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

I signed a contract with Stayle, and it's been three days since I became a family.

The style that always stays beside me really gets me loving. The commoner's outing means he should still be too tired to remember a lot of manners, reading and writing, etc., but his free time immediately comes near me, and when he speaks, he smiles and rushes to the side, reading books with me, and also accompanying me for walks in the castle and garden.

I want to tell you because I also have some study and manners, and I was quite confident, but I'm sorry to let you do the study review again, even though you have just allocated precious time for the style to me. As far as possible, I was only careful not to talk about his mother or my mother so that she wouldn't remember her when she was with Stayle.

It's good that I made a promise to him that night, but I wish I could make him and his mother more... but I still can't think of any good ideas.

"That's right, Style. Let's have a chase! Competition to the garden!

Running out as it was to shake off the feelings it had come from, the style said, "Oh, wait, Pride! Shit..." he was raising his voice.

This still has faster legs, but always faster stays when you get serious. Well, I'm used to hanging out with friends more than I am.

But running about ten meters doesn't keep up with the style. Wondering, looking back.

"Style"

Style had fallen with his head on the ground. Hurry up and wake the body up.

Good, I didn't rub my knees off or anything. But when I looked at his face, he was hot, bright red, and his breath was rough. I can tell it's abnormal no matter what.

"Somebody! Style's in trouble!

When I call out to the guards around me and look back, they all notice something unusual and rush over.

Style, no matter how many times you call me Style, I can't hear you just talking about something like a saying.

Jack the guard runs back to the castle with the style. I was escorted by Lotte, too, to follow after that.

……

I had a cold.

Probably pretended to be okay because I couldn't do it in the morning. I was horrified when I heard it was just a cold caused by fatigue, but I'm pissed off at myself for not noticing a change in my brother-in-law until I chased him and Style fell.

My mother was on official business, and my uncle Vest, the Regent, who listened because my father was not in the castle in diplomacy, came to see how things were once.

My uncle Vest, two below my mother, was very worried about the style of my first encounter. Sometimes the style may be in the same position as itself.

He's a very nice guy with soft eyes, but he decides to be pissy as if he won't even tolerate wearing disfigured mushrooms.

My uncle, who came out of the Stale room holding onto his tightly seventy-three divided blue hair with his hand, crouched in front of me waiting outside the room and deliberately gazed at me.

"I guess I'm tired of living in a castle I'm unfamiliar with away from my paternity. I remember it, too. It's okay, a few days off would make it better.

That's what he said and stroked my head.

My uncle is really nice in his late twenties with some gentlemen standing around. Even though this guy is good enough to be a target of attack.

... No, isn't the game starting in another 10 years?

"I don't mean absolutely, but you shouldn't go into too many rooms. It's tough in case you catch a cold.

With the same tone of strong eyes. Yes, I added it to me, and I went straight back to my mother.

If you notice, the sun is already setting, and it's starting to get dark out the window. I called a doctor after the style fell, my uncle came, and I was in a great panic and forgot time had passed.

Serve a word with the guard, tell Lotte to pick me up when it's dinner. I'll go in slowly.

Is the medication the doctor has formulated working or is he sleeping quietly now? My bad complexion was healing a little when I first noticed it, and I stroke my chest down in a ho.

Lower your hips by the bed and stare seriously at the face of the style as you peek in from above.

I figured it was the style to be attacked. The same beautiful face as the game. My forehead is a little damp with sweat, so I gently wipe it so I don't wake up with my handkerchief.

Is it done a little bit, wrinkles between the eyebrows look painful. Sure enough, in the game. Stills when Tiara nursed me while Style was losing his mind like this...,... Ah.

Ha, ha. Suddenly I remembered the game footage of Stayle.

It's an old dream scene with a decade-long style. One pride was about to come to the room of the style, where he would catch a cold in retrospect and fall asleep.

"Phew, you're trying to catch a cold on your own on my slave cunt."

That's what you say, you peek into the style exactly like I do now.

"The common son of an embarrassed common woman. Hey, if I tell you to run around the garden right now until I die, will you move?

Wipe Style's forehead with a handkerchief laughing haha.

"Hey? It still works, doesn't it? Your whole life is mine. Quickly heal and play again...? My only cute little slave."

The step-by-step, rough breath. Style is whining about something. I can't remember what I said. I just heard that. Pride was laughing a lot.

"Ahahahaha! Poor man, he's not like a baby. Embarrassing, narrow looking, ugly, my toy, slave, no one needs you, baby. Your mother, uncle, … if you were alive, your father wouldn't even need your mother! This is the only way to annoy a lot of people. Not you.

Yes, keep whispering to the style that's being done.

"But I want you because I'm pathetic. Because you're a slave to me, aren't you? From now on, forever..."

So Stayle wakes up from a nightmare, and Tiara, who was nursing, starts to reveal a little inside Stayle's chest.

... Oh, I was doing another reproduction of the same scene.

The style groaned just like the game when I was thinking about that, worried like my father would not fix the frown wrinkles between my eyebrows. I'm whining about something blurry.

Gently, I'll turn my ear to Stile's mouth.

"... my mother..."

Though, I couldn't hide my shock in the style of tears in my eyes as I called my mother.

Pride, I can't believe I'm in this state of style...!

I don't believe it. But I was more aware than anyone that that other side of me was still sleeping like that.

It is only natural for a seven-year-old child to seek a mother. And it's only been a few days. Even when I was in elementary school in my previous life, there was always a kid who would cry homesick from his first day in camp and woodland school. Not to mention that Style won't see you for the rest of his life. There's no way I can make a contract, my mind decides, forget the past, and start feeling new today...

I've been putting up with this for a long time, until I had a fever. I also worked hard to live and study the castle, and even though I was only seven years old, I was decided to live my life at the convenience of others... Xu

Yet after that night, I've never seen the style make a weak noise or a dark face or cry. The more I think about it, the more I get stuck in my chest.

No, not again. I can't just cry when the style endures...

Even so, the eight-year-old's body was still terribly honest with emotions, unable to move with a peek into Stile's face, and ended up dropping a large tear in Stile's face.

If I didn't move, if I didn't, the more I thought I wouldn't stop crying, the more I couldn't stop crying, and at the end of the day I snuck up.

If you think the sleeping style shriveled your eyes hard, your eyelids slowly open.

Shit, when I think about it, I'm already completely open to the eyes of Stayle and she looks at my crying face and fills my eyes.

"Pride...?

Why are you crying, just staring at my face like words don't come out that far.

"Oops... sorry... sorry... sorry... sorry... sorry..."

I showed you such a scrupulous crying face, I couldn't make you chase me, I couldn't notice how you were feeling, I couldn't keep you and your mother apart, and I couldn't save you both...

I'm sorry I couldn't bury your heart.

The more I think about it, the more I squeak up my throat without knowing which one to apologize from. All I can do is say words of apology.

I can't figure it out. The style seems to have woken me up completely. My face is messed up by my sweat and my tears.

"What... so...?

My chest hurts at words of doubt like I finally squeezed them out.

I can't believe why. I can see where it all spits out. Saying that would surely just make Stayle sick.

I don't want you to forgive me. But I can't stop crying extra when I think I would have done more terrible things to him if I couldn't remember my previous life.

"... I can't even lift one of you... and I can't even... notice... I'm sorry..."

That's all I managed to put into words. Again, I couldn't stop snoozing.

Embrace his body in such a way that it is covered in a sleeping style. As you can see over the futon, his body was on fire with heat.

I bury my face on his shoulder and cry.

Then Style, who was surprised, gently turned his hand around my back. This isn't what I found out which one is older.

Even though it's the style that should comfort you right now. I'm ashamed that such a pitiful daughter is my sister-in-law, the first heir to the throne.

I'm not gonna say anything. Style seemed to think of something to say. Such a pitiful sister-in-law would also be anxious.

Ten years from now, I will ruin this country. Become the worst evil queen. I don't know if it's Style, Tiara or the other attackers who will stop me then. So, because I'm such a pitiful loser.

"If... we... to the damned queen... if... you... kill me..."

At the very least, you and your mother, your father, your mother and Tiara, before the people become… unhappy.

The squeaky voice could have been verbal, I fell asleep tired of crying, and by the time Lotte picked me up, Style was already asleep.

Though a child, Princess, I can't believe the First Princess sleeps with an unconnected heterosexual. and Lotte and Jack, the guard who picked me up with him, surprised me. I was also later embarrassed that Jack was carrying me up with my sleeping eyes, and when I begged the two of them not to tell my father or mother, they laughed small and replied, "Of course it is".

... I didn't even realize the presence of such close gentle people until I remembered my previous life. I really thought there was nothing I could do.