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

"Roderick."

It was Clark, the deputy commander, who spoke to the Knights of Roderick.

In front of Roderick, the knights were each in pairs to conduct simulated training exercises with bare hands.

"Clark, how's your squad doing?

Roderick's words were answered lightly by Deputy Clark as he checked the bundles of paper one by one.

"Oh, of course. How's that? I heard you were absent due to a cold..."

Sure it was a new recruit? When asked, Roderick replied without getting his hair in between.

"No problem. It will also be a coping exercise if one person is missing. It is natural for recruits to leave ill health at this time of year. In another hour or so, I'll be taking turns with shooting training..."

"Knight Commander! Deputy Commander:"

Turning to those who spoke, the two were stunned.

No one should have been there earlier. No, I was more surprised by the person's presence than that.

"Dear Pride,"

Most of them shout like that at the same time.

I said I was sorry during the exercise, and Pride turned to the workshop.

"P... Dear Pride, what the hell is that outfit..."

Roderick rounds his eyes and confirms his pride outfit. Where the hell is it tailored, such as the Knights Clothing in Crimson Red, and why is it still wrapped around you?

"The situation is I'll talk to you again! More than that, Knights Commander, Deputy Commander..."

I looked into the exercise area, but it was too far away to know who it was. The two of you must know where they are.

"Arthur has urgent business to attend to."

"Arthur Beresford."

Before I ran out of words, the cry of the Knights Commander echoed all over the exercise area. It's a temperamental voice that seems to summon even dragons and great demons altogether.

Long ago, aloud, both I and the deputy commander who was beside me hold their ears. All the knights in bare hands and fighting are stopping their hands and paying attention here. And I said, "Yes!" Arthur came running over here shaking his long silver hair bound from it with his voice.

With his arms around him, the Knight Commander lowered back with the Deputy Commander when he just said, "Go ahead."

When Arthur noticed what I looked like, he raised his voice as if surprised, "Dear Pride... why..."

Without question, he takes Arthur's hand and screams to the Chivalry Chiefs, "I'll borrow Arthur for a while." He pulls Arthur straight to the unpopular.

"Pu... Dear Pride... Hands..."

Somehow Arthur is raising his voice of confusion, but we need to move to something shady or somewhere before the style arrives anyway.

I manage to get to the back of a weapon warehouse without a human shadow and finally stop my leg. I run too far and breathe hard. I looked at Arthur and he was blushing at me for breath distress as well.

"Um... Master Pride, so... what can I do for you...?

For some reason its eyes are staring at a point. When I realized it, I still held Arthur's hand. I'm sorry, and I apologize. I hurried to loosen my hand, and I let go.

"Arthur, I need a favor from you.

Gyu, and look up at him as he grips his fist.

"I have someone I want to help. But in order to do that, I need to make a big difference... in your life. I don't even know if it's going to get better or worse...!

I know. If it's going to get better, I still can't help but let someone else's life go on a bet I don't even know it's going to get worse. Still...

"Still, please... Arthur Beresford, please help me..."

Arthur opens his eyes as surprised by my appeal. And he clenched his fist as hard as I did.

"... what are you talking about?

Poop, and his words came right back.

Again, can't it?

Naturally, too. He just recently finally became the knight he wanted. So when you say something about me suddenly changing my life, you decide to be confused.

"If it's my life, you've changed it a long time ago.

That being said, Arthur knelt unharmed and looked me straight up in the eye.

"I'm your knight, say anything. I would give this life for you.

In Arthur's straight eyes, I almost cry. I managed to indulge and gratefully hold Arthur's hand with both hands.

Forgive me, my unexplained wish.

Thank you, tell him to stare back at his face firmly from the front, too.

"... Arthur, yours"

"Pride"

If I heard a voice I was unfamiliar with and turned around, I would have just put my foot on the ground with the stills moving instantly. I knew it. Appearances, but more than that. For a moment I stop thinking about the look of Style.

"Oh, Style, why..."

Style's body is huge... no, he was about the same age of 17 as he was at the start of the game. The elastic clothes seem a little cramped. The voice that called my name was also as low as it was during the game, and for a moment I seriously wondered if even a weird bug had happened to the game.

"We'll talk later." More than that... "

A taller style than me or Arthur abhors his voice in a hurried manner. Seeing the sky over the back of the style, the sun is already setting.

Hurry up and tell Arthur.

As soon as I thought so, Arthur's hand, which I was holding, was now strongly held back.

Gu, he is given a strong power, and he turns to Arthur unexpectedly.

"Staylooking"

As it was, Arthur reached for Steele.

Take him with you.

I haven't said anything yet.

He decided not to hesitate to go with me.

And Style grabbed Arthur's hand again.

At the next moment, each of me, who was holding hands with Arthur, moved us both in an instant first.

Marianne's, to the sleeping room.