920 Ii33. The dominant girl drops her shoulder.

"..................................................................................................................................................................................................."

Shortly after leaving Croy's classroom, Pride exhales with his shoulders.

Good job, and as Stile and Arthur work from behind, Pride holds both his cheeks down with his hands as he walks down the hallway. After I was relieved that Cloy snorted at me as planned, I now frowned on my own self-loathing.

I realize that I feel bad about it. Though I had no choice, because I threatened Croy, even though he had nothing to do with it.

With that in mind, I bowed my head down and leaned over what had made me feel bad twice.

"... he was totally scared..."

To the fall of pride, Steele and Arthur also looked at each other silently.

I couldn't say "that's not true" if I remembered Croy's glance at the boulder, frightened, intimidated and hostile to the point of no denial from the eyes of the two of us.

"I can't help it," Style says first.

"Because the primary purpose was to make him snort. You don't have to convince me."

"I could just hide what I don't want to find out the most, and... Jeanne, we know it's not bad."

If Arthur spilled it so that it would continue, Style nodded at it as well.

The best thing you shouldn't be known about is who Pride is. That's all I can undoubtedly hide through now. "If we can make people assume that it is a special ability to know people's weaknesses, we will certainly be far from the image of the First Princess of Pride. And Cloy didn't even feel the identity of the prides at all.

It turned out to move him the way we thought it would, so I'm glad that's all. Sure, the way I did my pride came down to blackmail, but I knew from the two people who knew what she thought it was necessary. She's not the kind of person who threatens people with pranks right now. And above all.

Compared to when I was possessed by madness, I seriously think it's the cutest thing.

I would never put it out in my mouth, but not least in the way Pride threatened him. The two of them had her look a few months ago past their heads.

But compared to her and the poisonous words at the end of her mouth, which were drawn to laughter and tears at that time, I even find the blackmail against Croy tender. The two of us didn't always let his vigilance stop him from waging violence against his pride, but at the same time he was relieved by the way someone else's pride was threatened completely differently than a few months ago. If you still see pride so depressed by the threat of "to that extent" in front of you, you loosen your mind.

If that intimidation and way of hanging oppression toward Croy were received by the regular person, it would be natural to be frightened and barometric, because of the madness of Pride's pride, which was incomparably toxic.

If we still respond to our words in this way and look back on our faces alone and see her smiling softly "thank you," we will want to doubt our memories.

Re-establishing his feelings a little with the two words, Pride walked consciously stretching his rounded back into a leaning mood. Just the pre-bell bell rings, and the three of them speed up their legs in an attempt to hurry.

Back in the classroom, sitting in a seat with a bag on them, they finally calmed their hips there.

In a deliberately noisy class, a female student or the same male student as yesterday walked in from a faraway roll, but a teacher appears before him. To them, who returned to their seats on the signals of their seats, the teacher Robert spoke as he did yesterday, taking the absence. Now Pride overcame the absence confirmation without delay, but he tied his mouth and stiffened himself unintentionally to the teacher's words shortly afterwards.

"Return yesterday's strength test. Match future classes based on the results. … some of the poles have scored full scores"

Robert, a teacher with a bunch of paper on the table with one hand, finally dropped the color of his voice a little.

full score, the students leak their voices unbelievably into the word, looking around. Not having grasped the difficulty of the problem, I don't think they even included the issue of the High Department. But the guy who solved all the problems we couldn't solve by more than half was interested.

And the teacher gazed toward one point so as to answer their questions. The students who looked around also gradually understood the meaning and followed ahead of the teacher's gaze. The teacher slowly opened his mouth after the attention of all the students turned to the back seat.

Pride embraced the time with a strong expression as Arthur compared his teacher to Pride with his eyes and Style felt much more inclined to hold his head.

"Jeanne. Excellent result. … lunch break, to come to the staff room"

With praise, at the end a slightly lower voice was released into pride.

The students also linked the full scorer to Jeanne, ooh! and a voice of amazement goes up. As he feared, to his second attention pride, Style deflected his face from the front by pretending to poke his cheek wand. From the front seat Amlet also looked back to Pride and was turning his face to this one.

Pride, who replied as he narrowed his shoulders to the teacher's words, leaned down with a cold sweat dampening his neck. I also know how I got the call as a person who founded the school and was involved from the mechanism.

I wished I could go check on Croy for a glimpse during lunch break, but I was conscious not to bite in my mouth and put it on my expression as I gave up that it seemed impossible. I don't deserve to mourn because everything is the result of my accidental invitation.

"As I said yesterday, this exam has no problem no matter how many points you score. Start reading and writing letters as soon as you can."

I think that some students can do it now, but it's a review. Pride was still difficult for some students to read and write letters in the language of teachers while including them.

The children of the commoners in the intermediate classes cannot be fourteen. All can read and write, but when they become students in the lower classes, more than half of them cannot read rather than write letters. Without a parent or body to tell me, I naturally wouldn't even know.

If the answers were distributed directly to each student at the hands of the teacher, a full answer sheet was returned to Pride's hands. When Style looked at it and sighed small, he opened his answer paper on his desk to show it to Pride. It was communicated silently that I wanted to say, "This is how it will be from now on," even if I don't put it into words.

When Arthur received his answer paper, he folded it in half immediately, but neither the style nor the pride dared to ask for his results. Even if I don't see that, I can't shake that Arthur is a fine knight. Above all, the results weren't as bad as Arthur cared. Arthur also understands the reading and writing of letters, simple calculations, the damage to commerce and rush, and the law to a degree of general common sense. But even if I knew that, I was still embarrassed to show my score against the two talented men.

"Uh, and a heads-up. Essentially, you should be in a designated classroom during class until after school. Yesterday, not only were students leaving early and without permission from the first day, but also students staying on campus without ever going to class, not only in the middle but also in the higher echelons."

The school is a place to learn, naturally, but most students were obsessed with the answer sheet, although the teacher told them to contact them in the morning.

As the students matched the answers through nearby seats, Amlet looked back behind her back again as she showed the answers to her friends who sat left and right. Neither Pride himself nor Style realizes that there was pride at the end of his gaze.

Then the teacher appropriately named a few students to go to the library to pick up a book for the class, and once they both left, the gaze of the class again turned to pride.

I scored a full score, I was yelling at my senior class yesterday, that yesterday..., I did tell my relatives that the knight was still here this morning to send me. Rumored it was there, everyone concentrated their gaze on pride without standing out of their seats.

"............... that's definitely not going to be noticeable..."

Alan, who was observing the condition, shrugged in his mouth only small.

Calling himself a lookout, he was confirming the whole thing in the hallway, and now he was lurking in the shadows. We headed to the library and hurried back to the corner of the hallway for the teachers and students to come out of the hallway.

Ahhh and I laugh bitterly as I chant in my heart. He was on watch with Harrison yesterday on a shift, but from today onwards he was ringing to accompany the Prides' escort only during class. If you think you're a boulder in pride beating out a full score, and you hear a classroom boy student rumor about pride over one of the hallway walls, only a laugh similar to giving up has crept up already. Worried that Arthur and Style would not be targeted for men's jealousy, I wonder if pride would change wherever they went.

Now that Arthur was on Pride's side, he didn't have to stick around all the time in Pride's classroom, and Alan moved his legs to make sure he was safe in other classes and midsection as he was. I think I need to tell Harrison that Pride was summoned to the staff room on his lunch break before the second limit is over.

"At the second limit, the column will come, and I'll tell him."

If a column is responsible for classes as instructors only on the second and third limits, lunch breaks can also rush to pride in an emergency. I thought that the staff room would be a little more unfortunate this time, and now I'm going to summarize what I need to report in my head.

I already knew yesterday that sharing information with the column was essential in the escort of the day, as Harrison, who is responsible for pride watching and looking around outside of class, gave little decent reporting to Alan. Consider that due to the character of the column, you will arrive at school by the end of the first limit.

Alan walked down the corridor with his hands turned to the back of his head and no one else with only a big back stretch.

"... can we protect you?"

Even if it is impossible to be discreet. and the words seemingly swallowing as he scratched his head were zeroed into the hallway with no stronger will.

……

Lunch break at the end of one and two limits.

After yesterday's rumors, many students from the Middle High Department were hitting the dining room.

Few students rushed in to get seats in the dining room right after class to see me again today. The large dining room, which accommodates all students in the middle and higher areas, mixes the expectations and excitement of many students from indoors to near the entrance.

One of them, a student driven by anxiety and tension, was leaning against a wall that would become the entrance to the dining room, weighing his stomach and leaning his face down. My stomach is about to turn upside down with this desire to end this tension quickly and my desire to end with a wait like this.

It had already been more than fifteen minutes since I gave up my time to eat and let them wait and rushed to the cafeteria like the rest of the students. This reminds me of myself hurrying like a fool and my face gets hot when I make it on foot.

I thought I was looking somewhere and mocking my desperation, and looked up. I looked around, but I don't see her. And...

All of a sudden the surroundings boiled down.

CAAA!! and all at once his throat withered as yellow screams and cheers rose.

I want to get away with it right now, or if it's all just as simple as this with Jeanne's lies. Though I do, I can't move off the spot as if my leg had been hit by a pile.

Hold your breath with Karakara's throat and turn your own face to the point where everyone turns their attention. While many crowds overflowed, everyone gave way to a presence that came straight to the dining room, opening it before it crossed. Croy himself, refrain from being disrespected by the entrance by turning it off and being bare. Many students keep ringing in the meantime to see him at first sight. And finally, with a woman who can't contain her excitement, she said, "Your Highness Prince Cedric!," he exclaimed with anticipation.

Turning his face to the voice, Cedric confirmed yesterday that he was one of the female students who had also been speaking to herself, responding with her hands gently raised. As soon as that happens, the screams of a ripped throat echo from all around me.

Even more of the students I've noticed from time to time say, "Oh!" And when he laughs at a particular student, he calls the name of that student, laughs at him, "as long as I dare to be happy again," he repeats a statement that fully recognises each and every one of them. Each time he remembered me, the students and all the way around them wavered with intense excitement.

Cloy's legs trembled to the presence of a completely different world from his own.

What do you intend to do now that you have never even been involved with the royalty? And I also wonder if I have to talk to the prince from myself, and I get confused.

You can stand in a visible position and wait to be spoken to more than the person in front of you is the other person. But I'm more afraid of being mistaken for throwing out my role and the job I was entrusted to, in case they don't notice me as I am. Croy knows exactly how horrible it is to buy royal wrath.

"... What if you are Lord Farnham?

Three meters is still where the distance was, and suddenly it can be thrown.

Croy's breath stops at being named and only his spine stretches against him. I raised and lowered my shoulders wide and my tongue was paralyzed just to look at each other and I couldn't even reply. Doubting his own eyes and ears, Cedric, undoubtedly royal if he kept consciousness and recognised the status quo, had an eye on himself alone. Students also make a scene in their sudden nomenclature as their mouths only open and close in small pieces repeatedly.

What about him? The one in the special classroom? Who? You know him? Or is there only fear that the attention is right for me? "Two hair embellishments on gray hair, young leafy eyes...... no mistake," Cedric groans, able to follow Alan the escort as his head turns so bright that he doesn't know what to say, and walks over to him dignified with a quick leg.

"I'm sorry, have I kept you waiting? I'm Cedric Silva Lowell. The King's brother of the United Kingdom of Hanazoo, but now he is a people of the same kingdom of Friesia as you.... I'm pretty sure that you came to me, which means you took it on quickly?

Turn the tone of your tone into a shattered tone.

She grins forcefully and her eyes tickle at Cedric shaking her golden hair. The colour of the hair shining in gold is not the problem. Before that, hegemony and fine clothing as royalty. Everything in existence itself was dazzling and I couldn't help it.

Only a sense of crisis moved his body if he did not respond immediately to the royal inquiry, and Croy nodded repeatedly. Cedric laughed happily as he bit into his mouth and responded with a reminder to his head trying to escape that this was reality.

He reaches out to Croy, not even mindful that he is getting a lot of attention.

"Thank you. I know it can get you in trouble, but please don't hesitate."

Croy didn't like to know what a stopped hand in the universe was looking for while being stretched straight to himself.

I'm more afraid of saying no and buying an unhappiness, even though I think it's scary. Reaching Cedric with his trembling hand, soon after hesitating to do more than that, Brother Wang himself held his hand forcefully and exchanged his hands.

Cedric looked at Croy with burning eyes as the squeal grew louder on his handshake from the royalty. "What can I call you?" From Cedric, who asks casually, there was no contempt or contempt. On the contrary, there was not even a glance at the downside. Cloy shuddered his fine voice to be pressured by the hegemony and said, "Whatever you want, cloy or farnham," and his shoulder was banged right after a strong nod.

"Okay, Croy, let's make it a meal. Let me hear your story, too."

Hold his shoulder as it is and let him walk into the dining room to line up with you.

From a third party point of view, Croy's appearance, treated as if he were a friend, was a startling word from anyone. To his neutral face, the ladies who came about behind Cedric even suspected for a moment that he was a woman, but if Cedric laughed "get along with each other" so that he could be heard around, the concern disappeared quickly as well.

It was just in the sight of Cedric, who appeared with his arms around Croy's shoulder, that a female student waiting in the dining room whispered the exact same concern in a whisper.

... I'm so glad I didn't invite your sister.

In the middle of such a man's attention and commotion. Moreover, if he came to the royal family at such close proximity, his frail sister walked side by side with Cedric with fluttering feet, convinced that he would be graduated.

A little bit of air was sucked up and stored to be unnoticed and spit out deeply. Though you were casually involved, I still can't stay alert. Even if you look good around you, you don't know how you look down on yourself in your belly and how you can work around.

Croy didn't even think that the job Jeanne told him was really just that. I desperately tell myself it's just a month of patience, trying to be ready now, no matter what the impossibility.

"Quick, by the way, but cloy," he said, inadvertently peering into his face at close range from Cedric. If you accidentally return it with a voice that is turned upside down, Cedric points to the one in front of you with only his gaze. Cloy also looked at it, as prompted by it, and... hardened.

"" It's hard to get rid of the daily routine, but which do you think would be better?

Croy seriously doubted his sanity when he asked his brother Wang, who twisted his neck with a serious look before him, if he was willing to eat the same meal as the common man.