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

"... and that by the time I turned my eyes, they were already gone.

Ambulance building established in Wang Jiu.

Style, who visited there, quietly confirmed the bed that his companion had been put at rest.

The outside, thinly divided by curtains, was surrounded by guards on their backs, with eyes around them for escort and surveillance. Because before he was injured, his companion was also a guest and one of the suspects.

Even when Stayle listened to me from the guard, it didn't look like they were out of hand. For once, I tried to peek under the bed to make sure, but no one is still there. Even though the curtains are divided, it's just a piece of cloth. If you try to sneak out, the curtains will roll and, most importantly, you will also hit the guards. Style looked at the various possibilities as he put his arms together and freshly lined up in his head with some of the most realistic possibilities.

... escaped through a gap in the curtain with a gap in the guard. Or someone in the guard is a human on the Radian Empire's side. Kidnapping by someone with special abilities, or a collaborator.

Someone determined me to be a person of that status because I am protected by an escort in an ambulance in the palace, and it's not strange to be kidnapped.

And if the special abilities of our country are employed and so on to join the Radiya Empire.

"The two of them were disappearing at Birthday......

Huh, past reasoning went out to whine with a fierce palpitation.

With a finger on his jaw, he descends his neck hard on himself the moment he tries to get into his thoughts.

... No, it can't be. That can't be right. Otherwise, this is Wangju. Not a single one of them caught the eye of that Jill Vail either. The guards in front of us now are all familiar. Not a single one of those special abilities.

Stayle breathed again and again to calm herself down as she identified the guard with each eye.

Still think about letting Jill Bale investigate them all just in case. For Stayle, facial acquaintance alone can't be worthy of credit or anything.

For a moment, I think that far and then I think of another person besides Jill Bale, someone who wants to put them through my eyes. But I struck out with a strong meditation on my eyes. I scold myself that I still can't see him.

... but if you're a special ability person like me.

If I were you, for example, I could turn my companion right away on a moment's journey. It is also easy to dispose of the container after giving it to Pride if it is poisonous. In addition, consider various ways to combine with that special ability person. When the thought began to deepen again, I hit myself with a second scolding that my special abilities were rare.

... No, my thoughts are on the run.

It's impossible, impossible, I understand it's just an empty theory, but my head really escapes you. Style grabbed his head with one hand, deliberately trying to inflict pain and holding it down.

"... the situation is, I get it. You are all still here.... Give Chancellor Jilbert the same explanation as I do.

Holding on to the black edge of his glasses, he left it to another guard to tell Jill Bale that he was on guard.

And after receiving each of them 'apologies, we'll follow the scene. I ordered the other guards to continue searching for their companions.

On the way to the front door on an early walk, I wanted to grab the crown prince in the palace and slap him on the floor with his neck like this, but I could manage just to tremble my fist. Before I moved on to execution, and until I got in the carriage, I continued to strengthen my fast legs even further.

"And then, …………… Tiara.

……

"Dear Brother... What's wrong... ● Another amazing face... eh.

Tiara turned her eyes round to the style she visited the room.

I've visited Tiara's room several times before, but every time I saw her, her face sank dark, while I stared. But the look on Steele's face today didn't have to be Tiara's.

Tiara pulls that arm with both hands on a style that says nothing in front of the door, working facelessly. I slowly invited him into the room so he wouldn't be forced.

I want the samurai to have some tea after letting her sit on the couch in the room to relax. Tiara glanced beneath his eyes to worry at her brother, who sat faceless as she was urged to. Clearly blackened. Make sure that's a bear, not dirt, from where you can't gently rub it with your fingers no matter how many times.

"It's getting worse again than before...!

Once it was a style where the colour of fatigue diminished just on the face, but then again, not long after a few days, the colour of fatigue overlapped, darkened and accumulated.

He put his hand on his neck this time to a style that would be kept quiet but would remain as if it were a mannequin. A small hand measured the pulse of the style, and a stream of tonkokun and blood passed down to Tiara's palm. Fast, but weak vibrations distort an extra tiara neat face with anxiety.

"Also, you're imposing...? Please, let's get some rest......

Tiara's face, approached at close range, peered into the style and her wavy golden hair hit him.

Stroke the brunette over and over again, gently pressing her shoulder to hang on her back to her brother. Tea brewed by Tiara's dedicated maid was placed on a table in front of two for each tray. Besides, Tiara thanked him and then turned back to the tray cup.

"Tiara.... please.

Blur, and a quiet voice were released from the style.

At the same time, her hand, which was attached to the head of the style, was grabbed softly and the movement stopped as she looked back.

Tiara stares back at her brother as he grabs his hand and turns to his cloudy black eyes without saying anything more. With a slight frown, she urged the samurai and guards in the room to leave the room.

Pathan, and Style kept Tiara's hand shut until the door was closed by the last one. Alone in the room, Tiara peeks into the style again after checking the closed door with her eyes.

"Brother, what happened...? Hey, no way. Something for your sister."

"Tiarah..."

As soon as the eyes were gone, Stayle let go of Tiara's hand, which she was grabbing, and now grabbed her shoulder forcefully with both hands.

Tiara stiffened herself to the sudden absurd voice and the shock of being grabbed. My spine turned away from the posture I was crouching to peek into the face of the style, and my legs stretched down on my escape hips. But still, I can't escape the hands of a powerful steel. He leaned down and heard his teeth eating and tying tight from the style that drooped his forehead. Dear brother......, the words "please" were spun out of the style again if I only gave back a small grunt.

"Please, Tiara.... please, please,... you're the only one left...,... this is the only one left..."

The words of Style, releasing every word to bite, seemed so stuffy to breathe just listening.

The hand was trembling badly, taking great care not to feed her fingers into the weak Tiara's shoulder. Tiara, who already understood what Style was trying to say, rattles her throat and shakes her golden eyes with sadness. And again from the style of repeating "please," a close cry was emitted to the appeal along with a rough breath.

"To the first heir to the throne... to the queen... please..."

Tiara, who stretched herself into a moaning cry, made her expression rude with her lower lip chewed.

Previously, many times, I have been interviewed by Steele. Sometimes I came to tell him that it was possible, and Tiara's answer remained the same each time.

"... I don't like it. The queen has a sister.

To that word, which severely breaks with a light voice like the sound of a bell, Style finally slightly strengthened the power of his fingers.

Tiara continued to refuse it no matter how many times Steele came to the clinic. The longer the fight lasted for that reason.

"I told you... Sister, you said it was already difficult to be a queen..."

"Still don't like it! Whatever your mother says, I will continue to refuse.

Tiara slammed her weakly desperate brother.

Grab the hand of the style that grabs the shoulder from you and squeeze it as you let it down. Still trembling unchanged, Tiara glanced straight in with those golden eyes as she grabbed gently.

"Even your brother, you really want your sister to be queen, don't you? Is that why you're still working so hard to get your sister back?

"Oh... oh, yeah... eh.

The style, which returns to bite Tiara's words of inquiry, distorted her face in agony and diverted her eyes from Tiara's eyes like the light of the sun.

"If I nod to the First Throne heir, your sister will be stripped of her inheritance at the same time. I don't like that!... Even my brother wouldn't like that...?

At the end of the day, Style was stuck in words, in a frightened voice like he asked.

If you nod and return hesitantly to speak to your voice, words can be layered further from Tiara.

"Then why do you want me to inherit the throne so badly? And to me,...... … I… have the ability… to predict…"

"Oh, no! That's not what I'm talking about.

Tiara, whose mouth caged in confusion, was wooded all over the room with screams as if to slap her.

Tiara, holding her mouth with both hands to a cry that could be described as her brother's anger, blinked and forgot without saying a word. The style, like throwing up all the inside air at once, keeps you breathing using your whole body. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who "Slow," "now," and "already..." Tiara let go of her hand holding her mouth and gently moaned Steele's shoulder with her other hand as she held her chest with one hand, putting her hand down, to the words of Steele squealing in a plundering voice with her exhaling breath.

"... what's going on...?

Tiara knelt on both sides of the carpeted floor, aware that her own heartbeat would increase due to the abnormality of the style. I tried to take Style's hand again, but before that he squatted with his own head in his arms.

"... please,... snort...... Even you, if you name it... I'm sure you'll soon inherit the throne... now, soon...

Tiara still shook her head, hurting her chest, to the strangely weak voice of Style that she wasn't crying.

While she understands it doesn't look like a squatting style, she clearly makes her hair swerve to the side.

"I'm sorry, brother. I would never nod. … I also intend to submit a memo that I will relinquish my right to inherit the throne before that happens.

Become……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… An open eye makes my eyelids cramp with pimples. But Tiara doesn't stop talking, even though she knows she's terrible for her upset brother.

"Among my fiancée candidates, Prince Cedric is the only person who can be king's mate.... and I've already agreed with Prince Cedric. He also wrote a memorial and signed that he would not accept me as a king's brother and wife.

All you have to do is submit it to your mother. and Steele stopped breathing to Tiara, who told her in a quiet voice.

While watching that face stain with despair, Tiara still did not intend to withdraw her remarks. I kept my eyes straight with the style and bit my lips small again. To Tiara, who shines her eyes on the color of her determination too clearly, Style understood so much that she didn't want it to be serious.

"Why... why... why... why don't you understand?"

When the hell was Prince Cedric transferred to this palace the other day? No, but he told me not to leave the room for a while, so how?

I rarely ate the words to keep them from wrapping up for the style, and it was zero. Screaming, my breath stops again, screaming, my lips trembling and I can't speak any more. He held his head, eating and tying his teeth in pieces so that he could indulge in something, trembling his right hand unnaturally, wandering his gaze away from Tiara as if he were confused.

As disturbing as my brother had never seen before, Tiara hung a number of words desperately, but no longer reached Steele. "Me," he said, "how do I do it," the weak sound that leaked traceably rippled like a child, and I scratched my head already. Tiara hugs the style with her strong, thin arms to stop it. Fluffiness, and a floral scent loosened the power of my hand to plunder my nose and scratch for a moment, but now my whole body trembled badly.

"Brother! Please, calm down...! So, let's think about it together……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

"There's no place for pride now. I can't stand it anymore."

With both hands he pushes hard to reject Tiara and only leans down and releases his voice to Tiara like a spear.

A ragged voice was evidence of being released so strongly that his throat was already at its limit.

Tiara's eyes rocked violently at the remark she could take as if she had already abandoned her pride. "Why...?" He leaked his voice low, but now it was much harder to scream and mourn too painfully than to question, and to look like Style, who was about to be crushed by his own shadow.

Approach the style again and gently attach your hands to your shoulders. He leaned down to the steer and said, "What happened...?," he asked gently, but Stayle continued to indulge, indulge and indulge in something, chewing her shoulders so hard that her lips bled.

"Brother,... if you don't want to, you don't have to talk to me. But please. Don't suffer so much by yourself.

To gentle, wood-leaking words and voices, Style grabbed Tiara's one hand with a trembling hand. But now you don't even try to push it away, just keep gripping gently to check its temperature?

"Huh... suh... no, tiara... … already, ………… limits, damn…….

Shortly after they squeezed me out with a trembling voice.

Style's body swayed to draw a large arc at the glare. Steele let go of consciousness as Tiara made a small scream while falling into Tiara in front of her.

Desperately supporting his brother, who was about to fall from the couch to the front, with his own body, he held him tight and said, "Brother! Brother!" I call it many times, but there was no response. Katan, and Style's glasses fall, and he's about to fall on his back to his brother's weight, which stops moving like he's dead. Desperately enduring to get his brother back on the couch, he turned across the door and said, "Somebody come! When my brother shouted," The door opened with momentum.

"Dear Style,"

The screams of many squire and samurai echoed, all rushing over.

The guard supported the style, which could also be swamped by Tiara, and the style did not give a single groan when he put it to sleep on the couch.

I complain with my brother, brother, and a large grain of tears seeping through my eyes, but Style doesn't respond at all to Tiara's call either.

Only one of the stays didn't make the doctor slight until the next morning as his surroundings exchanged in a hurry.

Like, hanging dolls.