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

"My sister said you wanted to tell me something, so I took you.

To that word of Style, Chancellor Gilbert blued his face by stripping off the cloth that had hidden his mouth.

"Please wait. I apologize if I walked through the castle on my own and went through with the good ones. I will also be punished if I have to! But I don't know, give me a moment... I have time..."

I guess you realize you can't escape the instantaneous movement of the style. Desperately elucidating behind one step.

"Chancellor Gilbert, please calm down and listen.

I raised my voice as slowly as possible to reach Chancellor Jilbert's ear.

"I made a prediction. Your fiancée, Marianne, will die today."

The moment I told him so, Chancellor Gilbert lost his word. Blood disappears from his face, and the next moment he says, "Son of a..." and walks up to me and stuffs me.

"And even if the" Special Competency Application Obligation Order "is fulfilled... no matter how many people you move behind the scenes like that... you will not find a special capability to cure the disease. Absolutely."

It's a cruel fact, and you may not have to say it. But I couldn't help but say to blame him for his actions this time.

In previous games, the Special Competency Application Obligation Decree never found a Special Competent Person to cure the illness.

"Why..."

"I predicted. I understand.

With that said, Chancellor Gilbert reaches out to grab my shoulders. But before it arrived, Style stuck a sword to Chancellor Gilbert's throat.

"Don't touch my sister, you rude bastard.

That's what I'm saying. He comes between me and Chancellor Gilbert quickly with his sword poked at him.

"... Eh... Maria..."

I speak slowly to Chancellor Jilbert, who just drops his knee.

Prime Minister Jilbert, calm down and listen to me.

"Dear Mr. Steele, please take me to the castle for a moment. Quickly, hurry up and come to her..."

My words were as if they were not in my ears. Now I raised my voice to Style, who was poking his sword at me. … that appearance was not usual. Style opened his mouth quietly as he looked down at Chancellor Jilbert with only his eyes.

"You tried to change the laws of the country for your own reasons, and even abandoned your father's aides without permission, leaving the castle to pass through the good and the bad, regardless of the means… on the contrary, you were trying to get your hands on human trafficking, which should be prohibited in our country.

Style's words, cold as ice.

I have no sympathy for Chancellor Gilbert at all. Chancellor Gilbert also has no words in his words and expression.

"Plus, the oral gesture to the men earlier. If in exchange for a special ability to heal the disease, confidential information about our country, mother or father, me or Tiara... most importantly, sister, were you not going to pay without hesitation even if your life was wanted, Jilbel?

Stayle's eyes are gradually stained with intent to kill. Maybe what I've been enjoying has overflowed here. He manages to voice "Stay" from me, but rarely has he reached his ear. Even while I'm worried about how to say it again that way, Style's words don't stop.

"There's something else I want to say to you. But... let's just ask this now. You said you wanted to go back to the castle. Is that as a sinner by pleading guilty to all sins? Then I'll move you to the dungeon with my special abilities right now. Or are you forgiven for not pleading guilty and blaming your father? If you're not a sinner, I won't have to take you away. You can walk home like this. Either way, your fiancée has me as your source of evil."

"Style"

Now it's time to stick up your voice with all your strength.

To my words, the style shook my shoulders like it was annoying. The style looks back towards me as I hold the edge of my glasses for a while.

It was a look I'd never seen before.

His eyes were still going to cry as he distorted his face with hatred and anger.

Chancellor Gilbert is leaning down, clenching his fist on the spot and solidifying. With a plundering voice, he continues to squeal Mr. Marianne's name with trembling.

"Why...? Pride... such a man... why do you have mercy?"

My hands are shaking. I was going to stab Chancellor Jilbert to death like this if I stimulated him at all.

I shut up and touched that hand trying to get Steele's sword down.

I don't know what to do with these eyes, the look on my face... I know it in a game from a previous life.

It looks exactly like the look on Tiara's face the day before her birthday when Pride made her kill her mother.

"Why... this man is a man of pride... who tried to sacrifice whomever he was... and leaning his country would have been fine."

It sounds like that's what you're saying, that we should kill him on this spot right now. I'm sure he hasn't been able to make a calm decision either.

"Sorry, Stayle. Still, Chancellor Gilbert..."

"This man is not the kind of man who believes in pride. He is an adult who has only thought about kicking you down or using you to this day."

To say that much, Stayle seeped tears in his eyes as he ate up his teeth.

I cuddle up the style in front of me, knowing that that style is hard on me and that I now have to give priority to Chancellor Gilbert.

I gripped him with both arms and stroked his head to wrap the face of a likely crying style.

"Sorry, Stayle. Because he is still my beloved citizen.

That being said, Style has now gripped my body back with both arms. There is a sound of a sword falling to the ground that was poking at Chancellor Jilbert all the time.

"Oh... that man... hurt me... for a long time... your name... you... over and over again, where I don't know you... all the time..."

Because of a man like this. I sort of figured it out, going on like that, hugging the style trying to make me cry.

I'm sure he hates me for it.

"Thanks, Style. You must have protected me all the time where I didn't know.

That's what I said and stroked his head over and over again.

As I do so, my arms slowly come loose holding me step by step.

At the end of the day, as if the poison had fallen out, I slowly took my cloudy glasses with tears as they were when I got my arms away from me, and Style said "I'm sorry" small as I rubbed my eyes with the sleeves of my clothes.

... Good, it's the usual style.

Turning to Chancellor Gilbert, he seemed completely unable to move off the spot. He is kneeling down and whining even without changing Mr. Marianne's name.

"Chancellor Gilbert, I'm going to give you the special abilities of Style."

"Dear Pride.

Shit, and now it's time my arm got grabbed. I shook my head and took control of it because there were signs of the style moving in the back.

"I am prepared to take any punishment. So please, about her."

I know you don't have to listen to the rest of what I'm trying to say, hoping you don't tarnish that name. Even now my face is distorted to me by Chancellor Jilbert, who cries and distorts his face desperately. The usual graceful appearance seems to be a lie.

I'm sure he's already, insane.

As smart as Chancellor Jilbert would have been if he had been sane, he would have known from the wrath of Style that there was no way to judge only the sick because of the roots of all evil.

I think through the words I've been about to say over and over again from now on. Now it's time to tell him without stopping.

"Listen carefully, Jilbert Butler."

Pinch his face with both hands and stiffen to look into his own eyes. Keep his clear, thin-water eyes straight.

He had the look on his face as if he were going to be sentenced to death from now on.

So I tell you clearly. to him who would even accept the punishment of death for his sins.

"I forgive you and your fiancée.

"... ⁉ Become..."

Prime Minister Gilbert's expression becomes unbelievable and so on. He shuddered his hand with a smugness and did not move his mouth slightly open.

"However, there are conditions. Please show us to your fiancée. So, now do as I tell you.

With that said, Chancellor Gilbert nodded over and over again. Don't take your eyes off me like you really do.

"Stayle. First, let Chancellor Jilbert move instantly to the castle. Then go back to your room with me once. Please hurry to my room after Chancellor Gilbert reports to the castle people that he is safe.

Chancellor Gilbert had strong eyes and replied that he was in awe.

Style touches Chancellor Gilbert with a wrinkle between his eyebrows. The next moment, Prime Minister Gilbert disappeared. Next thing you know, you took my hand gently. "I'm really sorry about earlier." He gently touches his cheek, laying his eyes down small as he says so.

"Thank you for being angry with me.

When I said that and made him laugh, Style opened his eyes wide once, and after turning away a little, he hung me small at the end.

Not all of the reasons for Style's anger, but I can see that too. I'm sure the style is right as a royalty. But because I've learned it in my past life's memory.

Prime Minister Gilbert's future, as well as his past. So I...

I really can't hate him.

Because he has already suffered too much.

When I slowly held Steele's hand, he shook me right back.

And the next moment, my vision changed from a back street to a room I was used to.

……

"Dear Pride,

"Sister! Dear brother,"

As soon as his vision changed, the samurai Lotte, Marie, the guard Jack, and Tiara's voice echoed.

"I'm sorry to bother you. You're back safe and sound.

That's how I held Tiara tight and made Lotte and the others laugh. All four of them are laughing at me like I'm relieved. Good.

"How was Chancellor Gilbert?

Tiara asks with her face up as she is hugged by me.

As soon as I tried to answer, there was a doozy noise outside the room.

Prime Minister, where the hell are you? As His Royal Highness the King sounded all kinds of voices looking for you, a loud footsteps rang all the way to my room. I rushed out and told Jack to open the door and go out into the hallway, Prime Minister Jilbert had just let me out of breath and come in front of my room.

The guards in front of the room stopped Chancellor Gilbert in surprise, and the samurai covered their mouths and left the spot.

"Dear Pride,

Chancellor Gilbert, who confirmed my appearance, screams.

I nodded and signaled Steele.

"Chancellor Gilbert is back safely! Then we will leave this room, as your father gave us permission."

I shouted so clearly that the guards could hear me, and half forcefully me and Stayle jumped out of the room.

As it is I take the hand of Chancellor Gilbert, who was pulled over by the guards, and take him away as it is.

"Stayle! I want you to move me around instantly! In the meantime, you will accompany Chancellor Gilbert to Marianne's place, and when you get to Marianne's room, pick me up!

That's what I say and hold Stile's hand.

"Okay. But where is your pride...?"

Tell Style's words I want him to move around momentarily and tell him exactly where he wants him.

Anyway, we don't have time for this right now.

Jill said in the game she sank her life with the sunset. It's already getting dark outside the window.

"Why are you there... ⁉?"

Style bewildered him, but Chancellor Gilbert was not the other way around. "Dear Stayle, here it is!," he leads and runs out in front of the style.

Stile smashed his tongue into the figure, reaching straight for me. I grab Stile's hand while running, too.

"I'm sorry, Stayle. I've always relied on you..."

I can't believe I left it up to Style, who had just exposed his intention to kill, to act with Chancellor Gilbert, whom he hates. I know it's not usually possible. But this was all I had now.

Yet Stayle smiled right back at me after giving me a slightly surprised look at my words for some reason. "What do you say," he mutters, squeezing my hand hard as it is.

"Rather, it's not enough yet, rely more on it. Because you are all I have.

Take a breath, look unwittingly into your eyes and look back at the style. The moment I tried to open my mouth because I wanted to say something with surprise and gratitude, without waiting for it, my vision changed in an instant.

Gentle as a moonlight, dropped off by the smile of the style.