693 hunt down,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Gah. Behind Arthur, who fights Pride, the knights had stopped the bleeding and treated Style, once again grasping at Adam.

Try to pinch Adam and the style that grabs it up. The knight also lays his sword, and gives him a stare. Behind it were some hidden doors where pride came out, but now that it's closed, it can't be assimilated to a stone fold and opened from the outside.

Unlike earlier, even though he regained a lot of peace, there was no relief for Adam. Instead, I found out that I could safely touch him, so even if I didn't strangle him, it was after I put a fist in his face when I grabbed him.

Adam laughs as he swells his cheeks red beaten by the style. Scoff at the desperate style as you dare to make a light and unpleasant grin.

"Yi-hey! If you do anything, you'll ruin it! You think I'm gonna let go of the best woman I've ever had?"

"If you don't solve it, torture me. But make me throw up.... I will also inflict unbearable pain on you.

Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh and Adam's laugh won't break.

In the end, I mock the style that can't kill me right now. But now Style just chewed through his mouth without strangling him either, and he cut it off. Earlier, in the end, Adam just set me in a trap with me stirred up. I still understand that Adam will just dance me good where I've become emotional.

I also thought I'd make a request to Clark, the deputy commander, just like I did when I was general right now. Clark is on top security. Then you can take Adam without daring. Now that Arthur has stopped Pride, nothing needs to be resolved here.

We have not heard from the main forces about the invasion from the Radiian Empire either. All you have to do is capture Adam, torture him, but let him solve the special abilities that put him in pride, and it'll all fit in circles.

"I've already crushed your conspiracy. I just scratched my feet and my country won't get it.... It's all over.

"Then I don't know if I'm gonna die here."

Beh. Adam showed his tongue out in a light manner.

I'm going to bite you off and die like this, and I'm going to get cold in your spine. Grab Adam's jaw cheek-by-cheek before the word of restraint, and stop. I suppressed my jaw joints and stopped chewing, but instead my saliva drooled to the wrist of the style again.

"Huh... Either way, I'll never let you get involved with my sister again. But if I unlock your special abilities, I'll make a deal for your survival.... Still, is there a reason you won't let your sister go...?

It was the biggest concession from the style.

Instead of touching him like this now, he asks Rosa herself to keep Adam alive, who is just breathing the same air.

It is not just the Crown Prince of another country. It is also difficult to try Adam for his crimes in terms of former slave victims. If I'm serious, I'll keep Adam alive who wants to execute me without waiting for Rosa or Jill Bale's decision on this occasion either.

It's not meant for Style either. But I offered it with the thought of a severance if I could save my pride. But Adam's answer is...

"You decided to say no."

Not so instantly, Stile opened his eyes.

I don't think I'm the man who dumped death on the dob. Living eyes glow spookily. Absolutely unfavourable, rather Adam still laughs when he says he's already in the losing position. To its appearance, Stayle became more surprised and bewildered than angry. Because that means he chose not to free his pride over his life.

How can one let a man whose life also naturally does not even care about the lives of others solve the special abilities of pride? The contract of special competence shall not take effect unless it is also signed by the will of the person. There's no way a man who can't shake his life on the scale can write a signature.

So, Style's thought stopped once.

"Impossible." before it reaches that conclusion.

"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, no

The moment they say it. I thought I did.

The shouts that were unleashed so that Arthur could even hear them naturally reached the two of us.

As soon as the style looked back, the cold eyes of pride slowly turned to Arthur and became round. I could even imagine what Arthur looked like when he could only see his back. I also feel some killings jump on Adam's curse from the knights across the stone bridge with my skin. And before the style swallows the inside of your mouth.

Pride laughed.

Nitaaaaaa...... and suddenly he grins like a convulsion, tilting his neck to shake his hair and peeking into Arthur.

And Arthur turned away slightly, but did not step back. Instead, he restarts his sword and changes it from an attack to a protective posture. Behind it alone, Stayle understood that Arthur stood in distress at once.

A pride with a distorted grin peeps Arthur to lick him from the bottom. And I threw a tiny voice at him.

"Hey? Arthur. I heard it. If you touch me, Adam will die.

Ahaha! and even gave up an extra laugh.

No response from Arthur. But Arthur also understood the crisis if Adam died again. Adam's presence is essential to ensure his pride is undone. Because if Adam dies, he may not be able to regain his pride for the rest of his life.

Pride himself is unaware that Adam is holding herself hostage far away. But I understood that Arthur had obviously caused stray to the sword in Adam's words. I don't care why. It's just that if Adam dies, I'm in trouble. Now he's definitely the valid hostage. Anyway, now that I can't beat Arthur, I don't have to be captured by him or anyone else.

If I waved my sword to the side and slashed it to try it, Arthur would have easily prevented me. But I'm not coming back from there. Now if I let go of the gun, they still slapped me down. But I never jump into my nostalgia.

Completely Arthur was convinced that he could no longer capture himself by doing his best.

Style said, "Correct me..." to Arthur's situation that could be kicked out. Now I grabbed Adam's head and slapped him. As long as there are words now, Arthur will no longer be able to capture his pride.

But it was the blade toward the style that was released from Adam, whose mouth was free.

"Do you want me to pass out? Then when you wake up, you'll die, and you'll die when you're pulled away from your pride. If you're serious about dying, you'll die easily. Then be careful not to die first."

Guerra, Guerra and Adam laughed out of their throats, closing their faces from themselves to the style. Finally, the knight tied Adam's mouth from behind and blocked it.

While Adam's touchable style held him down, and tied him to keep his tongue from biting him, he nevertheless continued to gleam behind Adam's fine lines.

I'd kill the creepy man in front of me if it were true, but I can't just kill him now. I ate and tied my teeth, and glanced at Adam with a scorching eye, at that time.

"Oh, dear sister."

"Pride"

Two voices overlapped from the doors that were well opened with the bang.

Style also releases his hand holding Adam to that voice, and stands up looking back. He also stopped breathing and his heart stopped moving once.

No way, and I remember just now who I heard under the tower. The question "How do we get this far" passes before we catch it in sight. Protect the two of you and go to the main unit. I keep an eye on why every knight brought me to the most dangerous place.

The two people who opened the door breathed terribly rough after they screamed. Cedric in particular also disturbs his golden hair in a gutter, with dirt and dirt on his face instead of his clothes. The amount of sweat was terrible, and his jacket was inhaling the dripping sweat and changing colors. He tells it to his jaw and his burning eyes are shaking violently as he wipes the dripping sweat with the back of his hand.

Tiara, how did you get here when Steele tried to raise her voice across the stone bridge?

"Waiting for you. Wow, Cedric, you must have come to kill me."

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

Wherefore Cedric, and the earlier question arises again, Style compares pride to Cedric while stretching it to his fingertips. Cedric's face is rugged against his upbeat pride. With the knights by the door finally getting here, I turned my back on them to give them priority over taking them away from their pride.

He rests his hands on both knees as if Tiara had exhausted her breath in the first call, consciously preparing her breath cut enough to be a sound. Pride, on the contrary. I can't move with my head bent to drool on the ground. Surrounding that tiara with one hand so that it would not be retrieved by the knights, Cedric turned his burning eyes to pride.

"What... ………"

Hear back with a voice plundered by the words thrown at her.

Stayle also tied her mouth to hear the sincerity of the word and waited. Only Arthur, confronted by pride from the front, leans away from the pride in front of him by leaning towards Cedric and Tiara, who cannot look back cheaply and would only be behind his ears.

Pride pulls up a grin at Cedric's listening back. He exposes his mouth, which has been like the moon for three days, and makes his purple eyes glow lousy. Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"You're here for her. You want to kill me." That's good! Come quickly.

"Impossible. Something about the heavens and the earth turning upside down, like putting you in your hands."

"...................................................?

─ Piscine.

That, in words.

Suddenly frozen pride with every grin he pulled up became distorted like an old wax doll.

I don't even know that the catastrophe was already lurking.