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

Katsun, Katsun, Katsun.

An inorganic sound echoes in the great hall.

Everyone watched the Lord of the sound, and many took their breath.

With crutches in one hand, step at a time, and slowly, and in a definite foothold, in the figure of the First Princess appearing before us.

Behind it followed the first prince's style and the second princess's tiara, and even more besides Arthur, the Kingsguard knight, many knights surrounded them and protected them.

The sights continued to be gazed up by the knights, who were told there was a greeting from Pride, and by the soldiers of the United Hanazoo kingdom, who had gathered to ascertain at first sight the life of Pride in their own desire.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for this. In the name of the First Princess, Pride Royal Ivy, I sincerely thank you.

No one on the spot could be relieved of her voice, which brightens her.

It is a pleasure that she showed up, even suspected of survival, but more than that, she broke her chest in the appearance of an obvious wound and put her strength into the muscles of her face, desperately trying not to put it on her expression.

In the meantime, the princess continued to speak with dignity to the soldiers and knights about her words of labor, her words of gratitude as princess, and her stay in the coming days.

"Finally, … this foot injury is, as you all guessed, the reason for postponing your stay. This is all I needed because the knights risked their lives to help me. I would like to take this opportunity to thank you sincerely.

Until now some knights have laid martial law, but I will take it down with this occasion. and looked around with a grin at the knights protecting themselves. They responded only with a meeting, not breaking the look on their mission as knights, and each rang only their throats small.

"I'm sorry to bother you. But I'm alive and well on this street. Please, rest for the rest of the days. As soon as I am ready, I will leave the country in turn.

A short response from the knights echoed throughout the hall. In addition, equally hectic voices were returned from the soldiers of the United Hanazoo kingdom. In this, Pride quietly looked over at them wondering if there would be any guards then.

"Sister. … then."

When the style speaks up and urges Pride to leave again, Pride nods only once and slowly exits the spot with crutches on again.

The decree from the Knights Commander echoed, and the knights, and the soldiers gathered, were dissolved at once.

The wounding of the First Princess of the Kingdom of Friesia caused noise throughout the United Kingdom of Hanazoo, rather than in the castle.

…

"Oh, Lord Pride."

Shortly after he raised his voice, Eric raised another voice to severe pain because of twisting his body.

Well, the groan went up, and the knight in the squad touched Eric's shoulder, "Are you okay?" and held him down so he wouldn't move.

Wounded in the defensive battle, Eric was unable to take a trip to Pride's greeting like the rest of the wounded. Still, I was relieved that Pride was alive, not as rumored, and waited in a bed assigned only to the seriously wounded for the other knights to return.

But the Knight of the Most Squad who came back told me the most about it was Pride's foot injury.

According to the story, he was bandaged and fixed on his left leg and showed up in front of the knights as he walked on crutches.

While distracted, Eric, calmly awaiting, was at once distracted by blood.

"But they say a few days' stay will cure you completely. So I was wondering if it might be a physical defect or something...

"Captain Alan and Captain Column are sure there were no knight casualties."

Neither of you... ⁉ and Eric show up yet. Two knight captains also guide you. Then the knight said to calm the excited Eric, "They say you two are safe, that you two were active and Lord Pride had nothing else to say about your life...!," he replied slowly to Eric's question. Eric finally exhales at the words.

... Good, all three of you are safe.

When I told Eric, who grew up, that the knight looked fine except for his pride and injury, he sank himself into a hard bed as he had been.

Eric, who regained his calm, reacts in the same way when he looks around with his eyes alone, the wounded other than himself.

I can't believe the two Knights captains were on and Pride was injured, but I guess that meant there was so much crisis. The two knight captains make me really glad that the two Kingsguard knights of Pride were the ones who must have done it with a foot injury.

The specifics of the time also seem to be spreading from the mouth of the idle knight attached to today's Guardian of Pride.

It doesn't sound detailed from Eric's bed position, but the knights "boulder Captain Alan!" "Captain Column..." "You're safe really well..." was the only voice I heard. I thought they were back, but judging by the knights' speech, unfortunately, I understand that there doesn't seem to be any of them just talking about it.

But no one in the knight doubts the martial arts of Alan and Column, nor does the glow of the eyes of respect change. The trust in the two Knights captains was so absolute by then. Some knights jumped into the emergency room and said, "So where is Captain Alan now?", "He wasn't at the escort earlier."

Suppressing his desire to be mixed up in their conversation, which is noisy in the hallway, Eric pushed his back with only his hands "you go too," to the knight who came to inform himself first. As much as I'd like to know, he's determined to listen to Alan's martial arts tradition, too.

Yes! I dropped off my back disappearing from my sight with a quick leg, as I lay down the knight who replied... and then I came back again.

Moreover, Eric tilts his neck at a knight who has rushed in with a change of blood phase more than earlier. Beyond that, there was a tremendous noise overflowing.

... No way.

Second, the edge of my mouth cracked before I asked the knight about his visibility one day. "Deputy Eric! Deputy Eric:" The knight, who looked panicked, rushes in front of himself again. And...

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you.... Ah! Deputy Eric:"

Katsun, Katsun, Katsun, and every step of the way is sure to bring inorganic sounds closer. Plus on that bright voice Eric hurt his wound trying to wake up again.

If you gaze as you endure the pain, the pride of a rushed appearance rushes straight into you. Still next to it were Stayle and Tiara, along with the knights of the escort.

"Psst... Psst, Master Pride, why are you here?"

Raise your voice as you endure the pain. My flank wound hurt again because of too much shouting. The upper body was wearing nothing but a bandage. Eric raised his face while holding back only the wound.

"I heard from the knights that Deputy Eric was injured... Are you okay?

He turns slightly against pride as he peeks himself in from close range with Tiara looking worried. "No! No, I'm fine! screaming," and the wound hurts again. As it were, I turned my attention to the knights behind Pride, not just to say, "Who said that?" Everyone as well as Arthur accidentally missed the lifting glance, which was unusual for a warm Eric. Raise your voice while you are doing so, and your wounds will hurt even more if you invest in waking up your body in front of your pride.

"Please take it easy, Deputy Eric. Don't worry, I'll make it easier for you too.

So laughing, pride sits in the chair by Eric's bed. Pride said no to a chair that would be more relaxed if the style were needed. I sat down in the chair next to it while Tiara tried to care for my sister.

"I heard you were shot sheltering the Knights Commander.... I think it was a wonderful and brave act.

Pride grins as he slightly frowns to work Eric. That alone raised Eric's blood pressure and seriously thought that the wound that should have blocked him would still erupt. As it is, the conversation continues with Pride without being able to speak well due to tension and confusion.

"... but I'm really glad you're okay. Looking forward to hearing more about the Kingsguard Knight's reign.

Keep saying, "Doesn't anything else hurt?," he softly touches the unwrapped part of the bandage. Thin fingers and palms touched Eric's skin directly, lightening his body so unexpectedly.

"... although my body seems a little hot. You got a fever or a glare? I understand that the diagnosis of the Seventh Squad is definite..."

This is the only time I have a fever and glare, I can't say even if my mouth is torn. There will be no more words in my pride that you are seriously worried about.

Arthur and the knights panicked slightly at Eric's appearance, and Style said to the boulder, "Sister, it's time..."

"... please don't push me. If anything happens to Deputy Eric, I'll cry.

A pride with one hand on its cheek from Eric's body turned a grieving grin on Eric. limp pride hands cooled Eric's cheeks, and

Bong! and the fever soared.

Pride screamed briefly at Eric, who had clearly turned bright red as his complexion had painted. Extra Eric's fever went up in pride touching Eric's face, neck, and unwrapped areas of the bandage to make sure he had the fever as it were with "Deputy Eric".

It's okay, complaining brightens my head to a fierce attack from Pride.

Pride, the first princess, came all the way to see herself, even closer, touched, and uttered words only to herself. For Eric, who was not least dismayed by his failure to see pride at first sight until just now, a complete surprise attack was also a good place. When Eric as well as the knights around him worried that blood would erupt and die from the wounds that were really blocked like this.

"... Dear Pride. Were you here?

All the knights as well as pride turned to a low, sighing voice. If you look, Roderick, the Knight Commander, is walking up behind his pride with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

Tight at once, the knights greet Roderick almost simultaneously, while Pride and Tiara say, "Knights Commander!" He raised his voice.

"I also went to tell the knights at rest about Lord Pride from me...

And look at Eric, whose face does not cool off. He touched his right shoulder and neck muscles exposed to pride, his eyes tearing through a slight panic. At a glance, Roderick sees the situation, holding the wrinkles between his eyebrows at his fingertips.

"... Dear Pride. I was wondering if His Royal Highness the First Princess would touch the skin of a man slightly on a boulder.

The calm voice of the Knights captain looks back at Eric, who fears a pride as calm as being hung with water.

Eric, who turned his face bright red and exposed his torso except for the part where he was bandaged, had already lit his body bright red as well. Once again, a short scream of pride shouted, "Oh, I'm sorry," Pride, whose face turned bright red to himself. Style and Arthur supported him at the same time as his left foot, secured by a bandage to a clap that tried to pull a step at the same time, caught him in the chair and was about to fall in.

"Dear Pride. These knights, like Pride, are all absolute tranquillity. Please, visit us another time…"

"Well, at least say hello to the other wounded knights,"

"That's not true. It is sufficient to apologize for the visit in order to heal the injury.

As far as pride is concerned. Pride nodded with his face bright red as he swallowed up the word, Roderick. To my slightly panicky sister, I say, "Shall we go?" with Stile grinning bitterly.

"Deputy Eric! And knights, please take care!

Accompanied by Style and Tiara...... slightly forced, Pride, who took Arthur and the knights, waved at the knights who slept in bed in panic.

"... it would be nice if you could be aware of Master Pride as soon as possible with regard to the array.

Ha... and vomit again for the longest sigh of the day. Roderick looked at the knights around him as well when he spoke to Eric, who turned bright red as he was.

Everyone is forced to wake up to see Pride at first sight, and even the knights who light their faces so that they can be caught in Eric's misery.

If Pride stayed that way and visited each of the other knights as well as Eric, then surely Squad Seven would have had to get back to treating all the knights who had worsened their healing wounds.

Stabbing a knight of absolute tranquillity is not even a joke, such as the first princess of her country.

"Master Pride's... injury... I couldn't ask..." he leaked carelessly as Eric flustered into bed again. The knights of the squad fanned Eric, resting on his forehead with the back of his hand, and handed him a wet cloth.

The privilege of being a Kingsguard knight and, in a sense, the knights witnessing a horrible trial at the same time gave rise to zero gobbling and throating noises from nowhere.

"Often, like that pra... you can do... things. … really."

Ha... shrieking Eric remembers the second prince of this country as he roars with a shudder and a little anger and admiration. The knights asked back what it was, but when they returned it "to themselves," they put a wet cloth on their face.

From Style's mouth to Pride, it was around the time Eric fell asleep again when he heard Cedric wanted to see him even tomorrow.