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

"... hey, why do I have to carry this?

In front of the carriage.

A quiet Val voice was directed at the knights and to the style.

"We won't have a choice because Alan and Eric are taking it in with Arthur. There's no way the upstream merchant's column or I can carry the load.

Val sighs all over the style ordering you to move your hand because it's good. Sefek and Chemetho walk behind Val carrying a load from the rented room to the carriage back and forth. "I'll have one, too!" "Lend it to them because it's good," but there's no sign of giving up the load to them all the time.

"So, so! Well, Pra... then, Master Jeanne is on her cheek..."

"Book or Arthur, you're not much of a shock!

"Then why was everyone so blushing when I got off the carriage?"

Arthur was stuffed by Alan and Eric with his face bright red.

The two of them were watching Pride and Leon from the carriage driver's seat, so they missed the decisive moment in the carriage. Not only Alan for all sorts of speculation and imagination from the noise heard in the carriage, but Eric the Firm also missaw driving time and time again.

The columns and styles we were in the carriage with have also not been able to ascertain the exact spot where they were mouthed because they were directly behind the pride and in the same rule of the cheek that Leon mouthed.

"~ So...! Then ask him directly."

I have to carry him, too, so Eric and Alan catch Arthur trying to escape one hand at a time. I resist desperately trying to escape, thinking it would be best if they screamed, "You can't hear me."

After the carriage moved, Pride remained relieved with his face bright red for a while. Leon's color incense, who is in charge of color in the game, was also struck by it, but it was a big statement that he was mouthed right next to his mouth and "who was his first love". Still being stirred up by two samurai, sitting in a chair prepared by the carriage without getting their heads sorted out. "Thank you", "It's okay" and so on. It's better than just right after I was able to respond. By the time I got out of the carriage, I had walked but remained completely relieved.

As soon as he arrived, he jumped out of the carriage driver's seat. It was brilliantly corpse-consuming inside when Alan and Eric opened the door.

"By the book... by the heart,... bad..." said the First Prince's style, leaning down with his face lit by fire as he grabbed his own chest.

"Yabe... breathing... wow it's still bugging me..." Arthur, a Kingsguard knight who makes his face bright red and his breath rough as he stuffs his breath and stays in the escort position.

Column of Captain Elite Knight of the 3rd Squad, holding a flaming head with a "head... hot..." but letting him lean against his seat to support his relaxed pride from falling.

The three of them and the pride's burning enthusiasm made the carriage burn.

Hurry Give Pride and Stayle a hand to lower the carriage and let them rest Alan and Eric called the maid who should be waiting in the room to leave the two to them.

Stayle managed to regain his composure after receiving cold water from the samurai, but his pride still doesn't even heal the blush.

After Pride and Style, they also spoke to the column and Arthur who pulled them down from inside the carriage, but the column said, "I am! Nah... nothing! I haven't seen it," he said, leaving his face bright red to check the room's luggage, and fled to the inn.

Both Alan and Eric knew that columns were not good at that kind of topic, and furthermore that would not even allow them to be asked questions rather than answered in pride-related stories. And Arthur, who was running late rather than left behind... was targeted.

I knew I was just as bad at that topic on top of my wife as I was on the column, but when I tried to talk to her, she yelled "It wasn't my mouth" at the opening, so she became the feather to blame the two of them for the questions as they were.

"Well, then Alan and Eric would be fine looking straight at each other."

Arthur, who is about to die after two seniors blame him for the embarrassing content, finally yells.

We both swallowed our words at Arthur's inquiry and the question was interrupted. While driving the carriage, the two full of heads over what happened between Pride and Leon can also easily imagine what would have happened if they had looked directly at it.

"Arthur."

Combined, Style, who was leaning on his relieved pride, invites Arthur in his name. Arthur also greeted the two separately, and now it was time to rush out to Style.

"... thank God.

Squeeze not to sound small and stand beside the style as it is. Answering with a breath of gratitude from Arthur, Style moved a few meters straight to a place where he could not get into the eyes of his relieved pride. Eric and Alan, who no longer had anyone to question, were unable to begin adjusting and preparing the carriage. I don't have much luggage originally, and probably the next thing I know, it's the last one Val's gonna bring.

"... really... what is it?

"? What.

If asked in a whisper and looked back, Arthur twists his neck, rarely distracted from every face for the style. Even though he was more calm than anyone until just now, I could see his face gradually getting red, and Arthur guessed before he heard the next word.

"Ah... to my sister, Prince Leon... mouths...

I got a little fever myself in the corner, but I get stuck again. If it weren't for this place, I'd be pushing my fist all over my head.

He yells, "Hey, hey, hey, hey," as Arthur accidentally hides the redness to himself, and then hurries to see if Alan and Eric have noticed. The column was accidentally noticed in the carriage, but I want to avoid being seen speaking without respect to Style, who is royal.

"Heh... properly, it was cheeky. Wow, that was critical.

I told you many times in the carriage. and whispered back, covering his mouth with one hand to hide his flaming face.

"... I didn't know this would happen at the end of the day...

The style covers the mouth with just the fingertips of both hands to be inspired by Arthur.

"........................... Sister, what if you fell in love with Prince Leon earlier.

Boosh. Arthur's expression changes to the words of Style, who grumbled. I certainly can't help but think so when I look at that lit complexion of pride and the blurred look on his face.

Arthur also utters words in a slight hurry as he alternates between Style and the pride that still sits out over there and says, "No way, no way..."

"In the end, Prince Leon was a good prince who loved his country and his people. But it is impossible for you, my sister who will be queen of our country, to be united with Prince Leon, who will be king of the kingdom of Anemone. I'm sure you've been deciding to cancel your engagement since you predicted it. But no matter what he thought, Prince Leon told his sister that he was his first love. If you're just going to say" it was my first love, "I'm sure there's some sort of organization in Prince Leon... but what happens to you, sister? Such a perfect innocence, such a mouthful from Prince White, an immune sister, not less than you favor Prince Leon..."

"Don't do that. You're going all the way to me! Don't say anything more, please."

Arthur desperately strikes down the words of Style, who begins to expose his anxiety with little breath.

"... my sister you are also a woman. I'm sure there are feelings for men like that, regardless of their status or whether they fulfill it or not.

Arthur's shoulders trembled at the words of Steele, whining quietly overflowing. Yes, it's not just Pride itself, it's not even zero chance of being deprived of that heart of Pride.

As Arthur pulls his mouth together again, the style overlaps words further.

"Sister, I wish you had a chest ache in dissolving your engagement with Prince Leon after this has been sorted out... and now I should be afraid of that as my sister's assistant and as my brother.... and yet.

Ha..., and suddenly a loud sigh is thrown out of Style's mouth.

When Arthur was surprised by the feeling of sudden interruption of tension, suddenly the style sat down with both hands covering his face. My glasses are pulled back into my hands and I go up to the top of my forehead.

Arthur suddenly calls out in a whisper, "Oh... hey," but the style stays down and doesn't move. Instead the words in the weak voice of the style, which I hear for a long time, have leaked out.

"... my sister you are... disengaged...,... and I have a self that I can't help but appease.

Arthur doubts his ears at the words of Style, who growls and groans like a child.

If you look, it was bright red like an uncovered ear applied with both hands. Naturally, even in public, I laugh unexpectedly at the appearance of zeroing "how belly black I am..." while the style that I have been behaving as an adult for a long time behaves like a child.

"You too...

Buha, he laughs and sits himself on the spot, turning his arm around the shoulder of the still leaning style. "You're pathetic," he chuckled, shaking to cheer up as it was.

Whatever choice Pride made, he believed in it, supported it, and was ready and determined to remain together until the end. Stayle and Arthur were all along.

Even if I married Leon and the two of them loved each other in the true sense. Wish you both happiness, be prepared and determined to support you.

After this, it's unlikely that Pride will be in love with Leon and have a chest ache to dissolve his engagement.

Still, now.

I was just so happy with the fact that Pride no longer belonged to anyone else.

We could not grasp each other's emotional names, their contours, and we cleared our ears to the heartbeat of our breasts that floated without even knowing why.

"... what kind of guy would you like if your next fiancée came out?

"Clean and clean, no priors, no betrayal, no women's play, I love my sister sincerely, I think of my country like you and Prince Leon, I turn my head more than me and Jilbert, and I don't have to think about it if you're a stronger man than you.

Ideally high, Arthur slaps Style on the shoulder with a laugh. He stroked his head like an eagle and replied, "Me too".

"... Arthur.... you ste... you're close to Master Philip.

"Dear Mr. Stayle, how are you feeling?

Arthur suddenly sees signs from behind.

I accidentally forgot the place and talked to Stayle as usual. Soon two senior knights disappeared and came from the carriage to their own backs.

"Mr. Eric..." he raised his voice and, as it were, no, this forgives Arthur as Eric waves "it's okay" trying to make an excuse. "Arthur has been intimate with Master Steele for five years now because he is famous among the Knights.," he was lightly exposed, "eh" he said. But it doesn't matter. Alan's going after him.

"This is the first time I've seen you speak to Master Stayle without a word of respect.

"Arthur is fresh because even the recruits are still a tribute to those who enlisted in the Knights before themselves, right?

Alan nodded, "Uh, I know," at Eric's words.

"Uh... so what about Captain Column...?

"I know. I know. The column's away from Arthur's room, too, and you don't even know how to talk to a boulder.

I just found out. I can't say to boulders. I get kind of embarrassed and desperately try to enjoy my face getting hot again.

It is quite embarrassing to be seen in front of the seniors how to speak vegetarians while there are many opponents in the Knights who also speak respectfully.

As it was, "Arthur five years ago. What a lot more rambling talk, though," Alan told me, and now it's time for Arthur to blush again.

"... since when have you two been there?

Arthur and Alan, I managed to cool the fire lights on my face during Eric's questioning. I raised my face as if nothing had happened to the style. Hang the eyeglasses straight up to your forehead again at your fingertips.

"Earlier. Did you also hear it from your next fiancée...?

I'm sorry, and while Eric bowed his head, I honestly answered a sentence I heard. Make sure of that, and Stayle breathes quietly. I don't have a lot of trouble getting asked from there.

"For once, please keep what you just saw and heard secret.... Well, I'm not in much trouble.

Originally when we tried to Arthur to the Kingsguard knights, it was now even better for Style, who was going to cross swords with each other to make public that we were close.

More than that, it's a big problem for Style to know that in front of his best friend, Arthur, he's going to throw up real and weak noises.

Alan and Eric reply to Style's words, the first prince. I slapped Arthur's shoulder in all sorts of shock and now vice versa, two or three times from the one on the steer.

"Let's go, Arthur. My sister is waiting for you.

Oops, and Arthur, who still can't shed redness, rises.

While Alan crouched his head and stroked him, and Eric slapped him in the back.