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

"Please, I've been waiting for you.

If I rang the knock gently, I immediately got a response from across the door. I'm used to hearing voices already, but now I'm even slightly frustrated to hear them.

As the guards opened the door to the Chancellor's office, Jilbert greeted me with his usual spare grin. In front of the guard, I also made a laugh and walked into the room, but the moment the door was closed, I also stopped taking it and put my arms around it.

"I'm here on instructions from my Uncle Vest, but... what can I do for you, Jill Bale?

Gilbert dropped his eyebrows laughing at my grumpy voice.

As you can see from that reaction, you also realize that I'm not in the mood from the celebration the other day. I pretended to laugh as usual in front of the Castle humans and my Uncle Vest, but... honestly, my anger still doesn't go away. If I see Arthur with that repaired grin, I'll be sure to have a drink. In the end, even after that, I couldn't say clearly to Arthur who tried to listen to me about the cause of my anger.

"Sorry to keep you busy, Dear Style. But I was also instructed by Regent Vest.

Uncle Vest's...? And when I realized it, the arm I put together loose.

That's what my Uncle Vest instructed me to do until he called Jill Bale. With a little anticipation, he urged Jill Bale to continue the conversation. … but.

"As a matter of fact, Regent Vest is very busy with you, and many of the fears are that I will take his place to give Mr. Steele a brief exam.

That being said, Jilbell took out a bunch of paper that would be a centimeter thick from the desk drawer. "Here you go," he recommended the table and chair in the room, taking it with a grin as I was dismayed by the clap.

"It's just a punch test...

Sure, then I can't help but see Uncle Vest. Being busy doesn't change Uncle Vest or Jill Bale. But it was true that by now Uncle Vest had important official duties with his mother. I'm not even a Regent yet. I'm not even allowed to be a part of this.

... something like checking your strengths in the meantime?

Exhale and sit in your seat as you are guided. Receive a bunch of paper and a pen from Jilbell and spell it out quickly from the first sheet. At first I will write down the answers without having to think much about whether it is all a basic issue.

"... listen, Jill Bale. Is there a time limit or deadline for this?

Ask Jill Bale as he moves the pen unchanged. Then Zilbert walked away from me and sat down in his seat, zeroing in the words, "Oh, can you afford it?"

"Other than misconduct, especially when it comes to this. He just told me to hang on and do it well for at least an hour.

"Then tell me something. It's just good enough to be cut off focus with your voice.

It's always more and cuts well today, and I can hear Jill Bale's inclusive laughter as I give it back. Do not remove the gaze from the test paper, but only point the words at Jill Veil. I didn't have to look at it. The voice alone seemed to make the bitter smile visible. "That's right," murmurs Jill Bale, waving the topic as if he had immediately come up with it.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. My wife told me she would love to thank you for this.

"I'd love to say hello to Maria, too, but... it's not something to be thanked for. Until I did what I deserved as the next Regent.

The gavel came back from Jilbel saying, "Sure," if I return it, I would happily be called Sister or Tiara. The first one ends quickly, sweeping aside to get to the next question.... the foundation again.

"Stella now tells me she wants to see Sefek again.

"Sefek and Chemetho also want to see Stella. Val told me he would never forgive me again.

It was when Val and the others visited the castle because of the delivery man's work. Thanks to two people suing Pride for that, Pride and Tiara also found out about one of Jilbale's mansions. Now I remembered to my liver that I needed to be more thorough in my mouth stopping.

"I was angry that they had taken all the sweets in the mansion over fear," Jill Baer returned, laughing lightly.... although it's probably Cefek and Chemetho, not Val, who eat that confection.

"Then it's hard. Those two aren't going anywhere unless they're with Val.... I'll have to fish with booze like Prince Leon.

"Can you catch it with our liquor?

"The man eats cheap liquor or fine liquor.

I don't know much about the taste of alcohol anyway. With that in mind, I roll another one.... just the basics. The boulder is uncle Vest, it won't pull out.

"There is no alternative to the extreme evil of Val's face. Worst case scenario, put on a cloth bag or a mask.

"I think that scares me, though.

I heard you laugh again when you imagined huffing...

You didn't think I was gonna make a joke, I'm angry again with the pleasant voice. Mostly this guy... and remembers something else as soon as he gets complaints about Jilbert in his head.

"Speaking of which, I heard. I hear Copelandi's secret detective whispered a saddle change.

One, two and roll the paper while waiting for even the foundation to finish. No matter how far I go, I have no tension with all the foundations, and when I gather a few dozen pieces and roll them up and peek at them, I finally get a reassuring look at the likely responsive question.

"From Val, is...

"I hear you've been watching the whole thing. It's a boulder that didn't distract you from being there, either.

He is also good at listening and lurking just because his priors are priors. He knew all the time that Jill Bale was talking to a secret detective man.

"There wasn't much mercy for the man, was there? That delivery man has a good night's eye.

Val also told me that Jilbel had half-killed a spy. "He wasn't the one I wanted to show off..." Jill Bale groaned in a sigh of sigh at my words. Even Val's story seems to have done it with the implications of showing off to a spy who would probably be watching it somewhere. I already know the whole story about Val. … that Jilbel could not shake Maria and Stella's safety into threatening materials.

"Each of these lives and lives is dedicated to another."

... Yes, and what you were talking about.

……………

I notice my hands and mouth stopped unexpectedly. I exhale at the fact that I'm finally about to finish the foundation, moving my hands a little faster.

"... well, you can just admit it there.

I would never do glances at you. Running the pen with my eyes on the paper unchanged, Jill Bale said, "Is that...?" He still asked me what I meant.

I dared to remain silent until I reached a seemingly responsive inquiry from the issue of the foundation. I open my mouth after I finish writing and make sure I finally get a question that's going to get my head working.

"... only that you're not what you were four years ago.

Do you want me to look at your face?

With that in mind, on the contrary, we ignore the silent Jilbel and continue to solve the problem. He seems to be Uncle Vest, with occasional hooks and difficult questions to judge.

"... thank you.

I will respond to the soft Jill Bale voice with a wrinkle between my brows. There was strength in his hand holding the pen, and the crisp sound echoed into the room.

One problem after another, where earlier foundations were as tough as lies, and even longer texts came up that needed answers.

I don't have time to waste chatting with Jilbert on boulders, and I concentrate and write. Jill Baer figured it out, too, and hasn't spoken to me in a while. For the increased concentration, the pen progresses from the time of the Ningro foundation problem. Uncle Vest gave me an hour. Then I'm tempted to end it exactly in an hour, including a review. When I wrote one, and one more, and hung on the last one.... Jill Bale has put a blade in it to sharpen my concentration.

"At that rate, you're going to be able to answer the last big question without delay.

What's the big question?

Answering the question from above, if you put the last question lightly into your sight, it was just one line of question statement and a small answer column. I kept solving the question, wondering if it was the usual big deal again, and finally it was the last time I asked.

[Want to master the King's business and official duties in order to support the pride and future King's rule?

…⁉ ︎

Unexpectedly take your eyes off the paper and raise your face to Jill Veil.

He smiled quietly at me just because of the reaction he expected. My eyes met with mine and the grin eased even more with Nicole.

"Almost two years after Master Stayle was involved in regency work. … Regent Vest has told us that Mr. Stayle has already continued to do his full regency work.

Two years...

From that determination, I am surprised that those years had already passed.

I mean, this exam isn't just a punch...

"Tomorrow, if the test results meet the standards, I will also provide an explanation regarding the official duties and duties of the King's concubine in parallel with the Regent's duties.

Finally, I can learn.

Further knowledge to protect and support pride.

I can definitely learn that knowledge from Jilbert, an assistant to the King's Mate.

My hands trembled slightly with joy.

I regret being noticed by Jill Bale and desperately fix my faceless expression, but now it's even hard.

Still, Jill Bale, who understood to take my mood in his hands, smiled and happily left his face open.

"If you're confident, how about it?

He asks me comparing my face to the paper. If it's something you know, I'll laugh at him with my nose staring at his face.

"Naturally.

The tremor stops and I re-grip the pen. On the last big question, I wrote down the answer for sure.

"Reference values and other raw temperatures. I don't care if it's full or not anyway.

Place the pen, bundle the paper before reviewing it and show it to Jill Veil. If I made him laugh to provoke me, Jill Bale would have returned a pleasant laugh as well. "That's Stayle," he complained, angry at himself for not feeling bad.

Yeah, it doesn't change what I do.

I don't care who will stand next to my pride. No matter who Pride chooses, no matter who Pride

"One day I will want to be close to you, Princess Pride… and His Royal Highness Prince Style."

......... even if you want.

………………… ... No, that's not it. I don't care if it's Prince Cedric or not, it just caught a few remarks that could be taken as that front announcement. By and large, if his story after the defense war is true, the original he is a fine king brother with excellent brains, who loves his country and family and now also has common sense. He's more of a desirable person with his personality. offended Pride for an unacceptable disrespect in the past, but still now

"Big Hate"

... I don't just have it in my roots yet that I made my pride cry once or something. It's never the case that I don't care that I respect a man like that as a king or that I'm unhappy.

"... don't get on the diagram like you made me laugh once...

I got into words in my mouth if I noticed.

Fortunately, it didn't reach Jill Bale, and he paid the proper amount of questions he'd been asking back. Now it's time to start looking through the answers you've written from the first one.

Pride's, next door.

I don't care who it is. There are countless conditions from me. But if you want to add one more thing to it now.

A man who can keep his pride important.

……

"Come in.

Queen Rosa's office.

That room, which is used for a completely different purpose from the bedroom, is also one of the royal families, the same as between the thrones and the sight.

And now, on Rosa's left and right sitting in that room, he also refrained from regent Vest and king's mate Albert.

In that space, where the samurai, rather than even the guards, were made to refrain outside, the invited figures stiffened themselves a little out of tension and stepped into their feet.

When the door was closed by the guard from the outside and completely in a chamber, Rosa recommended the front seat by pinching the table.

"I'm sorry to call you out of the blue, Pride, Tiara. I called you today because I had something important to tell you.

As recommended by Rosa, Pride and Tiara sat down on the couch, still facing each other with straight stretched spines without breaking their posture. "No, Mother," they returned, but they both had a good idea why they were called in their heads.

Style, the next Regent, and a story on this occasion that isn't even called by the current Chancellor, Gilbert.

Rosa smiled at the two daughters, signaling with her eyes to Vest as she was.

When Vest nodded at it, he offered several documents and a bunch of dozen pieces of paper to Pride and Tiara respectively.

"What we're about to talk about is top secret. Only you, the First Princess and the Second Princess, should know.

The two swallowed cocklessly in Rosa's mouth. Nodding, the two of them, who answered in one word but looked at the documents they received from Vest, understood everything about what would begin to be explained.

"How to select a new fiancée and… about that candidate.

Disengagement of Pride two years ago. How to select your fiancée as modified by it.

What Rosa should tell you for this and… and what they should decide for themselves.

The two people who were briefed by Rosa and Vest nodded at each of them.

"Thank you, Mother. It's a very, very grateful story for me, too.

"I think that's a good idea. For your sister, … for me.

To the words of Pride and Tiara, Rosa laughed relieved. Albert and Vest also appeased in their hearts and watched over Rosa and her two daughters.

"If there seems to be no problem, I'm going to announce just this selection method at Pride's Birthday Festival next month. And then..."

Stifled, and now Rosa rang her throat slightly nervous. Her nervousness so far was hardly an official occasion or meeting.

"For once, let's hear it. Pride, Tiara. Take a look at the paperwork at this stage… what is your decision?

Pride and Tiara roll the paperwork again to Vest, who tells them they can wait for a decision. I firmly checked dozens of pieces of paper, one by one. They

On the spot, I decided.