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

"... Clark. Again tonight......

Familiar tavern.

Late at night, Roderick, the Knight Commander who had been drawn to his friends, opened his mouth heavily as he gripped the jock. Usually enough to drink out of a breath, but now I can't even think of drinking it cheaply.

"What more are you saying now, Roderick?

Clark, a deputy captain who poured liquor for himself and placed the bottle on the counter, slapped Roderick hard on his back as it was. Bang, a jock poured linearly on the slapping clap overflowed and there was more zero on the counter.

"Because you will always be. I hope you can't tell me, but the other knights won't take it personally, will they?

I couldn't help but drink and tap my shoulder more and Roderick asked for a jock. He rattled his throat with the gubbies, emptying them at once and then slamming the jock on the counter. Soon, however, Clark pours the liquor in line again.

"What's the matter, my friend? I came back from my shift and I've been doing well.... Did something happen to Mr. Clarissa?

Sitting next to me, I peek in looking up to the booze myself.

Clark naturally realized, just like the knights, that Roderick had been doing something wrong since this morning. Furthermore, there is something wrong with Arthur since this morning. That's why he was bringing Roderick to the liquor store half-enforced. Give me the name of Clarissa, Roderick's wife, and Roderick's face was unnecessarily cloudy. No way, really, and if Clark rode himself out, Roderick shook his head silently to the side.

"No, Clarissa and her relatives are perfectly alive and well. … and the store has no problem.

Saying so, he emptied the jock again, and now poured the liquor of his own free will.

That would be nice... and Clark sipped a sip of booze, too, while returning it. That's why Roderick doesn't want to go into more detail about himself in this tavern. At the end of the day, I said, "Well, did you even have a couple fights," and Roderick punched his forehead at the counter plainly.

Gon, and the low noise sounded, and Clark now shouted, "Oh my God, is that really true?"

"No... I was just scolded unilaterally...

I laughed as Clark guessed a little at the low Roderick voice. So, or so I turn my arm around Roderick's shoulder to comfort him, and slap him gently. "Mr. Clarissa, I'm scared when I get angry," he said, daring to drink, arranging a few liquor bottles in front of Roderick.

With a word back to Clark, half like a yak, Roderick poured the jock over and over again and left it empty.

"Did you even find out what you were hiding again?

"That's the place," Roderick replied bitterly to Clark, who said brightly and alcoholically. Clark looks up to booze again, laughing at it. While chewing on the dried meat served, I decide to take a look at Roderick, who looks heavy on his head, for a while.

Roderick swallowed the liquor bitterly with his words, itching to be honest with his best friend, Clark. I breathed out a long and deep sigh, thinking it had been so long since I drank so bitterly.

... It's not a lie, it's not.

In fact, as soon as Roderick got home, he was stuffed by his wife, Clarissa.

Roderick was also surprised to see if something had happened at first, but it was only this time that his heart was stopped by what Clarissa was grabbing in its hands.... with a royal crest, in that envelope.

It was not very unusual for Roderick to be absent at home and for his wife to confirm the letters and envelopes delivered on her behalf. If that is obituary or hasty content, it is also Clarissa's role to come and tell the Knights Exercise Grounds.

And that, this time, came out the back.

A letter delivered two days ago by a castle guard. It was not so uncommon to arrive from the castle to my husband, the chief of the knighthood. Furthermore, this time not to Roderick, but to the Beresford family. Clarissa opened without hesitation and… ceased.

The letter states that Arthur, his own son, is a fiancée candidate for the First Princess.

It was further noted that it would never be divulged to the outside world.

I had no choice, and Roderick revealed everything to his wife depending on what happened.

days after Pride's Birthday Festival.

Roderick, who was summoned by the Queen in the matter of the column, did not just gain certainty there that his own men, the column, were candidates for pride fiancée.

What was told from the mouth of the Queen and Regent was the incredible fact that his own son, Arthur, was chosen as the fiancée candidate of Pride.

As head of the Knights, even though the mere fact that two of his men are candidates for fiancée is a matter of seeing Historic History, one of them is furthermore his own son.

Too often, even after seeing it, my feet flashed even after I returned to the Knights' Exercise Ground in time for a while. I couldn't get the answer to thinking about what the hell was going on and why it had happened.

Clarissa repeated the same question as him as soon as Roderick spoke of it, but naturally Roderick could only answer that it was Lord Pride's will.

Roderick, who holds quite a position and medal as chief of the knighthood, but he and his wife are born commoners. Arthur, moreover, as a king and his brother-in-law, does not even wear as much upbringing as a junior nobleman. He was thus chosen as the next queen's companion candidate in this country.

The Queen and Regent were also briefed on how they were originally included as candidates. Furthermore, it was also told that a system was in place to support "any person. Besides, he's only a candidate. Except Arthur will really be chosen from among the three. But how honorable are you as a people of the Kingdom of Friesia just to say that you have been chosen as one of those three?

Why is it that our own son, who only has the blood of ordinary people, has the honor of not even obtaining a senior nobleman or other royalty? Far beyond surprise and joy, only questions remained.

When I heard the story to the end, Clarissa said, "Does Arthur know?," Roderick naturally shook his head to the side.

There's no way I can tell you. Even Roderick, who received an immediate circular from the Queen, said he still couldn't hide the confusion and tidy his head. If I told Arthur that to face to face every day as the Kingsguard Knight of Pride, it would have been more confusing than I was. Furthermore, the same fiancée candidate is a column that Arthur admires and admires. There is only one element that Arthur wolves about.

I couldn't imagine what the hell pride was meant to be, neither Roderick nor Clarissa. Even if there was a real fiancée candidate, I can't find a reason to make the other one Arthur. The column is one of the Counts, but we're not even up to standard.

"... Arthur and Lord Pride are really just called Kingsguard Knights and First Princess...?

Clarissa, who had been silent for a while to sort her head out, asked Roderick to squeeze it out.

Roderick replied to Clarissa that it was definitely all there was to it in the sense that there was nothing offensive about it.... but, in fact, that's not the only relationship, it's a friendship with Style, the first prince, and even more so with Pride, the tenant himself, who has known each other for about seven years.

Clarissa knows Arthur admires pride as a princess, but she doesn't know how that really happened.... because if you explain that, you'll have to explain it from the cliff crash seven years ago to the potato ceremony.

The couple's discussions took an entire day, and Clarissa kept the small restaurant closed as well.

Ultimately, Roderick also asked me not to tell anyone, not to tell Arthur, not to be noticed. The letter that arrived was also received by Roderick, and there was no more evidence in the house.

By the time Roderick returned to the Knights' practice field again, Clarissa was grumbling a little bit about sorting out her feelings as well: "I thought Arthur was just like you and absolutely neglected that..."

Roderick was also worried that his wife, who was dyeing her cheeks slightly hotly, might have had a wisdom fever after thinking too much, but at the end of the day, she was pushed out of her back "because it's okay".

The two of us talked and also told Arthur not to go home for a while. In a few days, Clarissa can completely change her mind, too.... Conversely, "Roderick was once again made aware of the magnitude of what even Clarissa needed for a few days.

... Clarissa hasn't bothered me in years.

Ha, and sighed Roderick looked at his right hand as he continued to unconsciously pour booze into the jock.

Several bottles of liquor that Clark was lining up for me have already been emptied. I finally understood there that you drank a lot before you knew it.

"Did you piss me off so much, Roderick? Did you apologize properly?

"... apologized. but... that's not even the story.

You just didn't get me to cry worried like before. Is it better yet?

Still, when I remembered my wife dyeing her cheeks enough to remember the fever of wisdom, I also felt slightly guilty about hiding it. But that's why I didn't even want my wife to have such a big thing. There's no way we can turn down a proposal from the royal family in our own capacity.

Roderick himself, I couldn't imagine how Arthur would react if he found out about this and in case he was chosen as the last one.

Rejoicing or refusing to be afraid or even that. However, I could only be sure that I could be a wolf for sure. As much as Arthur admires pride, so does Roderick. But if you're engaged… if you're married, that's another emotion. Honestly, Roderick is not good at drawing on the finesse to that point, and he is aware of it himself.

... This kind of thing is better suited to Clark than me.

I look to Clark as he prepares an even newer bottle. "Then I'll just have to show my sincerity," said Clark, leaning his jock with a laugh, still only a second cup.

He would have given me a more informative opinion if we had talked about this, but there's no way I can tell Clark, who is just a friend, even though he's family.

I wanted to hide it from my wife, but at the same time some of myself was relieved that I had a presence to share my worries with.

... and Arthur's,... how do you feel...

Thinking that far, I'm finally losing consciousness.

I realized there that they drank a lot while I was overthinking it. Now Clark groaned, "Finally crushed," to Roderick, who was really drunk and sank his head into the counter, laughing.

When he was worried and depressed, it was quicker to get him drunk until he crumbled, and Clark, who he knew, looked quietly at Roderick, who had completely closed his eyes.

It's the only way I know how to treat Roderick because he's the only person who looks drunk. Slap your friend on the back while emptying the second jock all at once as it is.

"... you and I,... you're old.

Clark laughs as he whines like a solitaire that he would have had a little more to drink back in the day.

I also thought about retrieving my friend, whose face remained lit by alcohol, to the Knights Exercise Ground already, but I reconsidered letting him sleep just a little more on that sleeping face, which was too exhausted.

His uniform of a large body was stripped off once with a familiar hand and woven on crushed roderick as it was.

When I sidelined my sleeping friend and wondered if I could have another drink, or relax and connect with weak liquor. Suddenly the pastries, and the paper-like sound reached my ear, dropping my gaze to the floor.

……

If I stared at anything, it was a note.

The clap that fell on the floor is spilling apart from the envelope. I don't know the envelope or the sender with the address on it, but I have a guess that it belongs in a luxurious envelope and a note with a pretty good identity.

I don't recognize myself, and I understand it might have spilled out of Roderick's uniform. Carefully grab the envelope so you don't see the address, then pick up the note. I took it in my hand, making sure the other notes didn't fall. And folded in folds, and paid dust,... then.

"..................... what?

Unexpectedly, one voice leaked.

The moment I realized it, I cursed my eyesight.

Because I see it, snuggly from the back of the note.

The letter "Fiancée Candidate" Arthur.

I meditate my eyes so that I decided not to look at it once, and softly this time I turn my note into an envelope. At least I wrapped the letter in Roderick's inner pocket of uniform, which would be the original location, with great care to never see just the sender.

"…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

With sympathy, Clark put his hand on Roderick's back to sleep.

From the day she was summoned by the Queen for a special holiday in the column to how she is today, there was a point to make about why Roderick was so tired, all of it. I mean, I shrugged in my heart.

... Perhaps Arthur doesn't know about this. And I can tell from Roderick's story that Clarissa learned about it recently.

"... and I can't possibly know either.

I wish I could get him on board with the consultation, but unfortunately I can't do that. Because it's information that you shouldn't know.

Pong, Pong... and gently slapping Roderick on the back, looking again at that tired face. Pride, whose own son is just the king's match candidate, and whose opponent is also a great benefactor to us. And above all.

"I don't know because you're oblivious to that... Roderick.

I can't help it, Clark puts on his cheek wand thinking.

I also understand that from him it was probably really a sudden thing.

For Clark, I want to laugh a lot "like a boulder pride". When I thought about Ningro Arthur, I was filled with joy from the bottom of my heart.

But you can't do that next to one of your troubled best friends right now, pouring a third glass of booze into the jock instead.

"Arthur and the column? The other one,... well... if you go in due course.

Whimpering in his mouth alone, Clark blurred and remembered what one young man looked like, stopping thinking. I reconsider that I, the knight, should not go any deeper.

Look up at the contents of the jock at once and gently place it on the counter after emptying the contents.

"... Come on, we're going home, Roderick.

Place the price for two at the counter, let Roderick's uniform fit in tightly, and then lend him a shoulder. Roderick, who looks mostly intoxicated, leaks a compliment again, but pretends not to hear and takes him.

"Really... I'm old,... me and you.

... to the point that with my own son's engagement, it would haunt my head.

With that in mind, Clark took Roderick and left the fray and the liquor store behind.

Clark has predictions about what future Roderick brought Arthur to this tavern a few months ago, and what he told us together. That's why it's extra to understand that the situation would be complicated for Roderick right now.

"It's both a pleasure.......... and you're both pathetic...

I laugh at friends whose legs are moving but whose consciousness is still sparse. Clark looked straight to heaven with a small voice about his breath.

Exhale for a long time as you walk to the Knights' Exercise Ground.

"Well,... don't worry.

Now I squealed a little louder. He goes up to his voice about to speak to himself and opens his mouth to the sky alone, shouldering with his friends.

After also finding out that Roderick is not hearing, thinking it would rather be.

"At that time, I'll cry with you.

... even if "whichever is going to cry.

One, a promise no one knows. Clark walks out with his crushed friend on his chest.

Looking up at the sky and looking at the moon, which is flat and empty.

... to an endless future, just a little chest ache.