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

"Sister! Are you okay?"

The first person to rush me was Stile.

He showed up all of a sudden on a moment's trip, and he was making me breathe quite a bit less like he was in a great hurry. I wet my forehead sweat and breathed relieved as soon as my eyes met me.

"Stayle!... Good, you're safe.

I take a breather in the look of a cheerful style, too.

I don't even seem to be hurt, and I'm really glad. When I heard about the knights who accompanied me, they were with me until I entered the castle, but they rushed to me one foot from there. The knights also told me that no one was dead, and I accidentally sank myself on the couch. I still don't know the whole damage, but I'm still happy about it.

That's all I thought about, and I looked up at Style, and he had some kind of outrageous look on his face. I'm sure you're worried about Tiara and Arthur, who haven't returned yet. I said, "Are you hurt?" And he asked, "Yeah, I am.... I'm fine," he clouded his expression a little.

"... Stayle, hey.

I know exactly what it's like to be worried about Tiara and the others being hurt. When I invited Style with my fingertips to choke, Style bent over and put his face closer to me sitting there thinking he was going to ear something. I rode myself out of the couch a little bit and stayed

I held the style tight.

Turn your arms and place your weight on the couch so that when you can grab the style you land bosung. Style fell with me irresistibly because he was also accidental. The couch collapsed because I received the weight for both of them from one direction, and Captain Alan and Captain Column, who were behind me, rushed to support me. As I panicked from the style, I heard "PLA... ah, sister," but I couldn't bear to keep my strength in my arms.

"I'm glad you're safe...!

My voice leaks unexpectedly. As soon as I hugged Steele's body, I was glad to think that Steele had really returned safely to the feeling over the armor. You went to the south of the kingdom of Sursis instead of me. If Style got hurt, I can't stand it.

Put your forehead against the armor-covered chest plate and breathe deeply again. Then my hair swayed softly. I felt it with my fingers and found that the style was stroking my hair. When I stiffened myself to the unexpected feeling, I was finally forced into his palm to hold my head gently.

"............ good.

Poop, I heard a slight voice exhaling.

I wonder what it is and loosen the power of my hands. Then Stayle slowly woke herself up off the couch and away from me. My arm's strength was painful if the distance peeked into the empty style's face, my cheeky, slightly blushing face eyes laughing gently.

"... I'm relieved that you haven't changed.

Thank you for protecting me, and thanking the two Kingsguards whose laughing styles are right behind me. I didn't hear back from the two of them about the words, but I just told them that I did the trick of bowing my head even over my back.

After slowly removing his gaze from both of them, Stayle turned to me. At some point I got that soft look on the front that I was used to seeing, and if I smiled back from me too, I reached out and Style caressed my feet softly.

He avoided my swollen tibia wrapped around the bandage and tried to expose the thigh area over the armor. It was so slightly touched that it was... so sweet.

"... Now you can finally rest.

He asks me if the pain is here while I touch it. Totally, and now I laughed as relieved if I shook my head. That's all, my chest tightened tightly, telling me that Steele had been showing me about me the whole time. Keep it up, Style. Put your hands on my back.

"I won't hesitate anymore.

... Suddenly, I had a slightly worse grin.

Huh. And my voice leaked, and I lifted it so that Stayle could spin his arms under my knees and back in one breath and hold him before trying to return the words.

Oh, hey, Style! And I wanted to raise my voice, but I couldn't move with my wrinkles and mouth open by surprise. Looking around the area without understanding the situation, Captain Alan and Captain Column were also circling their eyes as surprised. He couldn't force his first prince opponent to retrieve me, and he seemed desperate to pick a word. In the meantime, Style was going on to ask the nearby guards if they had any private rooms to rest in.

"Wait, Style! They haven't all come back yet! I still have to go to my room alone."

"I'll do it on my behalf later. You'll be tired just to put on your armor. Please take it off quickly and rest in an easy outfit in bed.

Relentless. With me just making noise without being able to break out in my arms, Stayle walks with Stasta as the guard guides her. Captain Alan and Captain Column follow me behind my back, but it still looked like I was flattered by Stile's behavior. "No, but," he said, as I raised my voice again, Pittari. and Style stopped and looked at me. I thought you figured it out, and now you peek at me with some angry, compelling eyes when you stare back at Style.

"If you ask me," my brother said, "I'd like to help you get dressed.

Because if you use instant travel, it's fast. They say, and it draws my blood all at once. I only want to pull armor from my brother on the boulder in an instant. I want to be spared.

Obviously he looked at me when the movement stopped and the style erupted small. Heh... he laughs and embarrasses me in a very pitiless mood.

"I'll bring Lotte and Marie as soon as I get to the room. Sister, you will also be more comfortable with the two dedicated samurai.

No, I thought it would be a little... to bring you all the way from Freesia to get dressed, but if you go any further, you're going to be forcibly repatriated to Freesia this time, so shut up.

They will be guided to a room for guests and will be seated in a chair when they enter. Something's already embarrassing me and I'm dying. I hold my own hand as far as I can and lean down, but I know my face is already hot. No words, then I can only tie my mouth and look back at the style that keeps Lotte and Marie going from now on. Then, … for some reason, as soon as I had eyes, I turned bright red to the face of Stile.

"~ ~ Eh... Shen, there's no translation... I have a fever, it's too...

They are distracted as they are by the style that solidifies them to hold each face while holding down the glasses. Naturally, there will be few princesses in history who will be held by their brother as princesses. I knew Steele had kept me calm, too, but I guess I was really embarrassed. After he deflected his face from me, he was squeaking "What do I do" and "Change my clothes..." I don't hear you very well, but maybe I'm confused that I put my sister in the belly black schemer mode before me.

"... Style.

Seeing a style that's kind of wolfy calms me down the other way. As I panicked when I called my name with it hanging on my chair, "Pride! I'm sorry, the earlier one was silent," he said, trying to return it quickly.

"Thanks."

Once again, Style's words and movements stop. He pointed the red face at me from the front and kept his mouth open small.

"I'm so glad you're worried,... so glad. Are you sure you want me to take care of this?

Originally, even after the end of the war, we must continue to raise and tighten the overall morale by wearing armor, including labor for knights and greetings to the whole thing, as well as everything else from the beginning to the end. Even if I can't move my legs, I can stand in public if I sit in a chair, and I'm willing to stand on one leg if I can't do it slightly. But I know exactly what the Stiles were doing to guide me.

I ask you to smile bitterly for your pity for yourself, because the style is so impetuous and you say, "Of course it is!" and returned it to me. I thanked him again and when he tried to take off the team clothes he was weaving with a sign of willingness to rest properly, Captain Column helped me take them off with a polite hand like a butler. Ask them to retrieve the dressed group clothes they have taken off and sit back in the chair.

"After calling the samurai, I'm worried about Tiara and the others, and I'll head under the castle with the knights once.

And also to Prince Leon and Val. And you keep going and I snort at it, too. Stayle can meet and inform them in person on instant travel. Leon and Val don't even know the end of the war signals, and we need to tell them soon.

When I thanked Style for the signal if anything, I turned back to the room where the main unit was just a little distressed.

"His Majesty King Joan...

Even after the Style appeared, King Joan was still immersed in prayer so that he could not notice.

Tremors like at first had stopped, but they didn't move stiff as if they'd lost their minds. Maybe he hasn't even noticed our exit yet. The reason why you never prayed while you kept waiting for the end with me was just to join hands, but that was all I understood. It just didn't seem like my consciousness had flown completely from the looks of the soldiers beside me.

Answer from me, "It's okay," to Style, who would be worried if I should go back and say hello.

Please come to Tiara and the others first, trying to apologize from me if you need anything. I asked the castle guards to tell me that I had moved here when King Joan's prayers were over. Now that the war is over, I don't want to interrupt that prayer. I'm sure, because I've always endured the desire to pray.

"Okay, I'll be right back. Please get some rest.... and then we'll take care of it.

The gentle grin of the style was directed at me all the way to the moment of instant travel.