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

"Well, and... it wasn't a big deal to travel time in the carriage, and now the Knights will be here tonight, even late.

With that said, my hands and feet are free. Style loosens the string of cloth bags I was thrown into. Buha, show your face and tell your gratitude to Style, who is happy that he is proceeding as planned.

Stayle smiled and gave it back to me. Slowly as it was, he approached Val, tied to a chain.

"Hey, come on, get up. I'm going to help Chemetho and Sefek.

Saying so, I slapped Val in the face with a petite hand of ten years old. When Val groaned a little and moved the wrinkles between his eyebrows freaked out, he touched the chain tying Val up in such a way as, oh boy, and let it disappear with instant movement. Val opens his eyes slowly as his body suddenly releases from tightening. "Is this...?" and still looks a little hazy.

"It's the enemy home you want. As I told you in the operation, you will act with me after this. First, Chemetho and Sefek will be captured" freeing the captive from the superior ". Screw out your priors.

Sister, you know you can't resist my instructions for your next royalty, right? and glanced at by the style, nodding silently.

"Advanced... mainly about special abilities. Val said that people who are sold in human trafficking also seem to have a rank, and the people of our country who may originally possess special abilities are worth more than intermediate without exception, but people who have been established to be special abilities are classified as" advanced ", as well as rare values and excellent special abilities, and are most likely to be divided up at the point of being placed in a cage.

… although classification itself is not very angry.

"Okay, sister. I'm coming. Please don't ever leave Arthur. … If you need anything, be sure to give me a signal.

To the voice from Stayle I nod, "Be careful". Keep going to the cloth bag. I pulled my face in again and had the bag's mouth tied to the style as usual. From now on, we and Stayle, Val, will act differently. As a ten-year-old body, Stayle took Val and left the carriage intact.

"Promoting and decreasing the age of special abilities does not change the growth of special abilities…. That was a delightful miscalculation.

I hear Chancellor Gilbert's pleasant voice. Style was able to instantaneously move the possible weight at the age of fourteen without any problems, even if Chancellor Zilbert reduced his age. Chancellor Gilbert also learned about it for the first time during yesterday's ops meeting after trying it out to Style. Because the age manipulation of everything to others was strictly confidential in itself, they had hardly ever applied it to anyone. But speaking of which, I couldn't carry more than the limit load at the time, even when the style grew larger two years ago due to age manipulation. Life expectancy, knowledge, thoughts, special abilities, etc. hasn't changed, and it seems that only physical age can really be manipulated by age manipulation.

"Well... and. Shall we relax for a while, then? Until you notice what's in the carriage.

As it was, I heard Chancellor Gilbert's easygoing voice, gobbling and rolling. Also, I guess I let him resume pretending to be just as unconscious as he was earlier. Yes, at the same time as the word, Arthur must have started to pretend to be equally disoriented again. I heard a rolling noise near me.

I imitated it, too, getting smaller in the cloth bag and rolling.

Style and Val. Hope the two of you are safe.

……

... I don't know why...

Val thinks so quietly.

The situation is proceeding as described by the Prime Minister and the Prince this morning.

The carriage arrived on rocky ground as the Chancellor had said. There was also a cliff right there, with a light peek into his face but the bottom was dark and invisible. If this is not the top of the cliff but the bottom of the cliff, I think a little bit of what I could have done with the rocks dropped. Big rocks and caves hissed, and when they got out of the carriage, the others pulled into the back already, idle without a shadow.

Guess from where the carriage was pulled over and tell the kid next door that a distorted shaped cave right next door would be the place for the product. The superior was also asked if it was there, first to confirm and interrogate them all in the storage area to confirm the grade, and told them that they would be divided into cages in the back, and they nodded silently.

The first prince of this country.

I'll take the lead as the prince commands me, and move on to the cave. There was one guard a few steps through the entrance. He holds a gun and wanders his gaze at you if you're surprised the merchandise won't come. What am I gonna do, throw my voice down to the prince?

I can't harm anyone with a slave contract, but with the permission of the princess, I'm temporarily allowed to do that, too.... but my special abilities are just dirt walls. As long as you have debris, you can build a wall with it, or if you have your own range, you can completely enclose it, but that's all. Not good enough to trap or attack a remote opponent with dirt walls. Four years of rubble hauling helped me, but I never waved it against a human opponent. On top of that, my arm was originally a tease among the people I used to put together. I'll throw you a knife... That was when I thought about it.

The prince who should have been behind me suddenly appeared behind the watch I was on, twisting his neck straight up to take consciousness. The dull sound of cockroach reaches this far.

Unexpectedly, the words leaked and I look back, but there is still no prince behind me. The kid who robbed every adult of consciousness in front of him is the prince.

"If you put it in your sight, it's this one.

If you take the back, there's no reason. The seemingly ten-year-old kid, who speaks so briefly, called me, "Come quick," and touched the man's clothes.

"Put on this man's clothes now. Don't forget to hide your mouth properly. Whatever the others are, the men in the chain know your face.

A prince strips only clothes from a man with special abilities and moves them instantly in front of me. I rush into the man's clothes as I am commanded, but in the meantime I look only at the prince, who is still flat. "Do you still lose muscle strength… well, suppose for a while you outdo it with arthroplasty," he mutters to himself flatly. He kicked the gun that the man spilled out of his hand right at me and said, "Only when I tell you to shoot, I'll allow you to attack them." and give me permission.

What the hell, this kid?

Ten years old, even though he just looks like him, he's not even a back-runner. He's just a prince. That naturally takes the man with the gun away from him in one blow, and Temehe gives me the gun just because he doesn't need it. Huh, I remember one of the cliffs four years ago on my head, and I wonder if my sister or my sister would be my brother. It came out of my mouth that I didn't think of "Bakemon" as a reminder to the prince who would erase the man who had been stripped of his wrap as he was, again, by instant movement from right in front of me.

Then the prince turned toward me and slowly pulled up his mouth, which was faceless.

"Watch your language, I just want to say... if that's the same rating as you did my sister four years ago.

What is this sister and brother? Finished wearing clothes, holding a gun in my hand while hiding my mouth, the kid in front of me seemed more horrible than the weapon in my hand.

... Again, I am reminded that both Chemetho and Sefek were normal kids.

Really, normal.

"... ugh.

Shit, see you later.

The bottom of my chest sways disgustingly. My heart pulsed.

After remembering that woman's words last night and smashing her tongue, I was instructed again in detail by the prince in front of me and proceeded to the road merchandise store. The road was quite wide, and I even felt creepy on that road, which was bright enough but downhill just in the cave without the surrounding lights.

It's like looking down the road to hell.