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

"So... are you all right... please, hold on...!

Keep moving, call on him. Captain Alan and Captain Column, who hold me back behind, also keep their eyes round. Ever since I heard of our army victory over video from the Knights Commander,

Keep your shoulders trembling, to King Joan.

As soon as I heard the report, I asked the soldiers and King Joan for permission to pass on reports of reinforcements and victories to all of the kingdom of Chinensis. But... he was still relieved to keep his eyes open as if he couldn't believe it.

A trembling right hand squeezed the chest cross hard and his mouth was open as if he had forgotten his breath. "His Majesty King Joan...?," he asked, slowly moving as if only his left hand had willed, prompting the soldier.

He drowned his patarily lowered left hand into the abyss of the couch as the soldiers, commanded in a trembling voice, "Soldiers and bells…", gratefully rushed early.

"Huh... Got...? …

I thought I heard you pounding.

Almost disappeared in my mouth alone and no one could hear me. Again, he turned to me, flushing his saggy gray hair when I called his name.

King Joan was staring at me to eat in for some reason. Then, after a few seconds, his crisp white skin became red and his throat rattled out as he glistened. His mouth, which remained open, was closed to eat and bind, and his fine edge glasses were slightly cloudy. Cloudy with steam. The moment I realize that, I notice tears accumulating in King Joan's eyes.

Gradually, the tears that passed from the back of the glasses to the cheeks overflowed as they were, and the golden eyes moistened and glowed.

"…, …………………"

"His Majesty King Joan..."

I reach out from the spot to him, who suddenly rises off the couch. I cut the sky as I followed his back without getting close to it because my legs wouldn't move. King Joan rushed out to the window as if he had had had had a seizure as well. A soldier stood beside him just in case. Tears overflowed his eyes even more before the sight of the already sinking sun and underneath the castle combined.

The wind blows through the broken window stroking his gray hair and shaking it.

He stretched his hand out the window as if he could see something, his hand cut open as it was, to the window frame.

"Huh... n su...! … Li…………………………"

Momentum to get his upper body out, he peeks out the window and gasps for something with his clogged throat. He looked around under the castle as if looking for someone, and tears overflowed from his violently shaken face.

His Majesty King Joan, tried to call him again, and now he stopped.

... I'm sure he was least believed in victory.

Long before I heard the Knights chief's report, probably all the way.

Naturally, he gave up completely until two days ago.

He was moved by King Lance's recovery and Cedric's words, and he decided to stand up in front of the people... but... it's not that easy to sort out or switch minds.

Because he's only been king for two years.

Now that I think about it, maybe my blood vows with me also simply cornered him.

Still, he stood up and kept fighting the fear that would make his country a dependent state.

All this time in this castle, I kept staring at the changing state of battle, … and even left my best friend King Lance and my brother Prince Cedric on the battlefield.

There's no reason I wasn't afraid, there's no reason it wasn't hard, there's no reason I didn't doubt it.... There's no way I didn't want to jump out of the castle.

Just one, all the time.... all the time.

It must have been more distracting than us.

Still, as king, he continued to endure me in this castle.

Speechless and freed from one heavy duty as king, he began to combine his trembling hands firmly.

I bent over with my elbows on the window frame, trying to crouch my own head under my praying hand.... even I found out that I was praying to God.

The hands I put together were trembling, closing my eyes hard that kept me from screaming, and severely distorting my neutrally neat face.

That face, which I made strong and strong, was the most masculine look I've ever seen. It was so small and slight from its lips that it was scratched off by the sound of the wind that it did not seem to reach the ears of the soldiers who were at close range.

I can't touch that shoulder of his, but I can't lean on these legs.

... but I also felt like I shouldn't touch it at the same time. It is not just the difference in position between a king and a mere first princess.

The figure of the king praying to God from outside the window was so sacred and so divine.

The kingdom of Friesia is… faith is not that strong. There are few religious beliefs or customs, like the kingdom of Chinesis, although special abilities are to be regarded as divine revelations, starting with the royal ability to predict.

But only a little now... I tied my hand to imitate him too. I don't pray, but I do. Even as I keep staring at the king's back, who keeps praying to God.

May God in this country continue to be with them.

May the presence that kept me supportive of him continue to crumble.

- Gala... van... gala...

After a while, suddenly the bell sounded. We raised our faces to the sound of a strong bell as if to respond to something, and our ears were clear to its beautiful tone.

He shook his skin at the sound of the bell, which also combined majesty with bell-like lightness.

It is the bell of a church co-located in the castle of the kingdom of Chinesis. The soldiers must have rang at the behest of King Joan earlier.

King Joan's back, who did not move one in front of the window, trembled badly. He flaunted his shoulders as if he had truly heard the voice of God, and held his praying hand so strongly that he could see it from a distance. I can also hear him whimpering distracted by the sound of the bell, and I know exactly how much he wanted this moment and… gave up if it didn't come true.

The best church in the country rings the best bell in the country.

To reward everyone for the end of the war.

... as if they were singing freedom in high spirits.

It was not until after the bells had stopped and the sun had completely set that each faction heard the news of the victory had assembled in the castle of the kingdom of Chinensis.