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

Kang, kang, kang, kang, kang, kang.

It sounds like metal.

From time to time, he is definitely punched in with one hand while also showing fierce offense from light meetings.

"You're a boulder, Prince Cedric..."

Style pays the sword he avoided once, and now it's time to roll out the poke. Cedric, however, redirected the sword he had been paid to slightly defy him with only his wrist and bounced back even further.

A strong noise sounded like a kink, and the stile made a gap in the bounced recoil, and his body was empty in Russia. Don't miss out on it Cedric pounced out more,...... avoided.

Twisting and flanking the body for each body the style defied, he said from Cedric's mouth, "Ooh!" and his voice leaked.

"Not at all, His Royal Highness Prince Steele. You are wonderful.

Cedric laughs as his eyes burn and shine.

As I rebuilt and waited to invite an attack from the steer, the thrust rolled out of the steer this time, as I had hoped. And Cedric jumped and smiled, and now he struck back the sword that was shaken. Still, when pushed out by a sword of a quick style that can't be broken, I pay sideways once I leave it to myself. Cedric twisted his body out of its posture and sideways avoided it when the stile struck the tip of his sword next time, to Cedric, whose axis was braced by recoil.

Once Style untied Cedric, who twirled around and poked his knees on the spot and crouched. Seeing it, Cedric also unwraps his stance and slowly rises up.

"I didn't expect to antagonize you so far.... that's a little regrettable.

This still made me feel confident about the sword, so Steele, who lowered his brow and laughed bitterly, quietly wiped his forehead sweat. I've been working with Cedric for nearly an hour. It remained antagonistic without giving in to either of them at all. No, Cedric, who humbled himself like that, was also breathing up and holding his chest to get it ready.

"I learned some from teachers, too, but... Your Royal Highness Prince Steele, you are stronger than them... perhaps than my soldiers. It's like the knights in a defensive battle. I didn't know the kingdom of Friesia was mastered with this kind of technology until royalty...!

After the defensive battle, Cedric also learned swordsmanship and protective martial arts along with knowledge from his teachers.

But Cedric, who had already stolen technology from the Knights of Pride and the Kingdom of Friesia, had already pulled out more than any teacher or soldier if only victory or defeat. What Cedric was able to learn new from his teachers was the degree of basic technology. And Steel's swordsmanship had amassed so much more skill than that.

Cedric repeated his attempts as soon as he saw the skill of the style, adding more skill to each meeting.

"No, this is about me...... His Royal Highness Prince Cedric is the terrible absorption that must be the story. So much so that they're going to take away all my swordsmanship.

Arthur kept his mouth wide open watching from a distance away from Cedric, who responded with a style and a powerful grin that made him feel sorry for his shoulders.

He knows more about the strength of Steele than anyone else, so I know exactly how strong he is to cross with Steele's genuine sword. Even more so is Cedric's anomaly, which steals his moves in the blink of an eye.

"It felt as if we were fighting a few knights. It's a good experience because I don't have many matches. [M]

Thank you. And as he told him, Stayle gently laid his sword.

When Cedric matched it, he now had a light meeting that really seemed to go hand in hand. Kang, kang, a mild metal noise sounds completely different than earlier.

"Me too, His Royal Highness Prince Style is the only opponent I could antagonize. Excellent brains and extraction and even great swordsmanship as the next Regent. Pride is proud and... Tiara can snort... too.

"?... Tiara, what..."

Until along the way, the eyes of Style, who had returned with a grin to be praised, become slightly rounded.

Kang, and if you played the sword lightly, Cedric shook his eyes pitifully. Once he draws his sword, Cedric opens his mouth to Style's questioning eyes as he takes pity on each other. I waved my sword gently to the steer to distract at the same time.

"Do you mind if I ask you if you're rude?

Kang, was questioned with the sound, and Style returned it. Cedric, who gives thanks, makes his expression a little bit more rude and rings his throat.

"What does His Royal Highness Prince Steele think of Princess Tiara?

"How... and...?

It's easy to answer that question, but I can't read the intentions any more than that.

As he nearly twists his neck, Stile gently pays off Cedric's sword with his hands. Cedric then dropped his gaze quietly from the style to the sword.

"Princess Tiara will be sixteen today. His Royal Highness Prince Style wondered if he could still call Lady Tiara his" sister ".

"………………… Yes………………"

Contrary to Cedric speaking in a serious way, Style gets out of his mind.

I desperately keep it inside in front of serious Cedric and even in the midst of a sword meeting, but the twitch stains my head with a hunch.

Though Arthur can't hear me whispering either, I could tell when I saw that the power fell out of Style's shoulder for a moment.

"Princess Tiara... Tiara is a wonderful woman. Apart from me, there will be numerous men who have been distracted. Far before me, … even those who were taken away.

Style whispers as he wants to let Cedric, who turns his eyes deep into meaning, say what he should say for a while. With great care so as not to blow it out.

"... and I also know that there are people who deserve more than I do. Didn't His Royal Highness Prince Stayle also think that His Royal Highness Prince Leon would be better than me if he hadn't even lived permanently?

... you can't deny it, Style snorted in his heart for the first time.

But that's not about permanent residence, if Leon isn't Pride's ex-fiancé. Think that far. Style realizes one possibility. "May I ask you something?" asked Cedric in a nutshell.

"How far does His Royal Highness Prince Cedric know Prince Leon...?

Cedric opened his eyes to Style's inquiry.

I'm hesitant to say it in front of Style. I immediately perceived that, Style said, "Don't hesitate. It doesn't matter if it's in the realm of guessing," he urged. Then Auntie and Cedric speak out.

"The Kingdom of Anemone, First Prince Leon Adonis Coronaria. The next king and his noble lord. He is one of the world's leading trading nations and an ally of the Kingdom of Friesia. Friesia, a neighbour in particular, is also more intimate than it used to be, and the alliance itself is a relationship that we concluded about seven years ago, but it can now be said to be an unbroken pattern. Many women were also attracted to the ceremony because of the beauty of its appearance. He is also a personable person, and even more popular. We have also heard that the development of trade in the kingdom of Anemone today is at the mercy of Prince Leon. It goes hand in hand with trade, bargaining skills, even sailing techniques, and there is also a great deal of trust from my men. It was very good for me and my brother during the voyage. [M] In the defensive battle, a few guard the national gates of the kingdom of Sursis, and even more so in the rescue efforts of our country…"

Cedric's words continue not long before he breathes.

Stayle was convinced of the possibilities, while meeting lightly. I know Cedric is an absolute memory capable person. I still don't have all the knowledge I know. This is how Cedric's story finally comes from Leon's story to that of the kingdom of Anemone. It has become interesting at the same time as my interest in him, as if I were phonetically reading books and dictionaries. with so much knowledge, and keeping in mind that he

Because you don't know that Leon is Pride's ex-fiancé.

Somehow, I really somehow felt that Tiara had touched one scale of why she was mad at Cedric the last time. Stayle bit off the laugh so Cedric wouldn't notice.

Meanwhile, he was talking about the kingdom of Anemone, like a dictionary, and Cedric finally started putting together a "So" story there, so hurry up, and Style straightened his mind.

"I wonder if one of Tiara's fiancée candidates is Prince Leon.

"Ewwwwwww"

Style turned away from Cedric, who was seriously broken.

If I were to play the sword once and show a face that would rudely obviously make me laugh, Arthur and I just got eyes on each other. Arthur, who would have noticed that Stayle had a face he wanted to laugh at, looks at it with his eyes closed. The style, which suppresses the desire to speak to Arthur now and desperately keeps him calm, turns forward again.

"Oh, really...?

I laughed and returned the words in an interrupted fashion as I continued to indulge. Cedric, who manages not to notice the style pretending to be flat, asked Steel again there.

"Tiara admires… His Royal Highness Prince Steele. Compared to me and others, it's much, much farther.

From Cedric, who said so with a little worry, he also felt the weight of sinking.

There was no gap in my mouth, and I stabbed myself with a blade.

And then again throw the same question on the steer as the first.

"What does His Royal Highness Prince Steele think of Princess Tiara?

Style is sure, to his great pleasant mistake.

The more serious Cedric looked, the more desperate Steele was to shudder her shoulders. Seeing the silence as something else to laugh at, Cedric turns to sue and chases Steele out.

"His Royal Highness Prince Steele.... I love Tiara. Her true happiness is what I want. If you want and love her too, I will."

"~ Eh! Well... let's get to it... Your Highness Cedric...!

For each other...! and Stayle momentously paid off Cedric's sword and flew away.

KING! sounded, Cedric frowned to just hang on for a moment, then opened his mouth just a little to not getting an answer yet, … gave up. I decided that I didn't have the right to ask myself, and I said, "I'm sorry," and I only zeroed my apology.

To Cedric's overly enthusiastic appearance of apparent subsidence, Stayle fanned his own face down to flame. Keep laughing small, peeking down Cedric.

"His Royal Highness Prince Cedric. … one thing, shall we play a battle?