1231 Ⅱ 236. The brother-in-law feels ashamed.

"... I wonder if it's been a week since I've been here."

Out of the garden, in the shade of the school gate, the pride sat down.

At first, they also came up with a plan for school meals with Hélène, the sister of Farnham's brother and sister, but they were already late than other students, so now they can't get five seats together.

The shade of the trees, which initially ate like a daily meal, is also a place of rest for the pride that never came from Nate's case. Far from the garden, from the schoolyard and from the school building, there were few students there, and it was quiet except for the guard knight who guarded the school gate.

Though everything is still unresolved, Pride started lunch with Powell and the others, thinking it would be a pleasure to have dinner with the four of us here again. Arthur cheeks the sandwich out of the bag, and Sail and Powell exchange meals. They are allowed to play at ease at last, having eaten much later than the other students.

"Huh. So, Captain Column was waiting for Jeanne and the others yesterday to hear more about Nate?"

"Yeah, that's right. It was the students' personal matter, and I twice spent time with Powell, so it seemed like he took care of me."

"Great, I thought I'd finally pissed Philip and the others off."

"That's not true." We all love Powell. "

Pride and Powell exchanged gentle conversations, literally flowering into each other's conversations.

Fufu, I think Pride is glad to be able to talk to Powell, who used to talk to Steyl a lot in the first place, in a natural way, with a brighter laughter going on. Now that Nate's worries have cleared up, I think he's having such a good time, albeit temporarily.... if you can see that the Sail sitting next to you is unwell.

Even though it was a well-behaved meal, my face was still red. Normally, Arthur and I would take pride in him, but now he was sitting next to Arthur and Powell.

While eating, I still can't see Pride's face or Powell's face properly. Even if your eyes meet for a moment, you will realize that you will be diverted by the speed of cutting the wind. I was fortunate that they were letting me bounce, but in the meantime, Arthur's gaze was unceasing.

"Philip, drink more water."

"... sorry"

While thanking my partner for his care, I thought to myself, "You're dying! I'm also shocked by what I want to say."

When I returned to the classroom as usual, Steyl and Arthur were naturally upset that the pride was absent from the girls who had already returned. When I remembered how she had disappeared before, I was too worried that she might be involved again. Moreover, even when I asked the girls, they replied, "I was worried because I wasn't at the second limit."

The only thing that made me feel safe was that Alan would deal with it again. Just waiting in the classroom made me uneasy and went out into the hallway. With attention to the surroundings, I couldn't even hold my position, and I kept waiting until I could finally confirm that she was safe.

But the cat is the cause. And when Arthur saw her face, it was clearly a misleading colour. She just shook her head when she asked if she was sheltering someone or if there was something that she didn't want to worry about. The words that were continued after that made me feel safe, but I'm still skeptical that Arthur and Steyl, who thought from his reaction, spent a whole lot of pride like a cat.

But that's not the only way that Stale is being disabled right now.

The pride of trying to mislead the conversation rushed out, grabbing Arthur's hand as if it were a matter of course.

Unlike Arthur, who turned his hand into a heat source, it was not uncommon for Steyl to pull his hand back. But now it's not my brother, it's my relatives. Even so, if my hands were connected as a matter of course, there was no need to say goodbye, and my shyness increased.

The fact that a large number of students now viewed themselves and her as "other people" gave rise to a fever, considering the meaning and misunderstanding of the gaze. As a result, after stopping just like Arthur, I couldn't take my eyes off her hand, which was more connected to Powell's face.

Furthermore, the pride that had only apologized "I'm sorry" until now, but it was not the first time at this timing that it was correctly understood that "it was no good connecting in public", and both Stale and Arthur were pushed into void.

Until now, she often mistakenly assumed that she was angry at the reaction of the two of them, because she had accurately pointed out their shame from herself. Each of them cried out in shock, but in their hearts they said, "You never noticed! It was all in one word.

With a wolfish look and clear emotions on his face, he was shouting at his pride target. Steyl and Arthur were the most shaken by the fire on their heads.

It's okay for both of you to shake me if I accidentally can't.

Those words completely sealed the two of them.

Both Steyl and Arthur knew that it was wrong to hold hands with the First Princess even when their eyes were pierced. And far more powerful than pride, they can naturally be swung away by her. And when they realized that they were about to swing, it wasn't her who tried to force her to connect. I know that they will open their palms in an instant and laugh again without embarrassing themselves.

──It's impossible to swing so hard and so on....

──There's no way you're going to let it go...! "

While listening to Pride and Powell, Arthur and Steyl's thoughts overlapped.

From now on, it's not just a story. Even this time, it was definitely our intention not to [dare] shake it.

When I was reminded of it in the words of pride, I couldn't say anything to her anymore. Even if they were each ashamed of holding hands with her, there was no doubt that what they perceived as the warmth of their hands and the feel of Hosoi's fingers was the opposite of "unpleasant".

And even in a fraction of the time, she was exhausted by the strain and shock to her heart, but only Steyl was chased further.

That was the source of the most humiliating disgrace to Stale.

... Powell's been watching me pathetically...

"You've always been with Philip, haven't you?" I envy you so much. "

“Yeah, we've been together forever. I wanted to be friends with Powell sooner. Hey, Jack."

"Yes. I didn't think I'd meet Philip here, and I'm glad I did."

At last, Arthur joins in the gentle conversation, which alone will release an igniter on Stale's burning head.

When I met him four years ago, I said something great, but within less than a month I was seeing more and more of my roughness.

In the castle, I acted firmly as a "prince" to the maidservants and guards who had been around me for many years, and I was committed to words and actions that would get a favorable impression from everyone. However, even more importantly, Powell's pathetic and abdominal black parts were firmly seen.

You don't want to flip back in front of Powell, you don't want to cheat. As a self [Philip], I am also involved with him in a natural way. Except for Arthur, being involved like a friend is also valuable. However, I don't feel that the image of [Philip] in Powell is rattling and collapsing in the present situation of exposing his pathetic figure in front of him more than I thought.

I knew Philip was a human being after all.

I know that Powell has no ill intentions.

However, it seemed that there was a lot of dialogue between Powell and Steyl that said, "There's something pathetic about every human being."

The opposite sex blushed just as much as the opposite sex connected their hands, and even more so, the opposite sex was just a relative in Powell's eyes. When I was fourteen years old, I was embarrassed enough to get steam from my head.

In fact, when I was fourteen years old, I was free and connected to Tiara, and I was able to take the hands of many women and smile normally not only in the pride ceremony or in the social circle. More to the point, even before he was adopted, he realized that he was popular with women, and he held hands with them if he was asked to do so.

And yet, as if I were immune to a woman, I feel somewhat consoled and ashamed to die.

But I didn't want to bother correcting it here, rather than peeling my fingernails off. Steyl, who has always been younger than Powell since he met him, is actually older than Powell.

Even though I knew it couldn't be helped, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that my pathetic self as [Philip] stood out. Even though I was upset, when I remembered that I was yelled at by pride, sealed off, and even seen blushing, I almost disappeared in an instant.

And Arthur, who somehow understands the feelings of Steyl over the years, doesn't think that he will be forced to talk about it now.

I was embarrassed and looked just as pathetic as Steyl, but for Arthur, many of the remarks of pride were much more stimulating. Rather, I don't care if Powell doesn't even see it badly. Now that Powell is laughing at me, there's one thing I think of as my partner, who keeps burning in shame.

... this guy, he's been looking good for a long time...

Arthur, who understands that much, seems to be less ashamed of himself than he is of Stale.

Giggling, he still concentrates on eating while sniffing his throat with his own water bottle, exhaling without making any noise to the red stilts until his ears. The styles at this time are very smart, but I will only leave them alone until I start talking to them.

I wish I had just let Stale out in front of Powell, who didn't even know he was a royalty. At least Powell always laughed and enjoyed himself when he was with Stale, and Stale was close to nature.

Besides, it took me over a year to show it to the Kingsguard seniors.

I really want you to enjoy your friends who can show it to each other right now. Best of all, at least Arthur's subjectivity doesn't make Powell's gaze on Stale much different than he did when he met him. My admiration for Steyl hasn't faded at all, and I've never pulled or disillusioned myself.

But once you understand that it's not that kind of problem that Steel is fighting right now, there's nothing you can do about it.

"... Philip, if you don't want to eat, give me the rest of the sandwich."

Gradually, he reaches out to the styles that are sinking into thoughts and eating their mouths motionless.

Then, with silence, Steyl handed it to him without hesitation, leaving only two mouths open. I had already eaten bread, and there was no place for me to enter with my stomach, chest and head full.

So for the first time, Powell and Pride called out to me worried that it would be okay, but Stale could only return two words. I still can't see their faces.

Powell's face was also clouded by this. When Arthur raised his eyebrows to make him angry, he only waved his hand to the side so that Stale would not notice him. At any rate, I understand that it will be decided that it will be sorted out by tomorrow.

Reassured by the move from Arthur, Powell changes the subject again as he laughs and remembers.

"That's right, Nate. He's..."

"Jahhhhh!!!!"

Oops! Suddenly, howling loudly, the next moment, everyone's ears were blocked with both hands.

If you turn to a blind attack, you're not the old gentleman they know. Waving across the school gate, Pride stood up with his eyes on the dish as he rushed towards the young man with a slight drag on his leg.

"Nate, I'm sorry."

Why are you standing up here with your mouth held down with your hands in shock? It wasn't just pride, it was unexpected to Stale and Arthur. I also saw the guardian's knight twice in the shape of a bandage when I came to school too late.

Arthur couldn't speak easily before the Knight Guard, but he couldn't help crying out, "Why are you here?" Steyl also raised his face to this and, in amazement, his complexion naturally dropped to its original color, holding down the black edge of his glasses.

Even Powell, who doesn't know the circumstances, doesn't block Nate's mouth when he opens up to a number of injuries that aren't his last sight. Everyone wanted to shout their doubts into their mouths, and Nate, with a full smile on his face, said with a resounding voice on his shoulder with a backpack that was more bulging than usual.

It's done!

The words were undoubtedly authentic with their unbearable smile.