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"Then the Knights Commander, Deputy Commander." Thank you very much.

Finish the story from Pride and end with words to Roderick and the rest of whom Style is the Knight Commander.

Stayle took pride and the hands of the Kingsguard knights as the queen, Rosa and the others, dropped him off. Shortly before his sight switches, some sad shake of his eyes and laugh at Tiara's figure caught on the chest of the prides.

Vision switched in an instant, and if you look at it, it was right in front of the ambulance adjacent to the Knights' Exercise Ground.

As soon as the prides showed up, the knights, who were turning to guard, turned away. I know they took back their pride physically and mentally with reports from correspondents, but I never saw them suddenly appear in front of me.

The Kingsguard knights pave the way as Lord Pride raised his voice with Mr. Steele and several knights guarding outside the ambulance building. The eyes were nailed straight to pride, although everyone would make their way as directed.

... I figured I should have had it moved directly to Leon's.

Pride lifts his shoulders, painfully feeling the gaze from the knights.

According to Style's hand, it is easy to travel directly to Leon's room instantaneously, etc. Style also asked if it would reduce the risk of pride, but Pride said no. I hide as much as I can that the style can travel directly to a particular person for an instant. Furthermore, the opponent is the first prince of the neighbouring country. There is no way I can say that I am directly connected to such a person.

It was accepted that the knights did not resent themselves again in Roderick's words. But I still don't feel like walking with my chest up. Because it doesn't change the amount of damage and inconvenience I've caused.

He leans down alongside the style but hides his tense expression face. When I entered the building, I couldn't help but cover my face with my hands. The Knight of the Eighth Squad, entrusted in the building for Leon, called him "Dear Pride..." again, but he still can't raise his face.

"............... what face should I look like......

The pride throws at him so that he can't stand it.

It was a question for himself and for the Kingsguard knights, who are the same knights as them. I wanted to live up to their kindness, but I wasn't in a position to be grand or great, and I literally didn't have the face to let them see me.

To Pride's whining, I took her hand so that Style cared. The Kingsguard knights, who refrain from protecting them, speak once. I also know how Pride feels, once everyone sees her nearly crushed by the consciousness of sin. I can't hang casual words by mistake.

"Let's get rid of them all if we have to," put up their sword, Harrison, the superior officer of the Eighth Squad, but Alan and Column grabbed his shoulder and held him down at the same time. When the ambulance building could be the second battlefield, we'll be alone in stopping it.

Pride also returned the words with a bitter smile at the words, "Thank you, just how you feel," that was then.

"... and when you ask... thank you...

Porous, and a smaller voice than pride.

I missed hearing, and if Pride looked back, it would have been Eric. He opens his mouth as he walks with his hands on his hips sword, situated next to the style. Laughing to make her look softer at all costs, she meets pride only slightly over the shoulder of the style as she tilts her face.

"Laugh,... when you ask. That's all, I think I'll pass it on.

Eric's eyes, speaking so, were shaking slightly.

Speaking as if he managed to squeeze the words out, that alone clogged his throat again. Column and Alan also respond to Eric's words, which make his cheeks softly red and make him laugh desperately not to feel pride. "I think you're right," he continued, "you're right," and grinned at pride from them as well.

"... thank you.... Yes, you will.

In such a gentle word, Pride can see that the drip is likely to strike his cheek again with tear marks remaining.

Instead he turned to Eric. Pride laughed with gratitude. Eric's eyes open to that grin that wraps around flutter and flowery softness.

She honestly seemed to be, trying to believe that Eric, a knight, if he was kind enough to say so.

After his eyes opened to the limit to Pride's grin, Eric grinned back with force on his face, distorting his face for only a moment. Only his face honestly gets redder and dyes him up.

Pride twisted his neck worryingly at Eric's redness in his face, but before that he heard the knight scream "P, Her Royal Highness Princess Pride..." again from the front.

Round your eyes, tell me if it's really pride, really sane. Pride looked up this time and received from the front the gaze of a knight with no further words to worry and expectation.

Grabbing her chest with one hand to hide the tension, she grins at the knights as she holds down her palpitations.

A heartfelt, grateful smile.

As soon as I confirmed that, the knight opened his eyes one after the other.

Until now, non-Kingsguard knights have been told from Birthday that Pride is lying on the floor. Hidden, only speculation was allowed, and even after hearing that she was awake, she remained without any certainty as to whether she was really alive or dead or even ill.

Plus, the fact that pride is manipulated with special abilities if you think you finally know. For them like that, the figure of pride that appeared alongside the Kingsguard knight and her aide, Style

It was also a testament above all to the victory of the recapture.

She laughs.

It was powerless and a distressing grin far from full.

But the dazzling grin from the heart and its softness was undoubtedly the pride itself that they continued to admire and wished to regain.

My face is superior to that figure that they have always sought and wished for since Pride fell. Dear Pride, the mouth that called her opens and solidifies.

Whether she returned the words or not, reality was there.

The knight, whose tears were about to seep, chewed through his mouth, swallowed it, and withstood it with all his strength in his fist. Because their mission is not over yet.

But still, I can't take my eyes off her with a dazzling grin.

My eyes meet, I'm laughed at, and I stand up until I go by. I couldn't even blink until her back was hidden behind the Kingsguard knight and invisible.

They don't know what leopard pride looks like. I know she was changing, but I haven't seen it in her eyes. But even then, as soon as they had a smile of pride in front of them, they understood it at a glance.

The Kingdom of Friesia, the return of the First Princess.

Shivering fists, biting.

They said they could take everything back and protect it.

I burned the laughter of the princess passing by into my eyes afterwards, and every one of the knights rekindled their breasts with joy.

"His Royal Highness Prince Leon... will be in the next room..."

One of the eight squad knights questioned by the style shows the back room by hand.

The presence of pride and a gentle grin nearby made my eyes blink with tickles. Walk again into the room to be thanked by the style and guided by the pride taken.

Pride turned to the knight as he passed by. Returns a word of "thank you" to a knight who blindly rounds his eyes. Than I told you where the room was, it certainly included so much overflowing there.

Her deep red hair then passed, shaking and flowing to vividly dye the knight's vision. He also held his breath, and the knight followed her and the Kingsguard knights' backs with his eyes again. Pride's "thank you" words lingered in his ears, and the knight, once removed his round edge glasses before his eyeballs got hot, rubbed his eyes and cut them off to endure.

"! Mart.

This way, right, and the words that Pride hung on the Knight of the Seventh Squad guarding in front of the door overlapped with those indicated by Stayle.

Pride remembered the knight who was in charge of healing his own injuries in a defensive battle a year ago.

Mart, who had heard only a few noisy Knights of the Eighth Squad, had noticed that they were close before the Prides.

Stiffened with his mouth open, he stands with an extended spine as if he had a sword on his back. Mart couldn't keep an eye out of it all the way from the moment he was able to see Pride's deep red hair from a distance.

Besides, that pride even called me by name, realizing it would be. It was only a moment of defense a year ago that he was directly involved. She remembered the name she answered when she was asked. That alone was bad enough for him in the heart.

That's where the pride we wanted to save is. Plus, with a smile we know, they're turning that on me now.

Mart accidentally turns slightly against that presence, which is too unrealistic. Still, only her eyes solidify from body to body with her fixed to pride. She steps over a little faster.

"You protected Leon, too. Thank you.

That said, I gently held Mart's hand with both hands so as to wrap it.

Suddenly he was touched by pride and Mart's face blushed all at once by too much surprise. I tied my lips, held my breath and relaxed, but instead I became speechless.

Not at all, you're safe and most importantly, the words I'd like to say Prince Leon is here line my head, but they don't come out of my mouth.

The style makes me laugh a little at Mart's condition, but I immediately put out a help boat. "Sister," he said softly, turning his face up from pride and returning it short as he noticed.

Hands off the pride, Mart's heat finally pulls just a little. He lowered his head with his lips tied as he rocked his brain in his dreams.

After I managed to escape my pride from my sight, my body finally moved and opened its door to them. If you make a noise that rubs the door and clasp, and you expand your vision beyond the door.

A young man with blue hair was there.