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

... woohoo,... my heart is going to break.

The examination of beautiful sounds rings out.

Get some lighting and a lot of guests pay attention to the center. He rang his feet on the marble floor and cheered if Tiara chose Prince Cedric. Occasionally the guests who wavered if the new invitees' names were called, now all warm and colorful.

If you figure this out, the more plainly you understand, Prince Cedric, whose face is bright red and tidal, rises to the center with Tiara. I also had a complicated feeling about that appearance of my sister, Tiara, and Prince Cedric, but now more than that, the presence lining up next to me made my heart beat my body terribly.

"Nice to meet you, Style.

Happy.... even that word stood desperately on the verge of rubbing it up.

Head under the brightest lights, with pride. The right to be the first to dance with the most amazing woman in the world, I walked with her as she put it up in front of her guests. Con, Con, and a woman's shoe squeals the floor small,

Thanking him with his pride gave him a gaze he couldn't count.

If I could play music, I'd softly face my pride. The pride that showered the light of lighting and laughed at me as soon as I met her eyes was as if she was shining herself.

Turn your hands to your hips and superimpose your other hand.

To date, Pride and I have danced many times as brother-in-law. But only now that I've been allowed to take her hand, with so much attention, in just two sets of spaces.

On top of this, I even felt like I could have been special.

With pride, shake.

Steps were taken and many sighs reached my ears whenever I approached my guests' eyes. The contact skin tingles as if struck by lightning. With a little strength, my shoulders trembled at the soft skin feel of pride.

"Stayle.... nervous?

Whisper, ask Pride.

He peered at me with a scratch, and there was her face right there, snuggled up. Unexpectedly I distract myself from the distance that even her exhale is likely to reach.

"No,... sorry. … a little."

Because this is my first attempt. And if the words continued to be deluded, "huffle" leaked from her as soon as possible.

If I turned my eyes to her again in surprise, that soft grin was returned "Me too". Just that laugh laughing like a prank, my heart slapped me from the inside out.

"So I'm glad it was a stick at first. If I were the other guy, I might have gotten more nervous.

Other opponents.... My chest ached badly at the words.

The person she's about to dance to might include a fiancée candidate. The person next to Pride. Turns out he's not Prince Cedric, but he's certain he exists. One is Captain Column, and two remain. Duke's house if you go in due course, or the prince of an intimate ally?

Think about that, shake it off on the way. It's useless to say you're dancing with corner pride but think about other things. Now I have to keep this moment burning in my eyes.

It's an honor, make me laugh as I return the words. Plus Pride laughed happily, and that alone filled it all up again. That's why I put this joy into words, too.

"... I'm glad I'm your brother-in-law. This is how I got the privilege of making sure you took my hand.

I'm a former commoner, and this is where it didn't come true.

My mother and my late father love each other the same. My birthday, when I can send a letter to my mother, is still my most special day. Just still, now,... I sincerely think it's good to be my brother-in-law and meet my pride.

This position beside her is now more than anything and proud.

Pride turned his eyes a little round for some reason to my words, which he said with joy. Draw your arms and arc with her meticulously with my body on the axis.

At the same time as he cheers, Pride spins his words with a slight lifting of the end of his mouth and a funny laugh.

"I'd take a dance if I wasn't my brother-in-law, wouldn't I?

Breathe, drink.

To her words, unexpectedly.

My face got hot just thinking about what the hell I meant. I feel extra fever when I say it's in front of a guest, and I desperately calm my mind.

When Pride says, "Stile?" He whispered to me worried. It's okay, I ask her to confuse me while I tell her.

"... If it were me, would you dance?

Even if it's not your brother-in-law.

Questioning what that meant, she laughed ridiculously again and gently held my hand back with just her fingers.

"Of course not. 'Cause Style's important too.

To her smile laughing as natural,... makes me want to cry.

Swallow and push back through your mouth what you swallowed up to the back of your throat.

Even if the name tag of my brother-in-law is gone and I'm the one against whom she doesn't have to go out of her way to dance.... I'm sure she'll take my hand that she wants, naturally.

Even if I was disputed by the many troops of that guest and on the same terms as them.... I'm sure she'll find it.

"Not my brother-in-law." Now that I've been recognized by her as a "Style,"... I'm so happy that I can't describe it.

Step on it, her light body leans against me and hands on it to let it flow.

Thank you, and return the words, her purple eyes reflected me. Behind my pride eyes, I'm showing my face broken, and I unwittingly squeeze my lips.

Many men focused on pride as they shifted their eyes away from pride to their guests. It's time for Pride's hands and his head to cool off at once to the people he's after.

"Pride, if anything happens, be sure to call me or Arthur.

Huh? And pride leaks his voice as surprised. If I stared at her again with a calm eye, there would have been a beautiful woman on top of this.

He was dressed in a bright red dress to burn and wore glowing decorations. The passionate colour and flowing crimson hair accentuated her with white skin. Furthermore, when I go close, the chest that really gets into my sight emphasises that she is a "woman". Even if not the First Princess, a man would be blinded by pride just standing there looking like that.

But I also chose the word to say it clearly to her... and for a while I pretended to concentrate on the dance and shut up. And finally, when the dance came to an end, I found only one suitable word.

"Tonight,... because it's too fascinating.

While finishing the last choreography, if you chant that at the end of the song, Pride compares his guests and his own outfit, … he gently glanced at his chest and tied his lips slightly to shame. Apparently, about 10% passed on.

The song stops and gently hands off pride. One step back, the more we thanked each other, the more applause sounded.

He said the next dance was with Tiara. Once I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to regain my mind, something accidentally touched my cheek.

If I looked at the soft feeling reflexively, the pride that should have left me was there. Pride whispered into my ear, clapping back at her without saying a word to add her fingertips to my cheek. Thank you for your concern, and I heard that, thanks for the earlier pointer, she went on to say even more if she nodded with strength on her shoulder.

"Even if you're not a prince, I'm sure there's no one who says no to dancing to a nice man like Stayle.

He said. Breathtaking slap on my back at the end of her words gently.

After he manages to return the words, he holds the edge of his glasses with his hands free and breathes as he walks to Tiara. Vision is cloudy and white with hot air. Tiara laughed like a prank as she took my hand.

"Nice man...

Even after leaving Pride, the words remained clearly in my ear over and over again, and repeated memories kept whispering to me.

Even though my heart is already too exhausted and I have no leeway left to slap my body. Still, again, the heart releases extra power and slaps me. I pulsed with vibration to my throat, to such momentum that I broke my body.

"... brother. Your face is still red, right?

Phew, Tiara laughs.

I danced like I was used to, noticing my lights on fire. Tiara led me through the steps just by reflexes. I look to Pride with a cloudy vision, feeling slightly impudent. And exhale at the opponent whose pride began to take his hand and dance.

Pride, Tiara.

My dear sisters and I were surrounded by friends, … I thought I might be happier than anyone else.