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

Chancellor Gilbert... I've never seen this man in person either.

Take a sip of the wine contents as you smile at me and look forward to your upcoming work. He told me. Thank you, and I'll answer that.

"I'm sorry if... I made you feel bad. I apologize first.

I ended my greeting and for some reason I was connected to the conversation as it was and stopped.

"Indeed, your father has heard of the" Knight Without Wounds "and the famous Knights of Roderick.

I think so. When I became a recruit, my contemporaries, other recruits, and knights often told me. I had little aversion, and I'm not going to hide anything else because the Knights Commander's father is so proud of me. Instead, it was better to be smug by recruits and knights who knew two years ago that "the children of that time... have become splendid".

So I'll be appropriately positive here.

Nevertheless, just now this guy...

It's so frivolous.

Even one way of talking, laughing, and doing things is seeping out of frigidity.

Chancellor Gilbert continues, not knowing I'm thinking that.

"I've heard that special abilities are a lot of hereditary... and by the way, Lord Arthur has special abilities, etc...?

This, too, is a well-heard one.

"Yes, I do. It just helps to grow crops, and unfortunately not the ability to bless knights like my father.

"Really? For this reason, has Lord Arthur met or heard rumors about any other rare special abilities or the like under the castle?

"Right... right. It's what my mother runs a small restaurant, and I've heard everything from customers to specifics to rumors. There's a special ability to rain outside the city, the bakery's daughter is a special ability to power, and when things are gone, it's the work of a special ability to be transparent, and a special ability to freely handle chains is grabbing people at night?

Arrange as many stories as you can think of that I've heard from my mother or that I've heard myself. When I say this, there are many noisy rumors about special abilities.

Chancellor Gilbert listened with interest to each and every one, "Well, well, so what else...?," he urges. Is this why this man alone and the other knights have been talking for so long?

For once, let's respond with nothing but the ability of Style and Dear Pride.

"And then... all I've ever seen is evaporate moisture, snipe and stretch my hair, except for my father, freeze and fire, which is common with special abilities, and cure injuries related to plants and means of communication.... If you're talking about rumors without roots or leaves, create rainbows, become birds, cure diseases, turn your hands into pistols..."

The moment I said that,

Suddenly the Chancellor grabbed me both shoulders.

An empty glass is sandwiched and swayed between my fingers.

Sometimes I was surprised that my opponent was the Chancellor. I looked at Chancellor Gilbert alternately with my hand grabbing my shoulder as it was inevitable.

"Lord Arthur, can you tell us more about the story?"

... Ah.

The frigidity disappeared.

My mouth is laughing, but my eyes were serious themselves. I don't know which one to tell when it comes to that story. But if it's what we've been talking about since the second half.

"Also, I'm sorry... myself, nothing more because it's just rumors..."

"If so, just tell me where or who heard the rumor."

"What have you done, Chancellor Gilbert, Lord Arthur?

When the cross spear came and turned with Chancellor Gilbert, the Lord of the Word was Stile.

I'm grinning and twitching closer to this one.

... Something's so intimidating.

Did I say anything extra, or does this prime minister not care?

"This is His Royal Highness Prince Steele. No, a little flower blossomed into the conversation.

My hands are removed from my shoulders and released. If you look at Chancellor Gilbert's face, he's pointing that frigid face at the style again.

"Really? That's above all. But... I wanted to talk to him, too. If you're done saying hello, can I borrow him?

Well, if the First Prince tells me so, I have to pull it off. "I'm sorry about that," said Chancellor Gilbert, smiling at me. I was told that I would definitely take the time to talk to you next time I left.

"... wah, thank God.

I lurk my voice so I can't hear you around and thank Stayle.

"How was it, Arthur?... Chancellor Gilbert is.

"It smells so frivolous and creepy. You're standing on top of the country a lot.

Style blows out small in my words and laughs. For two years, I have been able to read the look on his face without expressions, but I think he has also become a little unconscious and unconscious. As it was, Style shrugged, "That's my friend," turning the Chancellor with his small eyes alone.

"You're still looking at me.... What's your story with the Chancellor?

"Nothing. About my father, about special abilities, about rumors.

Answer with a glass of wine at once.

Style also tried to get some wine from a table nearby but I'll stop the kid by telling him not to drink too much.

"Also? He asks everyone that question every time, doesn't he?

"Did they ask you, too?

Returning with a question to Style's words, he suddenly had a black smile from his creepy smile and said, "Yeah... well." The answer came back. What happened? What happened?

"... creepy, is it?... Do you still look like me?

Suddenly grumble like something depressing.

Huh? I leak my voice unexpectedly and rush around with my eyes to see if I'm noticing my current voice.

"... but it's similar.

I say to Style as I lurk my voice again.

"Didn't you say the same thing to me two years ago?

Creepy, frigid. The mouthfeel of the style that connects to it also sounds like it has a little bit on the root.

"Doesn't that mean that in your eyes, my expression, my tricks, my essence are very similar to that prime minister?

"Wow.... you can't be like me.

Style looks at me a little strangely.

"Unlike that prime minister, Temehe... he hasn't had that much bad luck now or in the past.

I guess it's because I know my usual style, but still, it's not a style I laugh at anymore to fix everything like it used to be.

But that prime minister isn't. Smiling to cover up anything completely is a complete separate from previous styles.

After a brief surprised look, Stayle laughed slightly: "It's convincing when you tell me. zero." Keep it up, thank you. And he turns away unintentionally.

"... Lord Arthur, by the way. Is it time for you to talk without diving into your voice? Other gazes are gathering on us.

Style says with a cool face. Well, if the First Prince and a knight talk long after they say hello, then so be it. So I said, "Right." Returning it, Style continued the conversation.

"He has been recommending the" Special Competency Application Obligation Order "for several years to know the competencies and whereabouts of each Special Competency Person in the country.

"Special abilities...? What will happen with such things?

Special abilities exist only in this country, but are rare as a percentage. Some of them live hiding their abilities. Even I used to hide in shame this special ability, unlike my father, unsuitable for knights.

"Come on, that's it. Rationalization to avoid missing valuable talent is preliminarily built... but there are rumours that there is no good to treason intent.

Only the last one lurked his voice. I felt a quiet willingness to kill from the style. He really doesn't want to turn to his enemies.

"What does Lord Arthur think of the Special Competency Application Obligation Order?

He smiles at me and asks. If it wasn't an official place, I would have grabbed him by the face.

"Well… the discovery of valuable talent will certainly also lead to the development of the country. … but I am worried that that would jeopardise the human rights of those with special abilities.

We will, for example, be at war with our neighbours. Then even women and children who are not soldiers will be driven to the battlefield if they are "exceptionally capable men of battle." Human beings who do not wish to kill people must also obey if they are informed of their special abilities and are ordered by the State. That's not human, it's just a weapon.

"I know how people feel about wanting to live their entire lives hiding their special abilities, and the people who have been changed in their lives because of their special abilities… I know.

Keep looking straight at the style like that. Style was separated from his mother, the only flesh parent, because of her special ability to travel in rare moments. And I'm not even allowed to see that mother again. I wish I could at least meet my mother and talk to her, but Style himself said no when that went against the rules, too.

Style shrugged his shoulder, realizing what my gaze intended. Attract a new glass of wine from the table and hand it to me.

"Well... there are very few people in there who can be saved from it.

Keep it up. Now I threw my gaze in another direction. Follow the end of your gaze and you'll see Lord Pride. After greeting the knight, I am now talking to my father, who is the Knight Commander.

"... right.

I wonder what would have happened to me if that guy hadn't been here. Even fear springs up when I think so.

"I agree with you on the Special Competency Application Obligation Order, Lord Arthur.... No, not only me, but your mother, father, and uncle Vest the Regent.

"... Master Pride and Master Tiara...?

"Tiara hasn't joined Parliament yet, and you have honesty where she's shaken by the Chancellor's verbal skill. For the sake of the country, for the sake of the people, for the sake of your sister, because she is a gentle child, weak to cry down.... Sister, you look troubled.

That brings me to a slightly troubled and complicated look. Tilt the glass and urged it to continue, this time lurking his voice from the beginning.

"... because there was something about me. If the country had grasped the special abilities from the beginning, I wonder if they would have found a man with the right conditions, not me, but more... wanting to be adopted by royalty.... I'm still sick of that.

That's what I'm gonna say and drop the shadow on Steele. Now I'm gonna hand you the wine from the table. I don't want to get too drunk, but I can't find any other way to comfort you right now.

It seems that Master Pride was quite disturbed by it when Style was separated from her real mother. He cried for me. I haven't dared ask in detail, but I'm pretty sure that's one of the drivers of moving the style right now.

"... pass it on. It's only right that you're happy.

Lurk your voice into confusion as you swallow half your wine.

Stiles, looking up all the time, smiled at my words and swallowed only one bite of wine. Keep your voice down and say, "Oh." I have only replied.

"... you missed the point. So, what was your last conversation with Chancellor Gilbert?

For the most part, it seemed incandescent. and as it is, Style prompts the conversation.

"It's really just a rumor story with no roots or leaves of the special abilities. Was it… the special ability to become a bird, the special ability to cure diseases, the special ability to create rainbows, the special ability of your hand to become a pistol…?

"You have quite a few dream abilities.

Style laughs as he says so. No, I'm only saying it's a rumor, and I don't believe it.

"Rumors of gathering at a small restaurant in town are like that. Just..."

"Lord Arthur, can you tell us more about the story?"

I remember the words of Chancellor Gilbert then.

"... only that look on the Chancellor's face was real.

It goes beyond simply wanting to expand the conversation or grasp the special abilities, beyond that.

I didn't fix it, seriously... no, it was a desperate look to take.

I would do something that would make Steele think of something in my words.

"As far as it goes... … it was possible that his purpose was different.

"Nothing...?

Return the words of the style as is.

What does that mean?

"Yes, for example..."

Looking back slowly and looking at the Chancellor.

If I was caught too and turned to Chancellor Jilbert, he seemed to be blossoming into a conversation with another knight.

I deal with it with another creepy, manicured smile.

"Someone, searing out certain special abilities.

A few days from now, the veracity of the words of Style at this time will be clear.

That, too, in an unexpected way.