886 And set up.

".................. nice to meet you all. Only keep secrets from the other knights."

Of course, all the knights respond with their heads down on the spot.

In it, only one lowered head remained so low that it seemed to stick to the table as it was.

The style also quickly noticed, blinking loudly before clamping his shoulders. Turning not only to Arthur for the motion, but also to Alan and the column, he was sinking his ears red, as Eric, sitting on the edge, remembered.

Everyone laughs bitterly with understanding and sympathy why he did so. If Alan turned his arm around his shoulder to comfort him, Eric made a discharge to squeeze it out.

"Really......, if Arthur is still there, even Lord Pride and Style are in his own house, etc.... I'm really, really afraid..."

The true meaning of not being able to mention the Knights Commander, Jill Bale, or Pride himself before was pushed into the liquor.

I am not very drunk, but if I still remember, my face got hot and I had a headache. I shake to my sight with the crap to the illusion that I might have gotten drunk myself.

I apologized so that Alan would care "no, he said it was really bad" for Eric's disclosure. Even though I couldn't help it as a situation, Alan was also slightly guilty only that it took the form of severing Eric at the end. But I can't help it because it's actually impossible to go home from my own home. Eric, who knows that, also groaned powerlessly, "No, I blame Captain Alan..." and his neck still remained drooling.

Arthur also releases his hands from the jock at that appearance of the two and lowers his head deeply with his hands on his knees. My own house is also a common house, but I was heartily relieved when Roderick, my father, the Knights Commander, successfully said no. Furthermore, when I was squeezed by the erasure method, my spine became cold wondering if this would most likely be my own home if it became impossible with one person or another. Because of that, I now reflected heartily on what I first thought was "helpful" when I heard Eric's house was under the castle.

"But only the front door gets in the way. After that, Mr. Steele will travel instantly."

"No no... I'm already going to have a stomachache just to introduce my family to the royal people..."

I had to hurry up and clean up for the next holiday...... and finally Eric stuck around with his dripping head.

A royal person, but also introduces pride to his family. That alone doesn't make Eric awesome. Besides, I have to tell my family I'm not royal, I'm a relative of Alan. If you think about what the hell disrespect your family will do and if you don't say anything extra, the contents of your stomach increase in gravity and if you imagine the worst, your face will be seared with fire from the inside out.

Alan, Column, Arthur, and Eric knew how that felt painfully well. I can't even imagine being going to introduce all my family to the pride of no other. And just a little imagination turned the fever up to us.

"Oh, no, but Deputy Eric's family is absolutely good people, and you can rest assured thanks to yourself, your style and, of course, Lord Pride...!

Nah! and Arthur, desperately trying to comfort Eric, slaps Style on the back.

Pushed by it, he also responded "Of course" from the style. But Eric's forehead remains assimilated to the table.

"Arthur, as many times as I say, my house is normal for a book...? Please don't make me compliment you because I know best..."

For Eric, a slightly lower voice is released loosely.

The words themselves are directed at Arthur, but I also hoped so for Steele in the distance.

Eric himself, is not ashamed of his own home or birth. But it was more than embarrassing to see my house and my family too mediocre for pride, and I could even imagine a diagram of a caring Arthur trying his best to compliment my house.

To Eric, who is falling into a rare and despicable thought for him as usual, Column took a seat once and lowered his seat next to him to pinch him with Alan. I put my hand on my shoulder and worked after I guessed everything, "I'm sorry I left the executive officer in charge".

"Deputy Eric because you really don't need your attention. I'll take care not to stay as long as I can, and I'm sure you'll only be involved in greeting your first family."

Maximize follow-up from the style with minimal involvement and no prying.

Arthur, who was unable to speak with his lips squeezed into Eric's words, nodded again and again. To tell the truth, I am personally quite pleased with Eric's visit to his home, also a senior of the venerable knight. Even more so, Arthur had a desire to see his family and hear Eric's old story, but now he decided to put up with it.

Thank you...... and to Eric, who responds powerlessly, Alan pours booze on the jock with a pompous slap on his back.

"But I'm looking forward to seeing what Lord Pride used to look like, right? Dear Stayle, have you decided how old you plan to return to?

"Still to be determined," Steele quickly rode back to Alan, who laughed at Steele with a bright voice to change the story.

Other than mixing with students, details are undecided. But speak of probability and anticipation.

"There is a risk that people will notice less differences in age at the age of the High Department, and it is inconvenient to protect themselves if they are below the Small Department. I think it's going to be about medium."

"Does that mean between thirteen and fifteen years old?"

Accompany the words of the style so that the column pinches the jaw.

As soon as that happened, Eric and the others who were listening also tried to reflect on their pride a few years ago. but I can't remember very specifically.

As a person who confirms his or her pride every year, the separation between growth and change is hard to understand. I could have remembered him better right away as an eleven year old. And if I recall the figure of pride in the castle instead of my own memory, I can finally predict that it would be around then.

"Arthur, what a time you've been joining the Knights, hasn't he?

Alan laughs as if to hold onto his emotions.

Turning his gaze, Arthur raised and lowered his shoulders with his lips squeezed. I find it difficult to feel like growing up myself, but I think the oldest of the three would be the one who would change his appearance. And when I wonder if pride and knight seniors will see me nearly six years old at least, I'm now scared. I rattled my throat and tilted the jock once and for all, if I noticed it, to distract me from moving.

"What do you do with age width or something? I thought you were the same age if you were escorting me."

"Then Arthur and Style and Pride are the same year."

to Alan's words to go on. Now the column compared Arthur to Style.

It's a little interesting to think that two people with a three year difference can be seen the same age. Eric thought of it, too, slowly releasing the glued forehead and peeking at the two of them.

Then this time, the eyes of Style swim, not Arthur. Being seen as a child by the columns and his sister, Pride, is not a big impression in itself. But when I thought I would be the same age as Arthur, who had naturally lined up as older until now, one question was only thought, and my throat was unwillingly dry.

……………… how tall?

The moment I think about it, I look at Arthur honestly and unexpectedly.

I have never been able to beat Arthur, who has three different ages. Arthur is taller at this point when we are already old enough to stop being taller with each other. Instead, only Arthur is still stretching a few millimeters at a time.

One older pride is also tall as a woman, but I could still pluck myself out early. But when I was the same age as Arthur, my pulse was strangely heavy and slow when I thought I would clearly see the advantages and disadvantages of myself and Arthur. I don't feel like I can beat Arthur, even when he's old enough to line up, who only has an image of his body being able to do better than he has for a long time. And it was unspeakably shameful to be seen in pride losing to Arthur at height while at the same age.

Hey, what's up? and if Arthur tilted his neck at the changing style of his complexion, the next moment he pressed Arthur's head from the top of his head as far as his power could. I will shrink even now and curse in my heart.

"Fuck you, Style!

"I knew you were the only one ten years younger.

"If you do anything wrong, you can't protect Lord Pride."

"Then you go with Val to the High Office."

"Shit! Medium and high places don't have buildings."

Arthur yells at the impossibility from the gabbit and the style.

I remembered that this was Alan's room along the way, staring at the style that suppressed my voice but still oppressed me from the top, and grabbed that arm up critical with strength.

The Kingsguard knights quickly guessed at Arthur, who suddenly didn't know why Stayle was in a bad mood, and at Stayle, who again tried to force Arthur's back to shrink without daring to say why. But the style itself, the back, is never low to look at in the Knights. If you look at a man in general, he is more expensive. I just found out that Arthur is just too tall for that, but even with that in his mouth, it just pisses off Steele. Furthermore, I understood from Style's remarks that Arthur opponents fear losing height even if they make a difference of one or two years.

They can't help but think in their minds, that even they don't know if they can beat Arthur if they are lined up at a developing age. Even Alan and Column, who are a little competitive with Arthur at this stage, think so.

"... it's the easiest thing for me and Harrison to do. I took it."

"Watch your language, Alan. The King's brother's escort."

No, that's right, but Alan laughs bitterly at the column that embarrasses him. Once with your eyes, show them, then gently slap Eric on the back to care again, then eye to eye with the column.

"'Cause the column's a lecturer too, right? Me and Harrison aren't much different from our normal assignments. I think you're a good instructor."

He's going to like it, and Alan thinks of the column as a lecturer.

I'm sure instructors would be familiar with columns that usually have a lot of tones and voices like teachers. And the column itself, I'm not too anxious about being an instructor in itself. Until I became a main team knight myself, I also took teacher classes at home, so I could to some extent imagine how to teach. I never hate children either.

"I mean, the lecturers, you know, you've even worked on King Cedric's brother, Arthur and Lady Steele, right?

"Perhaps.... Arthur, don't go beyond the realm of the average student. Dear Stayle, please be gentle when you do."

Yes! Of course, but to the words from the column, the two return each other in a mutually offensive position. Arthur, who grabs and holds both hands for the top of his head, and the style that hits him as impulsive as he knew it was pointless, pointed only his face at the column. Neither the two fighting figures nor Alan and the others used to seeing each other are going to go into that now.

"I'm King Cedric's brother, and I don't want to teach you anything weird anymore."

You're the last of it, Alan.

"I don't have to worry about that because I'm just a transfer..."

I laugh hellariously at Alan pouring his own liquor on a drunk jock, as Eric has just regained his mind a little too.

"The same goes for Radiya, but we will make sure that the identity of Lord Pride is not noticed."

Eric, smiling so calmly, laid his mouth on the jock that had been poured, by the way.

Thank you! and to Eric, where Style and Arthur regained their minds. Now it's time to untie the structure and turn from body to body.

Alan and Column also exhaled small as relieved, each with Eric's shoulder on his back.

"Well, at the Crown Prince's age, it's not mixed up with students, and it's not even predictable until you show up at school."

"It can be safer than a castle if you can also hide that you are infiltrating a school. … Protecting Master Pride doesn't change anything in itself"

I asked for it, and I spoke to Eric, who is most responsible for hiding Pride's invitation. laughing. Eric replied to that, saying

"I'm not the only one who will be visiting your home or seeing your relatives in the future."

……………………

The three Arthurs solidified at the same time to Eric's words, which he said were farewell.

Eric smiles and goes on to say more to them, who are flat on their own, but pacified. Rehold the jock and say it off before moisturizing your throat.

"Because I've only been a Kingsguard for three years and this is what I am. There is a similar possibility for everyone in this room to protect you, Lord Pride, for a long time to come."

"Stop it, Eric! When someone tells me that my daily routine is good, it's going to come true, and I'm scared."

"Easy, Alan. Your statement is far better."

"Lieutenant Eric, would you like some water?"

I'm not drunk.

However, gradually I became more envious of Alan and the others involved in the new "school" built by Pride than the heavy responsibilities I was waiting for next month. I am only a transfer. It's not like we're going deep inside the school.

Gubigbi and I looked up at the jock at once, and Eric, emptying it, exhaled puh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, and then opened the lid of the liquor bottle himself. I only want to be a little unfaithful now because of my drunkenness.

Arthur recommended a glass of water, and Alan said, "I'm sorry!," he grabbed both shoulders from behind, and the column told him to "talk to me if you need anything," he got a rare look at the style, and drank half the bottle of liquor he'd just opened by himself before finally feeling calm, since the needle on the clock already pointed to the next day.

A small retribution from the warm Eric lasted until Stayle returned to his room.