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

Tan,... Tan.

The sound of stepping on the floor quietly sounds. At the same time, multiple footsteps by the escort continued. Everyone turned to it and bowed their heads to the person.

"... Yes, then the Knights' Fourth Squad should work with soldiers from the kingdom of Chinensis around the castle. Permission is due to King Joan..."

I found Jilbell giving instructions to the knights without rest, and the person quickened his legs a little.

I call him "Chancellor Gilbert" just a few meters away. Jilbel turned his face to the voice and immediately turned to each body. I bowed my head respectfully, and smiled back.

"Dear Tiara, Can I help you?

What's in Lord Pride's room? And gently speaking, Tiara glanced straight into Jilbell's sliced eyes after leaning down small. Beside Jilbel, who is in constant contact with the Kingdom of Friesia and the Kingdom of Sursis, there was already a "viewpoint" for sending multiple correspondents and footage from the Knights.

From the end of the war, it was unusual for Tiara, who had been accompanied by her legless pride almost all day, to move alone, albeit with escorts.

"Yes, I came for an important favor.... Chancellor Gilbert.

Gilbert's complexion changes all at once to that look on Tiara's face that looks serious. Seeing what she was trying to say, Gilbert immediately gave instructions to the knights around him.

"... whatever.

After swallowing some words, Jilbel nodded. Take the word straight from the Second Princess, for that matter.

……

"Sister. We have brought His Royal Highness Prince Cedric II.

Style's voice jumped in with the sound of Knock after Arthur replaced Captain Column at Kingsguard's disposal and Tiara left the room to communicate with her mother.

When I replied, Cedric came into the room so that he could be invited into the style. He is no longer in armor, and, as usual, wears royal outfits and the same brilliant decorations. Though I thought for a moment that it was the same, how he was doing was contrary to that.

Appearing with a slight shade of expression, he made that expression all the more rude to my appearance of waking himself up in bed and hanging him.

"... sorry I couldn't even come to say hello for so long. The truth is that I... should have asked before anyone else.

Get your hips down on the chair beside me as recommended by the style. Jalan, and the first thing he said while his decorations made a sound was an apology. Understand that you are thinking again of a low, sinking voice.

"You won't have a choice because you've been busy. You don't have to apologize for that.

I refused to see him on the first day because this one is the same crime. I gave it back with that in mind, but still Cedric's expression is not excellent. Instead, the fist I was holding on my lap seemed to be harder.

"... of the legs, how are you?

"I'm almost fine. I don't have any pain, and my right leg is healed. My left leg is in three or four days of patience.

"When I stayed until it was fully healed,... my brothers told me.

"Yeah, I'll go back to the Kingdom of Friesia the next day when it's healed.

I was only used to his words, which were traceable. He's leaned down, and still turned to me over and over again to see me properly. Finally, when I properly communicated my willingness to return, there was a little silence as I whined, "Well..."

"... really, I appreciate it. To all who are in the kingdom of Friesia. Especially pride, you...... can't get your head up for life.

The head that made him bow further down. I feel so bad if I let the second prince bow his head so deeply. But even yesterday I told the two kings I'd just let them bow their heads like that. He still leaned over when I rang him to raise his head, but slowly returned to his original position.

"You worked hard too, didn't you? I don't know the details, but... so dangerous.

Tiara told me, Cedric's shoulder moved pickly, and now it's time for him to look straight at me.

"... Since when, did you know...?... Mine,...

"You mean" Divine Son "...?

Replace Cedric who can't say enough, and I'll put it into words. As soon as I said the word, now it was time for Vikri and his shoulders to rise and fall hard.

I'm sure it's not a very good word for him. As for the game and aliases, Cedric said, "" Divine Son... because of his descending aliases, I kept tormenting my brother, who was the first prince at an early age ". I didn't hide my character Cedric or his talent, but I didn't brag about it. Though the alias of" Divine Son "was known to the Kingdom of Friesia from the merit of replacing the king of the hospital bed in a year and supporting the country brilliantly. At least Cedric now, that alias didn't reach our country at all. Stiles and Arthur listening to us won't make sense either.

King Joan probably also told me that I knew the alias of the Divine Son.... No, he said something from me several times, even if he didn't.

Explaining that he had made predictions from me, Cedric asked me, "Well, did you even know I was going to fight on the battlefield?" His face stains surprisingly when I shake my neck to the side.

"What I predicted was a future ahead.... but I believed I could.

Since that time he decided to get up from himself. I'm sure he could get excited without a tragedy. "Besides," I go on with the words, peeking into his burning eyes.

"... you also decided to go to battlefield because you were ready for it, didn't you?

No matter how much he is, there's no way he's really going to pop up on the battlefield without the confidence to be able to handle weapons. Perhaps he himself had already understood his talent as a "divine son".

To my inquiry he nodded only once with his mouth tied as he gently turned his back. Even in the game, his talent was amazing when he even copies his opponent's technology just by looking at it. He was no match for Arthur's skill in arms and unnoticed swordsmanship, which was the Knights captain on the boulder, but "as if he were dealing with countless warriors" was enough to be acclaimed.

"... sorry. I... from the beginning...

"You just apologize, Cedric.

I laugh unexpectedly at him trying to apologize for something again. I dare you to turn a slightly mean grin from me at him for rounding your eyes to see if my reaction was unexpected.

"He said he jumped out dressed so well.... I told you I heard, didn't I? What you've worked so hard for.

Laughing, I remember the words he said away when he broke up.

"Watch..." "Pride Royal Ivy!"

I don't actually see it this way. But I know it right. That he came to King Lance and fought desperately.

Cedric, with his mouth tied to clog a little, responded to me with his eyes alone. I ask him, laughing and showing him again like that.

"Hey..." Don't you like Shinko so much?

To my inquiry, his eyes open silently. I know he was hiding his talents for his brother in the game setup. But there's no way I know his "past" as a predictor. I dare to wait without pulling in on the question I threw at him, even though I thought it was mean.

Keeping his gaze afloat for a while, Cedric continued to remain silent, gripping his fist again and again. He finally opened his mouth again as he cut it so still that he could clearly hear it until the sound of his throat rattling.

"... oh, I hate it.

It was a deep sinking voice without any help. Cedric eats and ties his giddy teeth in the wake of that one word. His gaze, which made him bow again, was burning in anger at something.

"I can remember everything and live in this sight." It is the origin of what was called the divine son.... but what will that be?

Drop your gaze straight into your right palm. The hand was held hard, along with words that were as if they were asking themselves.

"This talent, I shouldn't have gotten.... that's all, I can assure you.

Hate lingers in the gaze I dropped on my fist.

No matter how confident you are in your appearance, no matter how much you are held back, or how much you are loved by your two brothers.

Long before the tragedy, … I'm sure he hates himself more than anyone else.

"Even if you can love the appearance, you can't love the contents."

"... you don't have any body.

Unexpectedly, the words leaked first. To my whining Cedric nodded his gaze intact, "Oh, that's why I've been this talent my whole life," so I truncated "I'm not," before I ran out to the end. He's got something wrong. Correct my words to him again.

"... Cedric, your talent is neither abominable nor abhorrent to you right now.

Pokan, and his mouth stopped open small. Faces like you don't know what you're talking about. My eyes directed at me are shaking in confusion.

... so annoying to myself. I'm sure there was something more than just threatening my brother's right to inherit the throne. I remember his words releasing "you toyed with me" to an old man called Sir Hamm.... I may not have any good memories. Just still.

"Nice talent.... I'm sure it will make you happy.

What... ⁉ and his voice rubbed up. Make that look rude just to say if you were listening to me right now. "It's okay," I continued to say before he tried to open his mouth wide.

"... if I were God.... if I had to give that talent to King Lance or you.... I'm sure I can give it to you too.

His expression gets tense and stiff so he doesn't even know if he should be angry or surprised. The open eyes were round as plates, and the big eyes' tweezers clearly appeared.... but I really thought so. Because he is.

"Because if you can push someone away, you're the kind of person who gives everything away. Because at the end of the day, you're the kind of person who throws everything away for your loved ones.

Gently, touch his stiff cheeks. My fingers also trembled when my skin vibrated small like cramps.

"That's what I want to give you. Someday you will protect your loved ones and yourself. Such talent.

You've already been instrumental once, haven't you? and refers to him on the battlefield. Because I could only be sure that he wasn't just protected.

To my inquiry he skewed his face. Now it's not anger, it's that look you give me when I'm about to cry.

"And... give King Lance the king's vessel.... I'm sure you know why better than I do.

Gu, and shut his mouth hard with his trembling jaw. And nodded loudly like a child. I find his eyes burning in color moisturizing again, and I laugh not thinking you're really a crybaby. While stroking his damp eyeballs with his fingers, … I understand that my heart must really remain young.

"King Lance is a truly lovely king." Divine Son "is such a great man to bounce off..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Cedric's eyes open wide again for a moment. Frozen with a single colour of amazement, he blushed that face within a glance. The temperature on his face clearly increased, and… his neat face became heavily distorted.

He made a noise and even groaned as his throat cramped as he leaned over to show me. Covering his face to hold his eyes in both palms, his forehead scratched up, and he was grabbed by a powerful finger.

Gu, gu... A voice leaked quickly, and I gently whispered its back. Still, he rubbed his jaw, covering his mouth and holding his eyes back again to delude the occasional water droplets he conveyed.

He's a crybaby, he wants to dress up, he's sweet................... I'm sure someone weaker than anyone I've ever met.

"... you did your best.... It's okay now.

When I hung that word on him, who had been liding his knowledge for years for both of his brothers, a whimper leaked out of him at once. A coughing cry echoed through the room as he shook his shoulders violently.

Round his back, getting smaller while squatting, he really looked like a child under ten for a moment. I would have put it on his head if I had noticed my own hand as it was that kept on mopping my back. If I careless and stroked that hairstyle with my hands, I remembered King Lance and King Joan, who thus laid their hands on his head.

When he threw away as much knowledge as he could, stopped growing himself, clouded only biased knowledge, and still kept stretching his back whether his brothers deserved it.

... this, big boy.

I guess it was because those two were there who could not help but lose their kindness before that and their hearts caring for others.

"... I'm sure you can be nice people like your brothers.

When this boy my age became the "adult."

If I kept stroking his head with that in mind, his head sank like a nod regardless of the weight of my hand.

"...... Looking forward to it.

I'm sure his time will move from now on.

And I'm sure we'll catch up soon.

Because he's dozens of times faster than a person, and he's the one who moves on.