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

"Pride. How are you doing? Please say anything you need.

Style peeks gently into my face.

"Sister, I look forward to tomorrow!

Tiara holds my hand and turns a full smile.

"Yeah, a little... nervous, though.

Take Tiara's hand, grinning bitterly at the style. I was just like, "It's okay. Because I'm here," he said, and Tiara said, "I'm sorry, too!" He raised his voice, and that only eased my anxiety a little.

But I wonder why.

I feel like we've both had a complicated look here lately for some reason.... Well, but I can't help but worry about you.

Tomorrow is my sixteenth birthday.

In this country, women are treated as "adult women" from the age of sixteen.

So tomorrow's birthday is a very special day for me too.

If the vessel as queen can't be shown on the spot, or if something goes wrong at all, it's not as bad a rumor as it has been. It can even be a mayhem that shakes the position of royalty.

Above all, as the initiator of the Alliance's Common Policy, which I have pursued so far today. And I have to give a speech as the general director of the school system to every eligible age child in our country.

The Alliance Common Policy is being pursued by my mother, who is now the queen on the boulder, but my mother left the majority of my country's school system to me. Of course, Prime Minister Jilbert and a few other people from the upper echelons, who are my father's aides, have also attached it to me because it would be difficult for me and Stayle alone.

"Tomorrow I will do my best to make sure that the Birthday Festival goes well.

Chancellor Gilbert, who finished the final adjustment, laughed at me as he wrapped up the material with his hands.

"Thank you, Chancellor Gilbert.

"No, because this is also for the people, for Lord Pride, for the royal family. As for the school system, I will be by my side at the time of the announcement. And...

Two, Prime Minister Jilbert's words break. When I twisted my neck, I glanced at the style behind me, gave him a slightly more complicated look, then said, "No, shall we not talk about this?" He greeted me and Stayle, Tiara, and left my room.

When I looked at the style wondering what it was, I had a somewhat dark look on my face and a light glance at the door that Chancellor Gilbert had left.

Speaking of which, today seemed to be less of a bite to Chancellor Jilbert of Steele than usual... Could Stayle be in worse shape than I am? Tiara also stares at Style with a worrying look on her face.

"... Style,... are you okay?

"!... sorry, I was thinking a little bit.... It's okay.

That's what you said and smiled at me, but I'm still not well. Is it possible that Stayle is also nervous about tomorrow?... in which case it's because I'm too unreliable.

"Then it's time for me to go work with Arthur. What do you do, Pride?

"Because I have final adjustments for tomorrow. Tell Arthur I'll be glad to see him tomorrow.

Style, with a slightly relieved look on my words, returns "ok" as it is. Tiara said, "Me too... you're going to check the dress in your room" and went back to the room.

... I knew there was something wrong with us both...

……

"... to the point of becoming. The messenger of the kingdom of Friesia whom you are rumored to be famous… No, the" delivery man "?

The kingdom of Yabulan.

This country, which takes two days to reach by foot from the Kingdom of Friesia, is a small country that has only recently formed an alliance with Friesia.

between the thrones in the castle of that small country.

As royalty and guards gather, two men kneel before the king and two small shadows. Despite being in front of the king, he covered himself softly to the head with a robe, a man whose concealed mouth was also wrapped with cloth, and a little shadow on both sides. He covered himself with a robe to the head, and his face could see nothing.

The deliveryman, the man called, nodded silently at the king's words, and received with respect the letter which was passed through the guard from the king's hand as it was.

"Tomorrow is the birthday of the First Princess of the Kingdom of Friesia, His Highness the Pride Royal Ivy. Unfortunately, my country can't come to the birthday, but I made them prepare something to celebrate. I'd like you to have the product delivered to me, too... Can I have it, please? I'll have a carriage if I have to.

To the king's words, the delivery man nods.

Using his special abilities, it's easy to carry anything of any weight. Upon checking a number of the goldsmith's dispensaries prepared by the king, the delivery man opened one of the bags he had carried himself. Open your tied mouth and let out of it is dirt sand with no philosophy whatsoever.

The soil of the deliveryman defiled the floor, which was luxuriously dusty. And he snaps his fingers as he grabs his arms by the little shadows on both sides.

At the same time as the sound of pattiness, the earthen mass stiffened, and stopped in a wide, loud rug-like fashion. The courier instructs the soldier to place the object of celebration there with the movement of his hand. Heavy condiments made of gold and silver said that it was finally the weight of lifting every single soldier, but the rug didn't get one crack no matter how much he put on it. All you have to do is get everything on board and then move every dirt rug to carry it.

When he saw it, the king snuck his chest dancing, saying it was like a flying carpet that he would only hear in a picture book. The king opens his mouth again as he watches the soldiers pile the celebrated goods onto a dirt rug.

"Yet His Royal Highness the First Princess is sixteen, huh? Surely in your country...

As king, I have some grasp of the culture and rules of my allies. With his proud beard in his hand, the king recalls the teachings of the kingdom of Friesia.

"Although I heard that upstream women, including royalty, would prescribe fiancées at age sixteen. Especially on Birthday Day if you are royal..."

Pickie

Suddenly, there was a crack in the carpet of dirt that could not have been anything, no matter how much weight of conditioning was loaded.

A tiny shadow overflowed with breathtaking sounds, and a noticed delivery man repaired the dirt crack with his ability in a quick attack.

The soldier worried that the weight was already at its limit, but the delivery man indicated with his hand that it was okay to put him on board. The king leaned his neck to the way it was. "Then tomorrow will be a day to remember. Tell the queen and the first princess how nice you are," he told the delivery man.

The delivery man and the little shadow thanked the king and turned their backs.

The carpet, which finished loading the offerings, slipped smoothly on the ground and carried the loads quietly without shaking them.