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

"Oh, it's all right. We will protect you! Follow me without pressing the previous one."

While listening to the knight's instructions, the impatience of those who were imprisoned will not disappear. He rushes out of the cage quickly and unconsciously unable to contain his feet hurrying out quickly.

"There's room between the lines. For those who can't move, there's a knight with an empty hand. Give me a hand."

"I will escort the rear tail with the wounded. I will protect the back, so the seniors can move first."

Eric, who named himself the guard, was speaking out to keep the people out of a hurry, sometimes singling out a flavor of noise in turn.

"Sorry, knight...! Sorry..."

A woman walking ahead of herself apologized to Eric for her slow walk. My body is already weak and cut in my confinement life. She wasn't the only one, a few people running in front of it were already blunt.

"It's all right. We will protect you." Now think about making sure you go to the exit rather than hurry!

There are many knights waiting for you out there. The knights who were stiffening around them when they shouted, also nodded strongly.

"You're not leaving me, are you?"

One of the children held by the knight screams. It would be the girl running the rearmost. He stares anxiously at his mother, who runs desperately behind him. The mother does not reply. Because I understand that the knights have the lead.

Secondly, Eric looks at him when he feels signs from the sidewalk. At the same time, he shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

"Where is the product going?"

I guess I found a bunch of knights and people who ran through first. Each of the three men who jumped out of the road shook up a blade and jumped at them in anger. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Returning one in front, the next threw the blade at the knight, but was bounced with a sword, the last one took the gun out of his nose, and triggered it to shoot randomly without even thinking about it.

[Panting]

- Eric's gun erupted before pulling. He was shot through the brain weather and the man fell on his back as he was.

Well done, Eric! and one of the knights looks back and praises. Eric has a short history of the main team, but among the most specialised in advance and special attacks, he boasted his best ability by pulling out even Alan, his deputy and captain, with his overall strength.

Pomp, I looked only at Eric, whose child held by the knight was praised by the senior knight. Noticing the child's gaze, Eric smiles without turning off the focus.

"It's okay, I'll never leave you. Who's alone.

Is the word a reply to the child, or is it directed at the mother who runs forward, or is it a determination to herself?

"If you admire yourself, you will never tolerate unnecessary death. Neither myself,... nor I forgive you. So I will definitely protect you, too.

Reminds me of the girl Arthur had earlier. Four years ago, the First Princess saved herself from hell.

Because I became stronger to people like her and not to regret it like I did then.

... a little now, though, I envy Captain Alan and Arthur.

I wanted to chase their backs myself as I ran to the battlefield with a girl I thought was Lord Pride. But more than that, I gave priority to the great task entrusted to Captain Alan… a people who seek salvation in front of them.

... though I envy you.

I haven't been able to keep it in his eyes.

Whether we meet on a cliff four years ago, are appointed knights at an episcopal ceremony or greet you at the Chancellor's party.

I'm not even a captain. I still don't stay with that guy.

But still, I don't mind.

Saving the person in front of you for that matter.

Because that's the determination and way of life that he gave me four years ago.

"............... I envy you though.

At the same time as squealing so small, Eric grabbed the sword and stabbed the man who had attacked him from behind his back with only his rear hand.

It was shortly after the exit was already small but could be captured in sight.

……

Before the special ability to manipulate the real chain, I breathe out quietly.

... in time.

Only that relief, and hostility towards the man in the chain, fills the body.

All because Arthur became our wall and distracted him.

Even though they held Val hostage, it was clear that Arthur would be killed first if he let go of his sword as the enemy said.

So when Arthur slipped his sword towards us... there was no stray.

Hide behind Arthur's back and ask Chancellor Jilbert to solve the age manipulation directly. He hesitated for a moment, but made a decision as soon as the chains began to wrap around Arthur's body. In seconds of the thing, the age manipulation unravels, and the hands and feet stretch back to the original fifteen-year-old body.

He jumps out at once where his body cuts back and takes the sword Arthur threw away. And...

I bounced all I wanted.

If I bounced willingly, I could float high in the air without even making footsteps the way I wanted. Stay put, first descend to Arthur, who is still about to be strangled.

It's okay. I can do it.

The chains are pointless to the pride where the knight's steel armor was even made into two pieces to the extent of a yakeh. With certainty, he aimed only at the chains wrapped around Arthur and waved his sword down as he wished.

Ballywinkle

A sword waved down at the same time as it fell, leaving the momentum to Arthur, slashing and crushing vertically the chains wrapped around him. Fragments of the chain are scattered, half-length and scattered around. Confirming that Arthur was on his knees and breathing, he landed and immediately jumped again, spinning his body and now swung it into a chain wrapped around Val's neck. Balin, and this one can be crushed easily.... ensure that only where you want it to be cut off. Any sword is famous knife level, as long as there is a vicious and outrageous cheat behaved as a lass boss of pride.

I just made sure the two of them are safe, and I look at the guy in the chain again. There, with anger and contempt as a princess.

"My lower leg. What do you do to my people?

The man in the chain stares at the scattered chain as he opens his mouth gently. He looked around him glued in such a way that he could not understand my appearance, and at the next moment he shouted, "Don't be ridiculous." Keep it up Me again... No, chain it up to us. Shortened chains that should have been slashed by me and lost their strength once, and chains that the big man in the chain hung on his shoulder, scattered chains like swarms of snakes, came upon him.

"It's ugly."

Cut it off in a nutshell, I run again.

We had to rip the chains that were coming at us. Now we cut them vertically, one by one. Not "horizontal" for each link in the chain, on the central vertical line. At the same time as it was slashed, all the connections were lost, and now it was time for the chains to be shattered and dispersed. I myself run around the Arthurs in circles, shattering all the chains that gather around me into pieces.

When I went around, there were no more chain-like objects, and everything turned into chains.

"Nah... nah... nah"

He opens his legs so that the man in the chain is speechless, slips down step by step, and stares at me with his eyes open enough to turn white. Naturally, the amateur would only have looked like the chain of places where I ran dispersed on its own.

I shake my leg crackling, and now I take the gun. He comes at me with both hands. Behind me are the Arthurs. There's no way to avoid it,... then.

I hold the sword strongly and stand. The man in the chain pulls the trigger thoughtfully, and the muzzle sprays fire.

"With predictability, you can see everything."

In me, Queen Lasbos Pride laughed.

Open your eyes firmly and wave your sword at the moment.

A flash killed and tore two bullets at the same time.

The moment I felt at ease, now the bullet disappeared as if it had scattered all over the floor avoiding me. There was so little other love, I was surprised myself.

Because I found out where and when the bullet would fly in an instant, as if it were in my hand.

The man also peels more eyes at the phenomenon in front of him and makes him run blood. He couldn't believe it, this time as long as the bullet lasts. Pampered, pampered, pampered! A dry, cheap sound sounded, this time swinging the sword several times in a row.

As if there was an invisible barrier in front of me, one bullet after another scattered across the floor. Cuckoo, he's finally out of ammo. Look with your eyes for any chains left, but there are no chain-shaped objects anywhere. I slowly walked over to him and now I took out the knife. Don't come, as he called me. Still, when I approached him, he made a noise this time asking his surrounding companions to help him. But most of them have already been solemnized by the Knights. Everyone is at their best just about themselves. Don't come swinging the knife. I called you not to come, and at last I wept and shook my lips and shouted at me.

"... this... Bakemon..."

It sounds nostalgic again, I think. I can't even shake my heart at all. Because I understand that better than anyone.

"... the fact that you have special abilities means that you are also a people of Friesia.... Too bad.

Speaking quietly to him, a palpable, knife-held hand trembled.... Also, one step closer.

"Come on, come on, you misstabbed me or you killed Teme with this hand."

"I won't kill you. My hands get dirty.

I laughed neatly at my words and then sneered. That's right, I meditate on my eyes for the first time to get rid of a guy suddenly bowing his head out of my sight.

Yes, the king basically shouldn't let himself get his hands dirty. It's not the same as saying execution. If it's not an emergency, like protecting yourself, it's outside of dyeing your hands with blood, like the game's pride.

And I am the first heir to the throne. The queen of the future.

So no matter how much he can't forgive, he can't get his hands on it directly. Even the ambush four years ago didn't kill anyone directly. It's a clean hand that I've been protecting.

So.

"I won't kill you, in my hands.

So proclaimed he, throwing the sword in his hand high into the universe before his eyes. A man leaves his mouth open and looks up at the sword spinning in the universe.

"The kingdom of Friesia is the queen, and the life of His Majesty Rosa Royal Ivy is" the annihilation of the organization. "

I open my eyes and tell him quietly looking straight at him. Yes, he is a people of our country, but more than that, the enemies of our people, and his fate, as ordained by the Queen.

"Solemnly clear, Captain Alan.

At the same time as my orders, a shadow popped towards the sword in the air. The unleashed sword returns to its rightful owner. He grabbed the sword and shook it up at the same time as he landed. It's too late when the guy in the chain notices.

Whatever you say.

He waved down his sword with a voice that he could play and a full grin that he didn't think was on the verge of solemnizing his enemies. A man's body dyes red with a flash.

Each body that was turned into two fell in, and the blood that erupted on my cheek.

"... Dear Jeanne.

Captain Alan, smiling nicely, looked back small at me as he dyed his white team clothes brilliantly red.

- From here, the destruction of the organization progresses rapidly by defeating the real main culprit.

"Ugh, wow...

- Except...

"You're so devastated. Let me pack a heavy corner. I just came. Come on.

From further above the rocks, a man laughs with his binoculars in one hand.

- That "annihilation" is also a Knights operation.

Look from the top at the rock on the cliff and mock its appearance.

"It's dark and it doesn't look good, but you're definitely getting attacked one way or another. Those white clothes are the Knights of Freesia, right?... Oh, no body.

- And it's going to be different from the Steeles' operation.

I removed my binoculars and identified that place where I would emit smoke just by sighting.

"Well, if it's a corner, you've come too, and let's lighten up the load a little bit and go home.... hey?"

- His, by virtue of morality.