, but it won't come true that he's relative to his pride.

Instead, the next time you meet Pride, it's possible that Jill Bale and the Knights will tell you about the connection. Only, Style can't escape the "pride side".

─ If you don't want to lose your pride, you don't want to lose your position. Here's the result.

"However, if I may express my opinion in an objective manner. Sister,... I cannot deny that the First Princess of Pride Royal Ivy is a radical empire and an adhering insurgent.

If I only tried to tell the facts, my mouth moved.

Just because you have that fact, you can't let Style work with you. The definition of "betrayal" is based on the consciousness of the person who entered into the contract. No matter what position Pride takes, he is the only one who cannot abandon it of his own free will.

Roderick and the others rang their throats at the facts from the clearly told style. In other words, we understand who we should turn our swords to now.

─ I don't deserve to be on the side of protecting my country with them.

"So.... if the Knights are going to head to the Royal Palace right now to discuss your sisters as traitors and rescue your mothers. I suggest you capture me on this occasion and imprison me.

Just, there's shackles, too. and the chains rang again if I let my hands up.

Jill Bale, who had some anticipation for Style's words, also looked bitterly. Ever since I decided to bring Style here, I could have expected him to want it. If only I had visited the Knights' Exercise Hall, I would not have had to do so. However, I also thought it necessary to "protect" the style tied to the subordinate contract.

─ First of all, if Pride is to be killed, I should be punished for taking responsibility too.... Yes, I want to be.

"It's impossible for me to be on your side, Knights Leader. The only thing I can do... is to give my hands or neck away like this.

He said he was tired. The moment the thought was on his head, signs of terrible gloom wrapped around Style's body.

To save his pride, to protect him, not to kill him, he stood up again and again, crushed each time, and was overwhelmed by more despair than that to gain hope. Furthermore, Pride has taken that position to the queen "surrogate" she feared in the past.

He couldn't stop his pride, Adam took it, held the center of the country, let Tiara go, and nearly lost Arthur. The best I could do right now was to come to one conclusion without any help. That's why I came here with Jill Bale.

─ At least to keep the Knights, Arthur, Tiara and Val out of harm's way by leaking information from me.

Right now, the information that only Steel and Jilbell hold is too dangerous to be known.

If it turns out, it's not like Pride or Adam found out where they were going for their lives.

To Style's words. Roderick and Clark looked at each other with a serious face. They know, too, that it is indeed the best. It is imperative that we move for the sake of our country and for the recapture of our queens, Rosa and the others. Even if the result is to take not only Adam, but in the worst case, Pride's life.

... It's a brutal decision, Roderick thinks.

Too many things have just been notified on this occasion. Roderick has yet to see his pride turned into a leopard. To Pride, the opponent who has sworn allegiance for seven years and decided to exhaust it. to that growth and, above all, to the pride on which I was looking forward to becoming queen. I shall tell the whole Knights to solemnly ask them to turn their swords. I still couldn't believe it when I heard the word from Style's mouth that Pride had taken Arthur, and strangely no other emotion boiled but bewilderment. The abusiveness and tyranny that even far surpassed a decade ago was completely separate from the pride I knew. It was an impossible story even without a position as a knight, such as having anger and hatred for such pride. Now I can only accept it as a reality and stand up. For the country, for the people. And the pride of the past kept wishing for the future of a peaceful nation, and that decision was inevitable.

"... holy shit... to...

Suddenly.

In a quiet, cut room, his voice dropped.

He was a weak, small voice like a plunder, rubbed off. Everyone stretches themselves out of their shoulders, eyes open and mouths closed. At first, they don't even move their faces, they keep their eyes open and they look at each other to see if they heard anything but themselves. He confirmed that look, which also held his breath with each other's amazement, and from his gaze, his neck slowly turned toward his voice as he showed it.

The first person to open his mouth was Stile. I call his name as I feel my whole body tremble from the inside out incredibly.

"... er... sir...?

Arthur, who should have been asleep in bed, had opened his eyes with his mouth blurry open to Russia.

I blinked only once after a few seconds of that eye with no focus and only half open. Roderick and Clark called him at the same time this time, still unconscious and continuing to relieve him with a blurry vision. Suddenly his consciousness was drawn to a loud voice, and Arthur, who repeated the blink even more, finally opened his pale eyes round and... let them shine.

Doubt, surprise, hope, and confusion, Style was strongly overhead with certain words a year ago.

'Cause Arthur is my hero!

─ "Our hero woke up.