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

... I've always noticed that. Pride has changed, since that day.

"…………… Pride…………………………"

He loved the people, he loved the country, he always thought of us.

He welcomed me gently about my first sister, Tiara, and about me with no blood connection.

I was prepared to do anything to protect him, and I really thought I could spend the rest of my life rewarding him for that time. But…………………

"It's something I can..."

Don, and hit the floor again.

My glasses fell off my face as I leaned down with vibration, and I kept staring at it without even feeling like picking it up. As soon as it is no longer cloudy, my vision becomes clear. Strike the fever to hit the pain in your hand eight times.

I wondered why you've known for ten years and never talked to me before. Emotions similar to anger boil in the back of my belly,... my chest, it hurts.

"... have you been frightened? … you are."

Ask beyond with no answer. The only voice out of my throat that seems to disappear like a bubble.

Laughing in front of us, happily loosening our cheeks and putting our thoughts on the future... suppose you've been frightened of this future somewhere? Or have you already given up?

Really, was it just a miracle?

Pride has been my family for ten years.

Ten years ago, you were kind to me with no blood connection. I was so desperate with my mother that she gave me a place.... and buried my heart.

If I had been such a princess since Pride met me, I couldn't have been happier.

He said he left his mother alone.... I've been stuck in my shell for the rest of my life.

Instead of being saved by Pride, he could have kept getting hurt the other way if he was Pride now. It's a great toy for her, such as me, who's still in a weak position with no backs or powers over her pride.

The more I think about it, the more I find it miraculous to be able to stay like this.

Pride, the first princess without such an outrageous character, didn't have to lean so much towards me as a common man.

Even if I can see Tiara, I don't know if I could have loved her this way as a brother and sister. Maybe I thought of using a gentle tiara instead of pride.... That's who I am. Besides, if it wasn't for my pride, I'd come up with an exchange of letters with my mother...

........................ Letter.

………

No, don't look at it now.

In the head, the heart asks for and wants, even though it sounds a warning. I don't stop craving water in the desert.

Pick up the glasses on the floor and stick them in your chest pocket without hanging them on your face. Weigh onto your feet stepping on the floor and head to your desk with your strength still intact and flirty.

I unlocked one of the locked drawers and took an envelope from further back of the multiple elaborate stash.

The alarm in my head and the sound of my heart are loud. Still fine, carefully open the seal to avoid scratching by the lights. Take a note across a few sheets and follow the letters in the light. "To the Style," I also feel nostalgic. That letter alone made a terrible noise in my chest.

It's a letter from Pride.

At Arthur's captain promotion celebration, he only gave it to me and Arthur.

I have received cards for birthdays, etc., but I started getting these thick letters.

I was happy when I got it, my face got hot and my voice wasn't good. I wondered how much you thought about me and ran the pen, and that was all I was about to be happy and my heart was about to burst.

I read it that night as soon as I got back to my room after the promotion celebration. I read it again and again, even though my whole body got hot and my chest was full, like I had a fever after just reading it once, and still not enough. I had never read it back so many times except in a letter from my mother.

Nearly ten notes were separated once due to different timelines from the middle. It was first written by Prince Cedric when he first visited our country, and the rest was apparently written again when he finished the defensive battle.

"To the Style. Good luck with your regency work, really. I am very proud of the style I work hard with my Uncle Vest every day. With Style working hard for me, I can work hard every day to study as the next queen, too. Thank you so much.

Just the first few sentences, but I remember my chest pounding. I couldn't help but be happy and happy with every word of it.

'I'm so glad Style came to my house. Though I think it was a sad thing for Stayle, I'm still glad to see Stayle. To be honest, there was a lot going on at first and I was very nervous about the style. So I'm so happy that we got along this way.

I still remember that Stayle was a very good kid from the time we met, much more grown up than I was, and a very sweet kid. He was such a lovely little brother to me that the time I spent with him was the most fun and happy of all my eight years of my life.

The pride seeped out of the verses of words, and even more, it just said that I would be happy.

This is the first one, so I was worried that I would be able to read it through to the end. I was ashamed and happy and even worried about my heart when I wondered if it was this content all the time.

The whole face was just hotter then, but now the heat is going to stick up only part of my face. I can't stand the continuation, but I can't stop rolling the second one along the way.

My eyes stopped on the text around the middle without thinking, and my whole body grew gross.

'I was only seven. Though I may not remember the Style, I made a promise and a favor that was on the Style. I promised unilaterally that I would not hurt you any more and that everyone in the country would laugh.

Promise……. I remember a decade ago vividly and my breath jammed.

Even when I first read it, I was a little surprised that I still remembered Pride as well. "I was a little concerned that only existence was touched on about the request.... There's no way I can write it, now I know.

'So I have a new and one-sided promise and favor from me to Steel.

Oh... you can't read it. Now, if I read it, I won't be able to hold my teeth.

Still, my eyes really follow the letters already with my will ahead of them.

'I promise. All the contents of the letters I am writing here now are true. It's nothing but flattery, affection, nothing. It's really how I feel, and it only says what I sincerely think it is.

I already said that the previous sentence alone was too complimentary.

I remember my heart pounding violently on a sentence that was even told to be true.

'And please. Always will be, nice style as it is now. And please, stay by my side the whole time. Brother, I can't leave you. I'm sorry I'm your sister.

The fire almost came out of my face. It was only the second one, but then I covered my face and stuck it at my desk for a while. I remember bumping my legs on a chair like a child.

…………

I can't stand it and fly a few at once.

Ever since, you've traced back many memories with me. Every single one of them, when I read them, my chest got hot every time I remembered them, and I also thought they would burn together.

"Keep up the good work in regency. I believe that Stayle can definitely be the best Regent. You are my proud brother and my best aide.

My eyes were separated here for the first time.

How many times did you get your breath ready before you went to the next sentence? I soon found out that the next note was from what was written after the defense war. Because the first sentence started with 'I'm sorry'.

'I'm sorry. I broke my promise to you in this defense. My injuries hurt my style so badly that I let a lot of people worry and make me sick.

At first I laughed a little.

Because I sincerely thought it seemed like that guy who was honest to add without daring to rewrite it.

'Thank you so much for worrying and suffering about me. I'm sorry I didn't notice. I'd be just as hard if Stayle got hurt, too.

... the letters became difficult to read in stages and I finally noticed even though my fingers were trembling.

It vibrates slightly to the arm and is out of control.

"The style of defense battle, it looked great. Thank you for letting me rely on you even before that. I don't know how many times I would have been frustrated if Style hadn't been here.

That's my dialogue. I always thought whenever I read this sentence.

Thank you for relying on me, saying I couldn't have worked so hard without you.

Give up control of your arm and roll a few with a rattlesnake and tremble. My head has already given up warning to me.

Since Prince Cedric showed up, my memories with him until the end of the defensive battle were written in detail again. I was passionate that you were thinking of this, and the more I read, the more I didn't mind staying up at night.

Where the rest was about three pieces, it was strange at first because we had finished talking about defensive warfare. I was wondering what the other three sheets said................ that, until I read a sentence.

'Finally, let me write what I like about the style.

I doubted my eyes.

I suddenly hesitated to let my eyes slip ahead of me. I really thought it would kill me with a letter, I really thought it then, and it took courage when I reread it.

'I love the gentle style.

Sister thought, a little weak on Tiara, but I like the style of your brother I can count on.

He's a proud brother who can count on me, is comfortable, is smart and looks good.

I have loved hard working styles since I was a child. I like the style that held me tight when I cried when I was eight.

I like the style that always came to see me when it was time for rest. I like the style in which I work hard in my regency duties. Sometimes I like the scary smile when I'm angry I show it. It's also like a style. I always like the polite style of greeting. When I Read a Book '

It's always been that repetition.

Mine, tricks, personalities, memories. He told me that he liked all of it.

I couldn't write just the first one left, and the second one even had my favorite letters written over and over. And the last third one. The word went on all the way to the second half.

Closing, right before that.

'I love the delightfully laughed face of Stayle. I like the troubled laughing face of the style. I really would like to see a lot of different expressions of the style in the future. All the way, all the way to the end.

Read and spin gentle letters at your fingertips.

And the last, really last sentence was closed at the end, similar to the letter before I added it.

'You are my proud brother and my best aide. That's right. He's my prince who looks good enough to put his chest up and say it.

"......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

... only a dead laugh, came out.

I was happy when I first read it, even though my heart was so buggy that I leaned over and got bored.

Now I just think you're really different from that guy right now, and only your mouth makes a weird laugh face that pulled up.

I wonder if even such a weird face would shamelessly say that she "likes" herself, shaking herself up to her shoulders with ridicule that makes her so smug. haha... and now i just dared to laugh in my voice

Tears wet the note.

Pattah...... and told her cheek, throat, and fell.

A few drops touch the edge of the note and avoid contaminating the letter further away from your face.

I don't even know when it's overflowed anymore. As soon as I found a shadow of pride that should certainly have existed beyond the letter, I was overflowing with tears without time to spare.

... even though I now knew that if I read the letter, this would happen.

"You broke your promise to Arthur...

Return the note to the envelope before wiping your face. I get tight in the drawer to make sure I don't lose it and lock it at the end. Gachan, and the shadow of that man closed deep again.

If you wipe your eyes with your fingers, it will get wet. Because of this, I've been living up to my promises.

When Pride got engaged, when he thought he couldn't be around anymore, when Pride got hurt, and that's what I've been putting up with ever since.... It's over now.

I regret to keep crying like that without once, rubbing my eyes hard and holding them down. I can't believe I'm crying, I remember the day I promised Arthur, thinking it's been years.

"I'll never cry again."

... I told you.

I feel unnecessarily sorry for him and keep rubbing my eyes until he turns red.

No, I can't really look at you like this.

"Until I dare, I will not cry until I have been transformed by Jill Bale today"

"... then I'll go out with you too"

It was when I was shown the difference from Jill Bale, who is an adult.

I was just as frustrated by my helplessness as I am now, regretted and sad, and sorry that I was just a child, I wanted to be strong again.

Arthur dated me from himself to that crappy determination of mine. Neither me nor Arthur ever cried since. It was a promise I made to Arthur, not me, and that's why I can stand it to this day.

"Five years, right? Let Temeh do it alone."

……

I caught my breath unexpectedly and stopped crying too much of a surprise.

Stand up with impulse and walk over to the mirror with the lights in one hand. I reflected myself in that mirror, which shows my whole body prepared for dressing.

To the person there, I stroked his face across the mirror with my fingers. I checked the contours and found that the person across the mirror was opening his eyes and spasmodically cramping his face if he kept checking against his memory. He's a red man to the eye as well as the nose and around it.

It's a boy five years have already passed since then.

"... five years... there you are... eh.

With his trembling jaw, his squeaky voice gutted.

As soon as I found out, the tears that I should have stopped were overflowing with more momentum. My face laughs without strength, remaining distorted. Now I gave up on enduring it, and finally I heard a squeaky voice. My throat rings and my shoulders cramp. My throat is tingling and my chest hurts. Put your forehead in the mirror and kneel to collapse as it is. The lights that were in his sloppy, dripping hands landed at the same time, hands off and hands on the mirror.

Stupid, I am. I kept being mean even though it had been five years.

I thought Arthur must have forgotten until the years, and only his mouth zeroed a bit of dead laughter again. At the end of the day I took a big breath and my breath fluttered terribly with my throat as I spit it out and wobbled.

I don't even look away, I try to touch my face through the mirror again with my heavier hand as I watch myself continue to overflow with tears. Five years ago, I was there looking thirsty. I see him even though I sincerely don't want to see him again like this.

... back in the day, I wasn't very good at giving faces.

Laughing, angry, sad, it's a terrible hundred million bucks to put on your expression, even if you think it in your heart and they know it. Still, Pride, Tiara and Arthur understood everything I felt. Castle people didn't care either. Of course, people and collaborators who will be on the side of pride. The person to take in. I could handle as many people as I wanted to think of, and use the outside to protect my pride.

"... what,... since when...?

Ask him across the mirror. To some ridiculously laughing young man with tears in his eyes, distorting his face.

I couldn't do such a complicated look in the past. I couldn't put it on the table whether I thought it or felt it.

Meet Pride, meet Tiara, meet Arthur,... Meet them. If I had noticed, my expression would have come out as a matter of course.

Talking to Pride, I was happy and my face broke.

When there was something in my pride, I messed up over and over again.

There were times when I wanted to cry. I swallowed the tear glands coming to my front over and over again.

It wasn't just Pride or Tiara or Arthur, the more I noticed, the more I could tell by Jilbell, the Kingsguard knights, and my Uncle Vest,... I was starting to get all kinds of expressions.

Since when? What made you so emotional?

Since when? The only thing I couldn't do without being "conscious" of my faceless expression.

Since when?... So much to be filled with.

"I love the delightfully laughed face of Stayle"

No, because you were there. Because you gave me all the pleasure.

... That's why I became so funny.

"I like the troubled laughing face of the style"

No, I couldn't do that naturally until I met Pride.

You always got me in trouble and made me laugh more than that.

"I would really like to see a lot of different expressions of the style in the future"

You're the one who allowed me to give you so many different expressions. Because when I was with you, my emotions swelled and I kept filling them up.

"All the way, all the way to the end"

"… I, because……………………………………………………………………………………………………"

Beyond the mirror. Lie down and press your fist into the mirror.

I always wanted to be with Pride. As Regent, I wanted to keep supporting her as queen. Even after I left office, if it were to come true, I always wanted to be by my side. But...

"also, ……………………… cannot be beside you………………"

Finally, the whimper leaked.

Sad and hard, he groaned, "Gu, uh-uh..." and his throat kept vibrating terribly just with the air. The more I know without looking in the mirror, the more my face must be clearly distorted. As soon as I put it into words, my hands tremble again unnaturally. He shook the mirror he was in and gripped it hard as he wanted to slap it.

... It's the limit now.

The more I think about it, the more I try to fight it, the more fatigued my body as well as my spirit. So much so that I think it would be easier if I just died like this.

Still, stay and scratch your feet... yet it doesn't arrive.

The interrogation has not yet borne fruit. Torture, or even if that contract were issued, everything might come to light.

... I want to believe that Pride is who we believe she is. I don't even want to believe that the princess I touched was a pride.

At the same time that the will to kill boils wondering if that crown prince is the cause,... I hope so. I'm glad you had a hate spear named him. I have a reassurance. If there were still no clues, no spears, nothing, I'd be broken.

The more I think about it, the more pitiful it is. Instead of saving his pride after five years, he could barely even get a handle on it. He became seventeen, was recognized as an adult, and was also complacent that he was doing well as the next Regent. And yet I definitely want to show no one that I'm no match for anything like this, just moaning and getting punched.

"I don't care what kind of rash you get, just come on."

"Huh...

Unexpectedly, eat and bind. Slightly chewed up to his tongue and the iron taste filled his mouth.

After strengthening my fist-shaking hand, I also noticed that at some point the tremor suddenly stopped. There's resistance, but more than that, what's his word?

"When I'm done with N, I'll be stunning tonight! Come with me, let's talk about it."

"Talk to Arthur..."

"Really... you guys are relentless...

I brutally wipe my face with my sleeves and stare at the reddened nose and swollen eyes across the mirror.

Remove glasses from chest pocket and hang. I can't delude myself to this extent, but if I held my breath while holding the black edge, the mirror self became a bit of a decent face too.

Exhale loudly just once while holding your glasses at your fingertips.

... I know you're being mean.

I understand best that I didn't want to dress him up or look sorry for him. But the other way around...

Use special abilities.

As soon as that happened, my vision switched in an instant. The simple room I saw for a long time and the familiar figure turned around shortly after I noticed my signs and heard my voice.

"Stay......!

You're surprised by my face, you open your eyes in amazement from the face you tried to yell at, and your mouth stays open. Calling me "Arthur," on the contrary, silenced me to wait for my continuation. He breathes as I open my mouth.

I didn't want to say these words twice a day anymore.

I promised to keep my pride together. I didn't even want to look sad because I wanted to be mean and dress up. But the other way around...

"... help me, give me... eh"

Only Arthur can see me like this.