"That concludes the early morning exercise. Make sure you're ready for your next exercise.
Ha! and the voice of the knights is returned to Roderick, the leader of the Knights.
Finishing the early morning exercise as usual, the sun was rising brightly when the morning ceremony from the first Knights Commander took place.
"And Alan Bernards, Column Bordeaux, and Harrison Dirk are to come to the Knights Chief's office soon after this. That's it."
Dismissed! and the voices are strewn, and the knights scatter after the overlapping voices of the knights. A strong voice was returned by the recruits if Clark, the deputy commander lining up next door, spoke out, "Don't let the recruits fail to clean up".
"Then Mr. Harrison, you're going to breakfast first.
Please eat properly, Arthur calls out.
Besides, when Harrison returned just one word, the next moment he made his way to the Knights Chief's office with his fast feet ahead of the Rodericks. Arthur, who only dropped off the remnants, also twists his neck as he watches the column and Alan head toward the Knights Chief's office. The Kingsguard knight scratched his head thinking he would be called as well.
If the Knights Commander ordered, he would obey without thinking about a reason. Harrison rushed to the dining room, thinking that both Mistress and Alan and Column knew the reason for the call from a calm appearance.
If we finish eating right now, we might be able to help by the time the recruits get ready for the morning exercise.
"... I hope Mr. Harrison and the others missed dinner."
……
"I'm sorry about the morning. I wanted to talk to you before the Kingsguard mission.
Shortly after welcoming Roderick in front of the Knights Chief's office, Alan and the others corrected their posture and thanked Roderick and Clark.
Responding by hand to the three, Roderick opens the door to the Knights Chief's office. Then Clark went inside and then Alan and the others "excuse me," followed.
"Eric's off duty today. Harrison will also be on a Kingsguard mission, so it was only now or after the exercise that the three of you will be aligned.
"It would be better if it were sooner anyway.
Roderick overlaps Clark's words. I lowered my back to my seat and looked at the three people standing up.
I have an idea why the three of them were called together. And now a slight nervousness ran over getting it released from Roderick's mouth. I tied my lips and waited for the Knights Commander's mouth to open as I stretched it against my back.
After a few seconds of silence, a lower voice was emitted from Roderick, who put his arms together, than earlier.
"............... you wanted something thoughtful again...
Zushiri, three extra nerves jump to Roderick's voice like adding weight to all the air in that place.
Harrison apologized most "sorry," in a pale voice, but Alan and the column still remained solidified. Return to Roderick so that there are no words to give back with a drawn grin. Again, yes, we were convinced why we were called. Next to Roderick, Clark was already laughing, squeaking his throat. "It's not about apologizing," Roderick said to Harrison, then exhaled a long deep sigh before continuing the conversation.
"Last night, Her Majesty the Queen sent me a circular. … officially, that it has been approved. The day is in three days. Me and Clark will also be present. As for preparation and scheduling, … it goes without saying.
To the words, the three of them opened their eyes at the same time.
The surprise and joy is enormous that it really does come true, albeit what I expected. Alan would have jumped up if not in front of the Rodericks. Regards! and the three aligned their voices, and now it was time to bow their heads deeply. Roderick, who exhaled a second long sigh early in that response, deposited his body on his back once and for all. I wrinkle between my eyebrows and look at the three of them in turn.
"You know, this is a special case. Without this feat and the wishes of Lord Pride, it would be impossible. As I command my men, and myself, to my liver.
The three aligned their words again to Roderick in case.
Roderick, who holds his head slightly as he elbows to his desk. Although Arthur's award ceremony and Tiara's king-sister establishment just happened the other day, I think this is it now.
Besides, Alan and Harrison didn't expect to hitch a ride to the column. It's hard to imagine the three of us thinking the same thing at the same time. So did someone suggest and invite or involve the other two? Heavy your head thinking Alan is reasonable in terms of character. I half-seriously wonder if any of the Historical Knights chiefs are just as surprised by their men as they are by themselves.
And though I knew it, I deplored Pride's influence on the Knights. I am sure that this time it will surely be a laughable thing if I do not also tell the knights that the three of them are special.... and the fact that friends lining up next door will laugh with their bellies.
"The United Kingdom of Hanazoo, which is still staying on that day, is naturally also in the castle. Perhaps they will also invite you. It was already a week ago.... to keep your mind tight.
In Roderick's words, heavy as lead, the three swallowed their mouths.
There's no way I'm not tightening up. How special this is, and if we don't get our breasts up, we'll shame our pride and the Knights.
He raised his voice again and allowed Roderick to leave the room "that's it," if he bowed his head. Thank you in turn from the column close to the door and leave to the outside. As Clark was biting off his laughter, Roderick wrinkled between his forebrows all the time, and saw their exit until the door closed.
"... Clark. One day, am I the only one who really thinks His Majesty is going to blame?
"I'll keep my head down then, too. And because Harrison is such a guy, but... Column and Alan really did it this time, too.
Roderick nodded silently at Clark, who continued to laugh, let's take a big look at him.
"Don't forgive that man for his sacrifice."
The torture wing of the recapture war.
The exchange there was reported via correspondents, even if not partially terminated. I also know that it was the column that brought sanity back and instantly stopped the pride that tried to harm itself, and that it was Alan who made him let go of the knife from the pride that still wanted death.
'I don't just protect that one, sometimes I inhibit it. Embarrassed before sacrificing, and forcibly stopped.'
It was no other Roderick who gave the two men such instructions after the defense war.
Column and Alan undoubtedly fulfilled their instructions because they were aware of the danger to their pride. I stopped and held her back, who might have moaned that it would have been easier to die on that spot as soon as possible, almost crushed by the consciousness of sin.
Even if there were more painful things ahead than death, and I would have tormented her more than I have now, I still resisted my will.
They definitely did what Roderick wanted then.
And I'm sure Roderick and Clark will be ready to pierce it even beyond.
"That" reward deserves the columns.... I know that, too.
Right, Clark laughs bitterly at Roderick, who ends up saying.
Though I thought it was his feeling, I understood that he was still happy too.
Knock on your friend's shoulder sitting in a chair and head to the door yourself. "Well, if we don't get there soon, we're gonna be late for breakfast," Roderick stood up silently too. Clark grabbed the door knob, turned it and opened it, and the outside blurring with the lid jumped into their ears in an instant.
"Mr. Harrison, what are you doing?" Please go to dinner before the ambush. "
Kickin 'wink! and the sound of metal sounded strong, and from what I saw, Harrison was about to ambush the Knight of the Eighth Squad.
Clark laughs bitterly at the sight again. Roderick also covers his face with one hand as if he was frightened.
Harrison, slashed by the Knight of the Eighth Squad, who finished his meal early, threw it off to the knife the next moment. "It'll be over soon," he returned without looking back, but Arthur said, "I'll eat Mr. Harrison's share!" and further absurd his voice. He had rushed in to eat to help the recruits and had just returned to the practice area.
To Arthur's words, Harrison thought it wouldn't matter, but dare to shut his mouth. There was already no sign of Alan and Column, and Harrison was the only one who still didn't make it to the dining room. With Arthur's screams and Harrison's onslaught, it's not the only Knight of the Eight who desperately avoids an attack. Even a blow from Harrison, which was more damaging than usual, could be a major injury if he lost focus. And with Arthur's reprimand, if Harrison tries to get it over with,
"If you skip breakfast today, you'll have my share tomorrow."
Arthur, who only put up with Harrison and his men's exercise of strength, yelled instead.
As soon as that happens, Harrison's attack stops perfectly. Kim! and the blade gently touched the knight's sword surface, but he didn't step in any further. He was Harrison, with long left and right dark hair, unable to read his expression from Arthur's position, but disappeared in an instant before the knight attempted to fight back.
Wind pressure even reached Roderick's position, and Harrison was no longer on the spot as he made his way to the dining room and traveled on his fast feet. You can't let Arthur tomorrow skip breakfast to punish you.
"It's a big shag," Clark muttered, chuckling as he throated at Harrison's figure in plain sight. There will be more surprise attacks on my men today, but I'm not going to stop.
I apologize for leaving Arthur out of the way of matchmaking with his subordinate, the Knight of the Eighth Squad, but he is returned with an unsolicited reply. Arthur, who was already used to the reaction from Squad Eight, didn't give a shit about it either, and bowed his head when he noticed the Rodericks standing in front of the door. "Excuse me!" He raised his voice and ran now to help the recruits start preparing for the exercise.
"You're still at peace today, Roderick.
"... that's the best.
Hurry up, or they'll head back to the cafeteria as soon as they can.
Today, again, with the sincere hope that we will have a more peaceful day without our own appearance.