Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

I thought myself dragged out before the throne of the Holy King, as if I were a prisoner.

I guess that's actually how it's handled.

My fiancée - already, I should say my ex-fiancée - has let two of his men restrain Roxanne, and then I don't even look forward to it.

No excuses or anything was allowed.

I put my hand on God's daughter. The guilty plea is just that.

- That child is a slave, the youngest of the rear palace.

- She is the property of the Holy King in the first place, do not leave it to such a person.

- It's lifted to be the daughter of God, but she's not the woman you deserve.

- Are you going to crush the Fuska family's face?

- Do you always meet my fiancée?

- Forget it, you and I live in a different world.

I think it was all true. But the more I said, the more I could see it with my white eyes.

I realize even more now that I will. A jealously crazy woman was just armed with an argument. I can't argue with anything if they say so.

There must have been a different way.

(But, but. I have nothing...)

- If Sarah's so jealous, I'll make you the youngest in the back.

The words that Ares told with the mockery put the last crackle in Roxanne's love heart, which was so dry in tease.

"Dear Baal. I brought Roxanne."

That means offering Roxanne to the wife of the Holy King.

From my own fiancée, I can't believe I'm being lowered by another man - it's like a thing.

Sacramento and a broken heart like sand descend into despair.

"- Leave Roxanne, all of you, back off."

"What?"

"I guess I'll give you more of this. Then there is no such thing as you say. [M] Back off."

After Ares looked surprised, he spilled one sigh and signaled toward us.

Roxanne, who was tied to the back of his hand and restrained, is thrust and sinks to the floor. On the marble floor lay a carpet of velvet, not as painful as I was prepared to be.

I look at the toe of my shoe coming this way, listening far to the footsteps that leave roughly.

(- Holy King. Dear Baal-Shah Ashmael......)

The holy king of the kingdom of Ashmeil.

Noble women in this country essentially refrain from making contact with non-family men. So even though I knew its name, I didn't even know its face. Reputation is also heard only to the extent of rumors.

Even if she is the Queen in the first place, she is the one who should have raised her head and not looked at her face until she had forgiveness.

Naturally, I'm not allowed to see it dressed like this, but I couldn't help myself anymore.

All I can do is glance up at these beautiful, tinted eyes.

The Holy King was not angry about it.

I'm just looking down at Roxanne rolling like a potato worm.

"... I put my hand on God's daughter. Though I have no choice... you treat me like a sinner."

I remember the words blurred.

(However, when your father says that Master Baal thinks of God's daughter...)

It's God's daughter again.

Then you'll be neglected about yourself.

I don't have the power to laugh at you anymore. I just think about my father, who was worried that the country might fall into two. Even if it were self-harm, would it not cause any trouble?

When I thought so, I heard my fingers squeal properly.

The rope tied in his rear hand unwinds, and his body floats up fluttering. While I was surprised, I was dressed like I dropped my hips on the floor.

- Magic. No, because it's a holy power, is it rude to be a demon?

I look up again at the king standing in front of me, thinking of the surprise and slight deviation.

Beautiful, colored eyes.

"Will you be the Queen?

"Huh."

A voice that was already sobbing and dying to answer answered unexpectedly.

The Holy King asked faintly, again.

"Will you be the rest of the queen?

Thoughts turn around that I didn't think would work anymore.

Ares offered herself to the rear house. I just thought I was going to be the youngest, but my father and the nobles around him wouldn't shut up if I disparaged myself so much, the Fuska family's courtier.

Above all, it is not good to think that the Holy King has put up the ranks and rules of the rear house for one daughter of God. If you are a king who has been plunged by God's daughter, you will be insulted.

Yes, Ares got her hands on Sarah, the youngest daughter in the back palace, but that would have been a natural case for both of us being sentenced to extreme punishment. But in today's public opinion, where Sarah is the daughter of God, Ares is a highly popular general of the nation, and can threaten the resurrection of the demon dragon, it was a bad idea to sentence the two of them to a maximum sentence.

So this king missed both Sarah and Ares.

And now I'm trying to be the righteous queen that Ares just offered me instead.

(By making me the Queen, you're trying to adjust the power in the court.)

If one daughter becomes the righteous queen of the Holy King, the face of the Fuska family will be preserved.

Also, the humiliating scandal that Ares took the Queen, pushed her fiancée - unless the fiancée is the righteous queen. Speculation will spread, but instead of the departure of God's daughter as a physical condition, the rear palace will have welcomed a noble woman, the Fuska family's maid, as the righteous queen.

All of a sudden, my eyes seemed to shut.

This one thinks of Sarah.

Yet let go of the thinker and make herself the righteous queen of the foolish harassment of the thinker. I'm thinking about my country after my own heartbreak.

"Any reply?

"- Ah..."

"Nevertheless, either way, what awaits you is a humiliating future. Everyone will think you're the woman who put you under the authority of the Fuska family to stigmatize the Queen. And whether you are the Queen or the Queen, the rest will never come to you."

Just the shape, Majesty.

Roxanne is flabbergasted by the choices put forward in front of her.

I can't believe you offered me a choice.

"What do we do, Roxanne Huska? Ares is breathing to execute you. But even though the daughter of God who betrayed the Holy King is acquitted, it doesn't make sense that one of you will be executed. I don't like the rest of it."

With the occasional bitterness in his words, he nevertheless said so in the face of the king.

(Even this one thinks of Sarah)

He's a fool.

With Roxanne as the righteous queen, the scandal will continue to spread. Wife the woman your lover has abandoned, and give her the person she thinks of. There's no way there's no pain, but you still choose it's best.

And yet, if I were you - I'd feel like I'd seen the end of my life for a man like that.

(Me, ha)

- Something that stays the fiancée of such a man and ends?

Bite your back teeth and swallow your wounded love heart. Shake off the despair that descends like sand.

Be the righteous queen of this king.

You don't have to be in love or love there. I'm just desperate here, that's all, no.

'Cause, you see, this one in front of me, he's standing alone.

"- I accept. Take me to your righteous queen."

Stand up, stretch your mind to your fingertips, and thank you as the best lady.

Close your eyes and the Holy King laughs in a self-derisive manner. They must think she's a foolish woman blinded to the seat of the righteous queen.

Still, that's fine. I don't deny it.

Because I think your righteous queen is very attractive.

■

I remember Ares' face when I heard that Roxanne had become the righteous queen.

He had such a face, like he was surprised, like he'd been hurt the first time.

After that, every time Roxanne behaved as the righteous queen.

This man fangs at the Holy King.

So sure as to why, Roxanne was flirting back at the face.

(I won't let that happen)

That's the one who deserves a king, not you.

I just thought about that and didn't realize what Baal looked like in those days.

"... you made it sound like a dragon because Baal treated you cold, didn't he?

A gentle tone of voice echoes in a dim cell.

For once, he was allowed to sit in a chair in order to keep the interrogation in shape. Ares sits on a small square wooden desk.

"I kept leaving you in the name of the Queen."

That's because if you put more emotion into it than you have to, you can buy the antipathy around you.

He knew that if he met Roxanne, even the misplaced Queen would be driven.

I only got ahead and applied the minimum necessary to Roxanne, guessing that I didn't know what Ares, who once breathed telling me to execute him, would say.

That's a political decision, and you're absolutely right.

(I can't believe you don't know that)

"It's not all your fault"

……

"Be honest with me, Roxanne. He must have been sent to the Demon King because of his sarcasm."

That's probably the hand of his own mercy.

Unexpectedly, I thought it might be my fault that this man had civil unrest.

A very arrogant thought brings a grin to my mind - this man didn't even think that Roxanne's heart could be fine dust, I can't believe it.

But I see that grin, and Ares also returns a relieved grin as if it were back in time, so maybe I'm not wrong.

"No."

"... what?

"I don't know any dragons. I don't even know the Demon King. And I won't even sell Master Baal."

When I popped my shoulder, I saw the face of my husband from the front for the first time, who was stunned.

A hand trying to reach Roxanne, a falling hand, wanted to grab something.

I wish I hadn't put it on a man like this, and I could have been myself to grab that hand for you - I should have made more time to love you.

Though I'm sure that wasn't the right thing to do.

Naturally, my lips are bare. I was in Ares' eyes with a surprisingly gentle grin on my part.

"I am the wife of that one."

A shock runs on my cheek. Ares, with her cheeks stretched, also looked surprised. They slapped him impulsively.

Without concealing his haste or frustration, he looked as if he had been betrayed, and Ares went out of his cell roughly.

■

"I can move now"

"I won't."

This is the first time I've said that to Baal as soon as my eyes closed.

So Baal crawled out of the futon on purpose and became a big letter on the bunk. When I'm retracing the blanket I put on top of it, my dissatisfaction flies again.

"The fever is gone."

"We are not retreating"

Put a blanket on it and put your hands on Baal's forehead. Again, I still have a little fever.

Yesterday, when I thought I was wet and trembling back, I fell down with a high fever as it was. Compared to that, you must have retreated, but you must be a sick man. Impossible is strictly forbidden.

Trying to tell him that, Baal opened his mouth first.

"Your hands are cold."

It's childlike reasoning.

But I'm sure he's aware of it. As I stare, I dive into the futon on my bedside at first sight.

Relax, I lost my strength from my shoulder.

"Rest in peace.... I had a terrible fever last night."

"... did you see him?"

"We don't have enough people right now."

"- Right. Right."

Realizing that the tone and face had become king's, I panicked. I don't see it on my face.

"You don't have to be moved. Because all the people you've gathered are brilliant."

……

"Be quiet. … trouble."

Baal, who had only his face out of the futon, lay low. If you think, your fingertips come out of the side of the bedroom.

"If you're not quiet enough, will you be in trouble?"

"Yes."

"... you worried about the rest?

"Yes, please get better soon"

"... Until then, who will see the doctor? You."

"Yes, because I am your righteous queen."

"Right."

Baal snapped again, right, as he pinched or let go of the red lace on Roxanne's costume sitting in a small chair by the bedside.

Roxanne took Baal's hand playing with his costume at his fingertips and tried to get him back inside the futon. But before that, they grab my hand back.

- Are you the rest of the queen?

"Yes, sir."

I nodded back because the voice was true, even though I took what for granted.

With a little lip pointy, Baal sinks half his face into the futon.

"Not emotional enough"

"... what does that mean? Could you keep your hands off me more than that?"

"I don't like it."

"Why"

"... I wonder why"

"Maybe you still have a fever and you're confused"

"- Okay, here we go."

"What will it be?"

"You keep eating the wrong food, and you don't make any progress."

With his hands held together, Baal rose.

He frowned and tried to stop it, but his hand was placed on his forehead, and his eyes closed in colour.

"Roxanne. - Until now, sorry."

"Don't."

I figured out what Baal was trying to do, and I got a strong tone.

"Don't apologize. You are the king."

Baal opens his eyes and stares straight at Roxanne.

Beautiful eyes.

No one will molest you, no demon king will kill you, the king's eyes.

(Oh, good)

- I defended myself against this.

With pride in his chest, Roxanne repeats.

"I have only done my rightful part as your righteous queen. So let me be proud of what I have done."

…… Right. Right, right. - Well done. "

He pulled my hand and held me tight.

I have no aversion. There was not just relief, there was a groan.

"Well, he helped me out the rest. - Thank you. You're the rest of the queen."

Yes, and Roxanne smiles.

Finally, I felt like I was no longer the fiancée of that man. Even if I die now, I guess I will end my life as the righteous queen of this one.

I'm proud of that.

"... so... right, Roxanne"

"Yes."

"I mean, it doesn't matter if it's the rest of the queen."

"Yes."

"Does that mean you love the rest?"

"No."

However, a few more seconds until Baal exclaims such an idiot in Roxanne's honest reply.