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

"Rest not, Master Stayle.

Good night, he said. After an exchange of greetings with the samurai, as usual, the door to the room closed.

Turn off the lights, and without changing into a nightgown, the style exhales with jarring shackles of both hands.

After leaving Pride's room, Jill Bale and I were extremely busy. He cleaned up all the paperwork and official duties he had accumulated on his behalf, and at the end of the day he also headed for the visit of Rosa and the others who were being held hostage.

Together, Rosa and the others were sleeping in the private room of Jilbert, the prime minister in the royal palace. Pride and Adam take the room of Rosa, the queen, and Albert, the king's mate. Furthermore, because the general is using Vest's room, which is the regent, they were driven hostage by the rest of the bedroom. In the castle, and in the king's quarters, there were a number of bedrooms and large rooms to replace, but only a very limited number of humans would allow the royal palace to have only a dormant and private room for the Regent and the Chancellor, except for the queen and the king's concubine room. The Chancellor's Office in the Royal Palace meant that it was large and well equipped enough to be laid down three beds, but still not a good room for the royal family to be driven together three people. Anger boiled over the fact that both Stayle and Jilbel were desperately pushed inward.

Groaning, unresponsiveness, and not even a meal to take, they were at their best to extend their lives out of the hands of doctors.

I was going to talk about something, but I was afraid that if Tippet were here right now, I might be caught under the water, and all I could say was, "Please wake up."

Knowing how to wake you up.

"... well.

Take one brand new note on your desk. The pen was picked, and the rustle and the stile were made short sentences. It's too short to put in a greeting and a last word. I checked that the ink was dry before closing it in the envelope. Even if Tippett reads it, it's just a simple report letter. The style that picked it up got nostalgic once, feeling a little itchy not being able to use instant travel.

And slowly open the window. The windows opened to the outside, once fully open, the night breeze blew into the room at once. Thinking it was moonlight and surprisingly bright, Stayle pulls the open window straight out of the spot and deposits his back at the door across the street. He put his arms together and said he kept closing his eyes to keep things from happening.

"Dear Stayle......!

Suddenly, a voice came from the room.

I open my eyes again without much surprise, but I have no philosophy except that the windows I open are shaken by the wind. It's a quiet room with no one but myself. When I dared to keep my mouth shut and wait for the words, the same voice was again released in a room where no one was.

"I picked you up. There's no one in the room but us.

At the same time as that voice, two knights appeared out of sight.

Two of them are transparent special abilities, and temperature-sensitive special abilities. Thank you, Style, who gave it back in a whisper, woke his back out the door. Without Tippet, I don't even think I need to block the door, and I walk over to the knights who showed up.

"It's important that you break in safely.... So shall we go?

Returning them with a grin, Style received an invisible rope, handed to him by a transparent special ability. As soon as I grabbed it, I saw a rope clearly held in my hand that I should not have seen at the same time as my figure disappeared. The rope also led to the knight of the transparent special abilities, and to the knight of the temperature-sensitive special abilities, who now spoke to himself, and continued beyond the window.

Style answers the knight asking if the way down in the rope would be okay. I had already experienced a year ago both the special ability of transparency and getting down the wall with rope.

A transparent knight first passes the rope through the window and descends, followed by a style. A temperature-sensitive knight grabbed the rope from the window of the room and supported it, making sure to step down the wall step by step and approach the ground. From the window of the room it was dark and there was nothing visible on the ground, but if we approached it, there stood another knight and Jilbell there. Style glanced slightly grumpy at Jilbel, smiling as he gripped the edge of the rope connected with his sagging, transparent knight.

"Hi, Master Steele," he said softly if he put the ground on, and Steele looked around before responding. Outside my room, of course, there were guards lined up for security. Just because you've become transparent doesn't mean you can even turn it off to your voice. But as one of the guards, there was no one to turn a blind eye to Gilbert's voice. Rather, Stayle, was silently stretching his spine without anyone turning around in the first prince's name.

"... Hi Chancellor Gilbert.... You seem to have explained to them.

boulder. And if he dived low, Jilbel returned it with a "I'm afraid," a grinning grin.

The knight guarding Jill Vail's back is unchanged and looking around to see if there are any tippets or suspicious people watching. He is also a temperature-sensitive special ability man.

"The guards and the gate soldiers at the castle gate and Wang Jiu were quick to understand. It's still important that you do it on a daily basis.

Jill Bale whispers in a good mood, even though he finds the style angry.

With the help of a specially capable man, Jilbel disappeared transparently after he had already persuaded each of the guards he was guarding to protect the style. It was easy for Jilbel, who always grasped all the people in the castle, to make the guards understand and snort "the crisis of the country", "silence". Normally, only a few exchanges could convince him. The circumstances and circumstances were also transformed from Jilbel's mouth into facts that could be swallowed.

... although it was troublesome when it was abused until five years ago.

Still, Style thinks that Jill Bale's mouth cleverness and manipulation have something to wrap his tongue around.

Already, all the guards out the window have become collaborators of the Stiles.

Even one of my dislikes on this occasion, Style wanted to say, made it a priority to rush ahead of it. A rope draped from his room fell, and a knight waiting in the room instead of the style quietly reached out only to close the windows and curtains. To ensure the safety of the room and respond in case visitors arrive. Because if you are a temperature-sensitive special ability person, you can capture Tippet immediately, even if he shows up.

While gripping the ropes of the transparent special abilities, they leave the scene early on and head for it.

in the ambulance adjacent to the Knights' Exercise Ground.