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

"Geez, I don't know..."

The sound of banging your forehead against the table sounds in the room.

The night Cedric and the others returned home.

In Alan's room, Arthur shouted with his face lit bright red for a different reason than booze.

Next to each other, Eric, and Style, who had completed his regency duties, sat down and nodded at the words.

"... me too, that development on the boulder was unexpected. No way. That's what...

Stiles with cheek canes on the table had more alcohol to drink than usual.

It was also unusual in the eyes of the Kingsguard knights to snort in a slightly truly alcoholic manner to the complexion. Peeping it over Arthur, Eric laughs small and bitterly, and furthermore he looks up to the jock as well. The three of them completely crushed side-by-side, drunk and swallowed were drunk.

Alan and Column, laughing more bitterly than Eric at the appearance of the three, looked at each other from their seats across the table. I wonder what's wrong with the three sicknesses who should usually keep the alcohol from drinking too much from themselves. And one of them is the prince of this country. After seeing the column face to face, Alan finally opened that mouth in awe. "Um ~..." he reluctantly spoke to Steele, and Arthur and Eric also raised their faces to Alan's voice.

"... so in the end... what happened...?

To Alan's inquiry, the three immediately turned away and pressed silently.

It was Alan's room, which he was completely familiar with as a gathering place for Kingsguard knights and styles in the past two years, but this time Alan was also in a bit of a hurry. Eric and Arthur were the ones who said no to him and visited Alan's room, and Alan himself invited the column to the room if he could ask why the scorching hell was when he took turns. And... when the four of us entered Alan's room, we were already indulgent in the room where Steele was supposed to be locked.

Before I opened the door, Alan and the others were wary of the signs in the room, but I raised my voice unexpectedly that it was the first prince inside rather than the intruder, and then hurriedly closed the door before the other knights could see me.

Only Arthur, who had anticipated that only one of them would come, sat out next to him, saying "I'll swallow you" to the style at the very beginning of the opening. Then Arthur poured liquor on the style of his infidel expression without his usual smile, and even Eric, who was usually supposed to pull a step back, sat next to Arthur and loaned the liquor out of Alan.

Neither Alan nor the column were able to block their open mouths at first while providing booze to the three of them. As a result, not only the column, but usually even Alan, who swallowed it, is in a position to take care of the three tonight.

"... I'm sorry, I have a confidentiality obligation...

Arthur apologized to Alan instead of the silence-piercing style. I was so depressed that my face that I let it fall on the table again.

A proposal from Cedric, the king's brother, to Tiara, the princess, and even the acknowledgement of Tiara. You can't talk cheaply even in booze seats, as the fiancée candidate is more than a secret in itself. The sunken voice of Arthur and the continuation of Eric's apology make Column and Alan unable to hear anything either. Besides, next door is the next Regent's style.

As Alan twisted his head out to change the question, he opened his mouth to peek after the column had a sip of booze first.

"Even if Prince Cedric disrespects Master Pride again...?

Arthur and Style shook their necks sideways at the same time that Eric returned "No, in that case..." to the words of the column that at least put Cedric would have something to do with it. Alan laughs at the two of them hiding his mouth from the direction and timing of shaking it out brilliantly.

"Master Pop Ride had nothing..." "That's what it is..."

Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... and Arthur scratched his hair to boredom with his hands off the jock and his head in both hands. Long hair is disturbed, and from the knotted area it becomes a booming mess. When Stayle looked sideways at it, he pulled Arthur's hair string apart without permission. Bass, and all the exuberant hair descends beautifully according to gravity.

"They went diagonally to my prediction...... I didn't know the aim was another HQ.

Style, who even gave him a sense of humiliation somewhere, looked a little complicated and asked for booze again.

Gu, and swallowed, slamming him on the table a little ramblingly, not like him. Are you trying to calm down just on the surface, Arthur's hair string is completely squeezed while playing with a circle at one fingertip.

Words of Arthur and Style and even more blush and cover with both hands as Eric remembered something. Alan and Column looked at it again at each other. Alan's mouth cramped and the column nodded silently as he fixed his own forehead with his fingertips.

... Oh, you found out about Prince Cedric and Lady Tiara, he said.

From the two of us who had already sensed Cedric was in love with Tiara, it was enough information. Above all, Arthur's disturbed appearance of how he clearly cared about Pride's relationship with Cedric is the answer.

Alan and Column each recommended booze and water without even being able to comfort them poorly than the three tried to hide them. Especially since Arthur is troublesome when drunk, the column is strictly managed with water.

He was watered down the column, and while I gave him back thanks, Arthur dropped his gaze again on the table.

... Dear Pride... I didn't give a shit...

Until now, long after that smile and laughter of Pride was directed at Cedric at the celebration, I didn't doubt that Pride's heart was in Cedric. For Arthur like that, this whole thing was a shock.

It was when Cedric confessed to Tiara at first that he was surprised, and the upset could not be hidden, worried above all about his pride mood while the development was further. But as a result, Pride didn't see Cedric as heterosexual at all. On the contrary, he says he was even on a romantic consultation.

I made it a style and a question blame, and the more I solved the mystery, the more I realized that all the pride I thought was just a mistake.

... Howdy... I'm glad you didn't tell Style...

Also, I hint that Leon was about to be the two dancers when he came as his fiancée.

The more I wish I was upsetting Style with my uncertain assumptions, like I did then, the more shame I get in. It was a miracle that my head really grabbed when I found out it was a misunderstanding and I didn't lose my mind. At the end of the day, Arthur was convinced of his mistake as soon as he turned his untrustworthy, lying, false grin about Cedric like his brother.

Just figured that out, Arthur was driven by the urge to get drunk enough to take a bath tonight. On top of that, even more

"... ti……………………………………………"

Gong, the column stops Arthur, who punches his forehead briefly on the table many times with Gong.

Don't forget I have an exercise tomorrow, and I gently lift Arthur's silver hair with my hands on his head. Arthur's forehead, who raised his face from himself greatly, was more red than his face when the column urged him to raise his face. I'm sorry, and my gaze still keeps falling on the table while I apologize.

Water was again given out of the column and swallowed everything at once. So now I realize that my hair is untied. I looked around to see if the hair string had fallen somewhere and took it back abusively when I realized it was being played with the fingers of the style. Arthur's retrieval of the string opens his mouth to the style he was trying to tilt the glass again.

"... me too, I was wrong.

Boosh, on a grunting style, Arthur said, "Ah?" I asked back.

I figured Style was also mistaken for Pride holding his thoughts on Cedric, peeking into his face. But Style stopped drinking once he thought of something to look away at, and he shut up.

... exactly,... I thought you tried to be close with the Kingdom of Friesia as a candidate for pride's fiancée.

Style also knew Cedric would be the postmaster.

He also passed the exam without a brilliant complaint and was also recognized by Vest, the Regent. It was also expected that it would probably continue to be based in the Kingdom of Friesia rather than in the United Hanazoo Kingdom and would even intend to establish a position within Friesia. To be a pride fiancée candidate or to be chosen from it. I thought it was my intention to build on my track record as the next king.

... I didn't know you were prepared to bury bones your whole life, rather than a foothold.

Style embarrasses herself when she completely missees Cedric.

Though my head understood that I was now a good king brother, I assumed from my previous behavior that it was a complete rise for pride anyway. But in fact Cedric was not interested in the King's Mate... next to Pride, etc., and was seriously going to assume the role of postmaster to line up next to Tiara. Besides, the reason for this is to leave Tiara in the Kingdom of Friesia. Once you figure it out, I can also nod to Cedric who used to say at the celebration, 'One day I will want to be closer to Princess Pride… and His Royal Highness Prince Style, you too'. Because once Tiara and I are married, we will both be brothers in law.

From Cedric's confession, dozens of repetitive understandings turn to Steele's head with alcohol. Plus now I remember the last words he said away at his birthday.

"His Royal Highness Prince Stayle, I... wish I could be one of the people of this wonderful kingdom of Friesia. Yes, I hope so. '

Because of that one word, Style could also have predicted that Cedric was trying to put himself in the Kingdom of Friesia on the grounds of the International Postal Service.... but think it's for pride, not tiara.

... Nothing, I have not forgiven Prince Cedric for his sins against pride. I'm not going to forgive you, like Jilbel and Val, forever. ……………… but.

But.

Style drank up every jock's booze this time thinking that had passed once.

Regrettably,. Overflowing with complex feelings for Cedric.

"...... I'm really angry.

The whining words again did reach the ears of the Kingsguard knights.

Anger, rather than infidelity again, Alan and Column grinned desperately when they saw it from the front on their expressions and their voices. If you notice, Style is brilliantly lined up with the same look as Arthur.

And that look is like...

"... well.

Style finally laughed as the drunkenness turned and the tone was strangely disturbed.

Both Arthur and Eric turn to that voice that even feels disturbed. Pulling up one mouth end, the badly grinning style turned to Arthur to match. Face each other from the front and put yourself up on the shelf thinking that the other is very drunk out of the red face.

Style, with his vain eyes in contact with Arthur, turned his arm around Arthur's shoulder with his hand as he rambled the dang jock to the table. Bang, and Arthur turned to his cluttered shoulder, and looked back at the style again. It overflowed from an unsteady face to a "huffy" laugh because of drunkenness. After enjoying Arthur's bewildered expression until he was satisfied at close range, Style finally opens his mouth.

"Now... I could also reason to beat Prince Cedric with both fame.

And his drunken and reddish face, and his voice was clearly released, contrary to his eyes.

He was Arthur, who once opened his eyes to Stile's bomb statement, but soon this time he returned the same bad grin to Stile.

"... that's right.

Turn your arms around the shoulder of the style the same way you do.

Disappointed to combine their shoulders, they drank the contents all at once as they jocked each other silently.

Watching how the two drunks were, now Alan and the column both smiled without hiding.

I don't care what you two do with the look on Style and Arthur's face until just now and at the end of the day you squirm your shoulders with statements that beat the other guy.

They took my pretty sister, she looked like my brother.

Looking at Arthur and Stayle, and the two captains watching it smile.... Eric thinks.

He also exhales when he remembers the romantic patterns between royalty in which booze has progressed more than usual and has been shown off in front of him.

Only he knew the circumstances but his feelings were relatively calm. It is a pleasure for Tiara to remain in the kingdom of Friesia, warm to her pride, her style, and Arthur and even to us, the Kingsguard knights. And most importantly,

... totally. Because it was a leak... Dear Tiara.

Remembering Tiara this morning when Cedric and the others came to visit, Eric laughed alone.

During her visit to the United Kingdom of Hanazoo, Tiara was clearly aware of Cedric. Just being greeted set her face on fire, her lips trembled, the words to return also turned upside down, and Cedric just laughed at Tiara and her body jumped up and ran away as she did.

He also looked nervous about Lance and Joan, the king, but his reaction to Cedric was remarkable.

But Eric understands that the only two kings and himself would have noticed that. Because even Pride and his opponent Cedric were going ahead on the assumption that Tiara had left the scene angrily.

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Eric tilted the jock as he zeroed so in his mouth alone.

If you look sideways, you will also see Arthur and his shoulder squirming style, blurring wondering if this person is also dull.

"... today's booze is bitter and delicious.

Relaxed and laughing, everyone confirmed the taste of the liquor to Eric, who threw it like a solitary.

Depending on them, there was not one person who felt the taste varied but at least just "bitter".