"I was afraid. Well, that's what I'll do."
"Thank you," Pride said to Jilbert, with his head down deep.
When I got back from school and changed as usual, I was watching Pride and Gilbert interact. Remember what happened today while relaxing in your pride room while also taking a break.
Tiara, sitting next to Pride, repeatedly covered her mouth with both hands and her eyes rounded. I know how it feels, and I remember even dazzling the first time I heard from Captain Column. Anyway, a 14-year-old pride was attacked by an adult man.
Pride, who had finished dressing, said that he would tell me what happened today whether his feelings had settled down considerably. She tried to talk to Gilbert from me, as usual, but... if she could say it from her mouth, that would be better. Unlike Captain Alan, I don't know the scene.
Even that Gilbert changed his face when I heard from Pride. Because of this guy, he looked at a number of possibilities, including the possibility of Adam, the conspiracy of Radia, the kidnapping of known individuals, and the trafficking of students. Until I understood the truth, I really thought I should stop Pride's top-secret inspection.
After listening to her, including the speculation I told her, Gilbert finally understood the situation correctly and recovered his complexion.
After Pride's maid, Marie, drank a cup of brewed tea, Gilbert put it on the receptacle silently, prompting her to say, "That's it," and she finally finished talking about the subject.
When I finished my report, including how the school was doing in one day, the teachers' response and abilities, the insecurity of the high school, and how much time it took to get to Gilbert today's incident, Pride left his back on the couch as if he had taken a breath.
... you were right to add more Kimikaze.
The Knights of Kintetsu have saved Pride's plight many times so far, but this time I realized the importance of creating a number of people.
Even Arthur and I, who were closest to Pride as a classmate, couldn't reach him. What's more, even though it's a Knight of the Guard, it's an escort that keeps the relationship hidden. Captain Alan, who once lost sight of pride because he was a ranged escort, can only be said to have calmly dealt with it and found pride immediately. It was not strange to lose sight of it in a lineup of escorts. Exceptional and trustworthy talent can only be kept by one person. If there were any scratches or disturbances on the intangible or pride skin or clothes, I could have disposed of them for sure, whether I knew who they were or not.
... in general, it is not permissible to detain or imprison a woman for any reason. I can't help being angry that the target was pride, but how cruel the consequences would have been if it had been someone with no backing, no power or allies, or someone who would hide their fear from their family, no matter how hard it might be. When I think of Powell and some other people in the past, I don't like it, but I'm heartbroken. Rather, if it wasn't for the pride attached to the Kintetsu Knight, it would be too angry to think that it might not even have been discovered.
Captain Alan said he made a slight mistake, but he wasn't traumatized. When I found it on the spot, it was dropped from the roof of the school building without asking questions.... oh no. I can't tell you about Val now.
The more you remember, the more irritated you are, and you can put your arms together and bite into your mouth. It's not like we're acquitting them, it's in accordance with the law. What if I'm the only one who's not convinced that Pride, Gilbert, Captain Column and Captain Alan in the escort, and Tiara share their opinions from a calm and objective perspective?!
Your narrow mind becomes embarrassed and your extra organs boil back. If it stays like this, the maid won't be able to change her bedtime tonight.
It is unlikely that Arthur will be able to wait until he returns to his room. You will definitely relax in the room before the landlord again.
Now I want to get back to helping Uncle West and settle down by filling up my thoughts at work. I even feel a sense of danger if I leave it as it is, it will inadvertently kill me. If that happens, Jill Vail will even tease me as soon as I get out of the room. No, it's about him already, so maybe he's aware of it.
"Stale?"
If I endured it, I was called by the last person I wanted to be noticed.
If I simply raised my face without relaxing, I would have looked at me worriedly, not only pride, but also Tiara. What's the matter with you? Asked and returned in one word.
I don't want to argue either. I agree with Pride. However, given the position of the socially weak, it is only too personal. It's okay, I understand. Because I'm no longer just a child who makes up his or her mind with emotions.
Tell yourself and calm down. In the meantime, I'm still in sight of Pride and Tiara, even Jill Vail. Unlike the two worried people, Jill Vail looks at them with a sense of labor. Reflectively staring back at him, he smiled and smiled back, judging that he still had enough room to stare. Thanks to you, the inside is starting to simmer again.
"I'm sorry. Stail"
... suddenly, an apology came in.
Why do you apologize there? I even thought that I might have made a mistake, and I felt that my eyes, which were supposed to be sharp, would become round.
As you can see, Pride's face, which he was worried about, is now laughing with his eyebrows down. The moment I saw that face, the inner starch melted at once. Rather than anger, Pride is more concerned about why he makes such a face.
He can reach out and stroke his head. It's no shame to be caressed in front of this face anymore or to be used to seeing it, but I feel sorry for being convinced that I've been turned back to pride. Isn't it me who is the most childish? Even Tiara, who is younger and the same woman as Pride, is convinced now.
"... besides, Pride won't apologize. I'm simply angry."
"No, not really."
The words that tried to say no are cut in half.
In response to an unexpected response, I tried to squeeze my mouth open without strength. I even came out with the missing voice, and in return I stroked my hair again with a soft smile. Her hand feels terribly calm as she strokes to follow the outline of her head. When she waited for her lips, tied once with a bitter smile, to be opened again, it was immediately released.
"I don't think I can forgive Stale or Arthur for any reason. I'm sorry I put myself on the shelf."
... this guy.
Really, really, really why do I fly up and say my predictions at a time like this?
Until now, the pleasant stroke of your head suddenly tickles. The hands of Pride, who is flatly making such a dialogue, are completely free of rashes. Calm down and stroke me slowly and slowly as my hair flows.
Her appearance gradually blurred out of her sight as if she were talking about the obvious. I quickly understood that my fever caused my glasses to blur, but that's all.
"But, because it's about me, I don't want to do it because I think it's good.... because I think this is really right."
Please don't say that softly.
I don't know what to look like. Tickles not only your head but also your ears, and your breath gets hot from the inside. From the gap in the cloudy glasses, you can see a glittering smile like a flower, and it stops you breathing.
I already said, "I know," "I know, even if you don't tell me," and that's all I could say. Hide with a hand that pushes the black edge of the glasses away from the face and hides the hot face, but still pride won't stop stroking the hand. Really, really, really, really, really.
What the hell?!
Only the screams of the heart are emitted with sounds close to the screams in the brain.
There's been a lot of pride lately. He used to draw on people's feelings, and he understood us. He said no more words, and I've been saved countless times. This time, it's always about her understanding my feelings, feeling worried, apologizing, persuading and comforting me. It itself has given up a long time ago. But that's not it, that's not the problem!! Pride has been doing this for a long time now. I'm a little worried about being strangely out of line as the next queen, but even if I put it down, I want to hold her head so much that I want to say whether it's really pride. Maybe. I've had it a few times. No, good! It's good!! But anyway, she's a recent girlfriend....
"~ ~ ~ ~... it's okay now.... if you understand..."
Please help me.
Pride is going to kill me like this.
Pride returns a happy "thank you" voice to me. The words alone pushed the back of one's hand against his mouth and bit the inside of his lips slightly. I hope her hands get away quickly while distracting herself from the taste of blood. I can't help but pretend.
Because my glasses are cloudy and invisible, I feel the tickle of being rubbed with extra sensitivity to the touch. As he leaned and solidified in his white vision, Gilbert cut out a laughing voice and said, "Well then, Pride, I'll hurry up."
As soon as that happens, Pride's hand stops and finally releases from the tickle. But I wonder if you're still going to stroke me, or if you're even aiming for pride in returning the word to Gilbert with your hands on my head.
"Dear Mr. Stale, I will now return to the West Regent, but what do you want me to do? They just got a message from an envoy about the case."
Damn it. I didn't expect Jill Vail to save me.
I think so, but I can't miss this opportunity. If the story is true, I want to hear the details right away, and I want to proceed. And now I want to get out of here as soon as possible. If you don't get away from Pride, your heart will burst and die.
If you get up from the sofa, you'll be able to take pride away. I thought it would be a waste, but now I'm putting my life first. Slightly fluffy feet and white, blurred vision calm your breath. Remove the glasses and call further beyond Pride while wiping the lens fog.
"I'm going now.... Tiara, you too."
It's about time for Tiara to finish her rest.
Tiara, who was watching my crisis with a smile and a smile, turned a blind eye to the fact that she was shook up. He leaned his neck and got up from the sofa. Walking around caring for me, sticking to my arm. Tiara, shorter than Pride, peeks down at me with her glasses on again.
"Niisama, are you thinking bad again?
"Don't worry, it's a good story for you."
I dare not touch my complexion and give back my straight line of sight to Tiara, who laughs happily.
Then Tiara pulled my arm toward the door, playing a playful voice, "Okay, let's go."
He pushed Jilbert and me forward and greeted Pride. I followed Tiara, but I still couldn't see her face properly. I don't want my calming complexion to get any darker.
As Tiara pulled him out of the room, Zilbert followed. I think we'll have to do something about this look before we get to Uncle West. And if you want to complain to Arthur about this early at night until the sun rises, you think pathetically.
... because of my thoughts at this time, I didn't even imagine that I would be able to do this.