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

"Ask again and again. Where is our First Princess?

Pale, says Stayle.

Poking his sword tip, he looks down as if he is waiting to be shaken from Adam again. In that position, Adam glanced at her like a fox with a toothpick. I bitterly swallowed the fact that I was easily recieved with a sword that I thought was definitely better above me.

He does not answer the question and is slashed again with a sword he holds. No real experience, but Adam's combat skills were among the best in the Radiya Imperial Army. There have been times when he was a prince, but he joined forces with the grand general to half-kill him. Adam is strong, even if he doesn't look. That was his/her self-conscious skill. However,

"... to that extent. The fighting skills of the Radiya Empire are no big deal either.

Style was far above it.

Contrary to Adam, who is serious about killing, Stayle pays for it with ease as if he were even wearing it in an archery, naked, beating it with a pattern, and sometimes inching it in the steeple to make it look.

Kang, I don't change one expression except for Kang Kang Kang Kung and absolute zero degree glances, rather, I wield Adam's sword with a cool face. Adam's combat skills were advanced from the eyes of the knights, but the style was too overwhelming in comparison.

The flashes of the sword dissolve into darkness, so fast that they are invisible in the distance. Even though they have poor views of each other, Style wields all of Adam's swords. Even though it jars the chains, blunts the movement, and even seals the instantaneous movement, it has absolutely no colour of struggle.

"What's up? Can't you afford to answer my question? Desperate, huh?

Use your fingertips to fix the position of the glasses that are not deliberately uneven.

Adam aimed at the empty steeple in an attempt to poke that gap, but still Style snuck it with his sword alone without having to turn around. Beat him in the shoulder with the pattern again and poke him out.

Now he couldn't help but roll to the ground, but with his knees on his knees Adam breathed roughly and stared up at the style.

Even in the game, little boss Adam is naturally defeated by all his attackers. However, in the game, the styles could be moved instantaneously and were not shackled. Adam was quickly winning using instant travel in an attempt to stand on the stealth route. I didn't kill him because he was in front of Tiara, but it's still an overwhelming victory. But now the styles...

Even that, it overtook.

He kept brushing his arms to protect his pride since he was ten years old, far stronger than the game.

The goal of pride and the existence to defend. And above all, for him, who has been polishing his sword with a knight captain named Arthur, the difference between Adam and even defeated by the style of the game was not shallow enough to be filled to the extent that he was prevented from shackling and instantaneous movement.

I'm not just a prince. Because he is a skilled man with even that sword of Arthur.

"... you don't even have to use your sword.

In the pattern again Adam beat down on the cobblestone. Style roughly puts the sword back on his hips.

Kim, Adam looked up while holding his head against the sound of being punished. If you look, now you even have a sword. Style is round hips. After holding down the glasses gently with his fingertips, he bends his index finger with his palm up to Adam, who looked down with his eyes alone.

"Call me."

The will was passed on without saying.

The knights as well as Adam were slightly confused as to what they intended. Regardless of who else, I was wondering if you were going to challenge Adam's opponent with your bare hands. Some knights tried to get into a stop, but before that, they stayed them just because the style said it was "okay". Only eyes remain unchanged and sharply stabbed at Adam, standing with empty hands without a gun or sword.

He took it as a complete insult, and Adam put up his sword again without understanding his intentions.

Are you going to let them flush all their attacks, or do you think they can be won only by fighting? If that's what you're assuming. That's convenient, Adam ran the sword into his hand again.

Style takes it from the front. Read and look at the sword muscle in an instant, and

Gagong, and. I slapped the chains of the shackles.

I avoided the sword simply by twisting my body and waved the long chain of my hands toward Adam's face without mistake.

Shackles that admonished the hands of Stayle. Stiles treat the long chain that connects them as if they were weapons. Becoming more than a sword, more capable of killing than a whip, the style that releases it to Adam's face without hesitation does not move one eyebrow. Jalali, and late the chains make noise on the cobblestone.

Having been truly honest and subjected to an unexpected attack, Adam turns to momentum and falls into it. I held my face to such severe pain that I thought my nose bone was broken that I called to the boulder but still don't care about the style. Instead, he took the willingness to slap in another shot, grabbed a long chain with his hand, and shook it and showed it.

"Stand up. I did it on purpose, you have no right to sleep.

Colder voices emit paler than ice.

The style, which commands Adam unequivocally, slammed the chains on the cobblestone with Gachaan. Just listen and purposefully sound the painful sound, awakening Adam in a blink. The whole roof is engulfed in different air by an overwhelming difference in strength, as if it were Adam's public execution, not the style.

Fluffy and rising Adam had his lips cut off as he swelled the chained area red. Style looks at it cold as he appropriately wonders if he chewed it off himself or not. Adam picked up the sword he dropped, and now ran in with anger.

Naturally, it's not a threat to Stayle already. Now holding the long chain with both hands, he took it lightly with a longitudinally waved sword-stained chain. It sounded rattled and Adam put his full weight into it, but it still doesn't even reach the blade tip on the style. Critically more teething than chains and swords, slightly opening the angry red eyes, but Stile's pitch-black eyes even swallowed it.

Adam tried to kick it up with his leg in anger, but was pushed back to play it from Steele first when he slightly floated his leg. Flirting at being taken the lead, Style relentlessly pursues that gap as he lowers his foot behind his back.

I grabbed the long chain with both hands and waved it to Adam's belly like a bat. A tremendous shock over the clothes, along with the sound close to the baptism and whip, plunges into the abdomen without armor. Gah…… The style swiftly turns behind Adam, spitting out the air inside him.

Adam only has eyes on the cobblestone, who holds his belly down and doesn't even know the style has turned behind him. breath, trying to breathe using forwards while saying geeks to take in the air.

the chain around the neck, is turned.

"Don't be shy, it's what you guys gave me.

Jalali, and Adam the boulder also draws his breath to the feel of a heavy chain hanging from his shoulder to his neck.

He hurriedly lets go of his sword, too, and grabs the chain he put around his neck. Apply force to both hands to ensure breathing and prevent the neck from being tightened directly. The style that turned behind him was also tightened by pulling the chain to the left and right as he watched how it was. Without all the effort at once, twitch and force Adam into his arms until he is able to breathe slightly or not.

Adam also spends some time looking at the gaps and trying to stretch his hands and feet in another direction, but if he did that, he would surely have been first to let go of consciousness.

"Is it painful?... then I'll tighten it up more.

The voice of Style, who captures Adam from behind with an emotionally visible expression, was cruel on top of this.

If you can kill him like this, the desire to hand break the bone in his neck to one thought is slightly past, and he presses it back.

You can't still kill for your pride.

Gradually, Adam's hands and feet shudder independently of his power into small pieces as he continues to tighten up critically. Thoughtful only for a moment to avoid being fought back, quickly loosening the chain where I tightened it up and strengthened my consciousness and body. Guhaha, and Adam collapsed while holding his throat without having to poke him in the back.

Gee ho ho ho ho ho... and squat on both knees with his coughing shoulders up and down hard over and over again. Stile stomped his head like this to the appearance of Adam, so defenseless and indescribable that he was likely to snap his neck right now if he tried to kill him.

Slowly turns to the front with a few steps pulled on Adam, who looks really dying if he does any more. "You don't even have a mouthful," he watched as he threw gently. Stayle walks around Adam while opening a certain distance from Tan, Tan, and Tan pulls out his sword again. Even the chain was too good for Adam, but on the contrary, it was difficult to help. The knight who was watching was also afraid that he would kill Adam more than the cheapness of the style from along the way, and the momentum seemed to jump out even now.

It's okay, Style finally laughs a little while I give it back again. Instruct the knight who is watching over me as I gently wave the sword I have pulled out.

"I'd rather search for you and Tippett than me. Thoroughly, please.