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

"No need to panic. As soon as you feel the difficulty, replace it with a guard! Don't get drawn outside the wall!

Kingdom of Sursis, South.

Having completed one paragraph of small bomb and smoke bomb attacks, Style was once again returning to the southern front with his knights. By the time he came to see how it was once on the move, the Knights had already pushed the enemy soldiers back out of the country, which should have overflowed.

Now it's the style of skipping instructions again from the top of the horse, but the battle was almost never there anymore. The scope of protection has also been considerably narrowed in order to only hold back the invasion from the destroyed part of the national wall.

The Knights, who were originally platoons, and the more avant-garde knights alone, were defeated as of now.... then.

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

The distant bell sounded in the ears of the Stiles. Guardian knights and styles look back and look in the direction of the kingdom of Chinensis. The knights, who knew the signal of the end of the war, began to whine "This is..." and "Knights Commander...". With defeat and victory, the way the bell rings is predetermined. And this way of ringing is definitely.

"Roar and know, my army triumphs."

Shortly after the scream of the style, the roar of the morale-raised knights shook the ground. There was confusion in the enemy soldiers between the walls, who knew the defeat as early as possible, in a voice so loud that it swept across the wall.

"... anyway, though the back won't be where the invasion is already.

Boosh, and the voice of Steele, whimpering small, disappeared into the universe without reaching anyone.

…

Outside the walls, the smokescreen was starting to clear and the enemy soldiers were finally beginning to understand the current situation.

The soldiers in the rear guard, who were lucky enough to survive, breathe. More damaging surroundings than the avant-garde, and even more so, the fact that our own instructors, other than the commander, are almost dead. It wasn't the bombing, it was clearly an attack from the inside. The soldiers, turned into wreckage, were falling out of blood as if everyone had been stabbed.

The commander, relieved by the smoke clearing, roughed his voice as if he had finally regained his position, "Now I can't just avalanche in," but drove his throat up again shortly afterwards.

Still the situation remained reversed, in fact.

The soldiers on my side, my men, were almost dead. Furthermore, only many slaves survive in the present situation, which does not even know who stabbed or killed them.... and the eye that everyone turned to themselves was not fear and obedience to date. "Now, I can kill you," only killing intentions and hatred were strongly directed.

My men immediately realized it and reflexed their weapons into slaves. Understand that it is not the Hanazoo kingdoms, but ourselves, who are now being attacked by a number of threats of violence.

A new revolt was about to break out in the rear guard as the avant-garde, who learned of the defeat of his country, began to feel confused about reducing the number in vain.

There is no need for smoke. Now that all the slaves have blocked the mouths of only a few commanders, there will be no witnesses.

That way, you're free.

One step, one step further. Ensure that an army of ants strikes bigger insects than themselves.

To the slaves who were soldiers stuffed with twitching and a number of violence, there was no escape for them anymore.

"Almost there. Let's all return to our First Princess of Pride!

Everyone in the knight replied with a growl to the words of the style, which he dared to release with a bright voice from the inside of the wall.

Slavery and loyalty.

Those two separated the walls and had a contrasting ending.