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

"Dear Stayle,... Why put Val in my mansion?

After we lost contact with each other, Jill Bale hurled at me quietly. Anger creeps up in vain just listening to the word. Perhaps you know to some extent that I will be blamed for this from now on.... The truth is, I wanted to say it carefully after the defensive battle. But I can't help it anymore. You just have to finish the conversation before Pride gets here.

"Because I thought I would.

If I made myself clear, Jill Bale's mouth stopped open to Russia. He's staring at me, trying to wait and consolidate. I have no choice but to keep my word.

"Ever since I heard you ruled out thieves to our country, I've had my predictions. I would definitely end the most annoying man, or soften up.

That's what I say and point straight at Jill Bale.

It's about this man, I'm sure he seared out a snitch with his eyes. Ever since Uncle Vest and Jilbert were behind the United Hanazoo kingdom, Koitz has been trying to get rid of intruders with his own hands. If, then, one sees it somewhere among his enemies, one always tries to do something about Jill Bale that gets in the way.

Yet with this man, it will always be a hella, a hella, a hella.

If you do that, it will be you or your family, Maria or Stella, who will be most at risk.

Moreover, Jilbel was also to come to the United Kingdom of Hanazoo this time as Tiara's escort. Then there is a good chance that Jilbert will be in danger to Maria and the others while he is away.

Yet if you ask Uncle Vest, he only sent one correspondent from the castle, except for the guards of his mansion. How much I wanted to yell at you to send a knight if you were a correspondent at least.

One or two people might be able to do something with a guard, but not with a large number of opponents or with vicious weapons or special abilities. There's no way Jill Bale wouldn't know that. But he pretended not to know, he pretended not to notice, and he kept turning his attention to the castle, to the royalty, so that the people could not bear any burden...

The more I thought about it, the more my belly boiled back like lava.

Did you also distort my face so easily that Jill Bale looked at me and said, "Dear Stayle...? I called it." I want to punch you in the face right now.

How much I've rooted for this moment.

I checked with Uncle Vest about the security of Jilbell's mansion and how Jilbell captured the intruders.

Before going with Arthur to King Lance, who was disturbed, he moved instantly to Val and the others and asked them to monitor and protect Jilbert's mansion until I gave him permission to do so. He wanted to rendezvous with Arthur and Pride as soon as possible.

Even in the carriage, during the operational meeting with the Chiefs of the Cavaliers, they just tear everything apart by asking Jilbel about the mansion and the fears and security of the enemy attack. On top of that, he never contacted the Mansion or asked the Knights to send knights to the Mansion.

And there was still no sign of contacting Maria and the others last night, and they just kept doing their job beautifully, pale.

And as expected, he hasn't contacted Maria and the others so far. Without Val and the others, Maria and Stella would have already been harmed by the backers.

How many times, how many times, how many times, until this moment I...

"Was your love for your family to that extent, Jill Bale?"

If I noticed, I was screaming my simmering anger as it was.

Are you surprised at me for roughing up my voice, or at the words themselves, looking back at me without a word as Jilbel pulled his lips together. Whatever I do, I point Jill Bale at him again, and I say it. I've been wanting to tell him for the past few days.

"Why did you make us... royal?"

I'm afraid I haven't spoken much, but my breath is disturbing. What I had been holding back blew up all at once.

Naturally. I've always wanted to say it over and over, and every time I kept it inside and even kept the frustration boiling!

Why don't you rely on me?

... As far as the power was concerned, Jill Bale's eyes opened up strongly this time.

Jill Bale stares straight back at me as if he forgot to blink too. If you glanced back at him with your shoulders ready to breathe, Jill Bale opened his mouth so that he could be pressed against it. Anyway, I have predictions about what to proclaim. I have dozens of repetitive dialogues in my head to say next time.

"... that I, the only Prime Minister, will receive" no more special treatment "from the royalty. … then we should turn our defenses, soldiers, etc. to the people."

Whoo-hoo. Again. I'm angry. This man, this man, this man, this man, this man...

"Don't involve your family in your past redemptions."

I told him.

Finally, I stick what I've been accumulating at him.

Jill Baer finally stopped moving with his eyes open to my words.

It hardened like a doll, and I know perfectly well that his thoughts stopped. But I'm not going to stop, I'm going to add more pursuit to Jill Bale's head when he stops thinking.

"Whatever your past may be! What you're doing now is a proud job as the Prime Minister of our country. If the consequences are dangerous to your family, what's wrong with the state protecting you and you? If the consequences you've done for your country, it's natural for the state to divide defense and soldiers for you."

... I know.

That since that day when he redeemed his pride, he no longer attempted to use his privilege as Chancellor… as a worker in the castle more than necessary.

I also know that I have used that prime minister's authority in the past to commit numerous unacceptable things.

So I also know that Koitz does not use the prerogatives of the Chancellor allowed in the country for that redemption and that he is trying to assume all his duties.

I didn't like it when I started seeing Uncle Vest for my regent duties, and I knew Jill Bale's sins, so I figured it out quickly.

But you know what?

You work for your father, your pride, your people, and you ignore what's important to you.

"... but.... torturing the prime minister's rights to the cuteness of my family.

Gilbert, who finally spinned the words, uncommonly clouded the words. His open eyes finally allowed him to blink, wandering like his gaze had been freed.

... I know.

That Gilbert, who committed an unacceptable sin as a result of having given Maria the highest priority in the past, is hesitant to make the same mistake again.

But that's why I say.

"What's wrong with parents prioritizing their children and wives?

I say I know Jilbel's sins and I will never forgive him for not blaming him.

"Let us protect your family, too.

I finally calmed down because I poked out what I wanted to say, and when I realized it, I kept my thoughts to myself in a low voice.

Ha, and he looks up, and he returns his gaze disguised as calm to Jill Bale, who looks at me like he's eating in again.

"... don't make me do this again. Don't put your sister and Arthur in danger again. As Prime Minister, it is now time to defend ourselves with the whole body and spirit in the right way.

... all the time, I cared.

Maria, Stella... of Gilbert.

"Talk to me next time. Instead, give me permission to give up. If you're exercising the rights you wanted with your personal desire, I'll smack you in the neck, but I'll stop you.

... I regret not being relied upon.

Jill Baer didn't even show us his anxious gesture when he said he was waiting so long.

At the next Regent, I was angry that even I, who knew Jilbel's sins, seemed to have been told that trust was not enough.

I'm not gonna say anything. I'm gonna tell Jill Bale one last word from me.... I really didn't want to tell you, say the words.

I didn't think I was supposed to say this word when I was in a position where I shouldn't forgive Gilbert for falling into pride and betraying my country.

But right now, I'm sure this word gets to him best.

"... because you and your family are a people to protect in our country.

Jill Behr's eyes, once again opened towards me, finally rocked out terribly.

At the dawn when I became regent, there was a man who should have supported his country for decades.

... I'm sure it's my job as the next Regent to tailor Gilbert to a prime minister that will last hundreds and thousands of years in those decades... A little, I thought.