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

"Oh... hey! Wait a minute."

Chasing a tiny back leaving early enough with a tantrum tantrum and a knight of escorts. Even as I raised my voice, its back continued into the castle without stopping.

He compared me and her to the way I tried to stop him, confused as to whether the guards around him should pull her off. But if I tell you to stand down by my hand, the guard will stand down, and she will pass by with those little legs.

shaking her white, thin arms back and forth and wavy golden hair bound together she

Tiara Royal Ivy

My second princess under two. It's that pride fruit sister.

"Wait! What did I do to you?"

Think of it, I've barely had a conversation with her before. Words were put in place, and if I shouted so, her legs tread loudly on the floor before stopping.

'... don't get me wrong. You're not allowed to do everything your sister did.'

Giving me words, all I could do was say nothing to Pride, who had left across the gate, and drop him off, Princess Tiara whispered so with her mouth alone, smiling to drop off Pride and Prince Style.

"Even if your sister forgives me..."

For a moment, I also doubted if it was her word. Never before have I met anything other than the day I first met her about what she had told me. But if you turn your face, surely the words were spinning from her lips like buds. And as soon as the gate closed and the prides were completely blocked. She turned toward me like she cut a weir, and roughed her voice to represent anger all over her body.

"I... hate it, so..."

I don't even know why they said that all of a sudden. I did commit a lot of disrespect to my pride. I am also aware that she as well as Prince Steele and the Kingsguard knights are still alert with that.... and on top of that, you're moving for our country.

But what did I do to herself?

"Her Royal Highness Princess Tiara II!

Catch up, raise your voice. Reaching directly behind her and then stopping, she shivered her little two-handed clench and turned to me with momentum.

Turning her face red with anger, she tied her lips so hard that they distorted, lifting her soft eye area to the limit.

He stared at me with his eyes so as to suppress his desire to make his voice absurd again, and finally opened his mouth.

"Shima... a lot, I did"

Clearly a light voice hit me in the brain. … is this the answer to 'What have I done to you'? If she thinks so with a strange and calm head, Princess Tiara speaks out again in such a way that she has not yet said enough.

"Dear Sister... Princess Pride is a very, very dear princess to me, to my brother, to the knights and to the people of our country! She's a big sister to me, and she's important to the people I care about! Yet……………"

Roughing her voice as if what she had been enjoying had been ripped off, she nevertheless pulled her mouth together again so that she could swallow the rest… and finally opened that little mouth only once more to its limits.

"Silly, sweet, sweet."

... As soon as she shouted it, Princess Tiara held her mouth with both hands as if she had disturbed her statement. As I dyed my face even more red, it was now time to rush away from the scene without looking back.

Apparently, there are more enemies against me personally than I thought.

I understood that as I dropped him off with my stopping back as he got smaller. In the meantime, Princess Tiara's earlier words overlapped… those previously bathed in pride.

"Big Hate"

... This is the second time a woman has told me she hates someone else directly, etc.

Pride for the first time. The second time is Princess Tiara.

I have never been told such words in person.

Yet I didn't expect to be allowed to bathe twice in the last few days. Plus, all the sisters in the same royal family, etc.

... of pride, I envied the strength.

How could you do that without getting lost?

Not like me just being protected, that strength just seemed dazzling.

"You too.... Now you can't spare no time.

What is the meaning of that word?

Simply embarrassing my stupidity the day I first met you? Or...

"Spare me, or...

... what can I do?

If I dropped my gaze on my fist, only my helpless hands were there.

It's the hands of the weak who have never been able to grasp it from themselves, even if it has been grasped many times.

Even now, I won't be ready for anything in time for tomorrow.

That's all I've been lazy about.

... Anyway, it won't arrive again.

……

Shaken by horses, crossing the border.

Passing under the castle and reaching the castle for the second time to see it, many horses and soldiers stood side by side there before the castle gate.... They picked us up.

And he's riding that leading horse and looking to us.

"... you kept me waiting, Yoan.

"It's me.

King Joan Lynne Dwight.

The king of the kingdom of Chinensis wore armor to make up for the fineness of its lines, and there he was.

The neutral impression we had met before was a masculine, riddled look and appearance, as if it were a lie.

While on the horse, King Lance gently hit his fist against King Yoan's shoulder as he escorted the horse to next door to King Yoan. Armor bumped into each other and sounded kang lightly.

"You look fine and relieved. Have you slept a little since then?

"A little. Are you the one who got some rest?

You don't have to worry about me, I saw King Lance breathe, and if I peeked into King Joan's complexion too, it certainly seemed to be more bloody than it was yesterday.

That was true when we met again yesterday on footage, but we were both surprisingly calm. The conversation feels as if we've only seen each other for a long time. I don't think we were so worried about each other.

After thinking that far, I immediately rethought after staring at the two of them up close.... I guess I'm just suppressing sentiment as a king now. Both King Joan, who laughs softly at the evidence, and King Lance, who fisted his shoulder,... because his hands were shaking a little. Even King Joan, who has a better complexion, has slightly moistened back of thin edge glasses if you look closely.

There's no way I'd be happy. I haven't been able to protect anything yet.

In the forthcoming battle, the kingdom of Chinesis could become a dependent state. King Joan may lose his life.

The kingdom of Sursis may be involved and made a dependent state together. Around the corner, I woke up out of indifference. King Lance could be dead this time.

As a king, I cannot be cheaply overjoyed.

Until then, when it's all over.

Then King Joan turned to me as he accidentally noticed my gaze. A lively returning neutral face is turned and followed for a moment. King Lance also looked back smaller at me so that I could be fished by it, and laughed.

"Yoan, once I see you too, I'll introduce you. The First Princess of the Kingdom of Friesia, who received our reinforcements. His Highness the Pride Royal Ivy. And sitting beside you is His Royal Highness Prince Stale Royal Ivy.

After King Lance also introduces us to the Knights as it flows, we also greet him again. King Joan gazed at me, then murmured with his mouth, "Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Pride..." The neutral face, which should have been smiling, tightens.

"His Majesty King Joan.... let's both survive.

Approach every horse and reach out. Then he immediately received the hand and shook it. I feel firm strength over the armor and rudely realize again that you are still a man.

However, soon afterwards I looked at King Chirali and Lance with only my eyes and then turned my gaze back on me, feverish to ask.... You want to ask King Lance if he's talking about the blood oath. When I strengthened the power of the hand I held without changing my expression, I lay down my eyes for the first time and exhaled, as I had guessed.

"It's all right, Your Majesty.... because we will never lose.

If you say that and make me laugh, King Joan raised his face. After a slightly surprised look, I stared at you if I pointed to my Knights with my gaze, … he finally laughed softly.

"Now let's hurry up and put the knights and soldiers in each position. Time is already running out until dawn. In the meantime, each squad will want to confirm and rewash their operations.

Style speaks up, and we snort at it. From now on, we will be splitting up with each of our correspondents.

In order to ensure the protection of the kingdom of Chinensis by collaborating while connecting with the telecommuters.

If the night dawns, that will signal the showdown.

... and tomorrow morning defense battle. That far exceeds my expectations.

The war will change.