766 619. The Princess of Silence speaks,

Kang, Kang, Kang.

"Thank you.... Are the prides inside yet?

Regularly poking his wand, Leon visited in front of the hospital room with his escort.

I can walk without a cane if I say it just by my body anymore, but I wanted to minimize the burden as much as possible in order to speed up the healing. The doctor allowed him to move inside the ambulance building, and he visits Val's room again as usual.

If it was time now, I could take a leg, wondering if it was time for the prides to be there, and I could hear the woman's voice creaking from across the door, as I expected.

I don't know what you're talking about, but I'll ring a knock to the door myself to get myself added quickly and put my hand on the door knob. From Pride, Leon had told both the knights and Leon that it was okay to let them through even when he was talking. Furthermore, Val had already allowed Leon to come in on the day after day without waiting to reply because it was a hassle for him to reply. Val gave up more precisely because he would eventually come into the room, even if he tried to stick it through the door to go home to ignore it.

And this time too, Leon opens the door as usual. Today was Cedric's day back home, but I couldn't drop myself off.

I already said hello yesterday, but I was thinking about talking to Pride about dropping him off.

"Maybe Leon and I got back together.

Karavan......

As soon as he opened the door, Leon zeroed his wand out of his hand into the dialogue of pride that jumped in.

It was just after the bomb statement flew, so at once the quiet space sounded a horrible cane rolling on the floor.

Pride turned his eyes round to the sound, causing his ex-fiancé, who was in front of the door, to unwittingly pull his face.

"Leo......!" and get out that far, and stop. Contrary to his pride as his complexion turns blue, Leon gets a red tide from his cheek as he looks around with a pompous face. Feeling the unusual air, Anemone's knight, who had refrained outside the room before Leon closed it, peered into the room once to make sure it was safe, and then closed the door.

Leon gazes from pride to around it without saying a word. Tiara looks back at Leon with her round eyes with her mouth open. Stiffening with the mouth of "Ah" I was blocking my mouth with both hands as she remembered along the way.

Val is already eagling and leaning over his face looking heavy on his head. Chemetho and Sefek turned to Leon with their necks twisted, but the look on their faces made them wonder nothing about the current situation. Only Arthur and Column and Stayle had a horrible comparison of Pride and Leon. Finally Leon is convinced that the words he just said are not misheard.

"Pride.... what's that now...?

With his pompous mouth, he asks her from in front of the door without room to hide his blushing face. In the meantime, Pride said, "Ah... oh no!" After turning his body back to Leon, "he said.

The boulder's pride is also in a hurry when he hears the story at a hell of a time. I don't know what to do... and make him wander his gaze like he asked for help, but he was nowhere near the right person. It's okay, if you put it in order, I'm sure you won't be angry with me, and while I tell myself in my heart, pride...

"We're talking about what the Lord was going to do after he lost his right to inherit the throne. Leon wants to get back together with the Lord?

Leon's complexion blurred this time to the small bomb from Sefek... and the reddish vapor.

A bright blue pride jumped up from the shouting chair and rushed over to Leon, who flickered as he lost his wand. "No! Because it's not! I'm sorry," exclaimed Pride, apologizing and shouting, "and while confused by it, Val blocked my mouth where Chemetho said" Val too "to follow Sefek's words.

He handed Leon the wand that Pride had picked up, urging him to take Leon's seat as usual with his arms around his back to support him. Because Leon and Pride always visit, Leon couldn't think of a word on his febrile head as he sat in a chair that was left beside his bed without being cleaned up. To Leon, who also forgot to blink and became like a mannequin, Pride began to explain from the beginning of the story so that he could say again with an apology: "I'm sorry I said something weird."

……

"By the way.... may I ask you something, Pride?

After one paragraph of talk about his request with Val, Stayle immediately threw a new topic at the silence of just a few seconds.

What do you think? To the pride of asking, Style flaunted his facial muscles only once. Then continue with a slightly lower voice after swallowing the inside of your mouth.

"Earlier, I was talking to your mother...

Giggle! And Pride's shoulders went up and down hard.

At the same time, Tiara shudders her shoulders with tingling and hardens her body. Column, Arthur, and Val and the others turned their gaze to the reaction of the two too plain to understand.

Wha... what...? and the pride, which is considerably more perplexing than just now, had a cramped mouth end.

I don't think I'm going to speak in front of the Kingsguard knights or the Vals about what was stopped by Rosa and the others, the queen, only for the style. We're not supposed to be talking about Tiara's predictive abilities or her king's matchmaking business here! Though, I can't wipe a bad feeling of pride in that heavy voice.

Even from Tiara, I dared to shut up, wondering when my predictive abilities had started and why I had been so silent. The truth is that there was something like a mountain that I wanted to talk about both pride and style. Now that we have a strict system of precautions until we encounter the Radian Empire, knights and guards are bound to accompany us wherever we go in the castle. We can't even talk to them. Now it was the current situation where Tiara enjoyed everything she wanted to ask Pride, Pride to Tiara, and Style to both of us.

When all is asked, it is only after the strict system of precautions of the Radian Empire has been put in place and Tiara's ability to predict and establish herself as a king and sister has been made public.

That's why Style also chooses words. Even if we talk on this occasion, "to the extent that it is not officially a problem, only questions that I couldn't help but ask are thrown into pride.

"... Since when did Pride intend to relinquish his right to inherit the throne?

Kickin '. And in an instant, pride solidified every cramped look.

Arthur and Column took a breath and reached for the hem of the style as Tiara panicked, "To... brother..." as Chemetho and Sefek echoed each other.

He is pulled hard and prompted to withdraw, but still the style keeps an eye out for pride. I opened my mouth to explain if Arthur ran over to Style and grabbed his shoulder without thinking, "I mean, duh."

"Too then, I was calm as if I had decided from the beginning. The result was blank paper, but you told your mother that Pride was leaving the country by forfeiting her right to inherit the throne, right?

Gohoo and now the coughing sound rang from nowhere.

Pride also doesn't get undone with his facial expressions still drawn to Style's words. Uh... only my complexion changes without even saying the words. Until Tiara, who tried to stop me from staying until just now, the question seemed to bother me. I took my hand off the sleeve of the style. Furthermore, I can't even let my gaze wander because I feel Arthur and his column-like hot gaze from behind. Cold sweat conveyed her cheeks as she stared back into Style's pitch-black eyes.

"Is that when you get back to your sanity? Or long ago, was it? Though Pride said he had been making predictions for ten years.

"I've also taught Tiara the Queen's official duties since I predicted this ten years ago."

That's what Pride said before Rosa, the queen.

It was not pursued in the course of the story, but Stayle hadn't forgotten. It's not impossible to ask Pride alone if he uses his special abilities in the middle of the night. But I really wanted to ask Pride soon. Not just yourself if you can, but properly while Arthur is beside you as a Kingsguard.

It was a public execution from pride, but I can't get away with it anymore. It makes me stronger than "I can't tell you" to Style, who seriously asks while dropping dark shadows, to Arthur, who stretches his face but turns a straight eye from next to Style, and to Tiara, who leaks a sad voice next door, "Sister..." I don't want to falsify.

Moving his tight mouth slightly and eating it spicy once, Pride began to answer with a whisper that seemed to plunder at first.

"Ten years ago,... I predicted...

Pride, who answers with reverence as if to confess, felt the air on this occasion strain as soon as he uttered it.

I can never just tell you about my previous life. However, the other truth speaks while choosing to put it into words.

"Ten years ago, … that, look at the future I would betray the kingdom of Friesia. I can't really tell you, but... I found it to be something I couldn't change.

I didn't even know it was Crown Prince Adam's special ability. And Pride, who deliberately laughed bitterly and showed him, scratches his cheek with his fingertips.

No one said anything to Pride's confession. Everyone keeps silent about not blocking a word of her.

"I thought Tiara deserved the Queen much more than I did for a felony. So... when I got back to sanity, I gave up already.

Clasp your shoulders, divert your eyes from the style that binds your lips so you can indulge in something, and turn to Tiara.

Softly stroking her soft golden hair, Tiara hugged her pride with her much thinner arms. Like myself, Tiara still can't help but be sad that Pride was already ready. Because Pride carried the pain for ten years compared to himself, who had been frightened of the future for about three years. Pride opened his mouth even further as he turned his arm around Tiara's thin back and held her back.

"Because Tiara also taught me what I needed to do as queen. Something that Tiara absolutely believed would protect the Kingdom of Friesia.

To the pride of a soft smile to be dissolved in the temperatures of Tiara, the Stiles, on the contrary, made their chests bitter.

I think she was really the one who wanted to die and laughed at the pride of talking about her end so calmly.

Stile opened his mouth again with a bitter face to the pride of closing his mouth just saying he had said everything as it was. There's still one more thing left in him.

"… so did you revisit what you did at the time? Ten years ago, since I woke up with predictive abilities.

To Style's words, Pride shook his shoulder in dismay.

I didn't think they even knew that. She pulled herself away from Tiara, who was gently holding her tight as she squeezed her lips tight to her arm. If I looked up and looked at everyone I feared from what Stayle said, only Chemetho and Sefek had the look that they didn't seem to know anything about.

After all, I wonder if I have been considered "undone" by the people around me because I am in such a state. As a matter of fact, I always assumed that 10 years after I predicted myself, I was back in the game instead of "distorted personality." It's natural to assume that I've returned to myself growing up sexually evil as per the game until I remember my previous life.

That makes it a heartfelt bitter laugh this time, squeezing out the words "right......" with a mockery around his back neck.

"When I woke up to predictability, not only was it your father's accident, but it was all kinds of things... make predictions................... my future has really gone too far besides betraying my country and I've skipped myself at once.

haha...... and zero dead laughs.

In fact, it's bigger that the restoration of memories from previous lives has turned ethics and common sense upside down. But only that fact swallowed it to take it to the graveyard. If you say that, this time you'll be thrown into the tower of separation when you're out of your mind.

My face grew progressively hotter that the Stales had known me until my black history more than a decade ago. I wonder how far the hell they know, and I'm worried that they still think I'm wearing a cat. At least now I want to scream because this is my face, but I realize that saying that sounds absolutely nothing but an excuse.

"There was really nothing I could do back in the day..." he said unconsciously loudly, fanning his patsy, hotter face. The moment I thought to myself that it was an excuse to talk, my face became unnecessarily feverish and no one's eyes could match. At that time

"... may I ask...?