690 564. My brother-in-law screams.

"Sister..."

A bell-like voice was emitted from outside the tower.

The look of pride turns to that voice. In the next moment he jumped the knight's attack and ran out to the stone wall.

All I could hear was groaning, but wonder and it went into my ear. Style also changed his complexion again and hurried to the wall with the help of Captain Kenneth the Knight.

If I moved to a position where the stone wall collapsed only in one place distortion, I could see two shadows rushing in here, though small. I can barely even grasp the contour, but the two golden hairs glitter in the moonlight and reflect into my eyes.

I can see why the two of them are here and why Stayle has blinked so many times. I had one of the knights confirm it with special abilities, but it was still definitely Tiara and Cedric.

The knights were supposed to protect her by order of Rosa, the queen, and Style recalls Rosa's judgment before heading here. But they're here now.

I also saw the knights rushing over to protect the two men who suddenly appeared, but neither Tiara nor Cedric showed any signs of stopping.

"Se, Drick......?

Style turns to pride's zero voice.

Seeing, the pride stood on a thick stone wall and looked down at the Tiaras. Nor can the knights reach poorly as they stand behind her in pride standing flat on a scaffold that is too precarious.

Style frowned on the side of his pride in a blurred appearance. Whatever we are, why is even pride so surprising? I know Cedric is unexpected to be in the country. But why did you do that?

'The only thing I doubt is one Prince Cedric at this stage.... can you take me with you?

What do you mean, "Cedric's not here..." He tried to assassinate me. Why did I miss it?

Secondly, I recall wanting Cedric several times since Pride changed his leopard.

Is there anything in Cedric? What did Pride say about Cedric? I thought maybe he was holding something that we didn't even know we were in.

"Huh... ha, ha, ha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Suddenly, Pride laughs out.

The knights also peeled their eyes at the pride of holding their bellies and laughing out loud in madness. The pride…………… and the style of speaking up without thought did not continue.

Making her eyes shimmer with too much excitement, she looks back at her face as if her heartbeat had quickened.

He turned his body toward the style so that he could twirl and dance, causing the hem of the dress to flash. Looking down high from the top of the wall, the pride that loosens the body so much that it is likely to fall now points the sword of its hand toward the style. Pittari and his neck with the tip of the sword so as to aim.

"Yes... it was Cedric who was chosen.

The boulder is the royal route, and Pride laughs as he glorifies so only in his mouth.

The style in front of me was different. The protagonist, Tiara, chose Cedric.

Moreover, he returned from the United Kingdom of Hanazoo, which was supposed to be far away. There was no instantaneous movement of the style, miraculously rushing to the crisis of Tiara. It's a dramatic development.

The fact that Cedric, unlike the game but still not supposed to be there, was attracted in this earthen field, in and of itself, makes Pride seem like a sign that everything in the world is about to move according to the game.

Well, that's why he didn't kill anyone. Because Cedric was the only one in this world that would kill me.

Show a belligerent grin if you think so.

In other words, there is no longer a need to "make use of" the style in front of us. I also thought it was too much when I injured my leg without knowing it was shackled, but no longer worried.

Because he was a hassle.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Moment after moment, Pride kicked the wall at once and jumped out to the style.

Instead, if Cedric's coming, you should clean it up before then. If other characters have trouble interrupting the final showdown because of it, we head to elimination now.

Style, who injured his leg, was able to react with his head to the pride that jumped in, but the pain in his leg interrupted him the moment he tried to back down.

At least the moment I set up my sword to take it, I'm pulled from behind by the pretense. It was almost at the same time that Steele looked back and the captain behind him, Kenneth, prevented the Sword of Pride from replacing him as he pulled the Steele.

A fierce metal noise echoed with the kid, but pushed and antagonized the jumping pride in the air.

Niya...... laughed Pride landed with his foot on the ground and took a few steps back with recoil to push back. They're not the same knights they've been dealing with before, because they're the knights entrusted with captainship.

"Captain Boulder is different. Wow."

As soon as I roared my throat, a dry gunshot sounded.

In an instant, Kenneth played the bullet he unleashed motionlessly with a sword during the critical.

It was Steele's brain weather that was targeted. Kenneth thinks there will be no next time, although he managed to play with the first prince's priority and his decision to protect the uncovered parts of his armor.

It doesn't just mean you're at close range. Premature firing and aiming accuracy without any aiming motion. Furthermore, it can be shot motionlessly. Its arms are only counted as long as it leaves the special abilities in the Knights.

Laughing to have fun with Nitanita, Pride turns his gun and plays as he twirls only in his lowered left hand.

"Captain Kenneth....... thank you. Later, I'll do it.

Damn, and get your hands in front of Steele himself.

I put my legs forward, pulling them together, and told Kenneth to back off.

But... I shook my head at Kenneth, who raised his voice. "This is an order," he affirms, and Style regains his sword. Looking forward, Pride pointed his cold eyes and pulled up mouth at the Stiles, even in sitting and watching.

I know. It is better to leave it to the latter if you are wounded yourself and the captain of the knight, though you can walk. Style himself would have done so if his opponent were merely a strong man. Especially if you're the one being targeted, you should be discouraged. But but...

"My sister has nominated you.... I don't want to run away.

There is no other pride.

If she puts one or all of the people in her hands, it will all be over. And because she's the most threatening person on this scene right now, and she's really the victim more than anyone else.

Set up your sword and wait for your pride.

Now that the pain runs on my leg, I wait for an attack from pride rather than running in poorly. As I thought, Pride immediately jumped his sword into one hand. Style welcomes her from the front, aiming at her heart with that sword that even pierces her armor.

Kang! I played it at first. If I jumped in from above the stone wall, I could still handle it adequately, even with a handy style if I had enough momentum to rush in.

The attack from the knights just now has changed from the situation where pride was running out, and now the pride attack is stirred up.

Continuous cross sounds between metals are emitted at a speed that cannot be stopped by the eyes. The knights chase with their eyes the attack of a sword that is just hard to capture in the dark night, yet they have no voice. I really suspected this was a battle between two royalty, not a knight.

"Ahaha! That's not awesome, Style! But I wonder if this is a betrayal to me.

"No, I'm doing this for you. Besides, it's only natural that you can do this.

Stiles cool back to laughing pride as we have intense meetings.

Only facial expressions don't break consciously as your legs scream for pain just by stepping in. I tell myself that if it hurts enough to stand, it's fine.

I'll kill him now and stab him with the words "betrayal" to a problem-free style. But to that reaction, which did not move at all, Pride slightly bitterly flashed the raised grin. I have no idea why it didn't work or why I was spared.

"I've been polishing everything for you.

Style's fighting skills are beyond the game.

For Arthur and his swords and battle skills, the sword of pride was also not invincible.

Pride thinks that if now there was even an instantaneous move to the steer, adding prediction would surely have lost without antagonizing himself so far. Still more so now Style can't move quickly with a leg injury. On top of that, I'm following my attack.

With a provocative grin on Style's words to show, Pride pulls and jumps once into a sword-played recoil. Get over his head gently and wave his sword behind a style that cannot be moved to Jun Min. But it was also prevented by a sword that just turned its arm behind its back.

"... and I know you better than anyone else in this room. that you are very strong, … and"

Hold the sword of pride with one hand, then shaft it and face it back to the front again.

Kickin '! and I put my strength into my feet stepping in with the fierce pain, and with all the power of my body, I swept away my sword of pride. At the same time the amount of blood overflowing from my legs increased, but I don't care about the style. If you grasp pride upright and get into shape, pride again releases a sharp thrust into the style.

"Your weakness, too.

Again, take away the sword that is coming at you and divert it from you.

Kiwi...... and the stiles put their hands on her arms to flow as the blades passed directly across each other with the rubbing sound. I grabbed it as it was and used the momentum coming towards me to pull it in. to her, who was brought to the mound of the only weakness, the "power", and drawn to the forelock without rivalry

Pull your right knee in.

Gosh, and the dull sound as if it even went into the bone.

The knights doubted their eyes at the sight. Because he, an aide to Pride, did her harm before anyone else.

Adam suddenly summons Gaagaa and rumbles out as the knight makes cuts that don't mind holding him down with his sword. I want to put only regular shackles on him that don't fit shackles for special abilities, but I can't easily touch them directly. Touch it at all and it will feed on his "madness."

Listening to Adam's cry, Stayle grabbed Pride's chest as he forced his breath out of his mouth.

And don't hesitate. Now slap him from the back to the stone fold like he throws his back. Kach………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… He gets up as he rolls over to the stone fold to avoid being held down even after being slapped, and then finally breathes.

"I won't hesitate.... because my partner's readiness wasn't like this.

I held the edge of my glasses down with my fingers and there was no terrible confusion in the eyes of the style that spoke softly.

Meanwhile, Pride laughs again. He raised his grin as he did it, holding his breath rough and still holding his aching belly with his hand holding the gun.

Though not fallen by the covenant of servitude, it is because I was knelt by a style that should even be deprived of instantaneous mobility and agility.

The first time we met with Stile and Sword, Pride realized once again that he had become stronger and

Pah!

Now it's time to shoot it out.

It was slowing down, on that leg.

Pride's gun was much faster than his leg, which was interrupted by pain and delayed in pulling a beat. They aim precisely at the joints of the armor joints, causing the blood to erupt and at the same time losing strength in the gakuri and one leg.

The voices of the knights screaming "Dear Style," and Adam's laughter echoed at the same time.

Now it's not a light slash wound, an incomparable severe pain runs from the right leg that was shot out. G., Raising his voice to distract the pain, Stayle sees pride with his fed and bound face.

I look heavenly to Style, who laughs wholeheartedly and joyfully at the reward of Ahahahahahahahaha. And now pamper yourself as you deliberately show off the muzzle to play! and after a few shots, this time I managed to play the fatal wound with my sword preventively. One bullet was bounced with armor on one leg, but the second bullet rubbed on his arm also seeped blood in his uniform because he was not wearing armor.

"Too bad? Style! I would have avoided it if I could even travel instantaneously.

Really, it was an inevitable early shot without even instantaneous travel.

Style thinks that even if his feet were adequate, he wouldn't have avoided them just because of the reaction. He distorts his face to his right leg, which is painful and powerless, and still continues to rely on only one leg. Dear Stayle! and the knight tried to move, but he yelled without turning his face "Don't come, don't come".

Only a quick shot of pride doesn't know if you can avoid it, whether you're a knight captain or not. Move them here and Pride will relentlessly point that aim at the knight.

With his sword in place, with strong eyes, Style opens his mouth to pride.

"Sister. I'll tell you more than once, you're being manipulated by Adam. Why can you believe what the man says?

"You don't trust me, do you?... to each other.

He threw the used up gun outside the stone wall behind him and took a new gun out of his clothes.

Another gun of different shapes just now, but Pride loads it to a state where it can be fired without even looking at it.

"Then take my word for it. You're being manipulated. You're just being manipulated by Adam to corrupt our country.

"That's not true. This is my destiny.

Doubts have passed on everyone in the knight to the profound word "destiny".

Is that what you assume because of the madness, or is it not? Only one of the stays rattles his throat at the words. Again, and. The certainty hurt my chest more than my shot through my leg.

The pride of laughing ridiculously at their reactions leans against the wall. Point your aim at the style to show off, shaking your sword with your right hand.

"... so. Adam has nothing to do with this. I moved to destroy this country of my own free will.

"And I even died.... is that what you want, sister?

Oh, I knew. And let's gently pride ourselves.

In that reply, Style shook his fist. Passion mixes with pride accepting your death as if you were looking forward to it.

Pride dubiously glowed his cloudy purple eyes at the style's reaction, with a tranced grin. I desperately pushed in the heat gushing from the inside out, and still let it out in my mouth. The shouts were rough.

Stile tosses at her as she realizes her eyes are sharpening toward pride. If you can't realize she's being manipulated, you can poke at that contradiction. Instead of a body whose freedom didn't work, Style moved his head and mouth crazy to death.

"Then answer me:" If that's what you call destiny, why... why do you want to die for it? "

"For a happy ending.

Shin...... and now there were no words.

Suddenly, even the style freezes to an end. The open eyes lost their eyelids, dried up and worn out.

I don't know what that means, it's an incomprehensible response.

I seriously think about what she's talking about, what she's turned into a lunatic, whether she's even collapsed into a language, the knights and the styles.

Nitanita and a sticky laugh of pride inspired their ears more than the sound below the top of the tower as they continued to gaze out at them. It's still noisy down there since Cedric and Tiara showed up. Adam's odd laughter gushed out from the top of the tower as he later stepped in.

"... really,... do you think so...

Poop, and a truly plundering voice squeezed out of the style.

He leaned to deviate from his pride, trembling to his shoulders as well as his fists. Still, it doesn't change the response or the grin from Pride. Instead, Pride plays his voice and mocks it as it further stirs a trembling style in anger.

"Too bad? If you had grown up like Chancellor Gilbert, you wouldn't have died. Happy ending for you."

"Losing you, happiness, etc."

Scream.

It was close to roaring, a chopping voice.

All emotions are exhaled, and the style released throughout his body makes his breath intensely rough with that one word. I dyed my face bright red and only my eyes remained sharp and pride pierced.

An extra shadow falls into the darkness in the moon behind him, something more black than a hegemony fills him. Ha... ha... and the voice of Style emitted so strongly that he couldn't speak any more words shivered the knights' eardrums, and pride rounded his eyes. And by the time Style had finished breathing, a new sound had gushed.

"Pfft... ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

... Not at all, it hasn't arrived.

The certainty severely weakened Style's body.

With the dark, sunken look of the style and the bodily looseness, Pride threads the end of his mouth into three moons.

"That's because you don't know anything, do you? We'll find out as soon as the end comes.... well."

Chakiri, and hang your finger on the trigger.

Brutally shines purple eyes, pointing their aim straight at him. Nitahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Though you die without knowing.

Now it's time for the knights to try to ignore the stop to the style and... freeze their legs.

She takes a breath with her face fixed to her smiling like an outsider, unable to move.

Style also stared back at pride with no color like night with weakness. He stares at Jitori, and returns his words with a voice that crawls through the earth as if he wanted to die himself.

"... that's good enough.... Already... with this"

"" I made it ""

"Psst."

To the other voice overlapping the style. Pride looks back, forgetting to blink,... hold his breath.

illuminated by the moonlight across the street, shaken silver hair and

Hero's, come back.