The Most Heretical Last Boss Queen Who Will Become the Source of Tragedy Will Devote Herself for the Sake of the People

2 months ago.

"Hey."

The voice was swept away from the rattlesnake and cloudy throat.

Deep underground in the hole, he had just woken up. He fell from height, smashed his back and broke many bones. He could not walk properly by himself. The bones scratched the flesh from the inside out just trying to move the muscles a little.

Low ceilings and narrow passages where bumpy soil and rocky skin push up the back of your shoes. That alone clogged the man's breath.

"... pride.... what... did I help you...? What are you doing...?

The voice of the man asking with a distorted voice echoed slightly into the passage.

The moment the bomb burns and bursts, the man's memory is broken. I don't know why I'm walking around covered in mud without dying.

The woman who kept walking with her shoulders down to the man lined up her narrow throat with only the answers she knew to his questions.

"I don't know what happened to Princess Pride. After the explosion, we fell to a hidden passage underground for every tower that collapsed."

Answering Adam's question with a pale and flat voice, she doesn't even want to kill her rising master.

But the words alone were not enough explanation. Adam also knows that there's a hidden passage under the tower where they came through. But they were directly hit by the blast, and instead of going down the ladder, they didn't have time to put their hands on it. Even if the scaffolding collapsed underground and landed in a hidden passage, it would be rubble. Soon after the burial, it will be crushed in an instant, leaving no trace.

But her words, which continued before her husband questioned them, were simple.

"With my special abilities, I passed through the impact and debris."

Soon after, Adam spit on his face.

Don't lie to me. Shower me with your dead throat and stare. She can't do such a thing.

Her special abilities are only Transparency. Adam has been using her to make various clashes, but I haven't heard or seen anything like it.

A secret tool that obeys itself, but Adam still doesn't believe it. I think I lost a few helicopters when I hit my head anyway.

Bloody spitting, she still didn't even change her expression. Just a faint tone of "true" as a fact I know.

"Well, let me see. If Xhogaz can't get through it, we won't have much trouble either. It's the garag of the idiot Cass' Unolodovus. The tools are... show me the evidence now." "If you lose your pride, you'll lie to me or you'll break this defective product."

Don't hide your frustration and throw it away while your throat is running out of water.

The agitation that didn't know why he was saved or what happened to pride, and the ill feeling about the incomprehensible situation, rounded him up.

Tippet's feet stopped snapping at Adam, screaming like a broken record by his ear.

Stop the retreat, which until now had been driven almost only by his thin feet, and let the Lord, who cannot move by himself, sit with his back against the earthen wall. He also lowered his hips and looked up and down at his husband, whose shoulders were so rough that he couldn't feel a thing.

With his bloody eyes and red eyes, he catches the eyes of his bright red husband as if all his eyes were wet with blood. With his thin white left hand on his shoulder, Huhuhu and Adam with a rough breath, a whispering whisper was thrown out of his mouth. With that, Tippet's right hand did not hesitate.

I pierced his center.

"... ha...?

And Adam the Stone turned to this.

The thin tippet's arm is buried in the center of his body without any hesitation. Looking at the center pierced by the eye with no lid on the neck, she found herself under her elbows.

Killing Lareta. I thought it was reflexive, but rather than being pierced, it didn't hurt. There's no blood coming out of your throat, but the tippet's arms are buried in you like hallucinations and disappear.

Evidence.

Only then did Adam get rid of even Pride.

I definitely stared at the arm that had passed through my body so hollow that I could not breathe, and I could not even blink until it was pulled out again.

Adam says nothing with his mouth open while the overly open lid convulses with dry eyes. It took time for her head to understand that she was just showing evidence as she had ordered. Without pain, feeling, or temperature, her head would shake like a crack in the fact that her body would have passed through her without noticing anything if her eyes were closed.

"I don't know the details. I knew it for the first time myself. While I was touching him, Adam was also seeing through."

The moment he lit the bomb, she was still touching Adam.

If the Knight should run, he won't find it while he's transparent. And she knew she'd be taken with a suicide bomber, and she wouldn't stop Adam or just run away.

The moment it exploded and understood that it was the end of the line, special abilities flourished. Unlike Adam, who let go of consciousness with a flash of gunpowder, she was lucky enough not to lose consciousness with the light behind her.

The moment I understood that the impact of the blast, the debris that came down, and the tip of the falling desert was the underground passage, I did not pass any further as she wanted to. With her back and shoulders badly struck, and half her husband laid down, she picked up her life, seeping through the falling debris, searching for an exit in the collapsed debris and sliding through Adam.

One of the two pieces that we did not choose when we moved to Pride and the Tower is now out of the corridor that is not in the rubble. It was a passage to get out of the country.

"Ha... hahaha..."

An open mouth pulls up evil.

There was a dry sound from Adam who couldn't afford to make sure there was no wind hole in his belly even after Tippet pulled his arm out.

Her testimony is true and she understands that she is still "usable". Adam's world will change again with the mere presence of Tippetto, if not only will he be transparent, but even the person who touched her through everything will be the same.

"Did you understand, Adam?"

Adam doesn't answer her indifferently, asking only for an explanation of her husband's reaction.

Instead, his throat convulsed and he could scream for pain, laughing loudly.

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Adam barely complained about it while being forced to use his painful body. I don't know what happened to pride. But now I have a way of knowing it and a way of stealing it.

In the worst case scenario, Adam walks with his throat dry, thinking he could take her body before the funeral.

"Uhh... ahh, iiiiiiiiiiiiiiing..."

While lodging in the ugly hope of living beyond this.

……

"... sister. Are you ready?"

As usual, after Prime Minister Gilbert turned me into a child.

After finishing the disguise, I checked the mirror and was called from the other side of the door. If you reply, fourteen-year-old Stale and Arthur will enter the room side by side with Captain Column.

Captain Column came by the guard earlier today before breakfast, but it's time to meet Arthur today.

Captain Column will be on his way to school alone, but Arthur will be on his way from Lieutenant Eric's house with Stale and me. It's the way it always is. However, it is much earlier than usual. It was very early in the morning that the Farnham brothers had appointed time. If you don't have at least an hour to spare, you might make them nervous at the exam and wait.

It seems that Arthur and the others are not much different from the time of the early morning exercise, but Stale got up extra early even though he was busy every day. That's why my complexion has not improved since this morning.

"I'm sorry, Stale. Are you tired yet? If it's tough, if you sneak in during class, you'll be fine."

"No... I got a good night's sleep.... really."

That said, the voice is more flat than usual.

Even though I was able to get it, it must have been my sleep since I took the trouble to inform you last night, and it should be shallower than usual. When I met her in the morning, she looked heavy inside her body and her spine was round and swollen.

It doesn't sound like she's feeling ill, but she's still sleepy because she said, "Sleepy a little... no, she's just not awake yet." It's unusual for Stale to be a sleeper. Does it mean that it didn't happen even if it was woken up by a maid? He said he wanted to talk to Arthur last night, and maybe he played a little more than he planned.

Even now, Arthur is throwing a slightly labour-intensive gaze at the tight stale. I think that Arthur is very quiet and great. So did Captain Column, but the knights were amazing. Even though I went to bed early last night, I was still sleepy. I'm thinking about whether we should all take a nap during lunch break.

It's a little early, but I think I'm okay.

Check the clock and throw it.

I acted early, so I was ready nearly thirty minutes early. My maids were used to dressing up like this. Well, they're lighter than usual dresses and makeup, and above all, they're professional.

Captain Column says, "I think it's okay," rather than Stale returning it. I'm sure Lieutenant Eric is already waiting because he's an early mover. And then you nodded from me.

"Dear Pride,... please refrain from embroidering your favorite foods anymore"

Gikku.

My shoulders rose and fell against the words of Marie, the maid who dropped me off. Looking back, not only Marie, but also Lotte, the same maid of honor, pointed a vague smile at me.

Needless to say, playing with the needle and thread in this costume is not a problem in itself. I dare to wash and wear them so that they look like ordinary people, but basically there are many alternative clothes.

Even a dress comes once and it's over for a royal in a normal capacity, and that's not the problem. This is a distant warning from Marie.