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

"You like to hurt the weaker than yourself... more than once, more than ever..."

When I heard your mother's words, I remembered eight years ago.

Crying to me that I would be the worst queen ever. I hoped you'd kill me, then.

All this time, I didn't know what Pride was so frightened of.

Just the moment Pride apparently froze himself in those words of his mother… one hypothesis came to mind.

If Pride had made the same prediction as her mother eight years ago.

I don't know exactly what kind of future.

How does such a kind pride hurt people? For example, I thought my mother might have made a mistake when she saw the men who had been trafficked, Elvin and Homer in a fragmented prediction.... but Pride's back was clearly upset then. As if, you remember something.

If, at the time, the eight year old Pride made predictions, he would continue to be frightened by them, then he would be convinced.

... and the anger that seeped Pride's up to unusual hatred for that Elvin and Homer.

As the same royalty, those two certainly are not allowed to do their jobs. If those two hadn't been Prince Leon and done that business to Pride, surely I would have strangled them without waiting for a strangle. Pride is also the most angry.

But this was the first time that the pride of forgiveness and mercy had ever stripped away so much anger and hatred, forgiving Jilbael and even Val the sinner who had betrayed his country.

Those two spreading Prince Leon's bad reviews, planting false values, throwing the First Prince into the tavern with pills and trying to fall into it.... it's a big enough crime. But I still felt uncomfortable with that pride rage.

... Pride said. When those two become foolish enough kings to tilt their country into the future. And when I came to Prince Leon for help.

However, it is only an "undetermined future" … a sin that we have not yet committed.

But what if eight years ago Pride, who predicted his future, hated that figure so much that he wanted to kill himself?

Likewise, is the pride that predicted those two's future... something that could easily be forgiven for their future work...?

"... Pride. I'm not as sensitive to emotional subtleties as Tiara or Arthur.

I still change my complexion to stiff pride in my questioning, overlapping words. The surface of the teacup as she held it continued to ripple.

"But if it's about pride… I'm going to understand it for myself, … and I want to understand it better.

The three days that Prince Leon and Pride spent, Arthur noticed Pride's manicured smile and eventually, thanks to Tiara, he was able to discover the true meaning of Pride.

In addition, in the carriage earlier, Val ended up hearing outrageous rumors that led him to know that Pride was not in love with Prince Leon.... I haven't been able to get inside her by myself yet.

That's why right now, from the front, I want to face Pride.

"Please, let me tell you a little bit about your heart. I'll accept everything, no matter what you think.

Now it's time to deliver the word, tell Pride willingly. Pride breathed into my words and bit his lips thinly. He placed the wave-beating cup of the surface with his trembling hand and squeezed his hand down hard as it was.

... those eyes were shaking badly.

"... eh.... I, ha...

To avoid turning away from me, my gaze closed once and for all and opened again. And quietly, I shook that voice.

"... Huh... heh... I was...

Poop, and words float the universe. Can't hear you clearly, "Pride? When I asked him back, he gave him his face once and turned his crying eyes to me.

Sorry, he apologized to me first, grabbed the tablecloth, and squeezed it tight.

"... I couldn't forgive you...!

At the same time as the biting word, Shizuku finally overflowed from Pride's eyeballs.

"Eh... the future,... I know...!... it wasn't really just that...!... because of those two, innocent liquor store people, leon haha...! Yet... those two... never get judged...!... so, so much..."

Like cutting a weir, Pride's fierceness becomes his voice and avalanches in.

The polarity and overflowing tears represented how much she was indulging in the emotions. He covered his face with both hands as if it had been his mother earlier, and still, from that gap, he had begun to zero a large number of drops.

Hiku, hiku makes my chest ache to the pride that gradually creaks up. I rose from my chair and moved to the side of my pride to stroke its back. When I slowed down, wanting him to talk, Pride shook my hand of those who hadn't turned it around on his back and nodded sobbing.

... She has always been the one who pushes and kills and keeps accumulating only her spiciness. Eight years ago, all the time.

Pride told me every word.

Those two princes could have woken up, looking like the future.

That the man of the liquor store, without any sin, who was with Prince Leon, was made a sinner by two princes who knew his innocence, … and as a result they were all executed.

That Prince Leon was heartbroken and badly heartbroken about it.

And ultimately the kingdom of Anemone was devastated, a future in which the two princes continued to sit on the throne of the royal family with no blame whatsoever but to cede the throne.

I was surprised that Pride had made so many predictions, but more than that, his princes' work in the future sparked anger and willingness to kill.

What, that dumb bastard?

As the same royalty, it's an unforgivable place to work.

It's not an exaggeration, it's the worst future for the kingdom of Anemone.

Is it true that Pride endured that wrath all the time?

"... I can't forgive you... it hasn't even happened yet...!... but... you know, I... I hated them...

The sleeve of his hand, which covered the face of his overweeping pride, was wet.

It was as if I could not forgive those two princes as well as myself for hating it.

I don't know much about the power of prediction.

Nor have I heard from Pride how he sees the future in detail.

But if pride sees so much of the future so vividly, … her suffering is immeasurable.

As my mother predicted a bad future for pride, and then kept pride away.

Nor will Pride know what they do and take it lightly as a mere possibility.

What happens in the future cannot be judged until it happens.

Such a great sin that she could not forgive even sinners and traitors.

Even that, she can't judge.

Just one on that chest. More wounds unknown to anyone.

I just can't stand it.

Pride, … and your mother.

"... unforgivable... even if uncertain... and... hurt, the future will destroy... the country, the future...!... hurt the people, my loved ones... the future..."

Whimpering mingled, the words of pride continuing to zero in tears and words were as if they were gushing from the bottom of the chest.

... really, is this just about Elvin and Homer?

He continued to whimper for a while, and his crying pride roughed up its voice so that it would spit everything out at the end.

"I am...! To those two..." I overlapped... "

I doubt your ears.

Everything but thoughts has stopped with those words that I shouted out loud.

Your pride? Why are you overlapping yourself with those two worst possible kings?

Even though I saw the same prediction as my mother, "Why from the future of becoming a human being who hurts the weak?"

Why overlap yourself with those two men who could have overthrown the country, hurt a sinless people, and become an indelible king enough to create indelible wounds in someone's heart?

Why does she despise herself so much?

... or is it that Pride predicted a worse future?

I don't even know what my mother looks like.

Impossible. There is no way that Pride could be such a person. Must be some mistake.

But even if I wanted to pursue it further, I was hesitant any more to the pride of blaming myself strongly in front of me and crying.... It feels like an act of sticking a knife through an ancient wound.

... so I am.

Turn the hand you were reaching for to rub your back against her.

I turned my hand further opposite, which was held in her soft hand, hugging her from behind.

I suddenly had a small breath zero out of her mouth because of the hug. Extend your arms as long as you can reach them and hug her with all your own body.

If you buried your face on that luxurious shoulder, her soft crimson hair fell on her face and her little ears reached her mouth.

Whimpering stops from her mouth as surprised. "Ste... il...?" My name is spinning, and that only makes my chest hot at that word that I should be used to hearing.

"It's okay, Pride. You will never be like those two.

Pride raises his face in his arms. He even stops reddening his ears and wiping his eyes, and he's still making his ears clear to my words.

"I'll risk my life. But I'll prove it.

Hiccups, hiccups, and squeaky noises are the only ones that rattle her throat.

I'm distorted. Because even Pride's so spicy crying face makes me happy to be alone.

"You are more beautiful, noble and merciful than anyone else.... and gentle.

Because of that pride, we want to believe and protect it.

"I... we're on. In case you do, we'll stop you.

Yes, there are many people who defend their pride… who wish to protect them. Nothing else, someone she attracted with her own charm.

"Naturally I can't forgive those two. Because now you have a vessel that should be the queen, to the point where you cannot forgive that foolishness and remember your anger from the heart.

Pride grabs a thin finger on my arm that spins gently. The squeak fits in little by little. Those ears are listening to me as I turn my gaze straight over.

"Please, don't blame yourself. And please don't hold me in. Please... look at you more and trust me.

... and Pride replied just to me by the throat. Even this voice feels loving, and my mouth gets loose.

"... right, I'm here. Absolutely, I'm on your side.

"... yeah.

Zzz, and I can hear you sipping your nose adorably. Pride returned it to me with a small tear from my throat. I moistened my eyes bright red, and my pride slowly turned back towards me.

We looked at each other at close range and each other's noses bumped into each other.

"uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

I accidentally flaunt the soft feel of my nose and fly away from my pride.

Close, too close, eyes of pride, nose, lips right there...

Blood rapidly and violently crosses the whole body, as if it had been paralyzed until just now. I can see my face getting hot myself. Pride is opening his eyes like a surprise and leaning his little neck towards me.

What, what, what, what have I been doing?

Both arms holding pride hurt. Her temperature was still over her clothes. Yeah, I got my pride in my hand. Now...

"Oh, I'm sorry, Pride..."

Shit, I can't complain no matter how misguided I am to do this to Pride, who has just dissolved her engagement, such as hold her from behind to poke her sister and brother in the boulder. If you suck, it's bigger than Prince Leon's bad reviews.

"... heh.... Thanks, Style.

... pretend, her grin as soft as a hua zeroed.

He hid his mouth small and at the tip of his hand, narrowing his moist eyes and laughing at me. Her cheeks, which had become red because of her crying, were faintly fragrant.

My heart hurts.

I feel a vibration as if someone is beating me with their fists from the inside of my body. My body temperature rises too high and my head grabs. He was grasping the eagle to hold his chest with his right hand if he unconsciously noticed.

"It's good to hear from Stayle.... I will continue to rely on you.

She laughs as she wipes away the tears in her eyes with her fingertips. He pointed a dazzling smile at me from the front, his heart pounding again.

"I can't believe you even said the same thing about Arthur.

"Arthur and...?

I'm surprised by Arthur's name on the pretend. What exactly is the same thing…? "Yeah." he nodded with all his strength, tilting his neck like his pride lit at the same time, laughing.

"Besides, he said the style is strong and smart, so it would be absolutely safe to stay by his side the whole time.

... sloppy.

I'm not sure myself for some reason, but I feel like I lost to Arthur. I don't know you praised me that way. I don't even know if the redness in my face is because of Pride anymore or because of Arthur.

"... Me too, it's time to go back to your room. Call me on the signal whenever you need anything. I'll be by your side in a minute.

Hold down the edge of the glasses to hide the fire lights on your face and walk towards the door. With a renewed determination at the bottom of my heart in my heart.

It was when I hung my hand on the door and tried to close the door by putting Marie, Lotte and Jack the Kingsguard, the samurai who was outside the room instead, inside Pride's room. "Ah... Style!" He sees pride as he is heard from pride and peers through the gap.

"Thank you so much.... Love it.

I feel blood flow rising on my head. I know, as much as I don't have anything else to do.

Still, my head is about to explode into the destructive power of that word of pride. Hold down your glasses to hide your reddened face and lean down, and say, "Me too." Keep the door shut to the guards, and I'll leave Pride's room behind.

... where we were going, it was decided.