789 636. The knight is recognized.

"Knight, Arthur Beresford.

A harsh voice echoes through the hall.

Between glances.

Many guests and knights now attended and watched the space that was only allowed to be used during the Queen's sight, important discussions, and critical ceremonies.

The red carpet with gold embroidery lasted for a long time, and the queen Rosa stood with her sword in one hand at the tip of its lead. It is the upper echelons, including the royalty, that line the left and right so as to refrain behind her. Four Kingsguard knights of Knight and Pride to refrain from serving as their escort. Roderick, the Knight Commander, and Clark, the Deputy Commander, who is also his top officer to be honored, were also there close to the front row.

And in front of Queen Rosa, Arthur, only one person was allowed to kneel on the spot and hang his head.

Arthur, who gave a shout back at the call from Rosa, still doesn't lift his head. Tension squeezed my heart out and tied my lips tight.

"Your Majesty saved our First Princess Pride Royal Ivy in this battle and made a great contribution to our country. I commend that honor and give you a medal here.

Thank goodness happiness. So I give it back, my dripping head gets hot. Bakubaku and his heart sounded, and his heartbeat became unnecessarily intense when he thought he might be hearing it around the queen as well.

Arthur thinks he still doesn't deserve that.

What I have committed is treason and violence. It's in the knight. He said it was a serious act. He just threw everything away for what he still wanted to protect.

He gently put his sword on his shoulder and swallowed his mouth with force in his fist to prevent the trembling vibrations from transmitting to Rosa.

The name of the medal is communicated according to the ritual procedure, and in the meantime breathe not only among the participants, but also among the prides. Only the steps were communicated in advance. Instead of pride I didn't even know what medals or rewards there were exactly. The medals that Arthur has now been awarded are quicker to count from the top among the medals that Roderick, the current Knight Commander, can hold. It was an unprecedented honor for a knight who was only twenty years old to get it.

Arthur stops with force in his jaw as his mouth seems to open wide. "I can't accept that," said Arthur of Boulder, who had no courage to break the air. Instead he showed his willingness to receive and looked back at Rosa from the bottom. Strengthen your facial muscles and desperately tighten your expression.

Rosa's soft expression was reminiscent of Tiara, and Rin's standing was reminiscent of pride, and Arthur's heart rattled loudly. At the same time, the moment the prides, who withheld behind Rosa's back, were in sight.

'But.... this is all I'm asking you to accept'

Reminds me of the words I received from Pride.

As soon as that happened, Arthur held his breath reflexively. Instead of opening his mouth, he opened his eyes strongly, correctly capturing and burning the sight that extended into his sight. I stare at all the embroidery on the carpet, and it is only this time that I take the view that I didn't realize just taking Rosa's word for it. It is definitely Rosa, the Queen, who is in front of us and who is performing the ritual.

But I even remember the illusion that the words of pride that I had in my head in a flash were too new and clear, as if I were now undergoing rituals of pride on this occasion.

"At that time, Arthur saved me in any way..." Yeah, because the fact that he saved us wouldn't change. "

Being given that word by Pride was so shocking to Arthur that it struck down his thoughts.

Arthur didn't care, even if no one recognized his handles. It was all about the result that I was able to pick up pride, save it, above all over handwriting, merit, medals and rewards.

"We," she retorted, nodded strongly, not only in pride, but also in the style that was next door. I caught a glimpse of why he hit me for the first time then.

And Alan and the others behind him also slapped him on the shoulder one after the other and affirmed him. I was glad to Arthur hundreds of times more than when the facts admitted to them, who knew what they had actually done, were glorified by the people throughout the country.

Arthur is definitely the only medal I'll ever be awarded.

Many times, many times, I didn't doubt it was my only handle.

There were only a few things I could do. Nonetheless, he was told by Pride, who was not anything else but "just Arthur's". If she admitted it, I honestly felt proud to receive it as well.

If Pride thinks you deserve that medal, even if everyone else says you don't deserve it, you can take it with your chest up no matter who you think you are more than anyone else. My work was found worthy of that medal for Pride. My partner recognized me as a respected knight. Then nowhere else is there a reason not to receive it.

Nowhere is there any reason not to strain your chest.

A straight raised face and a pale eye reflect Rosa and behind her.

The world was much warmer and closer than Arthur thought. Behind the queen lies the knight of royalty and escort, as well as the chief and deputy chief of the knighthood. If I were myself seven years ago, I would undoubtedly have been a heavenly being who would not even be allowed to approach me.

He was just admiring and envious, and even reaching out was a disgraceful glare. Even the medals received were too fearful and expensive for people like myself to receive. But now, all of that is illuminating me.

Pride and Tiara shine their eyes to compare Arthur and Rosa. I can't help but be glad that Arthur was recognized for his work so much for them. I was purely pleased that he climbed another high view as a knight.

The style watching next to it also pointed a satisfying grin at Arthur. I think Arthur, the only partner unique to me, was recognized in the right way. I dared to do it with a mean grin if I thought I was in Arthur's sight, but now I was desperate to avoid putting too much joy into my expression to stick up more than that. If there wasn't anybody on this occasion, I'd say "Yikes!!," he realizes that he would have held his fist as long as he could and raised his voice.

And above all, and.

With that in mind, the tears were seriously about to lift up again, and Style was forced to erase his thoughts. Arthur's eyes were somewhat delighted by the fact that he had many years of experience. My mouth is about to loosen and I gently bite through my mouth.

Both Kingsguard knights Alan and Eric were always smiling after the column was surprised at the height of the medal position. Even though Arthur received far above the medal they held, no one was even jealous or jealous. I'm relieved that he was rewarded, and I'm glad it was Arthur like no other who earned that medal. Instead, I thought Arthur smiled a little stunned by the size of the medal.

Only Harrison was closest to expressionless, but the open purple eyes emitted a strong light on top of this. When Arthur gets here, he shouts proudly in his heart that he is the most praiseworthy knight in this recapture. Only this time I sincerely thought he deserved that medal more than the beloved Clark than the venerable Roderick. So much for the size of Arthur's medal. Ningro, who would have quietly burned in anger if the medal had not been to his satisfaction here, his mouth had been slightly loose since he heard his medal. When Harrison entered his sight, for a moment Arthur thought it was a mistake. A year ago, I first saw it in Harrison's room, on that look close to a laugh.

The joy of the Kingsguard knights, like all other participating knights, was not as hidden in their expressions. Arthur's awards and honors are so delightful.... that (...) and (...) what (...) Ri (...) also (...) and.

Moreover, Gilbert, the king and his wife, Albert, and even Vest, the regent, undoubtedly had a warm eye on him. Arthur could see at a glance that it was not a laugh for rituals as royalty, but something without the care that was sincerely celebrating him.

Especially Jill Bale, whose grinning, long glances were shaking behind her. I could hear the joyous emotions that would engulf me, even if I wasn't Arthur, on the tense face that would withstand moisturizing. I can't help but be happy for him that Arthur has now been rewarded in this way. As soon as I realized what I was thinking, I felt like I was really moisturizing my eyes. In natural motion, Jilbel wiped with his fingers and was only spared from dripping off.

Arthur, who accepted that each of their warm expressions reflected in his sight without distracting himself from Rosa, who was in the front, was directed at him as nothing else, swallowed his mouth fine again and again before he could swallow it up. And...

... Father. Clark.

I called them in my chest, listening to Rosa's proclamation and words.

With a father I respect for myself, and a presence like a brother. I've always admired them, wishing to line up again and again one day, and have desperately waved my sword each time.

If you capture Rosa in the middle of your sight, their appearance will only snugly enter the edge of your sight. However, I could only be sure that it was definitely pointing that attention straight at me. And I dared Roderick to refrain from that untraceable position.

Arrange Clark slightly out of position to keep him from becoming unnatural, but the look was not enjoying the joy of springing up.

Roderick, in particular, had difficulty suppressing emotions in front of the knights and the public, as well as suppressing anything that went up in the back of his throat. With a tightened face, only the same deep ethereal eyes as Arthur's were now red. I caught my eye only once while Arthur leaned down, but I couldn't hide my reddened eyes once. Clark, who stole it next door, clearly figured it out. It was still better enjoyed when Arthur was brought in with a serious death wound.

Arthur, my proud son, approached himself one step closer if only by the size of one medal. To the queen of the kingdom of Friesia, he was recognized as a knight by men from all over the country.

Arthur wanted to be a knight by admiring himself at an early age. Once Arthur, who was frustrated because of himself, his father, said he had given up his knight. When he was thirteen, he sought a knight, and Arthur climbed from recruit to main unit knight, from deputy captain to captain. …………………………………………………………………………….

Roderick, Clark, the knights, Style and Jill Bale were the same things that made me happiest to cry right now. Even with each feeling of joy for Arthur, there is undoubtedly only one reason to make them heat up the back of their breasts and stick them up their throats.

Arthur's, relapse.

Dying serious injuries and loss of right arm.

The sight now was a miracle for those who knew him, who had undoubtedly taken a knight's life and whose life was even in danger.

Everyone gave up once, because Arthur's future as a knight connected. On the contrary, the task of risking his life in a formal setting is thus rewarded, living and being awarded as a knight. There's nothing more they want from Arthur than this. Because I even thought it would be good if you lived for once.

"Arthur Beresford. Do you have the reward you want?

Rosa asks.

Next to her, one of the priests held every medal to be venerated to Arthur, refraining from doing so. The brilliance and symbolism were a sign that knights from all over the country would not stop greeting. Nonetheless, Arthur holds his breath to Rosa, who inquires before awarding the medal.

No, he said. I stopped while trying to move that mouth with an "ah". The question must be answered immediately. You can't keep the queen waiting for the audience. Arthur hesitated just before to say what he could have said without hesitation.

I've already had enough of myself. But the supreme power of this country now gives us wealth, status and anything. Now that you can wish for anything in this place that the Queen herself cannot easily hinder in front of the people.

"... of Her Royal Highness the First Princess of the Upright Royal Ivy, to the Knight..."

The rubbed voice let off momentum and sounded in the hall.

At one point, the scene was noisy. It's a noise like asking what it means. The confusion was the same not only for the guests and knights, but also for the pride, the stays and the rosa in front of them.

Arthur is already a Kingsguard of Pride. It has already been introduced from Rosa's mouth even before the people. Nonetheless, why do we want that again in this context now?

Arthur later sweat erupted into words that came out of his mouth unexpectedly and without explanation. Her throat dried up callously and tension caused her heart to vibrate to her ears. Shit, I told you not to. Tension runs to Arthur as if he could snap his neck if he misspells it any more. Remaining in a kneeling position, he grips hard enough to tremble his hands on the floor and strains his throat again.

"FUTURE Eternal Robbery, no matter what, it is my wish to remain a knight of Her Royal Highness Princess Pride. Please, ………………………………………………………"

... yet, because it's not enough.

Since Pride was leopard changed and the Kingsguard knight was suspended, Arthur was reminded more than once than he disliked.

that there are still discrepancies that cannot be reached to help them who are royalty. That's why he wishes. Pride, and the style that supports her. The right to continue to protect Tiara as a knight.

Rosa turned her eyes round once to Arthur's appeal as if she had voiced her thirst intact. I finally understand what he wants and look back on this one. I wonder what he tried to accomplish, even as a rebel, by throwing away all the knights' titles and positions.

"That's your wish, isn't it?

Slowly, Rosa's open eyes loosen.

Contrary to the majestic passing voice, the words were soft to confirm slowly. If Arthur responded to it without blinking one, Rosa easily returned the words, "It would be good".

"Then I will give you the right. From now on, you have the right to come to your pride as a knight whenever you wish. In the castle, in the king's house... even at the end of the earth.

Arthur's eyes shine in his forgiveness.

To her like no other, he tided his face with joy when he had the right to rush at any time. The slightly empty mouth was strangely telling the story that the permission was a greater reward for him than the medal.

Rosa laughs small without making a sound at the change in her honest expression. "Arthur Beresford," he called the name again, and Arthur's face tightened again as he panicked. Thank you Happiness, and revamp your kneeling position to return the words. Drop your head again and prepare to express your gratitude for what you have been given not only in words but throughout your body, sucking up oxygen with one breath

"The Holy Knight."

... Now, I didn't really have a voice.

The shock was too strong to understand the meaning of the word.

The pitch stopped and the breath I tried to emit was interrupted in front of my lungs. I forgot to blink, and I couldn't afford to open my eyes to harden up to my facial expressions.

Even the guests and knights who heard Rosa's words doubted their ears at the words. Expectations and excitement mixed in, and few of the guests covered their mouths. Arthur "will not be blocked with his empty mouth covered in what he has been given.

I couldn't even afford to hold down the edge of my glasses. My fingertips cramp and I don't even get my arms up.

Silence flows like a noise striking water, and silence like tinnitus pricks Arthur's ear. Understand that the words I heard would still have remained intact in the reaction of losing words, not just myself, but even the audience.

Bees, when Arthur finally caught Rosa in sight again, angling her neck up into small pieces that made her bow like a bee and an impossible doll. Rosa's rose lips opened as if waiting, spinning out the continuation.

"Let us give and forgive with that" title. Nearest knight's seat to the future perpetual robbery in the pride of becoming the next queen.

Ha………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The red tide intensifies within the glare of my face, making me blush so much that I can see it in the distance because of it, though I'm afraid. Now it was time for everyone on the spot to be in Rosa's words to cease. "Medal", "Reward" and "title" to the presence of a knight given immediately by the Queen at a time.

And Arthur, too, can't hide the confusion. Even if the Queen was given the title immediately, it's a big deal. But the reason Arthur became so excited and exposed his upset that his body trembled with more to nothing.

"Aliases……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

"Wounded Knight." Yes, Roderick was called because of his glorious accomplishments.

Still no knight with an alias but Roderick. And Arthur now gave it to the queen as the title. It is not strange to keep a name in history, a testament to the achievement of greatness.

However, only Arthur, who could not hide his joy in his own obtaining the same alias as Roderick, the knight he admired, had yet to realize. of the given title, to its size.

"The title of the Holy Knight has been earned in the long history of the Kingdom of Friesia. There are only two Knights, the ancestors.

Both of those figures were legendary knights who had left their names far back in history. It was given to one knight again after more than hundreds of years. The people who knew it suppressed the cheer and excitement that everyone wanted to gush, and drank solidly.

"The common denominator of the forefathers given the name of the Holy Knight is that they are knights. Being heavily involved in the importance of shaping the future of the country. And...

"Strong, noble and brave. He who is loyal, combines generosity with faith and carries courtesy and noble deeds. … a title that is recognized for everything and allowed only by knights.

With that word in hand, I still haven't pinned on Arthur.

All of my esteemed knights are knights who combine all of them. I wondered for a moment why they had not yet been given it.

Only Roderick, whose coveted knight has been his father since childhood, is oblivious to the history and anecdotes of the knight, rather than the kingdom of Friesia. A hero to him as a child is a father more than a character in a book. And since I was thirteen, pride, because those two were the only ones.

However, I was trembling when I realized on this occasion that I was also equipped with the elements that my venerable knight possessed.

Fists that I gripped hard also hurt and my lips dry. He turned his moisturizing pale eyes toward Rosa, enduring the seemingly zero tears many times.

To the magnitude of what was given one after another, Arthur felt his emotions twitching and about to wave. Contrary to that, Rosa finally moves on to the final closing, with an elegant grin as queen unchanged.

He drew the sword he placed on Arthur's shoulder and turned instead to the medal the priest kept holding back in his hands. As she moves, Arthur also slowly kneels and rises. After that, the Queen herself, the ceremony will be closed if the medal is awarded to his chest. So, uh, Rosa rethinks before she reaches out. Rosa turned her gaze to Arthur again, smiling as she looked back at him, opening her eyes slightly strangely.

"... you were a knight of pride.

Huh, and Rosa shrugged so small that she had a grin that didn't make her feel old like a girl for just a moment.

The word only reached Arthur in front of him and Cedric, who was invited as one of the attendees. But soon he asks Arthur with a voice that unleashes majesty so that he can sound it this time.

"Arthur Beresford. Do you have a royal family who will give you this medal?

Normally, it's up to the queen. Because being given by her hand, the supreme power of the country, is the best honor of the country.

But everyone had predicted who Arthur, who had already put his hopes high into words, would want most. And that's also why Rosa dared ask him that on a measured basis.

Arthur rang his throat loud once. Gokuri and the sound echoed in me so much that I thought it might have sounded for a moment. Then with his open eyes and dry mouth, he emitted a voice close to his breath, "Prah......" and... stopped.

It's only been about two beats. But the attendees wondered that he stopped trying to speak the name without hesitation as he remained impulsive.

Then again, Arthur opened his mouth with a calm glance this time. Instead of remaining a shock, I return it with a knightly trick, and thank you and show my gratitude to the queen for the measure before releasing my words again.

"I would like to wish His Royal Highness the First Prince of Stale Royal Ivy.

The blurring spread to the spot only once with surprise.

The quiet voice of Arthur still sounded in the hall with his core. Why there and just as the audience dew their pure doubts, Arthur continued his words without distracting himself from Rosa.

"If it's going to come true, he wants to be recognized by His Royal Highness Princess Pride's one-armed Prince Style....... I hope so.

That being said, for the first time, Arthur pointed his gaze straight at the style.

If I had captured him from the front, which I could only capture at the edge of my sight, it would have been a stunning colour on top of this now. He had no power in his mouth, which was slightly open in public, and looked back at Arthur with a round eye.

Tiara and Pride gaze at him happily from the side, but that didn't even get into the eyes of the current style. The reassuring look represented that he had not envisaged this development at all.

Jill Baer accidentally bites off a laugh at that look on his face and deflects his face from being noticed. Arthur smiled quietly at him too blindly. Unlike the one strained by the tension just now, the powerless grin of the shoulder is directed at an unrivalled friend.

Rosa, who was surprised once, then turned her gaze to Steel. Instead of words, Stayle returns the words "joyfully" with a blink forgotten to ask Rosa with a gaze.

As soon as that happened, ooh...... and my guest leaked my voice. There is only enough in history to count in the queenly kingdom of Freesia, such as the prince taking charge of the medal award to the knight. And the only prince allowed to do that is a pure royal family not all of whom are adopted. It was undoubtedly the first attempt ever made by the adopted son, the prince.

Style, who fully understood it, turned a blind eye to pride only once. As soon as the eyes meet, the dazzling grin and snort are returned from her.

Style, with her permission, the first princess, fluttered and rocked her body only for the first step. Afterwards, his consciousness as the First Prince is determined, and he lines up to Rosa in a definite foothold in the gaze of many people. Arthur looked at himself with a surprised look on his face when he stabbed him in the eye. On that slightly worse look, Style also finally blinks twice. Moisturizes eyes and slightly loosens shoulder strength. And carefully took the medal as urged by the priest and Rosa.

Face the front once as shown to your guests, then turn back to Arthur with your stretched spine. Taller than himself, he regrets a little that he takes the form of looking up when it comes from close range. But I was proud that I was chosen to give this medal more than that. to Arthur, a friend, partner and best knight in his knowledge. And...

Being nominated for pride and your "hero" is so trembling.

With that in mind, Steele's neat grin nearly relaxed more than that.

He bites into his mouth and puts his strength on his fingers to finally give Arthur a medal to his chest. Styles that should be cleverer than people took a little effort. Trembling fingers and my heart rocked my body from the inside out and I couldn't aim well. Still concentrate your consciousness to make it go smoothly. Take great care not to tilt his medal, even if it's wrong, to remember.

"Are you satisfied?"

Suddenly. Arthur asked him with a whispering little voice.

The voice, directed solely at the near-range style so that Rosa could not even hear it, definitely reached her ears word for word. But he looked back at Style as he moved his hand, not knowing what it meant. Depending on how you hear it, it also sounds like a hatred or arrogance for what you've done by letting them award you a medal. But if Arthur asked with a pitch-black glance that there was no way he would say that, he lurked his voice again.

"...... yet, I'm not the Knight Commander.

Style stopped moving for only a moment to Arthur's words, which he said with a slight smell of laughter.

He immediately moved to delude himself, and the more he tried to pass into the fabric of his uniform, the smoother his fingers moved the more he wanted to laugh. My eyes dazzle just a little bit at the feeling of my memory running around my head at the speed of light, as if I were a daydream.

"I'm not happy yet."

Try to satisfy me more, Arthur.

A year ago.

It was the word I said to him when I drank to celebrate his promotion to deputy captain.

Something satisfying about a deputy captain, or if you're about a knight captain, you'll be satisfied. I still remember how proud I felt when I said so. Arthur didn't end up like this, he had absolute confidence in the style that it would end.

And now in front of him, he was a holy knight recognized by many people and given no more praises and titles to defend his medals and pride.

With that in mind, it was now time to really get into it. Style even wonders if Arthur is deliberately trying to make me cry because my tear glands are echoing deep into my eyes. And I also think I know best that I'm a person who doesn't do that.

I wanted to say it with my mouth. Not yet, he said. I want to break your nose with my usual cliche. Finally, I want to be more proud of myself. But the things to put in and the irresistible joy prevailed only this time in his irony.

"...... oh.

Returns words with a volume close to the sound of exhalation.

I definitely finished putting a medal on his chest and turned a soft grin on him as he faced the brink of releasing his hands.

The two of us turn to the same front as Rosa, as shown to the attendees. A knight with a glorious medal in his chest and a prince who was allowed a medal award by his first adopted son in history. As everyone shines their eyes and leaks their admiration at them lining up with the Queen. Rosa's declaration decorated the end with a voice that at the same time sounded more than anyone else.

"The Holy Knight Arthur Beresford. I commend you here for your honor.

The cheer of praise and praise that spared the words from all over the hall on a derisive basis swelled to the point of breaking my ears.

Both guests and knights repeatedly applauded their hands to the point where everyone on the spot was paralyzed without the excitement cooling down, and repeatedly shouted the names of Rosa, Arthur and Style. Upbeat, their heat raises the temperatures in the hall, wrapped in literal heat.

"Holy Knight!" And if anyone raised their voice, one by one, instead of Arthur's name, his aliases were directed against the knight who dwelt the medal in his chest.

When the ritual was over and Arthur finally moved his neck freely and looked around the hall, he was forced to roll over by the number of not many attendees. If you look embarrassed about that praise, your mouth angle will clumsily rise. But right after that, from the guest, in the direction of Queen Rosa. I accidentally tied my lips if I overlapped with the eyes of my father, who was clarking alongside my deputy commander.

The tide is red again that I am being applauded by Roderick and, above all, that I have seen him clear as my knight. With eyes that had already begun to moisten, Arthur bowed his head toward him alone, looking back at the same pale eyes as himself.

Immediately sensing Arthur's intentions, Roderick returned the joy with only a laugh. Clark compared the two on the side, but without saying anything, he also continued to smile and give Arthur a spare round of applause. Shortly after that, Arthur's eyes were pointed straight at him, and Clark grinned bitterly as he lit up a little on him as he bowed his head again.

He nodded loudly and again as Arthur could tell, turning his gaze in a different direction before quickly wiping his eyes with his fingers. If I looked at my best friend from next door who would want to cry the most, as soon as Arthur's gaze came off, he was off his face straight behind me with his mouth covered in one hand. Clark slapped that shoulder several times, with anticipation as to what he looked like.

As he circled his body about the axis, he gazed at each side, and Arthur finally stopped moving in one direction again. Then Steele turns to follow Arthur's gaze, too, and laughs.

To ourselves, to the pride that still keeps applauding.

Arthur, and Pride was far more pleased than he was that many people were celebrating that Style was admired. The two people, who burned that grin in their eyes, couldn't get out of sight for a while. I've thought it over and over again. But they bite that happiness over and over again just because Pride laughs again as usual and stays there.

He said he could get it back.

I gave up once, and still kept doing it and I did pull her back into the light again.

Medals, awards, titles, accolades and praises, for all of them, her smile was what was most valuable. Now, on this occasion, this situation. Everything was a dream sight for them.

The two moved their gaze at the same time without showing each other, wrapped in the heat that kept turning up and the drinking that kept rocking the tympanic membrane.

From pride, to the front where there are participants who continue to send their praises. And so that the momentum could be disputed by a praise that never diminished, Style moved only its mouth, slapping Arthur's back invisible to the people.

"Very satisfied.

Answer the question you asked. Sure enough, Arthur, listening, whined with an unusually full grin, keeping his face to the front.

Okay, and. Style, who heard his partner's voice, laughed alone again. I only answered my voice once as I leaned down, pretending to fix the position of the black edge glasses.

The excitement of the people jumped to its earliest climax before the celebration of one evening, which was also the real deal.