1375 II322. The knight is ashamed.

"I'm sorry, both of you, but after all, the classroom for the first year was no good..."

With a shriveled voice, I returned a word to Pride, who was hanging his head, following Sail.

After the end of the Third Limit, I looked around the classroom this morning, but after all, I didn't see anyone who could get caught up in prediction.

Now that we've double-checked it for two or one year, the only thing left is three years and a special classroom. I'm definitely narrowing it down a little bit, and I know you're in a hurry, but I want to say that you don't need to be so distracted, but there's no use in saying that right now.

Not only me, but also the tongue-spinning stele, which is usually good, now has a low number of mouths. Because both me and Steyl had a domineering voice, Pride-sama turned around immediately.

"Are you okay, both of you?" Could it be that you two are a bit tired... "

"No... it's okay." I was just thinking a little bit. "

"Me too!" Um... Jeanne, are you feeling well now...? "

Pride-sama, who was anxiously drooping his eyebrows, denied it to me and Stale. I was more worried whether I really had enough rest just by taking a nap during the lunch break.

Then Pride hid his mouth slightly funny and smiled. Unlike the impossible feeling before, just a natural smile now makes me dazed.

"It's okay, I had a really good lunch break." I took a disrespectful attitude towards Powell, but thanks to you, my body is very relaxed right now. "

He apologizes in a calm tone, saying that he was sorry he couldn't make it.

After all, this person is best suited for that kind of laugh.... but...

The blood on my head gurgled.

I wasn't pointed out by the word "very rested", but my white hand stabbed my eyes on my own. Fourteen-year-old figure, extra thin and small... soft and warm hands.

Without holding back for a moment, I used my arms to hold my mouth and turned my back. The stilts in his sight also covered his mouth with one hand and turned away from his face. The casual words of Pride are now so bad in the heart that they kill me.

It's full of misleading Pride who worries about you. Rather than the usual surprise, this man nowadays definitely doesn't remember what he did during the lunch break.

As soon as Powell woke me up, I was surprised. I jumped out of Stale's lap and I didn't even notice it. I'm glad you don't remember, but I can't talk right now.

Arthur...

Even though I wasn't called just now, I suddenly came back to my head about that time.

I want to doubt my memory, but I'm telling you that the sober part is definitely wrong. I feel like hitting myself with my eyes wide open.

After all, I think this is also the punishment that my friend was half dying and gazing at Ng's face.

After all, Pride-sama, who was sleeping on Steel's lap, seemed really happy and definitely more comfortable than he was sleeping on the lawn. If it was any other bastard, I'd stop it, but it was Stale. I felt bad about getting in there, and I felt like watching.

Except for the fact that Stale is dying, my face is loose, or I can tie my mouth to cover it, so I don't have to tear it off... no. Maybe I was just having fun watching his claws.

Even in the castle, Sail, who is often quite uptight, I was quite happy to see him.

“Let's take a break in the classroom. Next, I'd like to check out the special classes for the next three years."

While saying that, he quickly rounded up to the level of pride after confirming the end of the year.

I wish you'd done the same for me when I was having a hard time. That's how you pay attention when you think we're having a hard time.

Pride-sama stepped on the stairs to go back to the classroom of the second year, but it was still a little dangerous. Because it's not a heavy dress that you always see, but because it's a casual dress, or because you want to let us rest in the classroom, or because you don't get caught by the handrail and run up quickly. And I said, "Are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary?" I'll look back at us. "

Grab your shoulder.

"Ugh... please stop climbing with the dangerous token..."

It's still not in this state yet, so while I continued, I grabbed Pride-sama by the shoulders while turning her arms from next to her and supported her back.

It looks like Pride is really doing well now, but as soon as he looked back, his feet got a little rough. It was just a moment, but it was still bad for my heart if I fell.

Pride-sama's eyes became slightly rounded after he grabbed and supported me before he fell. I regretted afterwards that I had overreacted, and I immediately bowed to my face. I glanced at Pride-sama's small footsteps and the brand new staircase, and my eyes ran away.

No matter how hard you squeeze your mouth, your chest is more painful and you can't breathe. Seriously, I'm going to die.

"I'm sorry, um... Jack? I'm fine."

"I don't want to..."

Your voice returns to me with a confused, pride-like voice.

When I noticed it, I kept grabbing Pride-sama's shoulder for as long as I could. Just touching it makes me feel bitter, but not letting it go. I'm stupid.

Now I'm about to fall down the stairs and jump back from my pride with every arm. I landed on the second floor again from the position where I climbed a few steps without taking it seriously. Until Pride-sama with round eyes blinked a lot, she still couldn't take her eyes off.

"I'm sorry I'm so dangerous. I'll be careful.

"No, I'm sorry if it didn't feel so bad that I grabbed you more suddenly than I did... I'm so sorry... I'm so surprised..."

Hurry up a few more steps to get up to the staircase where you'll be lining up for Pride instead of me.

Why couldn't I let go immediately? It was full of things, but I wanted to die a lot after I put too much effort into it. As soon as I felt the blood flowing all over my body from my head to my toes, Pride-sama laughed again. Fufufu, putting your hands around your mouth and smiling like a flower, your workmanship will remain the same no matter how old you are.

“I'm fine. Jack's hands settle down just by touching it, so it's perfectly fine. It's a good knight's hand."

Die.

Seriously, seriously, my heart stopped for a moment.

The next time I thought I was going to fall down the stairs from my head, Sail hit me in the back with a fist. I feel like I was told not to fall here, but it almost came out of my ear.

I was encouraged to climb the stairs by Pride-sama, who was worried about me, and the stele that bit my laughing face, but my head turned stupid and turned to a different view. It was when Pride-sama, who had just fallen asleep, grabbed my hand and couldn't move.

The memories were vivid as my sight narrowed to less than half that of the stele that pushed my back and the pride-like feeling that inadvertently pulled my arm.

At that time, the moment my hand was grabbed, my whole body was numb as if struck by lightning. But I'm just desperately asleep, and... this guy from before, he can't let go of anything he touches. When I bit my mouth trying to calm down in front of me with an unnecessarily embarrassing memory.

Arthur

... almost bit my tongue.

I fell asleep, and I saw Pride-sama's mouth, which was closed, move without uttering a voice.

There was a limit to how much you could read just by moving your mouth, but I could tell my name at a glance. Even the Knights could not speak out, so they exchanged only hand signals. I'm pretty sure it wasn't my ego that Pride used to say that.

I can't even open my eyes when I look at the styles, and even though I can't tell by the hands I've grabbed with my drowsy head,

If it hadn't been for him, I could have gotten back to being calm sooner. I don't even know if I was waking up and making fun of you. It hurts to know that I'm not the one who does that.... but...

Just touching it will calm you down.

... I mean, maybe it was a coincidence that you grabbed my hand that time.

When I thought about it, my head burned again.

If this man can be reassured, he can lend me his hand as many times as he wants.

I was convinced in my tied mouth that my head was soaring that I wanted to say something self-righteous.

……

"It's good to be here...?"

Clothed instructor Nell looks around as she rolls a slightly larger trunk for a slender woman.

She packed her bags in a hurry after finishing the selection class she was in charge of, but it was more than usual and she was slow to leave school.

It is not uncommon for her to stay embroidered until after school with remedial students, but she is quick to cut up on days when she does not. If you finish the carefully folded work so that there is no wrinkles in the trunk, all you have to do is lock the door and return the key to the staff room.

When I first took office at the school, I only stuffed it in the trunk and worked in the dressing room as long as my stay allowed, but the amount of stuffing in the trunk was still limited.

The usual embroidery system was enough to fill the trunk, but the clothes that took the most time were also limited to bringing them to the boulders.

Once finished, it can be folded and packed in the trunk, but the unfinished product is too delicate to do so. The dressing room was her castle because she wanted to avoid bringing too much work into the house or staying too long. However, if you want to spend every minute or second of your time on embroidery or work, it is more efficient to work in your own room, which has a complete set of necessary tools than a trunk that can only handle the minimum necessary luggage.

It would have been best if I had left such a large unfinished product in the cloakroom, but it was very distracting to have left important works in a place that was not under my control.

Even if I can hardly find a buyer, for me, they are all works that are as handmade as my children.

That's why she recently left work early, except for remedial work, but this time it was different. As usual, I stood in front of the mirror before packing my luggage in the trunk, tidied my hair, repaired my makeup, and stretched my clothes as much as I could in the cloakroom. I even thought about changing to one of the products in the trunk, but it was inconvenient to bring all of the items I brought in today because it was not suitable for ordinary people to wear.

Everyone wondered if the teacher or student who had seen her with many times her usual taste would go to her lover.

At first glance, there was even a teacher who prayed for her martial arts luck in a way that showed her taste. Rolling her luggage too big to date, she walked past the school gate in easy-to-walk shoes, and walked to a cafe.

"... I wonder if it was a little early...?"

When I was too nervous, I was so nervous that I wondered if my makeup was fading because of the sweat, but I stood in front of the store without resting.

She is accustomed to going to the cafe where women of her age go to to observe references to future works, but today I don't feel like casually peeking into the store with a boulder.

The usual intermediate and common people are not accustomed to tourist cafes. Right now, there was a cafe in the capital that was used by senior officials.

It's not like I've never been here before. However, I was hesitant to easily enter without wearing a dress that rolled up my large luggage.

With no one to wait for, Nell, who had checked the clock, swallowed it in his mouth. I still have 30 minutes to spare.

I took out the letter that had fallen into my clothes. A letter from Jeanne to Amlet and from Amlet to himself.

After finishing reading, she carefully reopened the sealed letter.

Confirm that there is no mistake in each word and sentence, and reload. There was definitely a time when I knew where to go. For a moment, it was a prank, but Jeanne and Amlet were the only ones who entrusted the letter. I don't think either of them would do such a dirty thing to themselves.

I thought I was going to crush time in the square or somewhere, but I was more concerned about keeping my opponent waiting. You can keep your friends and family waiting, but you don't want to make them wait for you to get a bad impression if you're the first person they meet.

I moved my neck to look around and stopped. If you hold a big bag in front of a store like this and it is wobbly, you will get a strange misunderstanding. Instead, she looked around as much as she could with just her eyes, and there she put the letter back in her clothes. Handle with care so as not to wrinkle, and then place your hands on your chest to hold them down

"Excuse me, would you mind if I asked Nell, a pradestrian dress teacher?"

Your shoulders are furiously moving up and down.

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I was under the illusion that someone from the store might have called out to me just before I looked back, but if I called my name right after that, Nell would have understood immediately.

In response to the voice from behind, Nell looked back at her body. With her chest crushed with both hands, she looked back with her eyelids wide open on her own.

There was a beautiful woman there.

The woman with the tightened expression was more attentive than Nell to her personal preferences from top to bottom. The outfit was of the same line that would not embarrass me even if it was alongside Nell, but the woman who wore a wide-spit hat and gloves had the impression that she was in the advanced level. Above all, her stretched spine and strained chest made the impression even stronger.

Nell, who opened her mouth in a daze, did not reply immediately. I suspected that I had been mistakenly spoken to by a senior lady, but it was definitely my name that was called. The woman thanked Nell, who stared back at her with dish-like eyes.

"Suddenly, I apologize." My name is Marie Clerland. I thought you had promised... but if you don't mind, may I ask your name? "

I'm pretty sure...... and Nell reverses it a little faster.

I called myself again with a greeting, and I took the letter out of my spare clothes to hold on to the beat of the same name as the sender of the letter.

Marie replied with a soft smile to the letter she had shown me, which had left her shoulders too tense.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Nell." I'm sorry I called you so suddenly. ”

"That's not true, I'm very rude." I was surprised because he was a very beautiful person. Thank you very much for your letter. ”

Nell is convinced that the tense cannot be dispelled by the tidy words and the sophistication of each one, but that a definite waiter has arrived.

I was conscious not to hold the letter too tight in front of me, but I was conscious of my usual tone as much as possible. Although she is older than herself and has never met her before, she thinks that she shouldn't be more altered than necessary after checking the letter.

No, I'm sorry to keep you waiting... and while greeting each other, Nell remembers a part of the letter from Marie in one place in her head.

I have also enjoyed embroidery since I was a child. We hope to make friends with you. ”

“I was looking forward to talking to you today. Thank you very much, Mr. Nell."

Well, let's go in. Marie promptly urged her into the café.