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

"Sister! Welcome back, brother."

Tiara jumped into my chest, coming out of the throne room with Bafu. Seeing that smile on the full face kind of makes me feel so relieved just that.

I hear Tiara waited for us to come out with the guards and the samurai.

"I'm home, Tiara.

"Were you being a good boy?

Upon receiving Tiara, the style stroked Tiara's head. Tiara is so cute laughing like she feels good.

"Yeah, I was being clever in your room.

Any rewards? and Steele smiled unexpectedly back at Tiara, who often laughed back at Steele with her face.

"Sorry, Tiara. I really wanted to see you sooner, because I had to report it to your mother first.

"No! I'm the one who's sorry I couldn't welcome you the most. I became obsessed with reading in your room.

That's how Tiara holds my hand. Keep saying, "I want to hear a lot of stories soon! Say," I made sure Tiara pulled me over and headed to my room with Stayle.

Because of all the problems in the kingdom of Anemone, that part was successfully hidden by the Style and told Tiara only the main points.

And of course, Tiara was most surprised...

Sister, have you dissolved your fiancée?

... Again, this is it.

"Yeah, it is. Because Leon has to be king of the kingdom of Anemone.

Answer Tiara's reaction as expected, laughing bitterly. Though I'm sorry they were both expecting a love bana with me and Leon in the corner.

Tiara gave a slightly thought out look and said, "Then again, … do you mean your sister decides to have a new fiancée?," he tilted his neck.

"Yeah.... but I also told my mother there was no need to hurry. Still, I'm not studying enough to inherit the queen.

At first, my mother said she would soon find a fiancée, but it's actually pretty hard to find a royal fiancée… and even more so a person who will be the next king's mate. If it's going to be another engagement between countries or something, it's going to be an extra delicate issue. There is a risk that the way the fiancée is elected will change itself as a result of this incident, and it will be difficult at the earliest for a year or two.

"If you're a sister, you'll find someone nice next time!

Absolutely! And I thank Tiara for returning a bitter laugh without thinking that she would say it forcefully. Well, before me...

"... Well, take! Now it's time for me to go back to your room!

Suddenly Tiara got up from her chair with her hips up. What, already? I speak out unexpectedly. Even though we're usually enough to be together all day.

"I think your sister and brother have just returned and you're tired, and..."

Once I cut the words, Tiara turned to me a little embarrassed.

"You don't have to have a monopoly all the time today, and your sister is" our sister.

See you at dinner! and Tiara greets me and Stayle and leaves the room to skip mating. I don't know, I think they said something very cute right now.

With Tiara's cuteness lit up a little to me, then today was the time I tried to speak up to Style about keeping it open with this much.

"Pride."

He is called out of the style in a slightly calm tone and looks at him.

"... may I have a few more?

Stile's pitch-black eyes stared at me as he sucked in. Take a breath without a peep or hesitant glance. "What could it be...?" He managed to make a smile and gave it back, and the style breathed with a small shoulder.

"Mother's... prediction.

Vickingly, the body reacts to Style's words. Mother's words just now. When I become a person who likes and hurts the weak in the future. Everyone who was there listened to the words.

No way, when I heard that, Style felt that possibility for me this time, and I doubted it.

I could no longer read the expression of the style I should have already grasped, and included tea in my mouth to delude me into being nervous.

"... Pride could not forgive former Second Prince Elvin and former Third Prince Homer for the same reasons as her mother...?

... eh.

In the mouth of a heavily open style, to the words… I twisted my neck without understanding.... I wonder what the hell that means.

Style goes on to say the words as I perceived that I didn't understand the intent.

"Because it felt like Pride... held something... like a very strong hatred against those two at that time.

... dokun.

Suddenly, my heart rattled with its core.

I don't have much word for the shock. I couldn't even make an excuse to keep my mouth subtly open "ah... er..."

My eyes are swimming, incredibly, even myself. If you realize it, your vision wanders at will, and you don't even know where you are for a moment now.

At the same time, I felt the heat in the depths of my chest, which I should have hidden until just now, starting to boil again with two.

... was noticed.

The anger that boiled up from the bottom of my chest.

The depths that began to boil in me were painful and twisted to be squeezed.