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

"So... n, here...?

"Yes. I also have a spare sword here, so please use it as you please.

Arthur looked around and sighed unexpectedly.

An auditorium dedicated to royalty. It's pretty small compared to the Knights', but it's terribly full considering it's for personal use. There are only two dressing rooms, including one for archaeologists. Only mock swords and seriousness are equipped with a few shiny polished, including spares. It's so extravagant.

For some reason, I have myself.

The first prince of this country, Lady Stayle and I are together.

Why... did this happen...?

Sure, I'm going to audition with Master Steele...

Lord Pride gave my father his uniform back...

My dad burst out laughing...?

When I realized I was in the carriage surrounded by Lord Pride, Tiara and the three royal sisters and brothers...?

n, and when I arrived, I said to Master Stayle, "Because I want to make some arrangements with Arthur and me. ♪ Or so they brought me... ♪

... No, I can't see where it's coming from. I don't know where it's coming from.

"Lord Arthur, what is wrong with you?

Lady Steele peeks at me in the blind.

"Ah... no..."

Unexpectedly, I take a step back unknowingly.

"Please don't be nervous, it's just me and you here.

Lady Style, who laughs at me for saying that, has offered me a simulated sword.

"... that, respectful or good... I'm not even the first prince who can use me... and... Lord Arthur..."

Blah, I don't know what to do when the first prince of this country is hailed by a big man or something.

"Then I don't need a word of respect or honor. Lord Arthur is much older than I am, and let's not have any respect for each other.

No, that's crazy. Absolutely.

It doesn't matter how old you are. Master Stayle is like being spoken to in a respectful manner by a much older father or knighthood than I am. There's no reason why I should call it off.

Master Stayle continues to confuse me and stiffen me up unexpectedly.

"... then stop saluting me first. So if you think it's a good idea to take me as a friend, you do the same. I'll only face you straight now. [M] … Arthur."

Such a style-like smile and creepiness disappeared from his face until just now, and when he wondered if his expression had disappeared, he began to erect his sword as it was.

No, wait, wait. I just grabbed my sword a long time ago today.

That, no way.

Master Steele makes a sharp thrust, and I'm not wearing any weapons. I can't help but avoid my body and pay the Steeler-like sword from the side.

Master Style looks at me with a surprised look when he regains his posture with his right foot on the axis.

"I was going to stop the inch..."

He compares me to the sword with a blur and a grunt.

"Arthur, were you really out of sword training?

See you later. They ask questions similar to my father's.

"... I haven't held a sword in years this morning... I did.

I knew it wasn't a tribute. Tough.

After a few blinks, Master Steele broke the arrangement.

"... after all, Arthur. I want you to go out with me now. [M]

I don't know what that means.

But Master Steele's eyes are serious and cannot be easily said back.

"And I want you to take next year's Knights Recruitment Exam.

"Ha... ha."

Unexpectedly, my voice flips. What are you talking about? This guy.

"Yes... no, I can't... I still have no sword, no foundation... I thought I'd make a basement now and take it as soon as possible in about three years."

"It's not like you should only take it once in your life. If you can't do it next year, you can take it again next year if you can't.

"No, I don't care what you take..."

"I'll do my best to support you, too. I want you to become a knight soon.

Why, why would this guy do that...

I'm already full of my head and I want to give up thinking.

It's almost the first time. And when you support me, you want me to be a knight soon.

Besides, the first prince of this country.

"... may I ask?

I can't really talk about it. "Go ahead," he answers. I decide to try to hit the question thoughtfully with Master Style.

"Why, why am I so knightly... And when do people need an archdeacon like that...? There are a lot more royal things like law, imperialism, and so on if it's not time for teachers to teach..."

The prince is busy. I know that, too. Besides, Master Stayle is a man who went from common to royal. There's still something I need to remember. If you're a prince, there's nothing else about the Knights that protects you...

"To protect you, sister.

... I accidentally lost my word.

No stray, it was a word.

All the answers to my questions were aggregated there.

"As you know, my sister, you are strong. But really, that guy was the first practice in that one.

That one thing... I'm talking about my father's cliff collapse.

Master Stayle lays down his face and speaks in a pompous manner.

"And I'm sure your sister will continue to be impotent like that. As far as I can reach myself, always.

Yeah, that's who that guy is.

I know that well, too.

"But sister, you're not invincible.... I used to say it from my own mouth." In any case, it is no match for simple power. "

At that moment, I realized.

Reminds me of Lord Pride's battle then.

Dear Pride, who fought against a large number of opponents and waved his sword.

But he attacked, no, but never tried to push each other...

Again, I understand.

Yes, that guy...

"Sister, you are a powerless woman with no power.

Master Steele continues as if he had called my heart.

"When I was adopted into this castle, my sister was only eight years old. Since then... that guy had already been scared of something for a long time.

Scared...?

I recall what Lord Pride said yesterday.

"When I judged him an enemy of the people of this country..."

I don't know why, but something cold ran through my spine. Without knowing what it is, Lady Stayle keeps talking in the meantime.

"I don't even know what that is.... but what I can certainly say now is that there is still a shapeless disturbance swirling around you, sister, that pushes and crushes that guy.

Now I remember the rumors my father told me this morning.

There are still bad rumors about Master Pride.

"So I want to protect you, sister. I learned what I could learn for it, and thus did the archery of the sword. But"

Saying so, Master Stayle quietly turned his sword to me again.

"Not yet, not enough.

The eyes were so sharp that I didn't think I was a kid, and there was a strong will.

"I want to be stronger. Enough to protect my sister.... but I'm still weak.

A little, a dark shadow falls in the eyes of Mr. Steele.

"Even if I get stronger, I may finally be alongside you, sister. But you can't do that.

Also, Master Steele sets up a sword.

"I want to protect you, sister, risk this life. But don't just bet. It doesn't make sense if you can't protect it after a bet.

Step in, jump out in front of me.

I took the sword down vertically with my sword as well and prevented it. Heavy highs sound between metals.

Critically, the swords rub and push each other.

"Not yet, not enough.

Also repeat the same dialogue.

This guy is not happy with himself at all right now.

"Adults' power, their resistance, their outerborough strategy... even if they could protect them from that, it's not enough. Strong enough to outnumber you, sister, and pure power... when violence stood in the way."

Gillilli and Lady Style, who was waving the sword with one hand, put both hands on the sword pattern, and the force is put over the sword stronger. The tip of the blade approaches my face.

"I can't protect you, sister.

The tip of the blade approaches right in front of you.

I held my sword with both hands at my mercy and shook it off at the same time as I stepped in.

Master Steele jumps one step over with the sound of a kid.

"Arthur, I'm sure you'll be strong. Better than me, sister than you.... and more than anyone.

Why, I don't know why the First Prince would buy me that far. Is this because of Lord Pride's prediction? No matter how many Knights the captain's son, I haven't even held a sword in a long time this year.

But I think so.

If it's something you can be, I want to be. No, I have to be.

Stronger than anyone, enough to protect Master Pride.

I don't even wish the First Prince would deal with the sword. Besides, he even said he would support me to make me stronger. There is no reason to say no.

Just...

"... and two more... okay?

"Whatever it takes.

Master Stayle answers without hesitation, as always. So I at least don't ask.

"Why would I do that... And why would you be so desperate for Lord Pride, even though he is his assistant?

Could be a disrespectful question. Surely Master Pride is a wonderful man. I know that too. But I also found it a little uncomfortable that just an assistant, and someone who originally became royal from the common people, would be so desperate for Lord Pride from this year on. Looking at that frigid smile, if... if you use that pride or something else...

I will wait for Dear Stayle to reply with that in mind.

There was a little while this time.

"... because you thought you were just like me.

Pooped, and squealed so.

I don't know what that means, and I'll just wait for the next word.

"Because the First Princess was your sister, that's why I can stay. I can't be specific.... but I will never forget that time.

That's how you look straight at me.

"I swore, to myself, who is no one. Protecting you, sister. She said she would stay for you.

It's an enviably straight, unmistakable eye.

"But I... I don't really trust my surroundings.

But..., spinning the words as they were, Style quietly remembered the conversation between the prime ministers three years ago.

Even if, on the surface, I praised him, I didn't know what he was saying in the back and how he was going to fall for it.

Pride, Tiara, Mother, Father, Mother… and about this I thought the Knights Commander and Deputy Commander could be trusted. But I don't really trust my current Regent's Uncle Vest, his maids around Pride, Lotte and Marie, his guard Jack, his sword teacher, his other teachers, his knights, and naturally his prime minister, Gilbert.

I'm starting to get into the social world a little bit too. I could also make a lot of friends and people to be close to me. But I don't trust anyone.

No, I also don't think you should be trusted.

Because it's not something we know when, who betrays our pride, or who has already betrayed us.

But I mean, that means we don't have many allies in the real sense.

I also thought it would be better if I were strong. But that's not enough. There are too many people who can be her enemies.

That was the time. This is what I saw yesterday with my sister, you and Arthur.

He said he would protect his pride.

And today, a turning point came. I could see him again. I even thought it was fate to see you so soon.

And now. I was surprised to make out with him.

He avoided my poking at first sight and paid.

Even I have just begun to learn the full sword. But I started the foundation a long time ago. Loading was also praised by the teacher as being more than well.

Even after I began to learn the sword in full, I was praised for being good and wonderful without flattery.

The second time I pointed my sword at him just now, it was all I could do. I meant it to him. I was going to take one this time.

But I couldn't take it.

Yet he hasn't even held a sword in years today, he says.

Is he unaware of his terrible talent?

I don't have the strength, and the talent.

He will always be strong. Better than me, I'm sure, than pride.

And...

"All my life...! Let me protect you...

Yes, he said. That was a false and untrue word. So.

"I thought you were... believable.

I assure you so, I stare at Arthur.

He opens his eyes, but he's taking my word for it.

"When I defended you, sister, I said so because I thought that your words at that time were of indisputable sincerity… an oath.

I'm sure he can believe it.

He also said he predicted pride. He said he would be a knight who should keep his back in the future.

I, Pride, need him.

"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.

Arthur says nothing.

Am I lost?

It is natural for him to doubt it. I would have been on guard if I were in the same position.

But I want you to know.

"... you think my words are a lie? He said it was a mouthpiece to get into you. Sister, you're the only person in the world who can put words in line to use you."

"I don't think so, n thing.

The words were cut.

Surprisingly, I can see myself opening my eyes.

Because for the first time now, Arthur stopped paying homage to himself.

"First stop saluting me. So if you think it's a good idea to take me as a friend, you do the same.

Because I was the first to say so.

"I have no idea why I expect you to be so grateful to Lord Pride..."

That being said, I regain my sword in such a way that the way I was atrophying earlier seemed careless as a lie.

"... but it was believed that you protected Master Pride. At least there is no doubt in your mind. [M]

Still, its eyes do not let go by capturing Arthur as prescribed.

As if the position had been reversed, this time the stiles shut up.

"I protect Master Pride, too, and you think so too. So you're saying we should be strong together, right? I'm talking about auditioning every day for that.

I can't get my hair in, and the style snorts.

Yes, that's all Stayle's wish is.

"Ha!" Shields, "swords," and all that fucking embarrassing rhetoric. The kid is annoyed because of this. … but "

He laughs off his opponent, who had atrophied until earlier that he was the first prince, and makes a bad habit. Finally niggling as he spoke to throw, he turned his grin toward the style.

"The way you say" sword, "that's not bad.

Eh, and the light shone in Style's eyes.

Arthur turns away from his face and turns his head to dare deviate from its eyes.

"I'm telling you, as I've been saying, I haven't held a sword in years either. Don't complain even if you can't be a knight with a ton of clapping, just like Themé thought, okay? Style."

Style, and. That's what he called it.

For him, who has lived as the first prince since his adoption, it was a long time calling from outside the family.

"Oh, of course. You will be strong, and I will support you properly.

"Well, don't even call me" you "!" You're good. And... I'm not the only one who's strong.

That's how I point my sword tip at the steer.

Surprised, Style stared at the tip of his sword without thinking.

"Temehe's going to be strong, too. For Lord Pride's sake.

- Dear Stayle... No, I don't know everything about Stayle yet.

But he wants to protect Master Pride. If that will be the same as mine... that's good.

"I'm from my father... even from the Knights when I enlisted. That's where they taught me, Mon. I'll tell Temehe everything. So... you tell me everything, too. That's a lot of stuff, isn't it? Royal swordsmanship, martial arts for protection, etc.

I know teaching each other isn't a gala. But if that leads at all to protecting Lord Pride… and becoming a knight.

"Oh.... thank you, Arthur.

"... oops.

Style's eyes are kind of lit up to say with no expression and joy. This is why the kid.

"............ ah. Later."

Arthur, as he remembered, stared at the stiles from the top.

"Stop that purposeful frigid smile when I saw you earlier. When we talk about Lord Pride now, it's good to stay on that side. I don't know if it's too thin.

Style was terribly surprised by the words.

Until now, I've never made a smile and it seemed weird to me.

"Weird... was it? He said he was doing well..."

"All of it. You wasted your time alerting me.

Style was surprised and had no voice.

Sometimes I dare to smile at them in such a way that I can see them differently than I like them. But the smile you dare to make when you want them to think you're right for you is also for Pride and Tiara... no. I've never been pointed out to anyone before.

Arthur continues, as if to observe the surprise of such a style.

"... my father was always unfathomable on that street, and my mother overused her facial expressions on the other hand, so she looked at the customer side of the store with n... so much so that she was tired of seeing it.

... Arthur grew up being compared to his father, a knight captain from an early age.

It had to become routine to deal with many people every day in helping their mother's small restaurant. Ever since I was informed of my special abilities in it, I have been disgustingly directed and seen the expression of comfort and the way I speak to myself alone, especially on the upper side.

As a result, Arthur was disgustingly sensitive to that kind of manipulated expression, gaze, and way of speaking.

Because his gaze and expression entered his unpleasant eyes, he hid his dressed father's face with long hair, blocked his own sight, and left the store outside necessary to escape, tilling the fields in the backyard.

"... I'm more familiar with the fatherless side.

When he said that, Arthur gently stroked the head of the style, which was lower than his own, "Don't give me that weird twist."

I want to protect my sister, that's why I want to be strong. And he wants you to cooperate. If Style, who wished for him, noticed Arthur, he wasn't the first prince, he only looked like a boy three years younger than himself.

Keep your sword in place and say, "So, which one do you teach from the beginning?," he spoke to Stayle with ease.

He realized the self he had fixed up, and told me that he was better off with faceless vegetables that were not suitable for interacting with people. And he treated me like I was just a child.

That was a valuable experience for Style today.

"... Arthur. To you... no... it's good to see you.

At that time, if there was Pride or Tiara, I would have found that the style smiled hauntingly.

Arthur laughed with his nose and said, "Don't say embarrassing dialogue! Clark or Temehe," he exclaimed.

Steel and Arthur.

It was the moment when an unlikely relationship was built within the game.