698 And I can show it off.

"Oh, my sister..."

Dark, dark, nighttime world.

On a tower lit by the moonlight, I could only cover my face and mourn................ why am I crying?

I don't know. I'm just sad.

I cry, I cry, I cry, I don't even have a voice anymore,... I blur that I've cried too much and broken it.

I'm not the only one, I can hear you moaning, moaning, and sobbing from around.... mixes the voices you know with the voices you don't.

"........................................................................................................................."

..................... brother.

My brother was crying ahead of me with his face up.

He is eating and tying his teeth, covering his face with both hands, sitting up like he collapsed from his knees and being punched. My glasses crawled instantly over my covered hand and I was about to fall again from my leaning face.

As soon as I see that figure, the tears that don't stop again become extra terrible.

It's hard and hard, and my brother seems spicy, but it's harder to cry. Covering it with both hands won't keep your voice down. My shoulders tremble up and down, and my throat growls again. "I never saw my brother cry spicy like this in reality. …, …………… reality……?

"Reporting, ………………………………………………………………………………………………………"

A knight is reporting somewhere with special abilities.

She is crying and spinning her words desperately as she indulges.... Oh, yeah. Your sister, …………………………………

Your sister is dead.

Mine, in front of me.... That's right, so me and everyone are so sad.

Correspondents are still reporting to the main unit's perspective.... I'm sure your mother, father, Chancellor Gilbert, Uncle Vest and the Knights Commander are... very, very saddened.

The knights around you, too, are crying. Some knights collapsed like they couldn't stand. My chest tightened terribly just like that when I held my eyes and cried.

A chestnut-haired knight is squeezing his fist over the cobblestone and crying as he sits permanently. He is shaking his whole body and being torn apart like he can't stand it.

The brown blonde knight isn't kneeling, but his shoulders are terribly round. He gripped so hard that he shook his unloaded fist, tears zeroing like waterfalls from his face that he let it fall. Dear Pride, I have called your sister over and over again.

A red-haired mixed knight stood with a beautifully pinned stretched spine,... overflowing a lot of tears from the gap between the fingers of one hand that covered his eyes. I'm so sad that I'm trying to put up with killing my voice, too.

A knight with dark hair is scratching so hard that his eyes are likely to be decided out with his armored fingers. I couldn't see my bent face hiding in my long hair. He was shaking the sword that pierced the cobblestone.

"Knight of the Seventh Squad... I've exhausted my hand... ugh.... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Sufferingly, the telecommuter who told him spicy cried out again there.

So I can't watch again, and my vision seeped in tears is terribly cloudy, covering my face with both hands. Then suddenly there was the voice of the Knights Commander who was not supposed to be here.

Finally, the footage was also connected from the main unit. Thanks to that guy spinning on the knights crying the coordinates here.

I still can't get my face up, even though I can tell with my head that it's footage from the main unit. Sister, that's all I can say with your sister. No matter how much I call you,... even though I know you won't hear back from me anymore.

"As you can see from the footage I sent you... we have protected Lord Pride...... when I captured him, I was badly raped, and I chewed (...) my tongue (...) into (...) and (...) my cloth (...) into (...) and (...) my (...) chewed (...) into (...) my (...)...

From there, the telecommuters collapsed and couldn't say anything once they caught their breath violently.

I think as I listen to the Knight's report and words from the main force.

... Oh,... he said this was real.

As soon as I think about it, I stop crying.

It's not that I'm not sad, it's not that it's not hard. Even the sense of hopelessness like lead stopped me from even weighing in my tears, even though it was so painful that I still felt sad and sad that it was easier to die.

Face, up.

As soon as the tears have stopped and flowed, my vision clears up a little darker again. Sister, I gaze into reality whining in a voice that doesn't speak.

... I didn't get it.

The knight stopped me, my voice couldn't even reach my brother, and he let my sister die in front of me.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..."

... Arthur too, was crying.

I won't let go of my sister who had her lid closed all the time.

Keeping her tight, she buries her face on her sister who loses her temperature and cries out all the time. I'm crying so much more barking that my voice is going to dry up ahead of my tears.

My brother, who keeps crying as he collapses next to Arthur,...... hasn't been able to look straight at his sister yet. My back gets even rougher than I just did.

I wasn't hostile, I didn't make it.

The only heat that warms is the gentle hand on my shoulder from behind.... but the person is crying too. You don't have to look back.

Because I still rattle my throat and his tears are zero and he keeps wetting my shoulders over and over again.

"plydoh... plydoh, d... uhhhhhhh"

... Mother.

Also, look back at the voices you're used to hearing. At some point, it seemed that my mothers, not the Knights Commander, had heard reports from correspondents.

My mother is crying, covering her face with both hands. He gently held his mother's shoulder, which his father moaned, from behind him, eating and tying his teeth, crying without a voice.

Behind his father and mother, Chancellor Gilbert, who collapsed just like his brother, looked smaller. Only clear tears continued to convey from his eyes, which opened to relief, with his face facing in the direction of the video sent.

"…………… pride.

Poop, my brother said again.

Very quiet, spinning with a sinking voice, his brother lowers his face covered hands without a pat of strength. A pair of glasses caught on my finger fell on the cobblestone, and for the first time my brother turned blindly to my sister's wreckage so I wouldn't even notice it.

My brother, who had called upon my sister with Arthur many, many times before her sister took her breath away, … as soon as she understood her sister's death, kept covering her eyes on each face to divert her from reality.

Finally my brother, with his eyes on him, reaches out to his sister, who is hugged by Arthur. The sister who lost her strength from her face to sleep with her eyes closed... was just like the sister's sleeping face we loved.

"This is…, ……… really" happy ending… yes, can you say…?

As if, my brother, whining to speak to his sister, shook his lips again shortly afterwards.

A fingertip gently stretched out on your sister's cheek touched her for only a moment and... fell. My brother, who slapped his fist on the cobblestone as it was, sobbed up to his forehead.

"... it's not a knock..."

Arthur raises his ragged voice and spins his words as he responds to his brother.

I raise my face, which was buried with my gaze dropped on my sister, mixed with a fierce voice and whimper that exhaled. He cries out in absurdity to his brother, who has assimilated himself to cobblestones without being able to raise his face.

"Oh-ooh..."

Arthur, with his mouth forcibly tied, swallowed it there once. Ring her throat hard and peek into her sister's face in her arms. A large tear wore off again from Arthur's pale eyes, who kept crying along the way, on her sister's face. Arthur, trembling up to his arms holding his sister, eating his stripped teeth and tying them up, moaned so that he could yell again.

"Hell..."

"Stop Menace"

……

…

"... la...?... Ila,... Tiara...! Are you okay...?

... Sister...?

Open your eyes as you rock every bit.

blurred vision, with beautiful deep red hair in it to relieve. He calls me, to a kind voice... and I realize he's alive.

My throat was terribly dry and sad, and I couldn't heal any chest noise when I opened my eyes....... but.

Woohoo...... good. "It was just another dream.

Exhale thinly as you look up at your sister wondering so.

Your sister wipes my eyes with her fingertips, just as she worried about me not returning anything.... Also, that's where I realize I've been crying.

Having it wiped shows your sister's worried face in her clearer vision. Next door Arthur is peeking into me with an equally worrying face.

Very, very kind of my sister. My favorite, always smiling sister. But now...

"... and your sister... she's crying.

My sister, who kept crying, overlapped with her brothers in her dreams.

Keep blurry, reach out and wipe your sister's eyes with your fingers from me too. As soon as I was surprised, your sister's purple eyes turned round.

My brother and Chancellor Jilbert are also worried about me as it goes on... and I'm relieved that I'm not crying. As I was holding my eyes down with the towel you gave me, your sister answered a question that was thrown at me first by Chancellor Jilbert.

"... something, I think I had a bad dream...... I'm sorry to bother you.

"? What the hell kind of dreams...?

I don't remember,... pretend.

I don't know why I remember this time myself.

But I don't need to talk about it. Something that must be a bad dream (...) of (...). Now I still remember, but I'm sure I'll soon forget.

"... Huh?... kaaa⁉ I'm on your sister's knees! Oh, I'm sorry.

The blurry head finally wakes up.

If I jumped up when I realized I'd fallen asleep on my sister's lap at some point, there would have been a clear trace of tears in her dress because of what I cried for.

─... I had that nightmare at the time.

"It's okay. Because I don't go out anymore. I'm sorry I took the liberty of putting you on my knees.

My sister, who laughed rather than angry, caressed my head gently.

My chest warmed when I found out that you lent me knees from your sister while I was nagging. It's like a picture book from a strange country.

-It's a really, really scary dream.

"I guess we were both getting tired. I've worked out the general measures for this one as well. It's time for dinner, and let's get back to the king's quarters.

My brother calls me to mind.

My brother and Chancellor Gilbert have always been busy. It is extra embarrassing that I fell asleep the most. Chancellor Gilbert took his brother's word for it and began to round the paperwork as he twirled.

- It was too sad a world.

"... Dear Pride.

Chancellor Gilbert will return and we will return to Wangju as well.

As he was rocked in the carriage, Arthur, who would accompany him with an escort, opened his mouth looking just a little heavy. Her sister tilted her neck and laughed at him as she peered upwards.

─ No matter how much I wanted to forget, it didn't disappear from my memory years later.

"? I don't know, Arthur.

Forgot something? The sister asked was very calm.

Compared to that, I've always had a lot of heads in a lot of things. About the dream I just had, and the stain I made on your sister's dress, and...

─ I never thought of it.

"After this, you're going to see how that sinner Val is, right?

About a former sinner your sister found on her way back to the castle today.

Having been spared execution because of his sister, he came back to his sister again, wanting to help a child taken away by human trafficking.... four years ago, as my sister, who had dealt with the contract of servitude, so desired.

"Then, definitely call me too," Arthur's eyes continued in a strong tone to his sister.

My brother nods to agree, and my sister laughs back once she ties her mouth. All right, I just lost a little shoulder strength from my brother and Arthur in those words.

Yes, the most important thing right now is to help the abducted children. Because I'm sure that's a lot more important than just a bad dream.... but

-That was "predictable." I was thirteen years old. To me.

"Stop Menace"

Is that, what...?