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

"... are you having a cold? Chancellor Gilbert.

He who speaks to me with a pale voice.

That person looked at me with that look that only nothing coloured. During his prime minister duties, he came to help me with my late work, and he was cleaning up the paperwork that was piled up in my room, as he was accustomed to.

"... No, I'm just not feeling my throat a little better.

Was it because of my age, and if I gave it back, they threw their gaze out the window instead of replying. My throat ached again if I wanted to continue the words, choking back from my lungs, coughing up.

"It's easy to change the temperature difference during the day these days.... I wish you lived in the castle.

That would be easier to go back and forth, and I thank him for the words he cared about. Indeed, being Prime Minister, I am allowed to live in the castle. That would be right if I were to spare myself. I don't have a home to go home to anyway. … but.

"Thank you for your concern. But I like my life now.

"Instead of a mansion, do you have a life that doesn't even have a house and keeps going down to the lower echelons, Chancellor Gilbert?

Someone like you. Mouth once upon his words, which trump my words clearly. He doesn't blame me or mock me. His faceless face and flat voice are just casting doubt on me.

I return my words to him with a ragged voice as my old and fading self gazes at my hands.

"... The Stone Style Regent Hall. Your ears are bright.

"I don't know what they're doing until now.... wiser not to get involved too much. You will not be safe if you are also known to our prime minister and rough men.

I'm not worried about that.... because there is no way that a child could be the same person as such an old man.

Does the fact that he knows I'm down to the lower echelons mean the same for the Queen? Thinking that far, Regent Style said, "The Queen knows nothing.... all I know is the rumor, too," he continued.

"... I'm just... living the way I deserve.

Summarize the paperwork, look through, spell out the signature, and press judgment.

Now all the work loaded on the desk is that repetition. I put the necessary books on my desk and sit back in my chair.... Even staying standing in this old man's body is fatiguing.

Lady Style, who looked through me and another desk in turn to the paperwork gathering what I needed suddenly, looked at me with cold eyes as I stood.

"Prime Minister Gilbert, I don't really recommend imposing it. Even so, you serve both the official duties of the king and the prime minister.

"Thank you for your concern, Style Regent. We also apologize for borrowing your help in this way.

He is Regent. Besides, when the queen says that she uses her hands and feet like this, she will come to me to help me with my business if she finds free time. At first, I asked you to come to the message that "Her Majesty the Queen wants to clean up the case immediately," but... when we realized that together, we did more work for the Regent, the Chancellor, the King, and... and even the Queen who did nothing.

"Nothing, not for you. Because this is what I do. Besides... aren't you the first person to help me who doesn't know the right or left in Regent's business?

"Well... what the hell. Forgotten things have gotten worse lately.

I did that to you. And when I appropriately spoke to him whining, Master Stayle turned to me with a face that remained faceless.

Regent Vest was executed unknowingly at the hands of the Queen, and he, who was still young, was entrusted with the de facto Regent. Young Queen and Young Regent. There were only a few things I could do to him. However, when I had both the Prime Minister and the King's Assignment business, it did not change where there was another business increase.

Sure, at the time, he was the one who looked up and snitched while the queen ordered him to regarding Maria being protected in that room...... There was no way I could abandon him as a young man who drowned in his regent duties, which I don't understand.

Gohockaha, and there he coughed up again. I can round my back and focus on my abdomen to keep it down, but my cough continues like a seizure over and over again without being able to indulge in the old man's body. Sorry, if you apologize, Master Stayle only returned a short reply.

"Chancellor Gilbert. … please sign this document.

"I'm in awe....! This...

Replace the contents of the documents received from Master Style before writing his signature as the King's Deputy.

If I gazed with diminished vision, the content was something I had yet to see through as well. And it's also something I remember.

Understand that there will only be more documents required within the end-to-end exposure of the contents. Master Stayle opened his mouth before finishing reading it.

"My birthday about a month ago. This is a list of the upper management who embezzled the offerings at that time and an allegation of disposition. I'll show His Majesty, because I need your permission to represent the King and the Chancellor before I do.

It was common for this person to declare the disposition of the upper management to me.

With the special ability of instantaneous mobility, he uncovered the darkness of many upper layers, solemnly in the name of the Queen. It is only a felony, such as royalty's, hands on the resources of the country. Besides, it's not just heavy punishment in the Queen's world today. There may also be a death penalty or a disposition for each clan.... and he had done a bunch of picking after fully understanding it.

"Also... I didn't know that so many upper levels would be danced to the immediate greed.

"I'm not interested in offerings, but...... it helps because it helps to broil them out this way.

That said, for the first time, the end of his mouth was distorted with a grin. Black eyes wrap around deeper darkness and black smoke hegemony swirls.

The only time he would smile was when he would thus pick up the upper layers and decide to dispose of them.... Yes, he was definitely hoping to break the darkness of the upper echelons. Given his birth and previous journeys, it would also be natural to want to bury one or more of the upper echelons who continue to fatten their private bellies with national blood taxes.

… thus reaching out to national funds can also be described as a failure by dictatorial politics today.

Even upstream nobles, including the upper echelons, not just civilians, are depleting their funds. There are funds to protect the house, to protect your possession as a nobleman, to support the land, to support people. If it is the original dictatorship politics, it pokes its hole, where only the upper layers, who sip only the mean and sweet juice, become fat and otherwise starve, … but he does not even make it good.

The fool who tries to poke a hole in politics today is undoubtedly going to be convicted by him. As a result, those who fatten their personal bellies more than necessary were no longer even in the upper echelons, only the royal… queen's nostrils continued to swell without reproduction. Perhaps only the financial resources of existence, which would also be most desirable for him to plead guilty, will surely be protected.

"Master Stayle, please love yourself.... Some of you have been using yourself too badly.

I don't want to stop him from doing it.

As a result, innocent people are also less likely to be taken more money than the queen asks. Even as far as I'm concerned, that's what you should want. But... I can't help but show him how young I am.

Being young and regent, he constantly tortures himself and continues to support the Queen as she wishes. Is it brainwashing, gripping weakness, another purpose, or even a contract of servitude? More than submissive, he works as the queen desires, and even more so dyes his hands for more than that.

Even just looking at it with old eyes like this, from his face, which was originally neat, he lost his blood color, and his eyes were blushing under whether he had not slept enough. He deflects his face from me in an attempt to hold onto his glasses and delude them, but the fatigue was obvious.

"... glasses, you're tamed.

I'll try to change the subject from me to him trying to hide it silently.

Then, having lost his grin, he turned his face towards me with no expression. I loosened the force of my fingers holding the edge, and now it was picked at my fingertips to make sure.

"... thank you.

Originally he had no poor eyesight, he faded his eyesight before his body since he became involved in the regency business.

In the days of continuing to follow even the unfamiliar paperwork, even the young man's body was honest in parts other than strength. I was the one who suggested tailoring the glasses to him, who didn't even notice his own decay at first.

I also have slightly diminished my eyesight in this appearance, but to the extent that I need to stir it up. However, he had obviously brought his face closer to the writing and was also increasingly engraving wrinkles between the frowns of his face, which was faceless.

Call a tailor for glasses and let him make it on the spot and nature and the wrinkles between his eyebrows disappeared. He had doubts about me as to why I had noticed my own change, but from then on, I had always started wearing my eyeglasses.

Finish writing your autograph and sentence and hand him the papers. Received, he confirmed it with his eyes without moving a single expression and thanked me.

"Then I'm going to submit this one to Your Majesty once. … we will ask you again after their disposition.

Would want to dispose of the dirty upper layers even now, he disappeared in a moment's travel with the words.

In a space where no one is anymore, I get my hands on dozens of documents that still remain. Look through, write your signature, and press judgment. Just pale the work Albert used to do.

"... ugh!... whoa, whoa, whoa... whoa, whoa...

The cough creaks up again. He holds his mouth and coughs up again and again as he rocks his shoulders. Continue coughing too much, running out of oxygen, sucking up the air shallow and desperate.... I had noticed that there had also been a slight fever since this morning, but apparently I had lost my mind because of the loss of my eyes.

My vision is slightly blurred and I cling to my desk with my old fingers. If you manipulate your body straight to another age, it might be easier than it is now... but you can't be that cheap now that you don't know when the Style Regent will be able to come back.

"Above all,... of sinners I deserve to continue to suffer this way.

Hands don't stop. Follow the writing with your eyes whenever possible, even if you can't breathe, even if you're blinded, write your signature with your trembling fingers, and press judgment.

I have to finish this job by the end of the day. I'm sure a hungry people will still be waiting around my residence tonight. There's a girl who can't pay her taxes and tries to make a decision to sell herself. I have a mother who... is kidnapped and beaten up by human trafficking. I have a father who still tries to stain his hands on sin if he has to get his hands dirty for his family. There are old people and toddlers who want food while starving and sipping muddy water. I need to give them some money, and I need to deliver the meal tonight.

"... because if I... don't keep living, I... have to keep making amends.

Speak to yourself with a disturbing breath.

I don't have time to rest forever. Because that's the only redemption I... can make that made so many people unhappy, my, my beloved woman, who just couldn't save one.

……

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"... a cold? Jill veil."

With a voice that suppresses the emotions of the bass, Master Stayle hangs words on me.

My head was blurry with a little fever, but my consciousness returns with a stell-like voice. I immediately looked up, and there was a grumpy look there that I obviously suspected if I looked at my complexion.

Regent Vest gave me time, and Master Stayle was visiting my room to help me learn the King's Assignment.

He even seeped anger in those pitch-black eyes as he organized my work papers into one piece of work.

"... No, I'm just not feeling my throat a little better.

"Only your tongue seems to go around the same for that matter.

The usual relentless words are emitted instantly. If I made him laugh "thanks to you" to flush his disgust, his sharp eyes pointed straight at me to stab him.

If I tried to return any words, I accidentally had another sore throat, choked back from my lungs, and coughed up.

"Sounds like a lot of pain for just a sore throat, huh? … it's a good idea to see how many more excuses come up.

Once he returned his gaze from me to the paperwork in his hand, and confirmed a few required paperwork, Master Stayle put a bundle of hands on my desk saying, "This is all I still have to do."

"Maria or did Stella give it to you?

"No, you two are fortunate at all.... I thought you probably lost the temperature difference.

Recently, temperatures have risen exceptionally while the sun has risen, and the night is slightly cold. On the way back to the mansion, it must have been past the night breeze.

"Then see a doctor right away. It's about you, I guess I haven't even talked to the pharmacist yet.

"Light cold, so. It annoys the hands of castle doctors and pharmacists to this extent -...!

... Shit.

When I realized and stopped the words, the hegemony and glance mixed with the anger of Master Stayle was directed at me again. Clear anger in silence and a slight twitch comes through.

"Ho...... As good as it gets, I get it. That's what I mean when I feel comfortable using the best people in the castle like you.

A quiet, deep-sea voice is spun from the mouth of the Stile. I'll make a laugh and give it back, thinking about what to do. This place should be broken by me.

"Excuse me. As soon as the King's Assignment with Master Stayle is complete, he will immediately call the pharmacist."

"No, it's good enough, I gave up.

Speak reflexively to the style that breaks with a clear voice, as if to dispel my words.

Shut up, the grin was unintentionally drawn to its voice color, which included the meaning.

An unpleasant feeling tells me cold about my forehead. In the meantime, Master Stayle checked the clock, and when he glanced at me only once, he was disappeared on an instant move.

Lady Steele disappears and only relaxes for a moment. As soon as that happened, he coughed again and again from his lungs, rounding his back and holding down his overhead mouth.... that, it was time.

"I'm telling you to fix this place, Jilbert."

Suddenly the anger of Mr. Steele sounds, his face up. When I saw it in my sight, it was the moment Lord Arthur was thrown at me with the scream of a familiar voice.

I took Lord Arthur at the same time as the collision, and he also managed to gain nothing by just hitting me on the back against the wall.

"Jill... Chancellor Jill Behr, Suzu, Suzu, Suzu, Suzu, Suzu... Are you hurt or not?"

Soon after landing, Lord Arthur, with his blue face, hurriedly raises his voice.

Wake up and give me a hand that was brought to the wall. "Really! I'm so sorry," he said again and again, grinning back from me as I shook his hand. "No, I'm glad Lord Arthur wasn't hurt," he shouted twice as loudly. "No, it's tougher if Chancellor Gilbert was hurt."

"Keep your voice down, Arthur. The guards will ask.

Lord Arthur squeezes his mouth in a calm, stell-like voice. Swallow Gokuri and Word with your breath and look back to Master Stayle. To strip his teeth out, he lurked his voice and stared at Mr. Steele.

"Stayle, suddenly you throw and you get hurt by Chancellor Jilbert."

"It's better than a cold. Put a bullet in Jill Bale's head from you.

There's no way you can do that! and Lord Arthur, who suppresses his voice and yells at me, turns to me again to see if it really hurts.

Nothing really. I couldn't catch much breath because of the back I hit and the passivity I took. Rather, it's easier to breathe now than earlier.......... Well, naturally.

"Jill Baer, I'm gonna drop you from the top next time.

Arthur. And in a light condition, Master Steele was placed his hand on the shoulder of Lord Arthur. Lord Arthur, who would still be unable to grasp the situation, roughs up his voice saying, "So why me?" But I don't mind, Master Style said, "I'll apologize to you later," and he erased Lord Arthur again. I pay off the dust of my clothes again, wondering if they were probably returned to their original place by instant travel.

Even while he was doing so, Master Stayle put his arms around him and approached me step by step.

"Your body belongs to our country, to the people, even if it extends. Arthur also knows how to manage his health while he's at work. What's so good about you neglecting that?

... you're right, and if you return the word, the sharp eyes of Stayle stab me again.

"What are the doctors for? The pharmacist will do anything for you. Next time you hesitate to help them, I'll knock Arthur over and over again.

... Lord Arthur.

The only person in the world with a special ability to heal the diseases that exist. It's horrible that you've been called in to treat my mild cold.

Nothing but waste, such as using your power on something that will heal after a few days off.

If you keep your mouth shut and bow your head to Master Steele while responding in silence, you will be pursued further "what if you infect Maria or Stella with a cold".

I'm sorry, and if you apologize, don't think you can hide it from me? and awesome with a low voice.... It's been a long time since I've been preached so far from my head by my friend, Albert.

"Not at all... What would you do if your father caught a cold and made the same excuse as you?

"Basically, I'm calling the samurai and pharmacist all the way to his room on my own. Because he's pretty strong, too.

To my immediate answer, once Master Stayle turns his eyes round. "Did it happen," he asked, and I finally laughed and said, "It's about once a year," and now the deep sigh returned.... Such reactions are still similar to those of Albert and Regent Vest, the king's mates.

"... then I'll take the liberty of getting Arthur over your head, too.

"No, from now on, you will always get the help of a doctor and pharmacist as soon as your symptoms develop.

I return to Master Stayle's words with an instant answer again.

I laughed in case I pressed "I promise," to Dear Style, who pointed a jittery and damp gaze at my words, and I finally lost my strength from Style's shoulder.

"... Shall I show you the report that my father and I must have hung up on the doctor as evidence and the medication I received from the pharmacist? You are too good at lying.

I was awed, and if I returned the words, Master Stayle continued his paperwork again.

I tapped the paperwork I had earlier placed on my desk twice with my fingers and was instructed not to use words to just finish it. If I receive the paperwork and look through, Master Stayle will clean up the other paperwork with brilliance.