944 Ii52. My brother-in-law is ashamed,

"Hey, what's wrong with Philip...?

Lunch break.

Powell leaks a voice of anxiety to me that doesn't even put out the light on my face instead of still dripping.

After rendezvous in the crossing hall, I decided to go through the front of the dining room to the courtyard today. On behalf of me, who didn't speak well, Pride proceeded with the conversation.... pitiful.

Still scolding myself for being an aide to pride. But still.

I can't help but be embarrassed enough to get fire out of my face.

"It's okay. Hey that,... I'm just tired. Leave him alone."

Are you all right?

Scream and mourn only in your head at the words of pride. (ii) I haven't even been to class since I heard from Arthur at present. I wanted to die for how much I am a child, and if I seriously still lose my mind, I want to disappear on a moment's journey.

Even though Pride's "not my taste" was quite a shock, I also knew it must be an excuse for the connection on the spot. It was there... I remember about the confession from Anna and even returned my interest to Pride, and that's all I'm ashamed of!

Now even as a child, the other princess is the first princess. I am her aide and brother-in-law! However, I was angry with her about Shizuki, and turned my anger on her, returning the same words and hitting her with shade and humidity.

It's not something a good old adult would do. I even think that the more I repeat Jill Bale's special abilities, the less I will return to my children until I think about them.... I know it's a complete transfer of responsibility.

Until Anna called me, I could also pretend to have forgotten.

I am also quite used to women's impressions. If I smiled like that and pretended I had a lover in my hometown, I could peacefully blank Anna's confession itself out of the call.

Yet even though I don't like it while I'm talking, the words of yesterday's pride came to me... and it hit me.

Even though I knew it was a lie in my head, I couldn't believe I even said that to my fiancée candidate, me or Arthur... I thought there might be more to it. I even predicted that purposefully choosing to say that in front of us would be an indication of willingness not to get on with it because I actually hated it in the distance or because I put it on my fiancée candidate, unlikely as far as pride.

Complete retaliation. Or to pride...................... and

It was a misunderstanding.

Listening to Arthur, Pride simply used the excuse he used for his teachers as it was for his female students as well.

When I heard the story from Arthur, my thoughts didn't work for a while. I realized that I was so relieved to hear it that I didn't like it anymore, and... at the same time, the shame was in. I don't know how much I couldn't grow up.

If you think calmly after you've solved the misunderstanding, it's kind of not something I care about where Pride says it's "not my preference". Being denied even Arthur had to be a little hooked, but in the end it was still an outrageous lie on the spot.

That, for some reason, I was asexually angry at that time, and I wanted to turn back my interest, and from along the way, I forgot Anna in front of me, and I was just in pride with my head. Even fourteen-year-olds would have had better sense. Oh, oh, oh. I'm ashamed to just think.

I got angry about the off-target thing, and then the next day I had to give back my interest, and I never got tired of my stomach turning black. How sticky am I?

"Hey, Philip."

Gah, and Arthur lines up beside me and spins his arm around my shoulder.

Arthur, taller than me when he said he changed his appearance the same year, peered into me by changing the angle of his face. What, if you just give it back without saying a word, you'll be called "I'm already in front of the dining room".

"I know, but there's nothing to think about right now. It's Temehe."

"More than that, we should think about them."

... Sure, that's what I said this morning.

No way, I never thought Arthur would give me back my interest this time.

As I guess why I'm ashamed of myself, I calm down a little when she says, "When I get home, I'll go out with her." Regret and eight hits on Arthur. I'll think about it again when I get home. "I know," he said.

Raise your face and hold down the black edge of your glasses. The last time Arthur slapped me in the back, I finally woke up on my head as well.

Even he remembered and blushed the same way when he told me, and I'm a little sorry he settled down before me. Even myself would have been just like me when I asked Lieutenant Harrison.

In front of me, Pride and Powell walking ahead almost passed as they peered in front of the dining room. There is already a crowd in the deliberately busy dining room.

"I wonder if King Cedric's brother is here again," Pride looks through the door for the Cedrics. Though it is not King Cedric's brother who is actually looking for him, but his squire.

If I stared, I could see him heading to his seat with King Cedric's brother, just with the dish in his hands, through a gap in people. King Cedric, the student ahead of his brother's walk cracks and puts the food in the empty seat. He

... My face was so shady.

"Something about that cloy, was it? Isn't that strange?

Powell made it the first word.

Powell, who is in the same class as his black sister, seems to care about him too.... Well, you'd be naturally curious to see how that goes.

Silently putting the food on the table, he was close to faceless. Slightly stiffens his face and does not even try to keep an eye on Cedric, the student on the contrary. In a face too different from yesterday, not only me, but Pride, Arthur, and the students around him would have seen him as someone else.

King Cedric's brother behaves only plainly... but the gloomy air didn't change even when he got to his seat and put his hands on his own dish after King Cedric's brother's poisonous taste.

Captain Alan, who is on the escort, was also staring at his back a little worried. He's pale, and he doesn't have a big response to calls from Cedric at all. It's no surprise he's considered ill.

It's as if we're being cornered on this occasion right now with an urgent look. If you ask your brother King Cedric today for more information, you will almost certainly know that it comes from a lively attitude until yesterday.

Yeah, well, following Pride, I think about it with a hammer on Powell, too.

He said it went according to Pride's thoughts.

"Already? That's a boulder..."

The exclamation leaks small just in the mouth.

Arthur, with his arm hanging on my shoulder, also seemed to agree, nodding silently and loudly twice. If I had looked to the pride alongside Powell in the front, I would have turned my strong gaze to them. He frowned and also seemed confident that the look, which also looked harsh, but serious, was progressing itself on schedule.

Nevertheless, it has to be said that on the third day only this result is a boulder Cedric. I'm sure I'll see a different complexion tomorrow from now on.

We walked out of the front of the dining room again, signaling that Pride would say, "... it's time to go."

The courtyard is not as crowded as the first day, but it is still used by other students where it is already close to the school building. We wasted a lot of time searching. We headed to the same school gate as the first day.

As soon as I finally get my hips down and start my usual lunch, Pride peeks upwards at me sitting across the street.

"? What's wrong, Jeanne"

"What... Um... I'm so sorry about you both yesterday"

My eyes unwittingly circle to a sudden apology from Pride, which I uttered for a moment.

And an apology to Arthur as well as me. Face Arthur, who sits next to him, and face Pride at the same time. I sat next to her, and Powell clapped one loaf of bread and said, "What, the three of us were even in a fight?," he asked as surprised.

Originally looking sideways at the pride that narrowed her shoulder width and leaned down, she now sends her gaze to confirm it with us. "Hey, that's me...! And there's no way I can tell Powell that I made fun of him for being such a jerk, and now I'm cloudy.

"No, I'm not bad for Jeanne!

Arthur's voice goes up first.

I also nod in small pieces many times to show my consent to pride, but she won't give me a glance while I lean down. And while I was doing that, I had no idea what was going on, and Powell said, "What did you do? I've heard."

Instead, I'll do anything, so I'll just scream to Powell about it in my brain. I really don't want to be disillusioned by Powell because the encounter was an encounter. I don't want him to know how unpopular he is.

But it naturally doesn't reach the pride of staying on your knees. I even wonder if it's the exact opposite of the way it's done to me to move her lips, "Actually..." as it is. Take a breath and think about really getting away from this place while your palms are damp.

"I said something in front of everyone yesterday that would slander them both..."

... Good. Unfortunately, the crisis was spared.

Feel relieved to stroke your chest down to the pride that only chooses the words. Arthur's breathing out just as deeply reached my ear.

"Slandering? Did you even say that in a bad way?