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

"Chancellor Gilbert, we have received what we were ordering.

Early morning.

Due to yesterday's rebellion by Lord Pride and Radiya, I stayed in the royal palace today after being chased late by instructions to the castle and by the King and his brother-in-law, the Prime Minister's business.

Because I often stayed here in the Royal Palace these days, it was a bedding I was used to, but it was still not a very sleeping situation. I only took a light sleep in the office and carried what my squire arrived at me working alone. I told him my thanks and let him put them at a desk nearby, but even then, the squire stared at me when he did not leave the room.

"... what is wrong with you?

I can also predict what he wants to say.

I asked my squire as I unloaded the incoming load and checked the contents. He replied with a lurking voice, once he tied his mouth so hard to say, to a language that was soft and conscious so as not to give rise to hesitation.

"... as it is,... what will happen to us...?

His complexion was not terribly superior, along with that word of intense anxiety and fear.

Naturally. Wangju and the castle are still servants, entrusted to be in the royal palace, and they know that the queen, Lady Rosa, has been taken hostage and that the core has already been taken by the Radian Empire. We don't even know when we're going to be killed by silence, because we're seeing the crisis in the kingdom closest.

"... now we can only do everything we can for His Majesty. It's okay, so far, there's no treaty signing, no law amendment, etc. Leave it to me then.

That said, place your hands gently on the shoulders of your squire.

If I touched him, he'd already trembled so his whole body would be frightened. I make him laugh, labor him a little exhaled, and send him out to the outside of the room.

... Perhaps now there are all those within this royal palace who have anxiety like him. I don't even know when this anxiety or disturbance will explode. We need to keep our eyes open so they don't act first.

"... Master Steele, is it time?

I checked the clock, I nostalgic for the necessary paperwork and the rest left the room after holding it in my arms.

Master Style will be on his way from the palace. To seek instructions from Lord Pride and the Crown Prince, who are between the thrones.

Even last night, by the time I got back to my room, I wasn't looking well. The color of his eyes, which had recently returned, was also clouded again and changed into a void.... cause, I don't even have to think about it.

Lord Arthur's wounds and rebellion by Lord Pride. And shackles. Because of the long chain between hands, there is no great strain on daily life, but special abilities are sealed. I'm no inconvenience to you, but... Master Steele is like being robbed of a big weapon.

His parents, Albert and Regent Vest, were held hostage, and the pride he admired rebelled with the Crown Prince. Your friend, Lord Arthur, says it's still an unconscious weight. When I get to this point, I think it was my fault to evacuate Tiara at that time. Master Pride is still not on the subject, but maybe just imagine that Tiara would have been put to bed and held hostage, just like Albert and the others. I feel chilly.

Now anyway, I ask how Master Pride came out, hold back reckless bills, and

As soon as possible, go to the Knights' Exercise Ground.

Right now, only the Knights of the Kingdom, of which our country is proud, can crack this situation open. Furthermore, it is now probably "the safest place in the country".

Besides, the Knights are not the only ones in the Knights' Exercise Ground. Lord Arthur is here. I've only received reports of serious injuries yet, but I'm pretty sure he was wounded by Radiya. His life must also be hidden from Lord Pride and Radiya. If he were known to be alive,... he would surely be after his life again.

If Lord Arthur wakes up this morning, nothing more. Some have special abilities to treat injuries. If your body has recovered to some extent, you will be able to hear the story. Besides, ………….

"... Dear Albert, Rosa, Regent Vest...

If you notice, walk down the hallway and mouth their names.

My friends, and those who are greatly grateful and the core of the Kingdom of Friesia. You can't leave them like this.

If I had taken Master Steele on the run yesterday on that occasion, surely one...... perhaps Regent Vest would have been shown off. Neither does the leopard-changing Lord Pride, and I don't think the generals and crown princes of the Radian Empire hesitate to do so.

You're not gonna make the same choice, are you?

Yesterday, I remember what Lady Steele said.

That's what you said when I committed foolishness and a great crime to save Maria from the disease in the past.

He also feared that he would be willing to dye his hands the wrong way to save Albert and the others. Naturally, I don't mean to. Now, no more.

"Yes, you are... what you know about me and Chan...?

... a great benefactor who saved me.

For the sake of the future of our country and the punishment for me, I have no hesitation.

Now it's just until the last time Lord Pride of the past fulfills the wish he wanted.

No matter how much pain you redeem.

……

"What do you mean, Cedric's not here...? He tried to assassinate me. Why did I miss it?

Blaming, the voices that exposed dissatisfaction were so low and carefree that they didn't seem to belong to Pride.

Weakened by the throne's backbone, he puts on his cheek wand. "This isn't ruined, then," he complained, and both Style and Jill Bale had to apologize deeply.

"We stayed for a while, but there was no other evidence. For this reason, I received your return the other day.

Pride distorted his face in a bad mood to Jill Bale's words to return quietly.

For a while it was pride to wrinkle between eyebrows and expose dissatisfaction so that I could think alone, but if I continued with Jilbel's story so that I could change the story, the wrinkles between my eyebrows would also loosen slightly. After I finish listening to him to the end, I return some of his words as they are.

"... directly to the Knights,... hey.

Phew, chant small, feet from the throne.

Adam and the general on the left and right of the throne also strengthened their gaze, as I was a little interested in this topic.

On the left and right side of Pride, Adam, and the general refrained as if they were executives of the Kingdom of Friesia. They started living in the royal palace yesterday and were now beautifully in shape. Adam also flushed his dark purple hair to the right, and the general had all his messy hair cut together. The men and servants of the imprisoned Radiya stayed put, and they only recovered all their confiscated personal belongings.

Now that we can follow the excellent maids and squires of the Kingdom of Friesia, neither of our men in the cage has any interest whatsoever. Rather, I would even like to trade them for the maids, squires and guards of the kingdom of Friesia, who are better and smaller than their own men.

And Pride was also not dressed in his previous nightgown, but in a luxurious dress. I still look at Jill Veil and the styles I refrained from behind him, dressed comfortably in a superior dress that will pass through my sleeves for a long time.

"Yes, there was still a rebellion from the Knights that they weren't convinced by yesterday's order.

Sudden security drawdown. Despite orders from the Queen, neither could the Knights of the Boulder just snort, as usual, in matters involving the safety of the royal family, such as diminishing security.

To Jill Behr's explanation, he stabbed his cheeks to think about what pride he would give back with a chilling look. Adam also looks down at Niyanya, Jilbelle and Stayle as he weighs in from side to side on the throne's back.

"As it is, it is also possible that the Knights Commander will visit the Royal Palace directly. Before that happens, I hope you'll let me persuade you directly from me.

Next to Jill Bale, who giggles, Stayle said nothing as she leaned down.

The feathers that hide his whole body shake slightly, and his right hand, which is in it, is desperately holding onto him with his opposite left hand. If I moved my emotions at all, I desperately enjoyed that my legs were about to rush out to pride now.

"Why don't you let me come, Pride" Queen "? If that Knight Commander is troublesome, let's treat him like a former queen.

Adam flushes his face with a delightfully drawn laugh and his face so close to pride that he still seems to lick his face.

The stile, whose face was lowered only by that wavy voice, made a terrible noise in his chest. Because the person you would have wanted to kill even now is definitely in front of you right now.

Pride returned Adam with a raw reply, without turning around, as he approached his face with a hot breath. To that appearance, Gilbert laughed thinly at him before Pride opened his mouth.

"I thought that was dangerous.... The Knights Commander is a trusted knights man. If even the Knights could fall, distrust from the Knights would swell at once. If you do poorly, the Knights will all be stuffed in the royal palace.

Ston, and his opinions were truncated, and Adam hiked the lifted end of his mouth.

But his fox-like eyes lightened thinly and badly unto Zilbel. I can't help but be uncomfortable and delightful that I was poked at by myself.

"Hey... if they come to the Knights, it's a pain in the ass. Wow...? Worst of all, you have to" consume "one hostage.

Niya...... and pulled up the end of his mouth, with an inadvertent grin on his face to Jill Veil. Pride doesn't look in any trouble. Instead, he couldn't contain what floated from his heart, and kept his eyes in contact with Jilbel's thin-water eyes.

Adam stepped on the floor thoughtfully only once, to a meaningful gaze as if he were having a conversation with just his eyes. To the sound of it echoing in the hall, Gilbert looked in a good mood and turned his gaze to Adam this time. With a grin, a deliberate grin as if daring to turn her nerves upside down, Adam seriously thinks about letting Tippett kill Jilbel now.

"... good. Then convince the Knights Commander properly? Don't you ever shut up again.

Gilbert bowed his head deeply to Pride's permission.

I was awed, after I answered. Jilbel spins the word "ah" as if he had just figured it out.

"If you don't mind, would you like to accompany Master Steele? You have more trust in the knights than I do. The other day," I just lost a friend of yours, so it will be easy to get some emotion.

"Friends?"

Adam asked back intriguingly, slightly ahead of the pride that opened his eyes.

The style remained leaning against Adam, who makes his grin shine like a fun tea drink. I also shook my shoulder once on words shaken from a sudden gill veil but have no further reaction. But I know exactly what Jill Bale is trying to say.

"... the other day, in a tower away. Someone found him tragically murdered.

Mouth to mouth, dare speak even lower, in a dark voice.

In fact, I felt ominous to even speak so with my mouth about Arthur in a state so wandering about life and death that he really could still be, and Style ran scared of his words.

Don't look, he said. Stayle consciously kept her face down. Speaking of my own friends, Pride can easily tell who it is and so on. And don't expect to see how Pride reacts when Arthur is heard dead, etc. I tell myself that if I get my feared reaction there, this time I'll figure it out. I didn't hear any reply from Pride in the dark, bent sight. Instead, only Adam returns a loathsome voice saying, "I'm sorry about that," laughing at each other.

For the first time, Zilbert received a mild reply from Pride saying, "Well, that's good," if Style wanted permission to accompany him again. Because of the thinness of its voice color, Style thought from the bottom of his heart that it was still good not to see his face.

"But don't forget, okay? We're supposed to be watching you.

Huh...... and on the contrary even heard an inclusive laugh, and Stayle bit into his mouth to kill his thoughts. Blood seeped in, desperately quenching his emotions as he filled his mouth with the taste of iron. Quickly, I keep enduring as I squeeze my trembling fist to get out of here quickly.

A transparent special ability man who doesn't even know where he is. Where is the person now? Are you beside the hostages Rosa and the others, keeping an eye on ourselves, or protecting the prides? Gilbert replied with a smile, "Of course," to Pride, who advises that strange treachery and snitches will soon be noticed, while not knowing who is beside him.

The last two people allowed to leave the room, bow their heads. The door was opened as it was, followed by Jill Veil, and the stile took the spot later.

"Stail."

With a light voice, I was pulled over.

In a sudden call from Pride, Style, who has looked back reflexively, is stuck breathing in Pride's appearance alongside Adam's intimacy. Pride distorted and opened his mouth like a ripped up mouth end with Nitaaaaaaaa...... before regretting that he raised his face.

"Am I the one who killed Arthur?

The expression disappears.

Style, with his eyes open to the limit, stopped breathing and his body stiffened like a figurine. Without being able to distract him, Pride and Adam's grin pulled up further in tune, and his cheeks blushed to glow and excite him rotten.

Dear Steele? Dear Steele, the voice of Jill Bale calling out beside me went into my ear, but it didn't reach my head. Suddenly Jill Bale hurries to hold her back as if she were being moved by a thread by something, with her stile feet suddenly moving toward Pride.

It was the expression that was vaguely powerless, Steele, but only the body continued to rave in an attempt to pay Jill Bale's hand. Jarangjarrah, and a chain for two rings terribly in the ear. Pride starts laughing out loud at how it looks. The pride laughter of Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha "I beg your pardon, sir," Jill Baer said, descending across the door while holding down the style, forcing the guard to close the door. The door closed and the laughter of the prides finally went out of my ear, but Still, Style kept rumbling silently out of Jilbell's arms.

"I beg your pardon..."

As soon as the guard, who was nearby, helped hold him down, Jill Baer struck a knife in the neck of Steele, taking it with one empty hand. Jill Veil's heart sounded quietly fast as he stuck his breath and supported the losing style.

... What's that now...?

Style, who moved his legs to pride without raising a single outrage, was as if his body was moving on its own.

Gilbert, holding the lost style himself, returned to the Chancellor's office once with the guards. To put the style to sleep on the couch, which would probably wake up in an hour or two if it stayed like this. In the meantime, I'll try to get as much work going as possible, and as soon as he wakes up, I'll even think about driving the carriage to the Knights stadium.

"Lord Arthur... no way.

Jill Behr shrugged just in his mouth small.

Pride should have been in custody in the meantime. However, it is also not possible to be detained as it was once again after the escape, with the cooperation of the special abilities of transparency. Furthermore, if the unexpected opponent was pride, Arthur, who had no power, was defeated from Jilbert's eyes.

It's not an unthinkable story. Originally, he was in a tower away to stop his pride. For example, if Pride uses it to threaten his own life, as he did to himself... After thinking that far, Jilbel stopped thinking. That word and deed of pride, its intent and why.

He understands better than anyone else.