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

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

Quinn, quinn! and as the heavy bumps between the metals echo over and over again, Arthur lightly prevents my attack with his sword.

I traveled momentarily and aimed behind my back, but it was still restated at a moment's judgment. For years, they've been able to guess what kind of hand they might be coming next because they've continued to match their swords.... Even so, Arthur is probably the only one who can do this. From my point of view, I can't read any movement or behavior because Arthur wears a variety of techniques every time he meets. The constantly evolving horror of the coin is unnecessarily thought of in the skin after the frequency of matching. I hear you're still working with the Kingsguard Knights, the Knights Commander, and Jill Bale, but they probably have the same sentiments as me. I can also snort that I was promoted to captain of the knight.

"If he hit me... eh... before"

Arthur eats and binds his teeth to me, repeatedly attacking him as he repositions himself over and over in an instant move.

Gilli, the moment I thought I heard the sound, I was slapping my fist ahead of the moment I moved. Though over the armor, he was put in a thoughtful dovetail. Before I managed to get in deep, I jumped back, but the shock reached my body and I couldn't help but round my back.

"Say what you have to say."

... Arthur, who so roughed up his voice, also notices a great deal of impatience.

It won't just be because I changed in the auditorium and attacked right away. I put my posture straight back, and before I said anything, he yelled, "If you don't tell me now, I'll force you to throw up." The first prince told me so much about it.

"... a little, I admit it's frustrating.

I wiped my sweat and returned the words and Arthur slapped me back, "Not at all. Wow." I wanted to say back that even you were pissed off like that, but I stopped because I could see it completely waterboarding.

... I haven't told Arthur that Prince Cedric would be after Pride's fiancée seat. Even the matter of Prince Leon three years ago gave him unnecessary worries and doubts. I didn't want to make the same noise again in case. Only now should I tell Arthur definitive information. Even though I didn't want to waste my hard work on Arthur, who was sensitive to people's fixing smiles. So now and forever, I only want to tell Arthur certain information.

"Next week, my birthday will be quite massive.

"That's right. It's your bar mitzvah, the whole country's celebrating.

So did I. Arthur kept pointing his sword straight at me. Since men in this country are allowed to marry from seventeen, they are admitted as adults a year later than women.

"Naturally, the United Hanazoo kingdom will also attend my birthday.... except that only Prince Cedric was invited in relation to King Joan's birthday. By now, we will be on our way to our country with the assistance of special abilities, just like our mothers.

King Joan and King Lance had difficulty coming to our country with their mothers the following day, both at the end of the Birthday Festival and in conversations and negotiations with countries wishing for invited peace and alliances, and it was impossible to attend. That's why Prince Cedric, the king's brother, is the only one who attends my birthday. … to be honest, though I feel complicated.

There are three fiancée candidates each for Pride and Tiara. And in order for them to have a better choice, they will be given the opportunity to meet with their fiancée candidates at many ceremonies and parties from now on. In other words, the more people are invited to a ceremony or party, the more likely the person is to be a fiancée candidate. Of course, none of the candidates for engagement will be absent for the same inexorable reasons as King Yoan or King Lance this time. Still, you can almost certainly assume that you will be invited every time.

And Prince Cedric is still invited this time. It is only natural to be invited because we are new allies. However, I still doubt why.

"... well... Prince Cedric is a decent person now, isn't he?

I know you didn't forgive me. Arthur, who can forgive me if he comes to celebrate, said, his eyes swam in the back of his back. Is he aware of Prince Cedric's favor as well? My mouth slips extra as soon as I think so.... I really get zero in front of Arthur.

"Right. I do not tolerate the numerous disrespects, dishes or cookies that Prince Cedric has offended my sister. Plus I haven't been able to beat him once, and I haven't seen you beat me up.

Yet if I can still be the king's matchmaker, neither me nor Arthur will be able to do it again for the rest of my life.... I'm sure that's the only reason you're upset. I can't think of anything else.

Arthur was a little stunned by what I said, but as soon as I got back on my feet, he said, "I know.," he muttered. Then the next time, as if you had read what I was thinking, you hit me with a question without context.

"... hey,... remember when I asked you three years ago what kind of guy Lord Pride's fiancée was good for?

I put my sword in my arms with one hand to those words that I could take away from me as if I were saying them a little farther away.

Naturally, I remember that time. After the dissolution of Prince Leon's engagement to Pride was concluded, Arthur asked me with his head.

"... what kind of guy would you like if your next fiancée came out?

And my answer is... sure. Let Arthur line up the words of that time as they were, not a single word different as I remembered.

"... clean white, no priors, no betrayal, no women's play, I love my sister sincerely, I think of my country like you and Prince Leon, my head turns more than me and Jill Bale, and I don't have to think about it if you're a stronger man than you.... That's what you said.

"... so, how long... if you meet that condition, you'll pass."

Arthur keeps asking me questions that still don't pay attention to my words.

What the hell is he trying to say? You mean Prince Cedric fits most of it? But Prince Cedric has committed too much disrespect for his pride when it comes to cleanliness and innocence. The intellect seems so genius that it has an alias "Divine Son," but Arthur is far more determined on top of it if he is capable of combat. Something like 60% when it comes to percentages?

When I insisted, "At least 90%," Arthur whined, "Oh..." his eyes still swam. What the hell is wrong with you? I understand it's strict, but it's just my personal condition. Besides, even if Pride hasn't put Prince Cedric in his fiancée candidacy, there's no chance that any other fiancée candidate is below that condition...,...

... other, fiancée candidate?

"... Arthur. What the hell are you hiding?

Arthur's shoulder freaked up and down to my word with certainty.

"Yes, no, nothing," he stuttered, cramping his face on top of it.... Yes, he is sensitive to people's handling, but he is not good at lying or handling himself. It's about Arthur, Tiara, and Pride who realize what I'm hiding, but Arthur finds out for everyone. Because if you poke it a little, it's easy to get the look out of your face.

"Oh... I see. You, when did they let you know that?

"No, when I was informed… at first I just wanted to guess"

"I see, you still mean you have some information, too.

Now if you lightly camouflage it, it will hook up. Arthur held his mouth against my words this time.

I enjoyed getting hooked up with Arthur's opponent a long time ago, and Arthur stepped back on his hind legs if he moved one step closer with a grin.

"What's up, Arthur? You're not hiding anything from me."

"You can't tell me the contents of the letter between Lord Pride and Prince Cedric."

Arthur tells me back to resist being cornered.

Sure, I didn't tell Arthur or Tiara what Pride told me about the letter either. Because it was confidential and could have caused Arthur extra concern.

"I am stopped by my sister. You wouldn't have asked me that before, would you?

"If I told you that, I would..."

... Now I almost thought of it. Is he being stopped too? Well, I can largely imagine it coming from someone. It's about him, he'll keep his mouth shut any longer. Then let's check just one thing first.

"Well, congratulations, Arthur. I didn't know you were one of your fiancée candidates.

"Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba- You know best who you are. Why did you say that?"

Arthur, whose face turned bright red to my inquiry, ravaged his voice by waving his sword aside.... I see, apparently not. Then you still have powerful information. One or two of the fiancée candidates, or all of them? I nod many times watching Arthur disturb me. It's a big mistake at a time when he thinks he can hide something from me.

"Very well.... Then shall we settle this place in a masculine battle?

I will rebuild my sword against Arthur, who continues to be a wolf. Arthur, whose head was still boiled and unable to cope, nevertheless stood his sword against me reflexively with his frightened face. I'll answer that with a heartfelt grin because I've been late and asked what you mean.

"It's just me and you here. One battle, win if you take one or put your opponent on the ground. If I win, they'll tell me about that fact you're hiding. If you win, I'll tell you about the letter.

Speaking unilaterally, Arthur turned his eyes "Are you serious?" Well, that reaction would be natural, too, to tell you that I was stopped by pride, because before then this battle was overwhelmingly in favor of Arthur, the knight.

"If you beat me, you can ask or not. I won't ask you about it again either. But if I win, I'll definitely ask. Whether you don't like it or complain, I'll definitely have you throw up.... okay?

Arthur rang his throat once and then nodded when he decided that was the only way out.... That's good. Because Arthur is not the kind of guy who wants and breaks promises.

Arthur put up his sword on me, concentrating once and for all on what was distracting to my laugh. Naturally, you also assume that I will use instantaneous travel.

Set up swords with each other. Breathe was ready, and after a brief silence it popped out at the same time without a signal.

... twenty seconds later.

Arthur's fury, "You can't fool around," echoed in the auditorium where he decided to win or lose.