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

"Ahahahaha! What shall we do, huh? This isn't gonna be a battle, is it?

Style managed to look back at his laughing pride with ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Retreat from the top of Adam as he rolls, facing back from body to body. Pride…… I leaked my voice while distorting my face to severe pain in my legs, and Pride had just revealed itself from under the cobblestone.

While lurking in the observation deck, Pride, who noticed the noise over his head, had been clearing his ears from the ladder to what was going on on on the roof. As per the precautions given to Adam, he did not move until he led the enemy to the hidden door, and continued to wait until he heard the footsteps of the signal.

With Ga, Ga, Cancer.

With that signal, Pride opened the hidden door and let him peek into his face.

Signal that you have guided the enemy to the correct placement. And at the same time, it's a sign that Adam couldn't have killed him alone.

Killing the sound and opening the door, Pride gladly waved the sword to the feet of the stele, as planned and with the perfect opportunity.... of fine dust, without hesitation.

As soon as he slashes the style, Pride tries to jump and goes up to the roof. slackened and mocked the end of his mouth for being fitted with the style of a plotter, and looked around without a glance at Adam, a meritorious man, and

I set myself up for the knights approaching the present.

"Oh, fast.

The colors also leak a mixed laugh and lick the knights with their eyes as they rush into securing themselves.

Tottotto, and the knights surrounded their pride while taking a few steps from the style as well. Drop your weapon, and surrender, and a few knights will reach out to seize it. Then the sword of pride ran sharply before their hands reached out.

Some knights delayed judgment on the sword muscle for just a moment. The stretched hand was torn with armor (...) and (...) to the extent that thin blood bled out of his skin because he quickly pulled his hand, but the knight in time to evade also opened his eyes to the sight.

It's not even full of power, it's how you shake your clothes to the point of tearing them apart. How many swords, if not special abilities, are there arms? While it was conceived that way, pride circles. To eliminate knights within the reach of the sword.

A sword that doesn't have to be avoided if it's not heavily powered, it can be held down with armor instead of its own sword. but everyone understood (...) if (...) (...) et (...) (...)

The knight avoided paying for the spider child, and several were already attached to securing Steele's escort and Adam. Style stops the knight from trying to reinvent his shackles on Adam, and he lifts his voice up in pain to the knights surrounding him with pride.

"Sister, you are strong. Don't be alarmed."

The knights point their nerves at the cry of the First Prince, who is also an aide to Pride.

Some of them saw pride standing seven years ago or in defense warfare. If it's just a story, no one knows a single rumor, including the annihilation.

Let your pride stand again in a light condition with a ripped smile at the end of your mouth. Welcome, and waiting, the knights twisted and morphed with their swords in place. It opens the back of her pride slightly, to the point that she doesn't even notice.

Put your sword on her and call for surrender over and over again. Rock the tip of your sword and put a gun out of your nose.

Though wondering who to turn from to the rust of the sword, Pride also turns his eyes to the style from time to time. From the gap surrounding the knights, I could see him holding the hand of the knights of the escort, wounded on his feet, rising flustered.

The knight tries to stop the bleeding on his leg, which bleeds out of his leg and is painful just to stand, but he is not satisfied with it over armor either. I try to take my armor off once, but Style said no. The wound itself is not that deep. Now I push to make sure I don't loosen the sword or gun that poked at Adam more than that. I stopped with a cloth just for dripping and stabbed my gaze at pride. From the slightly empty gap behind her, the knights of transparency pack the distance without sound.

He killed the signs, circled behind his pride so that his fellow knights wouldn't even notice him, and approached him step by step. The sword, and the arms of Pride's guns are well known facts. Then I sneak in to seize my body from behind.

Only the temperature-sensitive knights attached to the Style's escort were able to confirm that with their eyes. The transparent special abilities are invisible to each other. Still, bumping into each other doesn't even make a rubbing sound of cloth, approaching with controlled movements.

Pride's attention is directed to the front knights and the style. And the knights jumped into pride at the same time without a signal.

"Ahh."

The dry noise sounded continuously.

Suddenly, a pride looking back without any foreboding quickly waves the sword a few degrees. It was the voice that pushed him to death, but Pride spread his grin ugly that the sword did have an answer left.

He jumped in and tore the knight that it was now time to seize him, "one hand ahead of the other, slashing and tearing it apart", which all arrived on the verge of. Only red blood splashed from the universe instead of appearance from the knights who tore every armor, tore their bellies, stabbed their feet, and remained transparent.

Pride appropriately fired the guns while the wounded knights were invisible as the knights watched them open their eyes. The sound of pampering and dryness sounded over and over again, and at the same time it was now time that the knight's groan rose. Along with the laughter of Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

"That's ridiculous. You can't let Mob beat me!

Holding his belly, he laughs at every knight of transparency looming behind him, pointing at each and every one of them at the tip of his sword, along with an unexplained statement.

On his knees, he held down the wound, and the shallow one stepped forward with his weapon to shelter the knight who had been deeply wounded by daring to reveal himself. The knights who opened their doors for them will come forward and shelter their companions.

Pride watched the scene with a stinging grin of nitanita but did not go deep. Playing again with the tip of the sword, and the special ability to treat injuries to them doesn't stop them from rushing over either. Instead, as soon as the treatment began, he looked back at the Stiles again.

He walks over gracefully without even caring that the knights have a sword. Cuckoo, and sound the heels shoes hard, waving the sword as soon as the knights' swords are within range.

Pride played all the swords released to play her sword, or to hold her down, and avoided them gently. Pride, with his occasional laughter but no inch gap, waves his sword belligerently. I rocked a dress that was supposed to be hard to move, bounced with heeled shoes, and sounded a loud laugh in their ears. Moving further forward, he laughs at the style protected by the knights' backs.

"What's the matter, Style? Please call me soon.

"…… why did you notice the movements of the transparent knights?

To provocation from pride, call with a cold head at once.

Finding pride and being attacked by her also switched the priority of the style. Pride than Adam in front of you, and buy time looking at her.

Pride shrugged briefly at the throw from the steer, "Oh, that," he spread a ripped grin and showed it straight nitaaaaaaaa like he didn't even see the knight in front of him...

"Of course not! I've been chosen to be a special ability-- predictable, predictable."

Everyone lost their word once to the word of pride that they just say is natural.

"Prediction"

Everyone in the country knows the value of that special ability. That's why her words were so shocking. There's plenty of potential for falsehood, but suppose you've been reading all the attacks from the knights today with prediction.

"I don't mind some scratches! Sister, please seize you!!

Pride murmured in a brief tone "ala, hideous" to the instructions to the knights of the Stale.

A knight who was surrounding his pride waves his sword from behind. But Pride avoided twisting his body without looking back. Compared to Arthur's speed, every knight can handle it adequately.

Several knights hang together, jumping along the way, she even turns behind the knight's back. The knights responded and instantly avoided the pursuit from there, preventing it with a sword, but still her advantage does not move.

Not only the knight who had refrained, but also the style, could not blink one blink at the way he continued to adorn a knight who boasted many times more combat power than soldiers from other countries, as if he were a miscellaneous soldier around.

Naturally, being the first princess's pride the opponent should protect is one reason to struggle.

If the aim is to kill, there are as many ways as there are for the knights. If you limit yourself to shooting from afar, attacks with special abilities, or even swordsmanship, you can do as much as you want. Even if you jump into your opponent's nose and slash them in return for a blow, you won't need to pierce them from another direction while one takes their movement at a sword meeting, or, above all, take steps to keep them alive.

But I can't do that either now.

Moreover, for the knights, who admire pride, it was difficult to get rid of any hesitation in wounding pride, even with permission from the First Prince. If you unconsciously let her suffer a wound that will last a lifetime, the thought goes too far if you take your life. It is not a question of whether the Knights or themselves are to be held accountable or guilty. Now that everyone in the Knights admires pride, and now that they know the fact that she's being manipulated, there's no way they can make you scratch without hesitation. For each of them, pride is more than the First Princess.

... but without it, it was an anomaly to see pride crossing the knights no less.

Advanced combat technology, most importantly any unintentional strike, is pointless in front of her now. Now, the capture alive was equated to impossible.

"Pride under the consciousness of being in battle repeats predictions over and over again.

"It's no use, Style?... you're here.

Ahaha! Stile bites his teeth into the pride he calls with a laugh.

Standing by the knight, he grabbed Adam's chest, who was stopped from moving with his sword, and turned his teeth to roar, "Untie me quickly," but Adam gave out his tongue laughing at Nitanita. Dripping bellows and salivated tongues, mocking the style.

She won't even allow a moment of unintentional blow while dealing with a knight. On the observation deck, which turned into a complete battlefield, he wondered whether the knights, who had refrained from leaving across the bridge, should also leave.

But Captain Kenneth stops it. There are still knights under and inside the tower, but they are too dangerous to push in numbers cheaply. More knights on the observation deck would make it harder to get physical. I will replace it with a wounded knight, but I can't increase it more than I need. Instruct Adam and the Prince to cross the bridge from the observation deck to the other tower. but

"... I figured I'd have to kill about one?

Goddamn.

Chills, as if licked by a giant tongue, ran through the entire body of the style.

Fear strikes me at the whining like a pride soliloquy and the certainty that "it is not a threat". He tied his mouth, forgetting his breath and looking back, a delightful laugh of pride was pointed at him with his inadvertently melted eyes. The knights hang on to their pride, but they can't grasp it. On the contrary, contrary to a knight trying to capture him alive, he left them with a number of shallow wounds all over the counterattack, not to mention that Pride could kill him at any time. One more step in the back, and her sword ripping through the armor can reach her organs in one blow.

Style strangles Adam up. Loosen his hand and pushes it away.

Grasp the sword of your hips and step forward to move your legs with just your bones that keep complaining of pain. Feel extra heavy because you're wearing armor. Get your feet out front.

Captain Kenneth controlled him with his hand and tried to stop him, but Stayle quietly lay his own hand on that hand stretched out in front of him and let him down. Shake his head sideways and refuse to stop him.

"... sister, do you want my life?

Still don't try to leave. Get off Kenneth's face and turn to pride.

You can't just stand already and let the prince fight at last. If I were to go, Pride tilted his neck gently and laughed at the style that flushed Kenneth's words to complain so.

"? You don't want my life. That's why you dumped the main unit, right?

Funny, the pride of laughing distortedly just to say was close to laughing coldly.

From the pride of not knowing that the queens, Rosa and the others, have woken up, I can only assume that Style is here for the last fight. The general's own participation shakes his body as he leaps his chest wondering how much he wants to kill me. Finally, it makes my heart bounce when you finally kill me.

"No. You are being manipulated by Adam with special abilities. Me and the knight have come all the way here to save you.

Style preaches in a calm tone to Pride, who affirmed as he had decided.

Flirting, my eyes won't let go of pride as I lean against Kenneth alone. Then the laughter of pride broke slightly. I cramp my eyebrows pickly and lose my fever when the grin that should have been standing is boring.

The knights lose strength from their shoulders and exhale from their noses. A knight stepped in, making sure his guard had faded, but a blade of pride poked directly across his throat touched the thin skin before it reached him.

It pulled reflexively and did not extend to fatal injuries, but the blood drips out loudly. Stile quietly swallowed the certainty that he still sees all the pride. But Pride exhaled fed up to go against the serious look of Steele.

"Well, that's a bunch of lies. I'm tired of hearing that conversation in Leon.

Leon, everyone breathes in the word.

No way, we looked at each other and shifted our gaze to pride, and she was in a bit of a mood for that reaction.

I met Leon, that is, it was more likely that Pride had something to do with Leon's seriously injured cause. With a slight hesitation about the matter and the seriousness, Style asked, "No way Prince Leon..." and Pride answered it with only a distorted grin.

"More than that, Style. What's wrong with that kid? You must be hiding somewhere."

Style lurks his eyebrows in pride asking as he sways his body left and right, loosely bored.

Think about what that child means, but it doesn't come out. I can't solve the question of who I'm bringing to a battlefield like this.

For a moment I thought it might be Arthur, but there's no way Pride would call Arthur that girl. Most importantly, she doesn't even know he's alive.

Pride distorts his face uncomfortably this time to a flattered face and a silent return style. I look around again, but I still don't see it. I wonder if the transparent special abilities hide it, or if it's outside or inside the tower, but it doesn't come to a conclusion. I had no choice but to bend my mouth and take her name.

"Sister..."

Mouth it, before.

From under the tower, a voice emitted like the sound of a bell.