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"... well,... because I had a sister.

Arthur laughed with his nose as he breathed small with his thoughts about yesterday.

"So you're not angry anymore?

That's what I'm saying. Just get him out of bed with his head, and look at this one. I was slightly surprised to get lightly caught in the core without getting my hair in, but maybe he was worried about me being a jerk.

".................. well.

I said that and closed my eyes and made him laugh

- He threw a pillow in his face as soon as he could.

Boobs, and a dumb voice leaked, holding the pillow in his face with both hands.

"That's why you can't laugh at me. You're kidding."

... it was. The smile I fixed didn't work for him.

Hearing Arthur yell, I don't think he's ever been yelled at with this lately. Arthur yelled at me when I tried to fix my smile, even reflexively, in public and outside of public for two years.

And keep saying this every time.

"If you have something to say, say it."

Sometimes things like this in Koitz are more troublesome than Jill Bale.

I put my glasses off because of the pillow into my clothes once and stare at Arthur. Naturally, Arthur doesn't look down on me at all.

"You're pissed off. That son of a bitch who's stomped on Lord Pride and Themé's efforts."

Mukamka and frustration return inside, who should have settled in remembering that he had just been held in pride and stroked.

"Oh, it's annoying... it's annoying"

Throw the pillow back into Arthur's face. But they are taken lightly by the instantaneous power of being forged out. You bastard.

"Oh, my God, that man, he's always hated Netineti, Netineti and his sister, and he looks so cool, even if I say it back, he's a good prime minister every time, and he's stronger than me."

Words are inadvertently disturbed and I regret not hitting Arthur, throwing him as soon as I allowances or change of Arthur's clothes that were nearby. You'll never look like this to Pride or Tiara.

Arthur said, "Hey! That's mine" or something, but he ended up throwing the clothes and pillows back at me again.

"Oh, are you strong, that slit bastard?"

"Strong." That chopper bastard. "

Bum, bass, don't make a big noise. If the corner room and next door weren't empty, someone would surely have yelled at me by now.

"I have all the brains and skills I need as Prime Minister! Me and... no."

At the end of the day, he releases a pillow to beat Arthur to his feet. When I stopped throwing and breathed on my shoulder, Arthur also stopped throwing.

"... eh... eh..................... I might not have, I might...

As I leaned down, the words leaked.

Arthur? So I rang my teeth back, leaving it to the momentum to raise my face.

"Heh... I may not have been able to protect you..."

There existed a special ability to heal the disease.

At that time, if the backpackers knew Arthur's special abilities and had exchanged that information for you, sister.

When I think about it, I'm scared and scared.

"Oh,... he was... strong...... wrapping up the backpackers... knocking them down... not even using the sword..."

I can never beat all those people on my own right now.

Because the last time I helped Jill Bale, he was with Pride, and I was surprised.

Otherwise I couldn't have won.

Yet Jilbel took control of the people by himself.

"At that time... if Jill Bale had pointed his fangs directly at you..."

I'm sure I was deprived of my pride.

Even though I enjoyed it before my pride, as soon as I put it into words, I was overflowing with tears regardless of my will.

Arthur doesn't say anything and he's staring at me like he wants to know how it goes.

I regret being seen crying, wiping it with my clothes sleeves, but tears overflow whether I wipe it or not.

"In the end, I was... no match for that man... and I've done so much before... and I've... today... I can't protect you enough."

Buff, and.

Another pillow hit me straight in the face.

Arthur kicked my pillow up almost motionlessly.

He takes a slightly damp pillow off his head because of tears and stares at Arthur again with his tear-drawn eyes.

"Wow, I can't protect you. I just can't."

Arthur had already looked straight at me before I could stare.

"I've been protecting Themé for a long time now, before I did."

Speaking in a manner resembling a curse, he said the exact opposite and accidentally looked out for him.

"When I was a kid, when I heard rumors about how good Lord Pride was, there were similar rumors all over the city. But now, whether you go home with your mother or go down to the city, there are few bad rumors about Master Pride.... Temehe kept it down, didn't he?

I lost my word on too many things.

"Say it. Who is it? The only place where the royal family and those in the upper echelons can be found was where that slit bastard held it back whenever he approached Master Pride. Who is it? I've always been beside Lord Pride more than anyone else so he wouldn't get too close. Who is it? Who kept spreading the rumors and reputation of the true Lord Pride? Who is it? Who kept supporting Lord Pride the whole time so that no one could get laid?

He gets out of bed loosely, twitches and walks toward me. When I realized it, there was much more anger in its eyes than mine.

"It's all Temehe. Wow!

I was looked down, yelled at, and tears were about to seep into my eyes again.

"You might not have been able to protect Master Pride if you fought. You can't protect him all by yourself."

I'm stunned by Arthur's words. I never thought we'd be denied the sword like that by him, who'd brushed his arms together before.

But with the next word, this time it's completely impossible for me to hide my upset.

"That's why I'm here."

That's how he shouted, and Arthur slapped his fist against his chest. Don, the low sound sounded like my heartbeat.

"I told you, didn't I? Best for Temehe when he decides to join the main team of knights.

"How are you? Are you satisfied with this, Stayle?"

That's the first word Arthur released to me when he went to see me when he won the main team entrance exam.

I understood Arthur's words at that time even without checking their meaning.

"Temehe told you two years ago. Be a knight soon. You heard that then, didn't you? Why are you telling me this?

I can't believe I forgot. I won't let you say anything. Arthur kept saying "why" like he was stuffing me. If I can't answer that, it's intimidating that they're going to kill me like this.

Of course, I remember.

I wanted Arthur to be a knight soon.

So I was sincerely happy and satisfied when Arthur became a recruit and when he joined the main team.

Because...

"I am the" shield "to protect you from power and shapeless objects. And Arthur, I want you to be the sword that protects and slashes you from anyone who exercises his power.

That's right.

I did say that.

That's why I wanted Arthur to be a knight soon and defend his pride.

Looking at me with his eyes open, Arthur took a step back with his tongue pounding.

"Please don't call me that. Temé's role as Lord Pride's" shield "was well done.

I was doing my part.

I had a self who was badly saved by the words for some reason.

When I was so stunned by the shock, Arthur offered his hand in front of me.

"Promise.

In a word, he continues to me with a little wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"From now on, no matter what happens when Master Pride moves, make sure you call me. Absolutely.

This is beside Lord Pride, I can only ask Temehe. He turns a strong eye on me as I say so.

And as soon as I grabbed Arthur's hand, I said this with clarity.

"I will protect you, Lord Pride, you and Tiara all together.

I said that and was held back many times. My hands were powerful.

Regrettably, I have myself relieved when Arthur tells me.

And I appreciated it.

that Arthur kept the words of two years ago in his proper mind.

It was really nice meeting Arthur then. From the bottom of my heart, I think so.

Loosen his hands and opened my mouth to say thank you, now suddenly he grabbed his head from left to right with both hands.

"Big... body! Temé is too luxurious. If a twelve-year-old kid can beat more than one backstage bastard with enough swords and arms, I won't be in my shoes."

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"I'm telling you, Teme and Pride are strong enough to beat someone the same age. I don't know how to beat him. It's like Teme is weak. It's like Teme is weak. I can't help it. Teme is tricking me every time. I apologize a hundred times to the recruits who have won the exam."

Guru, and now he can put his fist on his temples.

It was too painful, stop it, you idiot. When you yelled and gave your hand away thoughtfully, the thoughtful tongue pounding returned. You were satisfied as it was. I began to clean up every piece of clothing and pillow scattered throughout the room.

I do a little reflection that you were pretty scattered just knowing that it was originally a pretty tidy room. Keep it up. I'll pick up Arthur's clothes on hand, too, and start folding.

"... let the castle samurai do the laundry again?

"I don't know how to use my efforts for royalty.

Because it's not very dirty, I think I'll make it sound like Arthur while answering no.

"... you're an adult.

Look at Arthur, I seriously think so.

Arthur, three years older than me, is far taller in length than me, and is physically fit. Especially since I became a knight. Besides, this is how you realize the best I can about you, and you help me. I regret it and shut my mouth to Arthur himself, wondering if I could do so in three more years.

"Compared to me three years ago, Temehe is far more adult.

An unexpected response came back and I thought, "Are you humble?" Returning it returned another long sigh from Arthur.

"... Temee, you know I was crying if I wasn't pitiful when I was one older than you right now.

Don't embarrass me, I'm stretching my clothes wrinkles to hide my slightly reddish complexion.

"If you don't cry, are you an adult?

Arthur like that is a little funny and I dare to return it with a troublesome question. No, I don't, but I saw Arthur scratching his head as he said... and I remembered when he was... age engineered by Jill Bale. Sure, I would have said that Jilbell pulled it up for about five years. With a much firmer body than Arthur today, he was able to keep his current pride in his chest softly, and his back was barely the same as that of an adult Gilbert.

If that's about it, can you say adult?

"... decided.

One shrugged Arthur, still thinking about responding to me. I lift my eyebrows to see what Arthur is up to.

"I will never cry again.

Not to be comforted by pride or Arthur, but to be someone who can reach out.

"Don't cry, what... all the time?

Arthur looked a little surprised.

"I can't believe it, I won't cry until I look changed by Jill Bale today.

As it were, Arthur returns an unexpected word when he stands up from the chair saying that it should have been about five years indeed.

"... then I'll go out with you, too.

"... what?

There's a dumb voice leaking in the exact response.

"Five years, right? Let Temeh do it alone. Besides, it's just fine.

Arthur began to lose his folded clothes, saying that I had just joined the main team.

"Wait, Arthur, this is my decision. You're irrelevant.... mostly a joke of what.

Take your glasses out of your clothes and look at Arthur as you wear them. The look on Arthur's face as he put his arms around me was the look of a time when he wouldn't give in.

"I've been seeing pride and Temehe for two years now.... I don't want to show you that anymore, either.

Keep it up, Temehe won't do it. I'll do it. I held my head to Arthur, who insisted. It may still be my fault that Arthur thought he was an adult. Perhaps half of it is really me, and the other half is... for me.

"You're not strong. Me and you.

That's clearly said, and I still realize you're no match for me.

Arthur is much stronger than me. The sword,... the heart.

"... right.

With that said, I took the thrown pillow again,

- Moved over Arthur's head instantly.

It was at the same time that the accidental Arthur looked up over his head and the pillow fell straight to his face.

A dumb voice rose from Arthur saying, Buha.

"But today I win.... See you tomorrow.

Wait, Conoyalou and Arthur screamed out, and I went back to my room on the move.

I sat down on the bed in my room and laughed naturally when I remembered Arthur's unscrupulous face at the end.

Everything had disappeared as if it were a lie, snapping into the bottom of his chest until he visited Arthur's room.

It's okay, what I do will remain the same.

cunning, calculating, much trust and good exterior than anyone else.

And the pride to protect, my dear sister, and my mouthless friend.

If you don't even let go of it and keep carrying it, whatever it is, you'll be fine.

Five years from now, I'm sure he'll be standing next to Pride with his chest up.

I believe that.

... The next morning, Style doesn't know that Arthur apologized to every knight in the room around him for last night's commotion.