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

"Excuse me.

Port of the Kingdom of Sursis, ship of the Kingdom of Anemone.

As soon as I moved momentarily, the knights of Anemone, who had been entrusted to be away from home, gave me a surprised look once, but the alert was lifted as soon as he remembered my face.

"I'm suddenly sorry. Thank you for earlier. I am Stail Royal Ivy, the first prince of the kingdom of Friesia.

Create a laugh and look to the armory earlier with a brief greeting.

"I do know that there were still a number of relief supplies left for our country.

Would you mind, if I asked, they agreed with me in two replies. If you still go to each base headquarters, the weapons and explosives you receive from Anemone will remain, but at any rate, it is better for me to use supplies from other soldiers and knights in the hardest place to pick them up.

Anyway, we're going to consume a lot.

"Well.... to a certain extent you have to choose a suppressed one. In case you do any more damage to our army or our national walls -,?

As soon as I saw that face up close, speaking to the knight behind me somehow. Thoughts were attacked by things like strange visions. The knight, who looked at me and looked a little surprised, repeated the blink over and over again. My eyes swim out gradually to see if I have anything on my mind.... He should definitely be the knight of our country, not the enemy. Why has he suddenly become so strange?

"... Dear Stayle, please... did you...?

You couldn't stand my gaze, I hack at him for opening his horrible mouth. That's right, not if I'm doing this now. Hurry up and get this...!.

Ah.

A knight's voice reminds me of distant memories at once. I know how to open my eyes myself. As the knight bewildered, "Dear Stayle...?" He raised his voice, and I laughed unexpectedly. It's nothing, I hurry to sort the affordable throws while returning them and pile them to my feet at the knight's hand.

"... don't worry. Now I'm going to throw it in properly.

Instead of me, a knight lifted a box of throws from the top shelf and made a guttan noise just before he loaded it underfoot. The box didn't seem to collapse, but I was surprised by the sound of momentum, too, and turned around gently and turned to the knight.... Her complexion was pale and bluish, and she laughed lightly in the wrong place.

I grin at him silently, pointing my finger at another box. The knight was swimming his eyes more than ever as he held it in a slightly nervous manner.

I think of it as an affordable place when I'm all set, biting off a laugh at him that upsets me. But it didn't occur to me immediately, and I dared not instantly move a pile of boxes to the west tower once. You can't light a fire here fast. Fire in the arsenal and other suicides.

... Well.

I greeted the knights of the kingdom of Anemone, and once again, with the knight, I moved instantly to the tower to the west too.

While checking the contents of the stacked box, I ask the Horseman for the spark. I made sure the knight responded to it, and first I took it from the contents of the top box.

See but good.

Kingdom of Copelandi, Kingdom of Alata, Royal Army of Rafresiana.

Now it's your turn to taste the fear of a bombing.

That, by yourself.