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

Eight months and three days after my brother saved you.

My brother told me to go under the castle to check on you, too.

It's not my first time under the castle itself.

I have also been down to study with teachers, the Bertrand Regent, Chancellor Dario, etc.... to test my power, called the Divine Son.

But this was the first time I went under the castle with you. For the first time, I tasted that the people I was with just looked completely different.

Brother, you didn't just "teach" me, you did "talk" to me.

"Look, Cedric. A child as old as you.

- He spoke as though he deserved it.

"... hmm? Is that it? That's a tree climb.... I see you might want to play with moving your body, too. What do you say?"

- You always think of me.

"Oh, it's busy around here whenever you get here. Have you ever been down?... All right, then let's go.

- And he laughed at me.

My brother and I went down with you in the castle town square, a short distance from the Wang capital. Many people gathered and raised their voices to see me and my brother at first sight.

... an unusual strange eye for me was even a fear.

I remember all the number of eyes that were in the dozens, and all their colors. How many children and how many adults. They were all familiar eyes now that I think of them, but I didn't understand that then either.

As soon as that gaze got into my eyes, I couldn't say anything and kept responding to the voice of the people, brother. I kept hiding even on your back.

Eight months and three days ago, I said I would have accidentally kept standing there, but for some reason now I don't like everything but you, my brother, and I was scared.

Prime Minister Dario told me that it was a symptom that resembled something known as "human familiarity". It's something I don't know. Chancellor Dario says he usually develops between five months and two years old and says he hates or is shy of strangers, but... in my case, he's also five years old. More than just strangers.

I was afraid of everything but you, brother.

Chancellor Dario, his father, his mother, his maid, his escort, his superiors, his people, his adults, his children, his men, his women, everyone was afraid.

The person I met once also remembers the person I just missed. But everyone was scared regardless of how often we met. I had goosebumps, especially relative to adults, and sometimes it was difficult to utter words. Thus was the best I could do just to peek over your back, brother.

"Wait, brother!

He said, "Come quickly! First prince and second prince."

Also, the voices of two children were heard from behind the hedge. It was me and two near-ages who made me peek into my face like I was diving and sewing between grownups. From the conversation, apparently the two are brothers.

We're brothers.

... brother, you called me a brother.

I have never learned specifically what brothers are like. It's just that at that time, my brother was even happy with all the words you gave me.

My brother stroked my head while you were hiding behind his back and called out to me that it was time to go back to the carriage.

Nod and go straight back to the carriage with your escort. Close the door, and as the carriage rocks out, "Many people were calling me by your name.... I was happy to see you," he laughed. When he nodded and responded to it, he was stroked in the head again.

Brother, you are kind to me. So at this time, for the first time in my life, I wanted my brother to be my brother.

"... brother...,... eh.

At first, I tried to say it, but I couldn't put it into words well.

Words should have been learned earlier than anyone else, but it was hard to say just one word of it.

To my words, brother. You stopped stroking your hand and waited for me without prompting me to be quiet.

This time, the desire to say prevails over fear, and again I squeeze my words.

"... ah... oh... oh, kiddo...

I didn't learn to be royal. It's called. But I envied and admired the friendliness we called each other like those brothers.

With his gaze dropped, his whole body lit with wonder and heat. Brother, I don't have the courage to see your reaction or raise your face with a hundred million robberies. To me,... Brother slowly moved his hand with it on his head again.

"What? … Cedric."

I was caressed and returned with a gentle voice.

A grin that embraced my words if I looked up reflexively was pouring straight at me.

I was happy, and I looked up and you said... "Brother told me to keep going," Call me whatever you want. "

The hand stroked was large and powerful.

Again, if you call me brother, I'll say, "What?" He gave it back with a grin, just as he did.

Then I called you "brother."

The royalty didn't call me, I was the only one allowed to call me, but I felt special. Many times more than I've ever called before, I could feel that this man is my brother.

Lance Silva Lowell.

To me, my brother is more important than anything.

He is the benefactor of my life and the only family I have.

I didn't realize at this time that I was the one who was suffering the most.