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

"... eh,... style.

Style, who rushed right at me on the signal, made me lose my blood tone from my complexion terribly when he saw me.

I open my eyes and the style that shook my hands so badly makes me step by step with my expression fluttered and stunned.

"... Stayle, I'm sorry. Give me a signal in public.

First of all, I apologize for showing you the signal of the style in public and the ability to move instantly to me. I really shouldn't have used it cheaply in front of Cedric or the other knights.... but because this was all I had now.

There still seemed to be no word in my apology either, and Style's gaze remained pierced to my feet.

"... sister, you...,... this... why...!

From the puckering and open mouth, my voice leaked desperately squeezing out. You still can't sort your head out. In a terribly confused way.... For a moment, I felt a tough glance at Captain Column and Captain Alan, seeping through the intense, and my spine froze to me. Hurry up and explain. I tried to open my mouth, that's when.

"Oh my,... it's my fault.

Cedric spoke first.

Style reacted with great momentum to that word, which held his eyes with a clenching fist while seeping tears, releasing them to bite.

Turn your face toward Cedric and stare at him bright red. Captain Column and Captain Alan said, "No, Master Stayle! It's all our fault that it's a Kingsguard..." and we each raised our voices at the same time, but it didn't even seem to arrive anymore. I remember terribly in those eyes like there was a mixture of passion and hatred. Both hands of the style grabbed Prince Cedric's collar rampantly, pulling him towards himself.

"Estyle"

- Before I did, I raised my voice as much as I could.

As Captain Alan was surprised at my sudden shout, he shook his hand up and down holding me up.

The style snapped and loosened my hand from Prince Cedric's collar as if, and let me go. I can't walk even if I want to rush over, now all I can do is have my hands spread on the style that looked back at me.

"Sister..."

As if I'd just noticed, Style came running up to me this time. He turns his arm around its neck to calm the style and strokes his head. "It's okay, because I'm okay," he repeated over and over again, finally only calming the eye color and repeating the blink a few times. To the still rough style of breath, as I say, I overlap words.

"Please, listen carefully, Stayle. Cedric's not bad, I jumped out on my own and got hurt. Captain Column and Captain Alan also put their lives on the line… really, they made a life-threatening decision, took a hard time, and still helped me. I wouldn't have done this without them, I'm sure they'd be dead by now. So, because no one is really bad but me.

Put your hands on the face of the style, which looks like you can't hide the upset. He swallowed my words word for word, desperately. After the lips of Style trembled, he was squeezed hard at the end.

Style, who only nodded at me once, leaned down to stare at the ground as it was. Its mouth leaked a small, "Give Arthur a..." and from there he mumbled perfectly to hesitate ahead. Instead, make a giddy noise and eat and bind your teeth.

"Protect... I told you..."

Words leaked out of my eaten and tied mouth again.... the words that were released so strongly that I didn't know for whom, my voice seemed... much more painful than mine.

A shadow fell on Captain Column's expression, and Captain Alan's hand, which was holding me up, trembled like it was powerful.

As an aide to my injury, … my chest hurt far more than my legs to the style that is holding me accountable as my brother. I really regret that I was all about myself.

The truth is, I was also trying to hide the injury from Stayle.

"... Style, I need a favor.

From his face, gently loosen his arms and grab the trembling fist of the unloading style. Both fists were gripped hard enough to tell over the armor.

Stiles face me up small in my words. "Anything," he gave back briefly, his eyes shriveled to the point where he was still going to cry.

"... my legs don't move for a day today anymore. I'm sure it'll be a leg wrap. Still, please. Don't go back to Freesia yet. I still want to be here with everyone as Queen's deputy. I want to share my destiny with my allies, the United Kingdom of Hanazoo. You can't run away here...!

Grip and sue Steele's fist hard from me, too. If Style uses his special abilities now, I will be forcibly repatriated to the Kingdom of Friesia. But because it's a style that has hit me and Hanazoo a lot of measures and hands.

Because it's the style you've made me rely on so many times before.

To my appeal, Style skewed his face spicy with his tightly closed mouth. Silence continued for a while after I ran out of words to the end.

Is it because a little after the collapse, the anger of the enemy army, which had stopped until just now, grew larger and larger? He may also be attacking again from the South. My heart pulsed disgustingly as I waited for Style's reply. If we don't hurry, the enemy soldiers who suppressed the corner will attack the castle again. Style, and when I tried to sue him again

"... pride. Yours, as you wish.

Small enough to plunder my ears, I could hear it coming from the style. If I blinked back, the usual style, calm and quiet, was there, as I had brought it back from the tense look I had just had.

"... first of all, it's dangerous here. Let's go back to the Circus castle for once.... and His Royal Highness Prince Cedric II.

The talked out style eyed Captain Alan and Captain Column and finally turned straight back to Cedric. The tears finally stopped Cedric turning to the style in the same way. Having wiped his tears off once with the sleeves of his clothes, Cedric sounded his throat in a tense manner again, looking back at the style.

"… earlier, I apologized for my great disrespect. Please forgive me.

Courtesy, Cedric wandered as surprised by the deeply bowed style, his eyes rounded. "Oh, nothing..." Steele finally lifted that head in hopes Cedric would lift his head, desperately trying to stop it.

"Captain Alan, Captain Column. Temporarily withdraw to the castle. The sorting of accompanying knights and the rest of the knights are asked to hold on to the South first. And..."

Captain Alan and Captain Column respond to the calm style voice and its instructions. I cut the words once, looked away slightly awkwardly, and then looked them in turn again.

"… Please continue to escort your sister as a Kingsguard knight.

Yes, always, and the voices of the two knights combined.

Captain Column will sort each of the knights, and the chosen knights will come forward. Stayle spoke to the knights who treated me to learn more about your body later.

Style first touched Prince Cedric and turned it off with instant travel. Walk over to instantly move me and the Kingsguard knights as they flow. He took my hand and said, "As soon as the other knights move over there for a moment, I'll be right there, too". Nodding and thanking him, he whispered to me with a voice that could lurk "sister" again.

"I'm sorry.... you believed me.

I lay my eyes down and accidentally said, "What are you talking about!" and I laugh. I stroked his head up as surprised, again with my armourless hands.

"You've responded well. I believe you more than once.

With this kind of luggage, you allowed me not to leave the front. Val's dispatch was also the style that suggested to the Kingsguard knights at the time the knights could thus be relied upon.... If Style hadn't been here, I would have lost my life or had irrevocable consequences. It was so strange that they would apologize the other way, even though it was really enough to say thank you again and again.

Style turned his eyes round to my response, then... laughed small. He carefully took my hand held by Captain Alan and extended his other hand to Captain Column.

And after a breath, our sights switched.

It turns into a castle, with Tiara, Chancellor Gilbert, and Cedric looking back at the same time. As it were, the moment I tried to check the war situation.

"Dear Pride,"

"Oh, dear sister."

... Again, screaming and ringing in my ugliness.