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

"Dear Pride! First aid now, please don't move."

... speak up to Lord Pride, who continues to endure pain in his arms. With anger boiling over my feeling of powerlessness and disappointment in who I am and my chest about to burn to pieces.

It sucks.

I couldn't protect Master Pride.

I left Master Pride, and the column had to let go of Master Pride because of that. If I'd been by my side from the start, this wouldn't have happened. Even the column stays...,... eh.

No, I can't. I run my head around to something I shouldn't think about right now.

After receiving it from Val, Lord Pride's painful barefoot, which remains unarmed and thrown out, only enters his sight, burning his chest even more.

The knights I brought, I can see everyone breathing around. It's the best I can do to keep my anxiety from contagion to the rest of them, and I can't think of anything more with Lord Pride.

"Dear Pride! Is it only the left leg that hurts?"

The column speaks to Lord Pride. Squad Seven... Knights of Squads specializing in treatment and first aid see Pride-like wounds with special abilities. Just looking at it, I'm sure Master Pride's left leg is broken. Fine pride-like feet swell nearly double, a little thanks to special abilities, just a little redness pulls off, but absolutely no pain.

To the inquiry of the column, Master Pride opened his mouth after a few moments.

"... my right leg, too, twisted.... sorry."

My vision darkens. I unconsciously gained power in my hands holding Master Pride and desperately felt like I was about to tremble. Even as the column hurriedly began to remove Lord Pride's right-footed armor, he could not wipe the cold sweat and conveyed his cheeks.

Impossibility of both legs.

This means that now Master Pride can't even stand alone. The treatment itself takes time, even if the treatment of a specially capable person can also cause pain. It is absolutely impossible to be able to walk in the short time ahead. When I looked at my right leg, which had been removed from my armor, my joints were swollen. It didn't seem like it would break like my left leg, but the redness was severely noticeable from my white skin, which had not yet been treated for my special abilities. Hurry up and call another special ability person for injury treatment from the knight you were watching beside. The column named one because four knights from Squad Seven tried to rush in this way at the same time.

"Cedric...

With a rough breath, Lord Pride calls Prince Cedric. The knights turned to Prince Cedric at the same time, paving the way. When I went to get the knights, Prince Cedric, who was evacuating with the knights, also came with the knights. Prince Cedric, surrounded by knights, walked out in heavy footsteps. I accidentally had a hard time breathing in the look on my face as if all responsibility lay with me. All responsibility lies with me... in the column. As a result of the neglect of the Kingsguard Knight.

Prince Cedric's legs trembled slightly from a distance, next to the column beside Lord Pride I held up. Prince Cedric, who had checked the condition of Lord Pride's feet at close range, took an unexpected step. Only his eyes seemed to stay out of Lord Pride's swollen legs, shifting his body away from Russia.

"... it's okay. There's nothing else in my life, and I'm not losing my leg.

Master Pride laughs when he can't. For a moment, I wondered if the healing of the special abilities had worked, but an unusual sweat was dripping from its forehead, which endured severe pain from both legs. Her face is also terribly blue and white.

Prince Cedric seemed to see that, too, and shut up so that he could not say anything with a terrible distortion of his expression. When Master Pride anxiously lost his grin at the lack of response, he tilted his face and opened his mouth to peek slowly at Prince Cedric as he was.

"... sorry.

... It was like a sumptuous, voice.

Me, too,... and Prince Cedric looked at me suspiciously in the ear, staring at Lord Pride.

He took a step back so that the column would not disturb the conversation between Lord Pride and Prince Cedric and began giving instructions to the knights around him. Handy enough to prepare the bandages and secure the defense position of the enemy soldiers. Lord Pride continues his words so that they can be confused by the columns and the voices of the knights.

"... protect, I told you.

My chest was scratched until me when a voice of penance was leaked from Master Pride, who should be in the most pain on this scene right now. Lord Pride gently reached for his armor to Prince Cedric, who devours and binds his teeth without being able to say anything. I only thinly attached my fingertips to my cheeks and turned my crying eyes to Prince Cedric, who was stuck in words.

... In the meantime, the sound of Prince Cedric biting his teeth tight rang all the way to me. For the first time, words are zeroed out of his mouth so as to squeeze them out.

"What are you talking about? Because of me, you're..."

Instead of me, Prince Cedric muttered like throwing up in his mouth alone. His fist trembled, and Prince Cedric, who distorted his face, clogged his words again. His face toward Lord Pride leaned directly down and now shook up to his shoulder so that he could enjoy it.

"It's not your fault.... Even if you weren't here, I must have popped up.

The mouth of Lord Pride, who forcibly makes a grin, is cramped. As this one hurts, Master Pride can't do it all over himself and whip himself alone. It hurts so much that I want to sue you not to talk to me anymore. No matter how cheerful we pretended, it was even hard on our eyes.

"... Cedric.

To Prince Cedric, who shuddered his shoulders and silenced again, Lord Pride's hands on his cheeks seemed heavy, this time to his head. Lord Pride's hand, gently mounted to stroke his head, sank Prince Cedric's head into Russia. Lord Pride speaks quietly to Prince Cedric, who does not try to raise him with his face down.

"... it's okay. Because this world is more kind to you than you think.

Prince Cedric raised his face to Lord Pride's words.

Tears seeping into my eyes overflowed the clap I raised strongly and I could play it. His open eyes were red and his mouth moved painfully whenever he said something, spilling only his breath.

Master Pride, who saw it, gave me a slightly powerless grin that looked ridiculous. I looked back at Lord Pride's left leg to a much more natural grin than just now, and the redness had largely drawn off. Because of the fever in the affected area, I don't have a heart or my complexion feels a little better.

"I'm sure you can protect a lot more important things.

Master Pride wakes up a little. My feet moved slightly on the clap and distorted my face for a moment spicy. Still, now I pinched Prince Cedric's cheek with just my fingertips with both hands so I wouldn't mind.

"Because you are the proud brother of two such lovely kings.

Prince Cedric's eyes were... opened.

There was a shake in my eyes that opened so wide that there was no more. If I thought my eyes wobbled violently with them open as they were, an unparalleled amount of tears overflowed me. Tears pass through the cleavage of his teeth-eating and tied mouth, entering. Tears continued to overflow from my open eyes like I forgot to blink.

"... eh...

Lord Pride stroked his head softly again to Prince Cedric, who cried out without saying a word. It was okay, it seemed that Master Pride, who repeatedly chanted it was okay, glowed lightly.

The sweat on my forehead pulled me away and I turned my eyes to my feet as Lord Pride noticed, who woke my body a little. Redness was almost removed and the reddish right leg was moved first. After all, it looks like the pain runs when you move it, and a knight who moans small and at the same time treats him says, "Don't move it!" He raised his voice. As it was, the right leg, which was a minor injury, was fixed with a bandage.

"Look, it's okay now! Something that doesn't even hurt anymore if you don't move it.

Thank you, I exhaled as Lord Pride relieved me as I thanked the knight. Keep it up. Master Pride makes Prince Cedric laugh to comfort him.... still didn't stop crying from Prince Cedric.

"Isn't it heavy, Captain Alan?

As if consciously trying to change the air on the spot, Lord Pride asks me in a bright tone. It's totally light! When I gave it back with an unexpected nod, Master Pride laughed softly, "Good." … still hanging powerless legs that should not even be conducive to freedom.

Master Pride remained with his left hand, wrinkling between his brows as confused as he seemed to remove the armor of his right hand. He didn't seem to be able to help himself.

…… ... Sorry, Captain Column. Right hand armor, could you take it off?

Master Pride, who grinned bitterly, seemed really sorry, put his right hand on the column where he had just come to see how the treatment was going. When the column returned a quick word, it quickly touched Lord Pride's right-hand armor.

I knew immediately what the hell I was going to do, and both me and the column swallowed up my mouth.

The column removes the armor. White, thin, pride-like hands slowly closed and opened.

Looking at Dear Pride's left leg, he finished where he could treat him, and the knight also fixed his left leg and began to wrap the bandage around him.

Piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy.

In my arms, the sound of a high finger whistle sounds. Lord Pride contained his fingers in his mouth and rang into the sky.

... to call Master Style.