1350 The dream of the Commander of the Knights of the Third Corps.

─People's voices were being heard.

"...? This place...?"

Without a second thought, she overflowed with murmur and looked around.

No matter where you look around, it's only black as if it's been painted. I stood in a space where I didn't even know if I was opening my eyes or not.

I can't tell at a glance how far it's spread or how surrounded it is that I can't afford to reach out. However, while organizing the situation, if I held my forehead with my finger, I could see my own hand.

If I accidentally took a breath and checked not only my surroundings but also my surroundings, I could see all of my body for some reason. Fortunately, despite the darkness of my feet, I can only see my body, but at the same time it's creepy.

When I noticed, I wasn't standing on the wall, I wasn't rolling on the floor, and I was caught standing on my feet. I think it's a dream, but in a dream, I feel like I'm thinking strangely.

I can't remember what happened before or after.

I looked around the training area lightly, and I remembered seeing Arthur and the others. At the very least, it is natural to think that this place is not simply imprisoned, but that it is intended by someone with some sort of special ability.

What kind of Special Ability? I tried to check the safety of the front, back, left, right, up and down by spreading my hands, but they didn't hit anything. When I tapped the floor with my shoe tip, I felt a different artifact from the ground.

Let's try destroying the floor, but I still don't know what's down there. If the building itself is fragile, you can strangle yourself.

If this were a real place, you wouldn't have the usual special abilities to kidnap me from the Knights' Practice Range and bring me to a structure like this. It is difficult to imagine that a traitor appeared in the Knights even though they were ambushed by an outside attack in the Knights' Training Ground. Assuming they got in, that's a tippet. However, no matter how permeable the Special Ability.....

"Who's there?!" If you're here, please answer me... "

A faint voice that sounds like a tinnitus from before.

I raised my voice towards it, but it didn't respond to anything but intermittent voices.

It is also difficult to tell whether it is distant or whether it is a voice or a sound if you do not grasp your ears. But it was probably a human voice. Are you holding me captive, or are there others captured besides me? We have to check that first. Whoever it is, it will lead to a better grasp of the situation.

Gaze and turn your body back in the direction of your voice. I couldn't grasp the exact distance, but when I looked in the direction I probably would, a small flash of light blinked for a moment. Except for my figure, I saw something like reflection in black, in spite of the lack of light, and that was the only evidence that there was something visible.

I want to run around, but I also think that the trap is stretched out, and I move forward with my awareness in all directions, step by step. As fast as possible, and in view of the fact that it was a cliff one step ahead.

Even if I went forward, I could not grasp the sense of distance at all, and I proceeded forward while keeping my hurry within my chest.

Even though it was supposed to take time to proceed cautiously step by step, the unilateral voice could not even be felt during the breathing inheritance. At first, I thought it was a life-saving voice because I could hear it uninterruptedly, but if it was not interrupted until now, is there anything wrong with life? Whether it's the victim or the perpetrator, I hope you don't let your voice stop until you get there. In this line of sight, only one loss of clue could be life-threatening.

The closer you get, the more your voice is outlined.

I've heard of it, but I don't know. It's like a double sound, and the closer you get, the more painful your ears get. I can't think of anybody who can think of me in my voice. It's not like I can't think of it, but it's like I'm hanging on to my memories.

When you think about how many times I've called you and you haven't heard back from me, you're a little suspicious of being human. Because that voice hasn't changed since I noticed it.

"Hahahaha......"

It was a spooky laugh.

I wonder if I was trapped in a space like this and even touched it. The closer you get, the more pleasant it sounds, but it's not pleasant. Rather, it was the opposite.

From the height of her voice, she is either a woman or a child. Even though I don't feel like I'm making a mistake, I can't think of anyone. It's like being held down with a lid on, and the more disgusting you are, the more you block your thoughts. It's definitely a laugh I know and I've heard.

When I thought about it, I sweated strangely on my forehead. Looking ahead, if you don't want to go, you instinctively lose your physical freedom. No way, I doubt myself that I am scared to the point that I am a knight with a laugh.

Without slowing down one step at a time, I stopped breathing when I noticed. I finally approached the source of the light to a distance that I could read a few meters away. As if waiting for me, it was a rectangular object with a long horizontal frame. A vertical mirror is not strange, but I understand that it is different if I add the distance to the position of my gaze.

It wasn't like a mirror on the other side of the frame from the front, but...... it wasn't real.

"Ahahahaha..."

"... Alan...?"

It's not like you're laughing. A man who keeps waking up to a woman standing on a puddle of blood, pressed down on the floor.

Behind one piece of glass, it was a nightmare.

I can't see Alan's face pressed to the floor. They are not directed at me, but at the wreckage further behind.

The body of a woman whose neck had been slashed and whose blood was gushing out like a fountain, and the legs of a woman standing behind it. Blood was dripping from heeled shoes and sword tips that were not suitable for women's shoes. Only the hem of a fine dress can be moved to leave. A deep crimson dress that dirtyed the floor and hurt my head for a moment.

No matter who the men are holding Alan down, they can't even look at his face except for his limbs and clothes.

The only man who puts a knife to Alan's neck has a different attitude to clothes, but the others look like our guards from the sleeves of their clothes. Fake or not, what was this sight before that?

Reaching beyond the frame that reflected a certain amount of light, there was a sense of glass separating them. Even if you look through the window at various angles, you can't even see the unnatural face of the woman who is laughing, rather than the men who are holding down Alan.

I don't have much to say to the sight of it. Originally, Alan was being held down, so he took action to break the window. But I don't think it's more real than that.

The more you look through the window, the wider the field of view that was narrowing at some point, the more you don't think it's real. Because it was me who was lying on the floor, my neck and torso separated, and my blood overflowed.

─ People's voices were being heard. All the voices of the lamented and terrified people, and all the voices of the pained and exhausted knights.

Oh, my God, this is...

Alan, the woman, and the other men are not looking for me, even though I'm here so close, one piece of glass apart. The only thing that was pointing at me was my neck, which was painted with blood from my head.

Her red hair mixed with her brother's red tea hair and her face closed with eyelids that she could not see. Definitely mine.

Even though I was separated from my torso, my face was incredibly frightened and painless, and I just closed my eyelids tightly.

Whether it was a beat on the floor or blood overflowing from the neck. My leaning head is almost half wet with blood.

Thinking that this was my last future, it made my throat throat throb.

Why should I die like this without resisting? Maybe because Alan was taken hostage, or maybe something else, if that's the case. It's impossible to offer a head to an enemy without thinking of a way.

Besides, that's not the only thing that's strange. I'm going to die, and so is this place.

I didn't notice much of the sight at first, but it was probably the Knights' Palace. It was also the Knight Commander's Office. But I didn't think this was the real Knights' Practice Range anymore. I feel uncomfortable with Alan's regimental clothes, which are only slightly visible.

Yes ~ Yes.... Next

The laughter stopped and suddenly came to an end.

The voice of the woman who had been laughing loudly was lowered as if she had woken up, and she walked up to Alan. Alan, who hadn't moved as hard as he had just done, let out a voice. Even if you can't see your face, you can tell by your voice that your expression is stunnedly wide open.

Dragging the bloody sword, the floor was damaged, and the clattering and stiff shoes rang and approached.... moments. I first understood with my skin what was waiting for me.

When I noticed the impatience without saying goodbye, I slammed the window with my strength. I understood with my head that I didn't have to use the special power of my strength before I could hear a piece of glass passing through my voice. However, it only vibrates with cancer and bones.

I ate and tied my teeth and waved my arms again with the utmost force of my special abilities, but all I could do was make a loud sound of glass and hurt my fist.... of course. I know, from the beginning. This is not real. It's just a dream.

"Zahran, what are you doing? Get up! Move!"

Raising his voice, he waved his fists across the glass over and over again at the same time. Cancer, Cancer, The sound of her fist echoed and the woman said something, but she didn't have time to hear it. Even that unpleasant voice was heard twice, and it was difficult to hear the words. I have an incredibly nauseating voice.

I don't know if my Special Ability doesn't work or if I can't use it.

No fists, no elbows, no kicking, no pulling the sword from my waist, no cracks in any piece of glass. I forgot the blink, and the taste of blood came out of my mouth.

Alan calls out roughly over and over again. No matter how many of you are held down, Alan will not restrain you even if he is violent in front of you. I know, this isn't real, it's a dream or an illusion. Everything is too different from reality.

Whatever I do here won't change. It can't be real. At the moment I'm alive here, dying behind the glass, there's no way I'm real. No matter what happens out there, the reality is that I'm gonna die and Alan's gonna die.

...... if it was Revelation.

"Alan, what are you doing? Alan, do you want to die in front of me again?"

Don't be ridiculous. Yes, my throat screamed painfully, and the excessive clapping of my fist caused the blood to seep out in no time.

Alan called me over and over again, and I kept waving my fists over and over to the glass without breaking. A woman's unpleasant voice drifts through her ears, and I crush it with the sound of my own fist.

I don't care what this woman says anymore. I think everything except the cold part of my head must be broken if I don't stop it soon. It's like Alan is really about to be killed in front of you, and this doesn't even sound like a special ability scream. No, this isn't real...

Even if it is a revelation, it is not real today. There is no need to be in a hurry here, and I don't feel free to try to grasp the current situation with as much information as one thing. Your body, your head and your head don't work properly.

I say calm down, but everything else says if we don't stop here now, Alan will die. I should have killed that woman─ after all...... that woman?

My breath became rough and disturbed, and sweat gushed not only on my forehead, but all over my body. I don't know whether it is because the fist I grabbed shakes too weakly regardless of my will, or because of the pain of blood dripping. The sound of the heart echoing from the inside as it echoes the sound of tapping the window. It also echoes quickly behind the ear.

It's impossible, it's impossible that this is the future ahead. Why should Alan die like this?

I was─already tired.

Huh?──

Your face aches as if your head was struck by lightning.

What? Why did I think that now? I looked around, wondering if it was someone else's voice, but no one was there. Just me and the nightmare behind the window.

Finally, Alan's eyes saw a woman waving her sword, and she understood the movement of the tip of the sword. Stop, or I'll strain my throat to the point that my ears hurt again.

Why am I doing nothing like this here? Why did you impose such a heavy burden on Alan? I knew I didn't want that woman to keep her word.

You feel nauseous in a seizure and hold your own neck. I can't tell whether it's moaning or vomiting. Even so, I couldn't keep my eyes from the silver blade that was shaken off.... yes. I should have opened my eyes and lived.

The time of just a few seconds is felt a hundred times. The sword was slowly dropped into Alan's head.

At this moment, Alan stares at the hope that he won't be able to evade the men. The back of Alan's face, which he could not see, was held down by the men, and he remained stiffened to groan at the woman. Alan's not moving anymore. As the blade swallowed into Alan's neck, I noticed that the water droplets that passed through his jaw were severely wetting the floor.

Shh.

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

This voice again.

Remaining beaten, Gottori. Alan's head fell to the floor with a dull sound, and now I see it with my own eyes.

When I noticed it, my hands stopped waving my fists for nothing. The left hand fell without force, and the right hand did not move one finger joint with the hand on the window.

I didn't have the strength to close it with my mouth open. I'm glad I can't see my rolled neck face, but I think it's an oddly sober part. When I saw my face, I wanted to die more.... the fact that I let Alan die with such emotion and carelessness.

The men who were holding down Alan, who kept spilling the same amount of blood droplets from his neck, were pulling back.

We retreated to a position where we could not see a single limb, and only our skeleton and one woman were left behind on the side of the glass. Alan's blood is spreading and mingling on the floor, which is dyed red with my blood.

We dirty the scorched Knight Commander's Office in the worst possible way.

This time, the vibration didn't come from behind the window, but from my knees.

This is not the first time my people have died. Still, I can't move now. I am not dying because of me, and I am not able to give my body the most regretful death I have ever given.

I suddenly woke up to the sound of my heart, listening to the repeated laughter of a woman like a tinnitus. My hands move to be pushed by a heavy and slow sound that I think has stopped until now.

I covered my face and scratched my forehead. I didn't even know it. I said, "I'm sorry."

─I made a mistake.

There's nothing uncomfortable about it in my head right now. It's empty even though it's buried.

I just regretted being beaten up by this sight.

Yeah, I knew it. At that time, I really should have moved with the Knights and Alan. The Knights should have stood up as their last blade to save the people from further suffering.

There is no longer a knight I longed for, wanted, or scorched. No matter how many royal orders I followed, I didn't really get used to the scenery seen as a symbol of fear, running away, resentment, rather than fear from the people.

Still... I couldn't get rid of it until the end.

I could not change the words I swore at the recall ceremony that I had dreamed of continuing to admire. Not to the royalty, but to myself, who chose the way of the knights.

I was not interested in the royal family from the beginning, nor did I ever stick to the position of Knight Commander, Deputy Knight Commander, or Knight Commander. However, I wanted to protect the knights who stood with me without giving up their names... and the hopes they gave me until he grew up and went to the main unit.

In accordance with the royal decree, I did my best for the royalty, and in exchange, no matter how much I appealed to be the voice of the people, I was crushed from above.

Even if I could at least serve as a shield against the pain of the knights who dirty their hands with the blood of the people, I could only give orders like a royal doll. Their lamentations, their sins, their hands were defiled, and I was the last.

I didn't want to stain them with blood any more to support the knights' pride, nor did I want to force them to do anything that would hurt the knights' pride. I didn't want to let our scorched knights fall into the name of revolution.

While I understood that it was the knight's way to protect the people, I was already at my limit to protect the Knights entrusted to me as the Commander of the Knights.

Even though I hated the royalty who despised the people, brought battles to other countries, and continued to hold the knight proud,... I couldn't forgive myself for hating him. I am a knight, I swear loyalty to the royal family, and I sway with one of my own ideals.

The more the royal order is fulfilled, the more the pride as a knight is wounded and steeped in blood, far from the ideals of the past. If the pride as a knight is respected, he denies the loyalty as a knight himself.

Let the knights wave their hands to protect the knights, defile their pride to protect the knights' pride, and let the knights carry this role on their backs if they continue to sit in the knights commander's chair.

One day I hated myself more than anyone else for commanding the knights to do evil.

I wish I had listened more to─Arthur.

To imitate his father, the Commander of the Roderick Knights, the Commander of the Clark Knights, and not to let our one-sided expectations crumble. That was our decision.... all of us who heard the last wish of the Commander of the Knights of Clark that day.

─One day, I couldn't tell the name and face of the new Knight, not even the recruits.

My role as Commander of the Knights, and above all, I can't face the recruits and the Knights anymore.

When did you forget to─laugh?

There was no time to rejoice in the clothes, seats, rooms, or positions of the scorched Knight Commander. The loss sensation was much higher than that obtained.

─After all, I didn't do anything to protect them.

No matter how many people feared and hated the Knights' pride and the legacy of their predecessors, they could not protect the Knights from the threats of other countries. I didn't have the courage to be hated by the knights, or the readiness to be called evil in history.

I entrusted everything to Alan, and I did my own harm.

Even the sounds of substitution and such are ugly.

I wanted to die as a knight at the end. At least I wanted to be an innocent people, a proud knight... a shield for my friends.

I could only see before they both died, I died, or Alan died. I didn't have the energy to stand up to the queen anymore.

As a knight, Alan was more suitable to lead the Knights than he was to tremble in anger.

But in the end, it was pointless. I should have taken the sword with Alan instead of dropping my head if I had let Alan die like this, losing the shields and the support of the Knights. Instead of being a friend's shield, he ended up as a knight in dishonorable death and regretting himself.

"Hahahahahaha... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."... hey? I owe it to you. "

If you think that the crazy high laughter has stopped, this time you can hear a licky voice.

I raised my face back to the side of the glass as if I were being pulled by a collar. I didn't even know what my eyeballs were looking at at the beginning of my distorted vision.

The same sound as the drops of poppy, poppy and blood fell from my cheeks, and I saw the thin arm of a woman at the end of it. Grab Alan's hair that was rolling at his feet with the ease of pulling out the weeds. Before it was fully lifted, it spilled "ooze" and at the same time, its head fell crudely to the floor. The sound of bones echoed on the floor, rolling like inorganic matter and kicking me with my toes.

I walked up to my neck, and now the woman's hand stretches out to my head. I doubt the sanity of a woman who strokes my head soaked in blood, as if it were an animal's hair....... I'm about to snore. This woman hasn't been sane for a long time either.

Don't touch me. I squeezed my throat and a faint voice came out. What is being touched in front of me is so unpleasant that I feel nauseous. I can't help it. You keep killing me with my, Alan's, knights' hands.

"Thanks to you, who died in a masturbating, complacent intoxication. Thank you, Sam?

Immediately thereafter, as I remembered, the laughter resounded again.

I pulled my stroking hand, and immediately after that, my back foot kicked me in the head. "Well then, as you can see," she said, giving instructions to someone, and finally the woman disappeared behind the door. Without clearing up our bodies, we dare to leave them as they are. As soon as it was closed, a number of slightly familiar voices could be heard from behind the door in the immovable sight....... knights, I wonder.

Why is this permissible? If you have doubts about it, you can't get angry. I'm just more angry at myself.

I couldn't defend anything. I just spread the damage. After all, for her, me and Alan were just one of the temporal joys.

I have a severe headache on my head. I don't know if the hand you're holding is squeezing with your own force or if you're trying to crack it from the inside. Everything in my head is as hot as a magma and dissolves in my brain. I don't know if I'm alive or dead.

I think it would be easier if my limbs were heavy and my head broke like this. With a broken head, my fingers really scraped my scalp. Blood blocks my sight, not just my ears. Just like me on the other side of the glass.

It was hard to breathe, and when I coughed into it with a pushing momentum, I kept spitting it out. I could see that the redness was overflowing with an unbelievable amount even from my mouth. It's like they're going after the glass.

If the cough mixed with the water sound was zero again, red leaked out from the gap of the hand that was suppressed quickly. I don't know whether it is the blood on my head, from my mouth or from my eyes.

Once again, my fist slammed the floor like it was trying to wake me up. Like the glass, there are no marks on the floor. ……………………………………………….

What did I become a knight for, and why was it that I could not leave nothing behind, nor support or defend anyone? Even what was alive until this time today was a sinful business. I'm the only one who can kill so many recruits and knights.──

I'm so glad you're alive...

"............──"

I can't die yet.

She breathes and her thoughts turn white in an instant. The blink of an open sight blinks again and again as it rapidly opens. When I noticed it, it was crushed and crushed to the point that it was on the floor.

Rather than rounding my back, I was united with the ground. It's as if you've been holding your breath all this time. While repeatedly exhaling a large swelling of the lungs, I saw the hand that was blocking my mouth, and there was a trace of blood even on my fingers.

Repeating the blink, the transparent scarlet that was left around my eyes dropped, and I stretched the blood stain. If I wipe my mouth with the opposite hand, there will be blood marks. The floor is overflowing with lethal quantities.

The head also felt a stinging pain, and if it was rubbed, there was brand new blood on my fingers. It wasn't a dream, but what was it?

If I held down my heart, it was pulsating, not normal. Pounding and vivid blood streams travel through the palms of your hands.

I looked at my hands, which were covered in blood while I was on my knees. I can't even remember what happened to my thoughts in a fragmented way. When I raised my face, there was a sight of my neck still rolling. Rather than me and Alan's body being there...... I'm scared of myself for accepting this as a "reality".

Is that what you're capable of?

"............ I'm just kidding"

Haa...... when I finally mumbled my last breath out loud, I heard a lower voice than I thought.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand only once, and my eyebrows became stronger. The possibility of special abilities and status quo has passed, but it doesn't matter now. I can see that my gaze is getting steeper and steeper.

If I put my knees up, I could easily get up. The feeling of vomiting that seemed to kill me just now disappeared like a lie.

Instead, a double amount of heat swirled in my stomach. Beyond the line of sight are the remains of me and Alan, which are rolling unchanged across the glass. As long as the floor and glass aren't affected by special abilities. As soon as I stepped on the floor with my right foot in anger, the ground shook without a hole.

"Don't mock the knight."

It doesn't matter if it's my death or Alan's. I will not mock the death of the knight himself.

There was no more, I had my own voice echoed across the glass, and I had my hands on it. A small web of cracked spiders stretched out from the window, echoing quickly.

If I could just get back to my senses, I'd say now that I saw the faces of the men who allegedly killed us. I can't remember what I had in mind because of the cloudy thoughts. But I can vividly remember what I thought of myself. It is a shame that such thoughts have become such for a moment.

I scratched my nails and scratched my head, understanding that no one saw me, that I was too humiliated, or that I could not praise myself. Now the nail pain is also pleasant.

Thoughts of the world beyond the glass, or brainwashing of somebody? Either way, all of this illusion is impossible. I denied it to the [martyred] knights in front of me.

"We cannot allow ourselves to seek death. Because if we don't live, there are lives that we can't save."

Gosh, if I slap my fist, my dullness will come back. But now I can't take this pain. On the contrary, cracks widened widely in the glass and the pisipis. Was it just because I hadn't been able to use my special abilities before? Either way, now is not the time.

I don't know why you tried to embrace this as reality.

I've been a little upset about Alan's death myself. However, I do not have the time to be beaten up in such a place, nor the time to truly receive a crap show.

This is how I live. Then it depends on whether it's a dream or an illusion. You think I choose to die in this complacent drunkenness? Impossible. You will never fall in love with the Knight's way of life, but you will not push it against others, nor will you escape to death. I swore twice that I would live this life with pride as a knight until the last moment.

I will appoint you as my knight.

"I don't mourn. My beloved knight is right here."

Beat your chest and be proud.

Even if there is a tragedy like this beyond the glass, I will not be ashamed or regretting myself as a knight for the rest of my life. I don't want Alan to regret his death. If he dies anyway, he'll see to it that he's a dead man like me.

As if it resonated with my voice, a crack ran through all sides of the glass, turning white. My neck and Alan's neck are covered by a rift.

I took the sword, and this time I grabbed it without pulling it out of the sheath and pierced it into the glass as much as I could. The tip of the sword penetrated one piece of glass behind the other, and pulled it to the side, scraping the glass and splintering it bit by bit.

One centimeter, two centimeters, and a special ability make it indivisible glass, but I can't leave without breaking it.

Even if this were Tiara-sama's revelation, I won't forgive her. I don't want to die without protecting him.

Live as a knight and protect him from the mud. Protect the people, and reach out to the voice for help, and be the light of the people. That's why I decided to put my sleeve through this regimental outfit. Everyone wanted us as knights and admired us.

"For that one!" I've already decided not to stop... "

Zushaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Your throat can be torn open, and you're shaking your arms to the side.

It was almost simultaneous with the sword breaking into a horizontal line, and the glass itself breaking to burst from the inside.

His body leaned back and his legs moved to avoid the fragments in a reflective manner, but I could see that there was no need for wonders. Fragments that could cause fatal injury, and fragments that could cause blindness if they were in my eyes, all melted like sand and dispersed before touching me.

My neck and Alan's remains are missing from the tear. Behind the glass was the Knight Commander's Office, which was soaked in blood, and only fragments shining with the same black space and colorlessness as the surrounding area to show that everything was illusory.

If I blinked at the glare of the reflective object without the twinkling light of the sun,...... my vision was all black and gone.

You can see that your body is also falling backwards in your suddenly retreating consciousness. This time it was real darkness where I couldn't see anything even if I dropped my gaze to my hands.

Even though there was so much anger and frustration, it was now strange and pleasant. The peace of mind was so strong that I didn't think I was surrounded by darkness. The people, the Knights... I was sure that I could return to him.

"As an ally."

Beyond what I chose, there was no regrets.

…………

……

"... I'm sorry. I apologize for the inconvenience."

... oh my gosh.

In an unexpected blow from herself, she immediately lowered her head by lowering one hand that covered her mouth. Arthur, who was next to me, had a clear gaze when he saw something unusual. I can see the fever rising on my face quietly and twitching.

Not only Arthur, but also Pride, who was the bodyguard of the Kingsguard, and Tiara, who had been given time to rest, were looking at us like glass balls.

It's unusual that Captain Column is stretched out.

"Was it because of lack of sleep?"

I'm sorry. While apologizing, he bit his mouth and remembered the dream he had seen until this morning. No matter what I think, it's not what I'm going to tell the two princesses. Dreams of me and Alan being decapitated.

In the early morning exercise, my feelings were switched, but when I woke up, I accidentally froze my neck. I can only say that it is a nightmare to see myself die and be killed to Alan in the middle of the window.

In my dreams, I had the slightest suspicion that Tiara-sama's [Revelation] would have an impact, but... once again, I think the predictive ability unique to royalty is a painstaking one. Even if you have nightmares like that, the two of you in front of you must always doubt whether it is a dream or a future.

But now that I think calmly, it was definitely a bad dream. After all, the remnants of the recapture battle were still unconscious.

Unlike when I woke up, I can only remember the vague content now... but I want to erase it from my head sooner rather than later.

I didn't expect you two to get worried. I open my mouth while I mock myself with my thoughts.

"It's a bit of a bad dream... but it's okay." Because as a knight, I am able to sleeplessly. "

I can't say I'm more mentally exhausted than I am sleepless.

When I returned the words with a bitter smile, both Pride and Tiara blinked in amazement. And Arthur said, "Are you all right?” he asked with a slightly suppressed voice.

I think it's a big deal, but it seems that Arthur cares about these trivial things.

Pinch your forehead with your fingertips and return your words as you fix it. Tiara asked me, "It's good to talk about bad dreams," but I can't tell you more about the lava.

I thank you for your concern and look back on that dream again.

"It's really a crap, unrealistic, grief-stricken dream. You won't be bothered.”

No matter where you take it, it's a nightmare.

I feel like Alan came out somehow, but... I think it's just a dream he scratched around.

All I can remember is that I was mutilated to death and that I called Alan by the name of Alan. However, even if I could remember, my answer to Tiara-sama would not have changed.

Dreams are also said to be manifestations of deep psychology.

It's only a proverb, but if I say it here, I'm more worried about my mental state. Even now, I'm busy visiting the school in secret. Speaking of dreams of dying here, you're even more distracted by Pride.

Without daring to say anything, neither Pride-sama nor Tiara-sama had any further reference to me. "I see..." "If you're tired, please tell me!" And you two are really nice to talk to me as I wish.

"No, Captain Column... are you tired because you hooked up with me late at night yesterday...?"

“That's not what started yesterday, is it? Don't worry about it."

I also wanted to move my body. While returning his words, he laughed a bit at Arthur's unaware hand.

My hands looked like they were trying to touch my back, but I, a senior, seemed to hesitate to slap my back as cheaply as other juniors and subordinates. It's unusual that Arthur tried to slap me in the back. It would be nice if I could feel the same familiarity as the Guardian Knight.

With gratitude, I slap Arthur in the back. With Pong, Arthur's spine stretched big enough to look like a giant centipede as he clapped his hands lightly.

"I hope you get a good night's sleep, too," he replied with a domineering voice. "Thank you for your hard work, Master Pride."

Thank you, Sam?

Bam!

What's up, Captain Column?

At the same time that something cold was running on my spine, I was cutting my neck with the wind behind me.

I looked back at myself, but there was no one there, just Jack the Guard on the wall. Moreover, it is far from me.

Not only Pride-sama who called out to you, but also Tiara-sama and Arthur had more rounded eyes than before....... I wonder if there's any part of you that's getting a little overly sensitive.

However, I was unable to wipe out the uncomfortable feeling now, and I looked for signs while knowing that I was sad. "Excuse me," I said, and cut the sky with my hand around Pride and Tiara. At least the signs didn't seem like intruders, but Arthur and Chancellor Gilbert's reports at the time showed that Tippet was skilled at clearing signs. At the very least, I don't feel like the creepy voice of the current double sound belonged to a woman.

Arthur understood the intent of my movements and his gaze changed to sharpen his nerves around me with his sword. But...... after all, nothing happened. I apologize for the rudeness and tell the customer about the safety confirmation.

"I just felt like I had been touched unexpectedly. You may be a little tired because you can hear the hollows.”

"Touch...? Where, by the way?"

In response to Pride-sama's question, Arthur raised his palms in front of his chest and showed them. "I haven't touched it."

Of course I know you're not Arthur. Arthur, who hesitated to slap me on the back, was unlikely to touch it.

Repeat stroking your head as if to wipe off your own discomfort. I prioritized safety checks, but my head has always felt uncomfortable since I felt uncomfortable. It felt uncomfortable and unavoidable when the raining water dropped a hundred times. I can't wipe it off as much as I want to once I'm bathing in the water.

However, I did not always care about my own head, but consciously tied my hands behind my back.

I'm embarrassed by the many times I've apologized today. I said it was okay. If I became hypersensitive from the side, I would not be able to take care of it. As a result, Pride-sama and Arthur's face was no better. You've done something reminiscent of Adam and Tippet's shadow during the break with Tiara-sama at the corner, and I'm sure you're worried about me too.

Um, Captain Column, could you come over a moment ago?

Unfortunately, Tiara was suddenly greeted next to me.

I was called by Tiara, who was sitting next to Pride-sama, and I turned to the side. When I waited for an order or an earpiece, I was moved up and down by the movement of my hands instead of words. It was similar to the gesture I made earlier, but I probably assumed that it was the same, while lowering my posture and bending my hips. However, even if I stepped back to a position that matched Tiara's line of sight, my hand would not stop moving. When I put one knee on it, it stopped there.

I don't think that Tiara-sama would ask for such a form of apology, and I can't grasp her intentions at all.

When I raised my face from my knees, I saw Tiara-sama for a moment. I can't believe you're just reaching out to me. If I stopped my reflexively avoiding body, Tiara-sama's hand was immediately lowered to my head.

"I, oniisama and niisama can stroke your head like this and you'll calm down very much!"

"...... Thank you......"

No way.

I didn't expect Tiara-sama to stroke my head in this position, with a soft smile on her face. Certainly, I think this position is the easiest for Tiara-sama to stroke...

I can't shake it off from my royal opponents, but I can't refuse it as proof that you care about me like Tiara-sama. It's embarrassing to be seen by Arthur and Pride-sama, but now, in preference to Tiara-sama's good intentions, she bites her lips tightly and chews the inside of her mouth small.

It can't be helped. I am also responsible for the worry caused by hypersensitivity following the stretching. Besides, you can see that the discomfort of your head is fading without your heart. But...... if you think that it will only end once or twice, I think you should thank Tiara who strokes my hair again and again and cut it up.

"Onee-sama, please take it!"

Until you get to the rides.

My shoulders went up and down too honestly.

The angle of his face tending to fall down until just now rose suddenly. Tiara touched my head and said, "Captain Column's hair is amazing." She laughed at Pride.

I wanted to withdraw immediately, but I couldn't help but wave away the hand of Tiara-sama, who was still touching me. I, a special ability of power, can now be completely pinned down by this superior skill. The next moment, I was really stretched out to Pride-sama's hand.

"Excuse me..."

Wow... it's swaying from your fingertips, and it feels like your hands are lowered to match the flow of your hair. I felt a sudden tickle and my whole body tightened.

Tiara-sama's hand was pulled and only Pride-sama's hand slowly stroked her head. When I thought that the feel of my hand was only that of Pride-sama, I felt extra hot on my face. If I fell face down again without noticing the flush, even Pride-sama could not stop twice and stroke my head three or four times.

It feels nice to stroke your hair with your fingertips... and it's embarrassing.

……………………

"Really, thank you for your work. Please don't push yourself too hard."

Focus your strength on your jaw until your back teeth are completely sealed off.

I just can't make eye contact with the gentle voice that cares for me. If you can see this complexion, you may be mistaken for a cold this time.

The feeling of fingers stroking and combing is indescribable to love, and if a person who does not know anything enters the room, I have a sense of crisis in the situation where I put my knee on to stroke the pride and put my head out. But I couldn't speak out.

When I noticed it, the discomfort I felt earlier was painted like a lie. After being stroked more than ten times, I couldn't even let go while you were fixing the hair finely at the tip of my nails, so I couldn't say anything.

Finally, he pulled back and finally said "Thank you".... it was definitely my intention not to round it up until then.

Breathe deeply twice so that your complexion returns slightly, then raise your face and stand up. I never imagined that you would be able to do this much to the extent of your dreams.

I returned a smile to the two of you and returned to Arthur behind me. Rather than being disrupted, I pressed my tidy forehead meaninglessly and took another deep breath.

If I think about that nightmare again to wake my burning head up, I can hardly remember the impact I just had.

Don't make a fool of the knight

……

I got a little chilly from the oyster. I couldn't even remember anyone's voice anymore, but it was definitely an infiltration of anger.

In terms of tone, it could be mine or someone else's. But in any case, there must have been something so unpleasant about such a dialogue.

Did Alan make something of himself when he fell into a dream? But I also feel a little bit too thorny for me to say to Alan. Alan is probably that kind of guy, but he's not the kind of guy who fools knights. The other knights...... As far as I know, no one can make a fool of the knights, not even our own recruits.

Everyone is a proud knight who is truly proud of his chivalry.

Even that Harrison doesn't make a fool of the Knight. Rather, he will be angry.

If it is a dialogue from someone to me, it is a nightmare. No, it's a dream, so there's a good chance they'll do something they're not supposed to do. Of course, I could have committed this crime....... Alright, my head is cold enough.

Swallow in your mouth and regulate your breathing. If I raised my face again, both Pride and Tiara would already be returning to the tea party.

I was relieved to see you entrusting your back to us, and my chest settled down.

We are here to protect this peaceful sight.