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

"How long are you gonna be a dickhead, that fucking kid?"

Val stomped alone as he built up more debris at the entrance with special abilities.

By appointment, that prince missed all the prisoners with special abilities, and while blocking this entrance, me and the prince moved instantly to a cage below intermediate. I was going to run away with the rest of them as it was. Yet it won't be easy for that prince to come back.

Beyond the entrance, while they were making a scene, they finally used explosives. The earth walls can also be reorganized thicker if debris is possible, but the extent to which they are broken with each increase in debris is also wider. Well, then you can't just block the range of dirt walls I can make, if it breaks from out of range, it's over with you getting into it all at once.

I want to abandon the crime scene and bring that means of movement back, but the trouble is, I've been ordered.

'Orders. Make a scene here until I get back, while you stop. Until then, I will forgive you some acts of sabotage. I don't mind killing the guys in the organization, but it's not killing that should be the top priority, it's drawing attention.

"You keep an eye on the entrance.

Because of the covenant of slaves, I cannot disobey royal orders. As long as I'm ordered to watch, I can't abandon this entrance and go to the prince either. Until the prince returns.

"Huh, kid! Extra orders."

Stop the guns for Yang Dynasty, and keep the rest for what if. Quite a few people are gathering in front of the entrance. Probably almost any of them. As a matter of course, this is a treasure trove of products that are not below intermediate, but "advanced" and good gold.

"Just superb merchandise", "Kill them before they wipe them all out", "Bring all the explosives" and make a scene. Many times a strong impact comes on the dirt walls made of rubble. Maybe that big man in the chain is going to get busted.

Whenever I can get a crack in it, I will build a wall thicker with my ability, and repair it as long as there is debris left over here if the scope of destruction widens.

... but I'm at my limit now. We've used up the bomb, and there's not much debris left. I don't even know if they have enough bullets left to kill all of them.

Fuck you. You're kidding.

If that prince and the prime minister are right, it's time for backup. Yet all they get from the outside is their anger. I also think the truth is that there's no one under the hidden hole anymore. So I'm the only one who abandoned him and ran away.... I would.

Mostly, the prince, the knight and the prime minister ended up moving for that princess Sama and the guys they're after. I'm the one who died. You can just leave it. Yeah, well, fuck yourself. Whatever the princess is, those three are the reason to help me. Not as hairy as that.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like it and bite it in my mouth. It tasted iron, but still more powerful, and ended up chewing it off.

Don't be ridiculous, I haven't.

We're not gonna make sure they're okay.

I don't like it, but I see Sefek and Chemetho in my head. There's no way I'm gonna be convinced until I can make sure he's okay.

People's signs had disappeared as they listened to what was going on over there while building even walls with special abilities. I didn't think so, as soon as I hurried away from the wall

A fraction of the wall burst with a shitty explosion and was blown away with the blast and debris.

He is slapped as he rolls to the ground a few times and rolls to the floor just like the gobble and debris.

My ears go crazy at the sound of my head cracking and my consciousness flies. It hurts because you blew up with the rubble or because your whole body looks stupid.

A large number of people are entering and calling something as their vision blinks. All I can do is groan that my thoughts will fly and I will be trampled in front of you many times.

He's yelling at me with an angry look, but if he couldn't hear me, he stepped on his head this time. He yells at me again.

Shit... are you going to die...

With a head that I could finally think about, I understand that.

I haven't... taken them back yet.

Chemetho, Sefek.

... only them, at least.

Open gradually with blurred vision. Tinnitus gradually stops and the noise is heard.

"There was a kid."

If you gaze at the end of your gaze with a joke out loud, the prince is being pulled out of the back loophole while the men grab him. Are you losing your mind, or are you screwed? I can't help but grab my arm, and I don't even do one of the resistances while I'm being pulled up. The lower layers of clothes, which were originally worn out, were even more burnt than they had just seen in the body.

Didn't you leave me?

My head works better that way than I fell on my own. They grab the prince and yell at him. Put up a knife and stick a blade in its body if you don't wake up

Just before, the wind swept beside me.

In the blurry vision, something took it before the men who were grabbing the prince could play it, blew it down, and the prince who lost support fell to the ground.

"What have you... done?"

It even reaches me with a voice I remember and a tough kill. There's a cold air rush through, and the people around me feel signs of retreat.

Oh, didn't he run away, too?

Turn around. With your head, I think so.

That man who holds the prince in his arms and releases himself to unbelievable killing.

Says he's still looking like a kid, but that guy overwhelms the backpackers just because of that killing.

"Don't touch this one finger..."

Light water colored hair stained with rage shook into his sight.