858 680. The Princess of Destruction can make a wish.

'Ah! I think Eric would rather have a gun than a sword!

'Sure. Eric has good arms, but all guns he uses are supplies.

'Heh, I'd like to see it once, too. Then the caliber according to the bullets paid for in the Knights of the Kingdom of Friesia is good. Because bullets aren't free either.

'Right, Leon. So, can you show me where you handle weapons in Anemone? I want to choose with my own eyes.

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Beautiful.

Eric first thought so.

I couldn't imagine when I received boxes wrapped in ribbons and fine paper from Pride. They're that pride when it comes to being nervous at the point of a gift from a woman. I doubted my ears when they told me that was a gift to me alone, not Alan, not Column, not Arthur. I didn't even think about it as far as I expected.

I couldn't take my eyes off Pride himself more than a box with beautiful decorations. How many human beings have shaped her personal gratitude in the past? My head was extra boiled if I thought so already with a head floating in heat.

Besides, as she continued, she let go of saying that she wanted to give herself a gift personally. I couldn't afford to deny the words "although I am self-satisfied," Ning Ro was shot in the chest.

I mean, it's a sign that she wanted to give it to me of her own free will, not to anyone else.

Consciousness was anchored in the smile of pride far more than what was in his hands until Tiara could speak to him. Now he's happily leaking a laugh at me, and that look that's hanging on me like it's lit up, it's all directed at me and he's laughing at me about himself. That alone blurred the brain to the point where it was filled, causing the fever to rise. I didn't even want to miss a moment of that smile directed at me.

If I unwrapped every piece of packaging and decoration, every time my heart slapped myself from the inside out. I already had my wish properly fulfilled, and even so, I couldn't afford to feel confident or shy that I could poke this back into pride.

I was the only one who got it. With that in mind, I seriously thought that my luck would be used up every time I unwrapped one.

Eric could certainly rejoice and express his sincere gratitude even if what was inside was something he was not interested in at all. Even if it's a piece of copper coin, a piece of paper, a round of garden flowers.... because it's well worth it at the time of the gift from Pride.

But it was a box that I could recognize somewhere if I opened the beautiful packaging. Preliminary vision was reinforced by the heavy construction with fittings fitted to the silver workmanship.

If you are a person on the side of a weapon, once you see it decorated in a store. But Eric himself has never had it in his hands before.

Now is the time to be in the deputy captain's shoes, Eric, but the former commoner, he doesn't have much in himself to buy anything other than weapons paid for in the Knights. Moreover, the box was dedicated to the finest of the items handled at the weapons store.

Remove the hardware that was closed, and if you open the lid, it was a handgun that was there.

It's about thirty centimeters long, to say the least. That was a little bigger than the pistol being supplied to the Knights. It wasn't an automatic pistol, it was a magnum style where you could put one bullet at a time, but it's not old fashioned. Instead, it was made of detail, and it was woven with a number of cutting-edge technologies. Despite the larger than usual barrel, the weight is not so different from the gun he usually uses. And despite the power over the Kingdom Knights' offerings, the recoil on the shooting side was kept to a minimum.

Listening vaguely to that explanation from Pride, Eric will now be blind to the gun. When it comes to guns, most of them shine silver, whereas that was the first crimson gun Eric had ever seen in his life. Red stained from the handles to the muzzle. I think that looks like a jewel with the gloss combined.

"Leon introduced me to a weapons-related store in the kingdom of Anemone, and Captain Alan and Captain Column were also consulted.

Eric was stuck breathing in the words of pride laughing at the fact that the weapon was more widely available in the kingdom of Anemone.

If Pride, the princess of the kingdom of Friesia, doesn't have to go out of her way to pick out a gun or so. If she calls a single voice, her squire will see to it as much as she wants. The Kingdom of Friesia, which is closely associated with the kingdom of Anemone, also has an adequate range of weapons. That only filled my chest with the fact that I bothered to go all the way to the rich kingdom of Anemone and consult with Alan, who is also the first prince Leon and superior officer, before choosing me.

"I've looked around a lot, but I thought this was the best. As you can see, the exterior material is a little different, and it's a lot tougher than a regular gun.

Pride tells that with a little pride as he puts his fingered hands in front of his chest. For her, I liked its performance far more than the beauty it looked and the destructive power of the gun.

Pride's words are coming into my ear, but Eric can't react well. I can't keep up with the joy, the beauty of the gun, and the amazement that I still got it from Pride.

With a puffy head, only the heart was blunt and strong, beating Eric from the inside out without resting over and over again. "So," he said, once he raised his face to the pride of cutting the words, a flowery grin spread to his sight.

"I'm sure you'll protect me about Deputy Eric, too.

I got glare.

It was as if he was suddenly exposed to heat shots. The heart also shows that the sound is more assertive and present. Swallow anything that sticks up to the back of your throat, and your hands with guns paralyze out with heat. My breathing trembled and my body was wrapped in fluffiness and flotation as if I were also in an unstable scaffold.

To the pride that is showing me who I am. And I even remember the illusion that this gun, coupled with deep red armor, is an incarnation of pride in a gun as if it contained a wish itself.

My eyeballs brought out the heat, but I rushed to bite into my mouth. I tell myself that I can't show it before pride, even before Arthur, a junior, even though it's time for rest. But the harder you get, the more every word of pride in front of you gets stained.

"Though I don't think it's a bit as user-friendly as before, I think it's okay because Captain Column and Captain Alan tried and shot me. Because you both said Deputy Eric could use it right away.

That's what I said, laughing happily.

The pride of loosening his face and laughing with a reassuring look showed two people holding back behind Eric with one hand. When Pride and Leon told him he was okay with a different gun than usual, it was the column's opinion that if Alan shot him, he could definitely handle Eric as well. Neither Alan nor it swelled. Agreed in mild condition. Alan also admits that Eric's gun arm is better than his own. And if I actually tried and shot him, the bullet shot through the target with no problem with Alan shooting.

"I hope you will use it as an aid only because of the small number of bullets that can be included. If you seem to be in the way in battle, don't hesitate to tell me. I'll get you another gun.

There were many other good guns, and Pride laughs shamelessly, taking great care not to be a burden to Eric.

There's no way I can say that. I don't even want a replacement gun. Of all the options she chose for herself, this was the best one.

But no matter how much you think in your heart, no matter how much your emotions scream, you don't answer the words. I know that my trembling lips, if I utter the word, will come in all at once.

I think to myself that my face is hot and looks like iron for the launch. I don't know what to say anymore. However, he looked back at the two men, who were also the superiors of the knight ahead indicated to Pride, bowing his head deep before thinking.

I can only thank you for recommending guns, not swords, to Pride, and for turning my attention to make it easier for me to handle them. Even if it was a gun that was hard for me to handle, no doubt Eric was going to take it and repeat the practice until he could handle it. But if it was the sword he was given, he was definitely worried about which sword he would use.

... this sword is definitely my pride too.

With that in mind, I feel strongly about the weight and presence of the sword that I should be used to wearing.

For Eric, a new sword on the day he decided to enlist in the main unit is just admirable. But I didn't want to let go any more than that. As Arthur and Alan and Column and Harrison have been unable to let go of their swords for the rest of their lives now, even for Eric, the sword is now the only one in the world.

Because it's the sword that did the pride and the recital.

At the time, the sword was allowed to proclaim and swear by Pride, who was entrusted with the first recital ceremony.

He was saved by Pride when he was a recruit and then encouraged in a madness to death, fulfilling the main squad knighthood of the memorial, the first sword to arrive in front of her.

Eric never once forgot the day he swore to her and was recognized as her knight. No way, because it was the greatest treasure for me that I never imagined I'd become her Kingsguard knight, etc.

I'm sure Alan, who knows that, took it into account, Eric thinks. Alan, the captain, was also well aware of Eric's thoughts on the sword. Alan, who loves to talk about pride with the knights, naturally heard that story from Eric many times.

I lowered my head slowly, even if I couldn't put it out in words, with a willingness to "thank you," and I get Alan complaining about something with a gently laughing column and a gesture at the same time. I don't speak to my voice, but my mouth was moving over and over again. And even with a hand gesture, Eric screams at me without sound to look at the back.

With a feverish head, it takes a little while for Eric to understand Alan's intentions. Back...? Tilt his little neck thinking, slowly flipping the gun he had in both hands in his hand. That, as soon as

Botali and. Large tears overflowed my eyes watching to the limit.

"Uh... Deputy Eric..."

What's wrong? I was in front of him. Pride panicked, and Style raised his voice. Tiara, who watched on the side, also blinked again and again suddenly.

It was the gripping surface, the widest area, that went right into Eric's eyes after he turned it over. As on the other side, the gold lettering was clearly engraved there with the royal crest of the Kingdom of Friesia, with a deep red exterior.

─ Presented to Knight Eric Gilchrist by First Princess Pride Royal Ivy

The deep-red gun, obtained in the kingdom of Anemone, was subsequently subjected to the skill of a specially capable man and was finely worked with gold.

Even the finest weapons stores in the King Friesian capital are decorations that can only be made in special stores. "Engraved by the special abilities of transcription, it was definitely an autograph of pride.

There's no way you can go wrong with that handwriting exactly the same as her name on the card that Pride gave you before. Because Eric even looked back over and over again at that single card. And it was engraved. It was also

-My sweet Kingsguard knight.

Definitely, it was a word from her.

The moment I followed it with my eyes, my emotions were faster than my understanding. Certificates that were undoubtedly gifts from Pride, and a word addressed to myself, seemed in themselves to be the most exalted titles.

It is hard to replace what no other pride has called "my" towards me personally.

I realize in the past that I could have come so close to her just admiring and respecting my pride. Even though it pleased me, and my whole body trembled in awe.

Botari, potari and large tears fall on a gun tucked into Eric's hand.

It gets wet, I held the gun in my chest hard with both hands, but I can't stop crying. I ate my teeth and tied them up, my throat caught, and I meditated on my hot eyelids, but I couldn't stop. I even stuck my breath bitterly as I clasped my throat.

I want to teach myself what I am when I was satisfied with my recruits. Think of yourself that you could make special to someone on the cloud who you didn't think would arrive.

Pride can't hide his confusion from Eric, who bites his voice to death, endures, and shakes his back round. I can't imagine why Eric, who barely fired a gun since he gave it away, suddenly cried out.

It doesn't look like he didn't like the gun, as he holds it in his arms like he cared about it. If so, would you be happy, and if the thought went that far, my hands, which had lost their way, finally moved.

Stretch and touch the gun to overlap Eric's hands holding it to his chest. His fingers, which were shivering from shoulder to arm, also had loud vibrations, I knew after I touched them.

Pride thinks I'd be sincerely happy if he was so happy to cry. Just to please Eric, she toured the store in the kingdom of Anemone, picked products and even decorated them.

Eric's hand, which touched him perfectly, was warmer on him even over the gloves. His fingers trembled from shoulder to shoulder once, frightened to the contrary if he could force him to stop trembling for a moment. I don't know why you were so happy. That's why she spins her own words.

"... this is only a small part of my gratitude. I sincerely hope Deputy Eric will continue to leap forward as a knight. I would be glad if this proved it.

I want to cuddle.

Not the gun, but herself in front of her. Eric thinks impulsively.

I'm not as active as the other Kingsguard knights. If you didn't sweep away your enemies like Harrison, you didn't risk your life like Arthur, and you didn't have her pinned down hoping to die like Alan or Column. What I can do is only slight, plain and discreet.

Kingsguard knights and names are the big ones, but what you can actually do is no different than the achievements of the other knights. It's not good for me to be treated like this when I'm always slow to take a step.

Everything was rewarded when I was able to save my pride in the recapture. But the price I originally paid is small. If I could have done something more, if I could have been more active, if I had risked more life, … I would even regret that I could have received this with more breast pressure than I do now. Now that I can defend myself from grieving pride when it comes to being able to put my chest up. And the other one.

"Thank you for not limiting yourself.

Her voice waved the air and echoed Eric's ears.

My strongly meditated eyes swell but open. The painful breath comes out. The vision of the carrot only showed color, but there was definitely her there. Her shivering deep red hair pictures from her gazing vision.

Slightly raise your face and align your open vision with hers. His mouth opened powerlessly and the tears that had lost the lid left many marks on his cheeks as he wore out and grained large. As vision begins to capture her face, Eric remembers more than three months ago.

You're not our pride anymore, are you?

That's what Alan threw when Pride drank with three Kingsguard knights after a leopard changed for a while.

I'm not going back in pride, I need to be ready for that. Still, I continued her Kingsguard, or even then I cried wretched in front of my senior knight when I was forced to make a choice.

Sometimes there was alcohol in it, but there was a greater loss of pride than that. To discern her was harder than to be cut off. Trouble, confusion, even then I was a step behind Alan and Column's statement of determination. Without being ready to be as firm as they are, but still the path you chose.

"Huh... naturally, it is... Huh!

I finally got a voice.

I cried. It rocked terribly, twice as low and cloudy as usual Eric. Eric swallowed empty his mouth many times before putting her face into view. And consciously focus on your mouth, on your cheeks, on all your facial muscles. I cry too much and everything pulls and doesn't work freely, but I still don't care how unusual my face is right now.

Consciously make a face, then finally capture the face of pride in your sight. He lays his thin hands on his hands and waits for the continuation of his words with a serious look on his face. As soon as I checked my raised face, I opened my eyes slightly to my surprise.

"Are we, Lord Pride's Kingsguard, et al.... even if you don't want to, beside you... eh.

... Keep staying, good.

A distorted grin that was powerful enough to strengthen his face was also different from the usual way Eric laughed. But the eyes that overflowed the tears glowed strongly, and above all, there were feelings there that were not false.

I have nothing to stand out for, nothing to be proud of, nothing to be brave about. But there's only one thing I think Eric can be proud of.

That time. Not once since he was questioned about his choice did Eric intend to leave the Kingsguard knight. Even if I didn't spare the irrevocable moment, at the end of the day I put my sword to Alan or the column and didn't feel like leaving my pride to be slashed. And right now, I'm really glad I did.

If I had left my pride by the time of the recapture, I would certainly not have been here. Even if you could call me back, everyone didn't have to blame Eric himself for pulling himself off saying he was no longer qualified. I convince myself that I could not forgive myself for whatever reason I must have limited my pride.

That's why I pride myself on being kept. himself who continued to be the Kingsguard knight of a princess with a kinder heart than anyone in front of him.

I boast of myself when I was forced to make a choice and still sincerely wanted to be with her. When I received the Knight's proclamation at the Squad Knight's Synod ceremony, I kept the vows given to me by her and boasted of myself, who continued to be her knight. I pride myself on being able to choose this path of my own free will, nobody else.

Pride nearly cried to Eric, who moistened his eyes and laughed bitterly.

A force cages in Eric's hand that ties his lips and grips them again with nature. I felt that the reason why the Kingsguard knights didn't tell me who I was that I acted so badly and exposed myself to ugliness was aggregated there.

"... thank you very much...

Pride loosens his cheek, laughing with a crying face just like Eric.

I sincerely hope the knight who cries in front of me, and the knight who laughs, is my Kingsguard knight.

As soon as that smile of pride got into his eyes, there was also a big Shizuku coming out of Eric's eyes. I remember every time I look at her smile more than once. Give me what I wanted most in the recapture.

And now on this occasion nothing adds up and nothing of value changes at all. And the same reason I will fight all the way ahead, and the same reason to continue her Kingsguard knight for the rest of my life.

If I noticed, my cheeks loosened as I was forced to laugh and cramp to get caught by her. Feeling her gradual return to her usual smile, Eric does not rub and spin "Dear Pride," a calm voice.

"I,... Lord Pride's smile is still my favorite.

Clogged, clogged, caught. Still made it into words. It stabbed straight into pride like an arrow.

As soon as that was done, the eyes of Pride, once rounded open, lay low. I close my lips and let them twirl and loosen up. After leaning shyly over the cucumber as it was, I slowly raised its face from the front to Eric and... laughed again.

As he flickered, he turned to Eric without concealing his slightly lit and pink cheeks. That grin like a rose was too feminine and adorable. Eric can't take his eyes off of her anymore as he soars his temperature as he inadvertently strengthens his shoulders.

"Me too. Deputy Eric likes the smiling face.... I also love the fact that you say such sweet things.

Releasing only one hand that could accompany his own hands once, Pride gently stroked his chestnut-haired head as he hung on.

I feel a sense of readiness. And Eric noticed right away, but he bit his lip and swallowed it. It's an irreplaceable memory for me, but for Pride, that's just one of the many.

"Even now, it doesn't change. I'm counting on it. … please, thank you.

"I'm counting on it."

Remember, he was giving it to me.

The moment I was so sure, there were more tears from Eric's eyes that should have overflowed again.

This is how Pride stroked my head gently on me for crying, which has happened before.

He gave me the same words then, and thus he was stroked. If I think about it, I really feel that my pride will be there as it was then. I should have known from the beginning, but I can't stop trembling that the person I've been waiting for has come back properly.

... I want to protect this man.

Even before, I think again of the tens of millions I wished for.

A woman who puts so much anticipation on herself.

A woman who can carry her own, even a few memories as a matter of course.

Give yourself a princess who wanted me to live.

"… Yes……………………"

When I was a recruit, there was nothing I could do. I could only lay low and convey my gratitude to her. I entered her world.

With that indisputable sign on his chest, Eric nodded strongly with his eaten and tied teeth.

This gun in my hand is definitely mine now, to protect Pride and the world around her. And... I'm sure I'm used to being part of the world of pride again now.

You're not our pride anymore, are you?

If they forced me to make the same choice then.

Eric wonders if his answer will change slightly next time. Even if she changes and finds out this time she will never come back.

My Kingsguard knight.

I don't want this word to be in the past in my life.

I want to be her Kingsguard until I die. Whatever lies ahead, you cannot discern your pride.

Distorted, broken or wrong, I want to protect her. Whether you're limited from pride or abandoned or forgotten as a knight, I want to keep this heart moving just for her now.

And if you were forced to make the last choice, and Alan decided to keep protecting Pride, and a column that decided to kill her for Pride's beloved country and people, I'm sure you would.

You will die as her shield.

It doesn't matter if you throw away your sword, your gun, your position as a knight, or your disgraceful death pointing at the rebels and your fingers. I want to die with this testimony if this happy moment is enough to be considered a disgrace to the past now.

Fear wounds for her, fear death for her, live for her.

Now at this moment, when I continue to pierce myself to the end that she admitted to me. Eric Gilchrist swore to the deep red in his chest.