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

"Arthur! You... give me your hair"

"... Fuck you, Dad.

Dawn when the sun isn't up yet, my father is back.

Though I tried to say it was too late, there was actually still plenty of time until the promised time.

First thing I saw, my father looked me in the face and turned his eyes round.

Because I was bracing my hair for an audition.

I was originally trying to hide my father's similarity, but I don't need to do that anymore.

My dad laughed when I said it was because it was easier to move this way. Something about Clark annoys me.

"You... did you sleep properly?

"Oh. But I woke up weird... and I was warming myself up while I waited.

I slept. but I woke up early because of the tension. I took care of the sword again that I should have done before I went to bed, and I still had extra, so I worked out and waited.

Quick, because I wanted to do an audition with my father.

"Than that... Temehe is the one who gets properly arched, isn't he?

From my father, who descended from the horse and stopped the rope from escaping, I smelled liquor as much as I wanted.

"You were drinking with Clark, right?

"Just one cup," he insisted when he looked at his father. I don't care what you think. I don't think I can smell so much if I get that cup punched out of my head.

"If your body is warm, it's just fine.... Let's do it.

That's how my first archery with my father began in years.

Swing bare from the way you grip the sword.

It started with the foundation of the foundation, and at the end of the day I had an arrangement with my father.

Between the auditions, we were also allowed to talk about Master Pride.

Tell my father to tell me all about what's going on in the castle and all the rumors... good and bad.

He told me about Dear Tiara's birthday. And Lord Pride and bad rumors when I was still a kid.

The bad rumors were mostly the kind of stories I heard in the city. There were other rumors about whether your contract with Master Stayle might be a slave or not... from what I know of Master Pride, it was just ridiculous.

But at the same time, whoever spreads the rumor vowed in his heart that one day he would drop it.

I talked to my father for a long time.

My father's archery was unchanged in severity, with no clemency or mercy. But that made me so happy.

The last match, naturally, was my worn out loss. But my dad beat me for a reason, and he said this to his surprise.

"Arthur... you really haven't practiced your sword before?

You don't like it, it is.

Truth or nothing. I even forgot how to grip at first.

I haven't used it in years, so even when I was a kid, it took me a long time to brush the sword my father gave me so I could use it. Yes, when I told my father, he was whining about bumps and "I can't believe it..." and "I'm still more talented than me..." I didn't know what that meant, but the story was interrupted when I broke in to see what my awake mother was doing.

Archaeology to become a knight, when it came to being rounded eyes.

Then his father, stuffed by his mother with what the hell was going on, left to flee, saying it was time to go.

... Keep your important sword down.

Stupid father.

I dared not to eat breakfast and plowed the field as usual before I decided to go deliver it.

My mother asked me during breakfast, too, what a change of heart the hell it was, but if I tried to explain it, I'd have to talk to her about one of the cliffs. So I headed to the Knights' practice area so that I wouldn't dare flush it away.

……

"Don't laugh."

As soon as I walked into the exercise area, I heard my father yelling.

Take a peek at what it is, and there's just Master Pride. Master Steele, I'm with you to Master Tiara.

What to do… get it out again.

Honestly, I don't know what to look like to Master Pride yesterday today.

"Oh, and speaking of which..."

My father tells me something.

"Well, this is something my knights can say..."

Do you dare circle around the castle? If you run in, you'll be just fine working out. Go back to the gate.

"My son was talking about Lord Pride this morning..."

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"Fuck you, Dad. What are you talking about?"

I jump out in front of my fathers unexpectedly. My father and the other knights are looking at me like surprises to the prides.

That fucking father, taking the liberty of talking about people... and telling Master Pride something.

"You... why are you in the arena?

"You came all the way here to deliver it because Teme forgot about it after the audition. Wow, apologize a hundred times, you fucking father!

Throw a sword at my father in anger.

"Oh... did you still leave it at home... sorry.

"I'm too drunk, fucking dad!

I'm angry at the way my father says it like he doesn't care. Next time I see you, I'll never shut you up.

So I realize that it's way before Master Pride.

Looking back, I had eyes with Master Pride.

"Dear Pride... Yesterday..."

Shit, we need to talk about something.

I don't know what to say just because of all the things I did yesterday, even though I know it by my head.

Fucking dad, Temehe has to say something extra. I mean, I'm not blushing right now, am I? No, I haven't knighted yet, but I've met him, and I don't know what else to say.

"Hello Arthur. You look fine and most importantly.

Master Pride told me first.

My face gets hot again after seeing what I couldn't speak well and Master Pride's smile.

"... Yes.

When the Knights got a little more into their eyes, they all looked at me like they were smiling things. Goddamn it to Clark, motherfucker.

"So... I'll be excused for this.

I don't feel like the conversation is going on any longer, and most importantly, I look away because I feel my face is getting hotter and hotter. Keep your head down and turn your back.

"Oh, Arthur. I've met Master Pride in the corner, so why don't we talk about it more?

"Ugh, Clark, next time I say it, I'll kick your ass."

That bastard is absolutely hilarious.

I'll definitely punch you next time, so determined to change to Master Pride.

I want to talk, when it comes to it. It would be nice to talk to Master Pride. But I'm sure I can't protect anything yet.

"... talk about... enlisting in the Knights, and then... I will.

That's all I said, keep your head down one more time. Now it's time to go home.

"Wait.

I can hold back again.

And now you're not Clark. This guy...

"If you have time, will you accompany me in my audition?

Looking back, there was a First Prince Steele smiling at me.

Ha? Master Steele... what are you going to do to me?

"Prince Steele, what the hell is that..."

My father is right. Why is the first prince of the country auditioning when he's like me...

"No, I was having trouble with the archdeacons, too. Dr. Carl and I are busy, and it was troubling that we could only practice during class hours. So if you don't mind, I'll see you later. And if you think you're better, I will. You may be confused by a different technique than the Knights of the Kingdom, but I think it would be mutually beneficial to acquire different areas to be strong.

Master Stayle talks all at once as if he was prepared. Keep reaching out to me and asking me to shake your hand.

Honestly, I don't know what it means to ask me out. But only the last word Master Stayle said caught on.

'I think it's mutually beneficial to wear different areas to be strong.

Strong...

Yes, I want to be strong.

Even my father is in the Knights most of the day. Workouts aren't enough in the meantime.

If there's a way to do that.

I don't have time to waste.

I would have grabbed Steel-like's hand if I had noticed.

Master Steele is laughing with satisfaction.

... but some kind of frigid smell. So this guy's smile. Thin. No.

But he's Lord Pride's brother, and he even helped his dads with one of the cliffs. Besides, most importantly, when I thought Master Pride had been drunk by the rubble, at least that time the upset was real. Believe it or not.

"Then Lord Arthur will come with us to our house as soon as your business is done after this.

So I went straight to Wangju.

... yet, without knowing Master Stayle's readiness.