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"Huh...

To Arthur's words, Pride responded with silence without moving poorly.

I didn't even think pride outweighed my ability to predict. I also wished I could not even bring it to the mound of power. But this is how they remind me that Arthur in front of me can't beat anything but power.

confusion, Arthur approaches even while he is biting his teeth. Retreat, if you put your sword and gun in place, the pursuit by Arthur began again.

He waves to play off the sword of pride, his fists and legs to take consciousness away. Pride was not a sword for all of that, and he could not (...) or (...) prevent it by striking back with a gun before his fists and legs arrived.

Completely, I'm turning backwards. Aware of that, Pride thinks. Arthur's physical abilities surely outweigh himself and are fast. Plus, if you're no match for swords, fights, or guns, the only chance you have left is your brains.

Work your brilliant intelligence as a lass boss, the only brilliant brain you've been polishing since you remembered your previous life.

Behind Arthur's back, Style was desperately stuffed with Adam to unlock his special abilities. Normal shackles that do not seal the special abilities received from knights are now embedded in Adam's hands. Style dared to choose you so that he could solve Pride's special abilities as soon as he tried to. Pride thinks while only putting that look in the corner of his sight.

No need for Adam if Arthur was alive. It doesn't make sense to use Adam as a bargaining material because of the top-ranking pattern.

And Arthur doesn't always miss that gap when he tries to shield himself. Then take the knight or Stayle hostage? But if you change your target, Arthur will catch you in that gap.

"... are you satisfied? Arthur, get over me.

Now Pride buys time.

Stop with words as you turn your head desperately. Raise the end of your mouth when you are enlightened and laugh, refill the bullet.

But Arthur doesn't stop completely either. I don't know how to stand or get nervous as I slowly walk over to pride. The distance will be packed with great care so that there is no longer a gap to be poked.

"You can't be satisfied. I haven't saved anything yet.

"Oh? You saved me. Just give me the style."

"I won't go in there without that help.

Clearly slash and throw away the word of pride.

Unmistakable pale eyes glow and reposition to shelter the style that Pride tries to point at with his gaze.

to her gaze, and continue to perceive her as the only one in her own sight as well.

Raise a lightly heavy sword with one hand and hold the opposite fist strongly. The concentration pulled behind his shoulders, protruding his chest, one step closer to his pride paralysed his pride skin, which went all the way within reach of his billies and sword.

Point the raised sword at her and slightly defy the tip of the sword from the steeple. Pride is also slightly overwhelmed by the hegemony that if you are a wild animal, you might be able to push it back just by sitting on the spot.

Continue to patronize only your thoughts, shuddering your spine slightly. I can't let it slip away like I was trapped in Arthur's eyes. My vision gradually stains a deep pale.

"... not yet, not yet, not entirely enough.

A calm, low voice, yet the words were fevered.

Burning heat, similar to anger, mixes with feelings as quiet and cold as snow, stopping Pride from stitching his feet. Arthur's mouth exhales a long breath as if he had taken a deep breath, and a lower voice releases to pride.

"Stop you, get you back, you laugh.... so I can finally be saved. I can finally be satisfied with that. Otherwise, it doesn't make sense.

Arthur's readiness, his wishes, the truth is told.

Who alone, without wishing for the death of Pride. Spinned out of Arthur's mouth, who is in a position to kill Pride at any time with that hand, not losing or anything.

"Please surrender. No matter how long it takes, we'll definitely pull you back out of there. You don't have to die.

"! If you need it. Wow. That's why I'm here.

unreachable. Arthur frowned at the fact in front of him and slightly clouded his face.

But Arthur isn't the only one who's bothered by the current situation. Pride, which slammed Arthur's words mildly, was also being hunted down again.

There's no way you can win, and yet you won't even kill me.

My assembled happy ending makes a noise and collapses from the bottom. Only one remaining means is also impossible at this stage.

There's no way I can get away from Arthur. The most convenient development now is for Cedric to arrive. He arrives and kills himself threatening Tiara and her kingdom, the Kingdom of Friesia. That way everything will come together, everything will work out, and a happy ending will be decided.

But no matter how many eyes you turn, there's no sign of Cedric showing up from across the stone bridge. I bit in my mouth wondering if I was still on my way up and why the hell he didn't jump directly at me like Arthur did.

If you peek over Arthur's shoulder, many knights are asking about this one from the next tower. But not one Cedric. Everyone wore white team clothes...

……

So Pride noticed, closing his mouth hard.

It doesn't matter anymore now, it's not the other way around, and I deflect the right eye once and for all. Arthur and I still looked at each other when we turned to the front again without unwrapping the arrangement.

Pride desperately retreats to him, stuffed without an inch of gap. If Arthur comes any closer, he decides to jump right behind him and avoid it. Buy as much time as you can, if Cedric comes, he'll kill himself.

"You decided to say no."

Suddenly. A stormy absurd voice was emitted by Adam, who looked stuck in the style until just now.

Not too loud reaches the pride and Arthur's ears, which are confronting each other, unwillingly clear, and punches them into the eardrum.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

The only style I can see from the angle of pride is the back, but I'm being showered from close range by so much rage that my spit flies from Adam.

It seemed to bathe in the stuffed style at first, but on the way, it was directed to Arthur. Pride also raises his eyebrows just a little to its excessive intensity. I throw Adam an eye closer to contempt for what is making a scene like this now.

Now that Arthur has already woken up, there are no more problems where Adam died. Arthur can cure the disease at the top, as he did at Lance in the United Hanazoo kingdom. Whatever the other knights are, there's no way Style or Arthur hasn't noticed that. Rather, it was so strange why Still Stuck in Adam. If such a threat does not work now, Pride returns his gaze to Arthur, who does not make it faint,... and opens his eyes.

For the first time, there was confusion in Arthur's expression.