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

"Upright, Arthur."

As the scaffolding collapsed, Stayle raised his voice in the direction of the two who disappeared with the smoke explosion.

The collapse began shortly after the blast, breaking out of the scaffold within an instant, and then the style was protected by the captain, Kenneth and the knights, where he was about to be flown by the blast. A suitable knight with special abilities hurriedly flew to the tower beyond the stone bridge and hooked up to the stone bridge, which collapsed in half on the verge of falling with the assistance of a special abilities man who was also beside him.

A special ability to manipulate the rope wraps the rope around a stone bridge, and Kenneth grabs and hangs on the rope with the knights and the style. Style, caught by Kenneth from behind, continued to chase the sky with his hand to Arthur and Pride, who had fallen rather than looking back at the knights.

"Dear Style, please don't break the rope and it will be over."

Kenneth's cry echoes the collapsing tower.

Several knights are also about to fall, clinging to rubble that has failed to evacuate in time and collapse.

In the blast, only Arthur ripped off the surface of the tower so that it could be drawn and followed by falling pride. From the tower beyond the stone bridge, many knights do their best to help their companions and steers.

Lord Pride shouts, "Arthur shouts," but the smoke and rubble have already scratched them off. Collect knights in positions where special abilities are likely to be pulled up, and those who can fly away lend a hand and desperately try to pull up ropes wrapped around stone bridges by multiple people. Though a sturdy rope, a rope with several knights hanging with the style is not easy to pull up.

Style's breath and heart stopped to see Pride and Arthur nowhere else. Even though it was slowing down, there were special abilities to rescue two people who had descended in the rubble and so on.

─ The wind blew.

Suddenly, the wind unnaturally blows in front of Stile's eyes.

The moment I accidentally gazed at it like a gust of wind, a knight who was clinging to the rubble about to collapse elsewhere was thrown over their head in an instant.

As the grunts and screams continue, the knights, thrown higher than the stiles that hung on the stone bridge, blow up to the top of the tower, each of them taking their own passion or being taken by the other knights.

A black shadow dissolved in the darkness flies over the debris on the verge of collapsing one after the other with high speed feet, throwing the clinging knights over a safe tower. As Style lost words to the sight of the knights being launched in reverse as the debris mass fell from the collapse, the rope we were caught was now suddenly pulled up and out. I was wondering if there were more rescued knights on the tower, if Kenneth and the others would look up.

"Master Harrison Steele is here."

Column.

With his special abilities of power, he was single, pulling up the rope where the Stiles would hang. Further next door, Alan receives a knight thrown from Harrison, and Eric is peeking into them hanging under the bridge with a voice "Dear Stile,"

Style, who noticed the three Kingsguard knights, recalls the words he entrusted to him as he left for Jilbert.

"Jill veil.... one, I have a consultation in anticipation of you.

Style entrusted it.

"I want you to summon the Kingsguard knights to the torture tower," he told Jill Bale.

Now we knew it was reckless to keep as many as four captains off each formation on the battlefield. Conversely, it could also shake the war situation by cutting the power in vain and lacking a leader.

But still.

Now that Arthur is back and heading back to his pride.

I wanted to bring more knights to his power... and, above all, one more knight I could trust to my pride. As Rosa said in her prediction, she will do everything she can.

And triggering Tiara and Cedric's escape, Gilbert decided.

He decided to persuade the highest echelons, including Queen Rosa, to make a decision on directives to the Knights.

That now that Tiara and Cedric are on the run and heading to the torture tower where Stayle would be the lurking destination of his pride, there is an even greater need for a definitive boost to his power to ensure the protection of all royalty. And neither Rosa nor Jilbel needed to persuade her, and she immediately gave her permission to do so, which was a proposal from Style.

In lieu of his life for the Kingsguard knights, he was able to propose to Roderick, the Knights Commander, because he was also at Jilbel's disposal to extract manpower to reinforce the holes they vacated.

It's urgent. The Knights Commander has called for you!

Request was made to Eric, who was protecting the main unit because of Roderick's life, and to the columns who were in the Castle Gate defense. As soon as the horses arrive from the recruits, they will all head to the torture tower.

He also joined Eric, and they hurried to the torture tower. When they were raised to the tower with special abilities, it was after Arthur hunted down Pride.

Just before Adam made the noise, both Pride and I met once but were missed. Even Cedric and Tiara popped out of the door after that if I still wanted to know how it was going. Cedric, who came to dispel numerous knights inside the tower, was also unable to move, surrounded by four excellent Kingsguard knights. but now that the tower is blown up. The Kingsguard knights

"Ahrison, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

I raise my voice many times but it doesn't reach Harrison as Alan takes one knight after another to be thrown away.

Harrison, who in the dark himself relies only on his eyes and moonlight to look for knights and styles who have lagged behind in escaping the collapse, still did not notice them hanging under the stone bridge. While the collapse sounds terrible, I can't even easily reach him, who keeps cutting the sky at high speeds.

There is no time. The knights on the ground will take both of them in this collapse, but all of them will retreat, so as Alan is in a hurry, "Harrison" and the column will also raise its rope and speak out again. Go on. Eric ate his teeth in agony and tied them up.

Pa, pa, pa.

I shot Harrison.

I suddenly pulled my gun out on Harrison. Not only Alan but the column stopped by surprise.

The bullet passed brilliantly in front of Harrison, who traveled at high speeds, and ended up hitting the rubble. The sudden attack finally turned Harrison's attention to Eric and the others.

"To Lieutenant Harrison, Lady Style! Hurry up!"

Eric, who barks his voice at Harrison opponents in an awesome shape, points to the Stiles with a smoked gun.

Harrison finally realised that he opened his eyes and flew to the rope they would grab in a flash with his fast feet. Immediately after wind pressure like a gust, the column continues to lift up the rope with added weight for each human being without any problems.

The boulder's style also knots its mouth and turns itself against Harrison, who appears close at the same time that he thinks the wind has blown. The moment I thought my purple eyes reflected me, the metal sounded suddenly as kachanka chang, and

The shackles were removed.

At high speed, the shackles for special abilities are unlocked and sucked down while being drawn to the weight of the chain.

The shackles that had commanded his own hands were removed. The moment I understood it, Style disappeared.

I don't care why or how it goes.

Freed of the instantaneous movement that had been sealed, Style thought only one thing. To pride, to Arthur. That's all I crave.

Moving momentarily, instantly moving to the top of the tower before checking for cheap or not as soon as you think you've touched them. Stayle showed up with Arthur and Pride before the column pulled up the rope.

Duh. If you look at the two while the three of us ring a landing tone, and then finally hold down the heart that Stile pulses.

"... eh.... Oh, come on...

Arthur rolled over on his back with his pride tightly held in his arms, laughing hellariously and powerlessly at the style after a few seconds of letting go.

At least just Pride, and Arthur with her head on the verge of being slammed to the surface.

Transformed from a position falling from his head to one hitting his back with instant movement, he hit his back on a stone fold only from a few centimeters above. Much lighter than the shock you were prepared for, and your stretched body flakes.

The styles were almost on the ground when they moved instantly, so I didn't even know if they were safe until I checked them out like this.

Arthur's distracted voice makes me lose strength until the moment I find out I'm safe. Kum, I couldn't even afford to say sarcasm on both knees in front of Arthur as he collapsed "bad......"

"... eh.... uhh, sooo... why are you so..."

Pride, who was holding his face against his body as he was held tight, lagged further behind Arthur in understanding the situation.

As if he woke up, he holds Arthur tight with his arms to catch the pride of getting up in a hurry to check the situation this time.

"Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go," he shouted. It's a bumpy pride, but force naturally does not rival Arthur. Even in an attempt to shoot a gun, Arthur pinches each gun's hand between it and the cobblestone on his back and he can't play the trigger.

The only sword held in his free right hand swung grudgingly, but only the lost pattern of the blade. That was just a blunt instrument. Pride's arm strength doesn't make him enough weapon to kill. Swinging over and over to the stone folds and Arthur, but hitting his head doesn't loosen his arm's power at all.

Grab Pride's right hand so Eric can hold him down, and finally take the sword away with all his might. Still Eric controlled his hand trying to wave his fist like a kuru with one hand. He goes on to reach for Arthur's back as well and grabs and takes her gun so she can't pull the trigger either.

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It looks as if she is more attacked if someone who doesn't know anything about it sees her being held down by two men and letting her bum her legs off a messy dress.

Tiara raised her voice from among the knights, "Sister," but she was prevented from going to Alan and the other knights. Cedric, who lined up, also tried to get her to come to Pride, but was controlled by Harrison.

At least the knights will open up in front of them so they can make sure they're safe, but they won't let it go any further. Because pride is so dangerous right now.

Tiara's desperate cry doesn't even reach the style, on the contrary, of pride. The pride that keeps screaming so much that I don't even think it's in focus of consciousness doesn't return what Arthur or Eric can call a reply no matter how many times they call that name.

"Aadam is the man... the observation deck, is...

Style, who makes his face rude to his unbearable appearance of pride, looked around.

If you turn your eyes again across the stone bridge where there was a blast as you raved your voice and called to the knight.

Nothing, nothing.

There was nothing more at the end of the stone bridge as I made a ragged noise and only heard the crash of debris.

No one is dead thanks to the knights of the special abilities and the help of Harrison from the top of the tower. The knights who had been caught by the rope wrapped around the stone bridge were also just pulled up by the hand of the column. But the observation deck, where the Stiles had been until just now, had completely collapsed and only a pile of debris was piling up.

Style is stunned with his mouth open.

Adam said... I didn't even have to ask. It was inside the observatory that they were. It is also a place of explosion.

Even if we set fire to it and then fled to the other floors, it is inevitable that if the tower collapses so far, it will be crushed by rubble. Everyone shook their necks silently next to the knights as they turned their eyes only to confirm.

Securing Adam and Tippett, who fled inside, while even the survival of their allies was at stake, did not even come true for a boulder knight.

Kenneth, the captain of the Ninth Squad, asks about the damage via correspondents, but there is still no damage to the knights, and no one could confirm what Adam and the others looked like.

"........................... sister, you are.

Stile feels his body getting heavier as he stays on his knees and pulls into gravity.

The voice of your sister, Tiara, who seems to cry over and over again, plunders her ears, but she can't even reach her brain. It's not just her voice. Even the knight's report barely reaches his ear. Brain gears spin around trying to sort out the status quo, making distorted noises and assembling and spinning brutal realities.

Fixed point of view for telecommuters to report on securing pride, heading to the main unit. But there was no such thing as securing Adam.

If Adam is dead, some special abilities will render the ability ineffective at the same time as the ability dies. But it's not normal to think of pride that keeps rumbling in front of you, kicking, and making odd noises.

"... and after a little while, I finally had a happy ending..."

If you think you've finally emitted anything but an odd voice, her words were unintelligible on the detachment.

I'm held down from body to body while Arthur holds me tight, and I can't even raise my face. My legs are fluttered while I only wake up my torso. "Please calm down," Arthur shouts over and over, but it still doesn't arrive.

The pride that kept rumbling, as if it were a wild animal, finally bit from being held down to Arthur's shoulder with his face poked down.

Gabe, and Arthur accidentally raised his voice to Pride's teeth, who put force on his jaw with the intention of chopping a thousand bites. Because of her forged body, she was not bitten off by the woman's jaw, but her tooth mould remained firm and she devoured it to the point of bleeding. On behalf of Arthur, who is in pain but does not let go of his pride, other knights, besides Eric, reach out to hold on to his pride.

Hold your face down and get a cloth so someone doesn't bite your tongue! And as the knights raise their voices, Style just doesn't have a voice.

My eyes go void and I don't move like I'm not my own body. My head shakes around and I try to handle the sight of pride being seized by many knights in front of me that my brain is just a nightmare.

I want to reach for my pride. Even so, the body refuses.

Ask your brain if you can stay sane when you touch it and make sure it's real. Understand the desperate situation today because it is a more satirical style than anyone else.

He said the recapture fight was a failure. No matter how little damage he does, he will never return to what he most wanted to regain, no matter how much he slams down the Radian Empire.

One of the knights rushes to Pride with a cloth. I lost my sanity so she could get her mouth off Arthur, and a cloth to Pride's mouth before she tried to bite off her tongue.

"Get away from your sister..."

Three blades tore the place apart.

Shortly after the shuddering low woman's voice, something slipped sharply right next to the stiles in an instant.

It was a knife that passed trying to tear between Tostostostosssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss and pride and the knights, and pierced them into cobblestones.

I thought some knights might be Harrison, but not if I look back. Harrison himself had slightly rounded his eyes and poured his gaze on the woman next to Cedric.

The golden round eyes glowed sharply, and their eyes were directed towards the knight and the style gathered around the pride.

".................. tiara.

As if, now that I finally realize it, the style opens its mouth.

Alan and the knights hurry to hold Tiara, who unleashed the knife, but Tiara's consciousness turned to herself, and now it's time for Tiara to unleash her words clearly.

"Brother, please. Let me go to your sister. You promised me you'd be on my side next time. Ugh..."

Style is confused by Tiara, who appeals to free herself from the knights.

The orders from the queen, Rosa, are the protection of Tiara and Cedric and their recovery to the main force. You two are the ones who shouldn't be here.

Above all, what happens if we bring Tiara closer to the pride that is losing her sanity. It was clear that if Pride hurt Tiara with his own hands, it would be irrevocable. To Tiara, desperately pleading, "Please," as the first prince, I will not touch her neck vertically as her brother.... but.

"…………………" Is it your enemy?... Sure,... that's what you promised...

'I promise. This is the first and last time I'll be your enemy. "

A small grunt like a solitaire came out of Style's mouth, zero.

Look back small and see pride. Many knights still hold me down, and Arthur won't let go of that arm while enduring shoulder pain. Pride, bitten to the arm of a knight stretched out to shelter Arthur, was already a beast.

She puts her teeth on the armor arm, lets her die even after she groans in pain, lets her die, keeps throwing up like a curse to kill, kill and kill her. She has no more shadow as Tiara's sister.

After laying low for the first time, Stayle signals the knights silently.

Following the life of the First Prince, Alan and Harrison both knights took their hands off Tiara and Cedric, paving the way.

Suddenly released, the two are about to fall at the front. Having quickly regained his posture, Cedric rushes over to Tiara and sticks by her side to protect her. He kept shaking his burning eyes wondering when he would be forcibly evicted by instant travel to the style.

"... if anything, I'll move you right to the main unit. … immediately.

Tiara nodded at the style, claiming powerlessly, while on her knees.

Tan, Tan, and walking over to Pride she has no strays. Walk Cedric and pass beside the kneeling style. Fluffy, wavy, golden soft hair and stands in front of pride. And with a feminine voice similar to Queen Rosa's, she unleashed words on the knights, including Arthur and Eric.

"The Second Princess, Tiara Royal Ivy, commands. Please let your sister go.

Right now, Arthur doubts her ears too, telling her clearly.

How dangerous pride is right now, if you let go of your hand, you may escape or break out, or in the worst case, you may try to die. But why?

But the knights slowly move away from their pride with a strong royal look and their hegemony that they have never seen before from Tiara. Eric also hesitated to let go, leaving one Arthur at the end. But there's no way I can let it go. To never lose her again, and to never let anyone get hurt.

"Arthur, it's okay.... trust me only once.

Tiara laughs gently at Arthur, who strengthens herself and forgets to blink and throat.

Break your knees and kneel on the spot to gaze. And as he softly lay his little hand over Arthur's hand, who continued to protect his pride as he endured the pain, he stroked the deep red hair of his pride in his arms. "Please," Arthur said again, fearfully loosening that hand.

As soon as that was done, the pride arose with a arousal scatter, waking his body up to exasperate the fierceness and looking back as he burst Arthur. "Don't be ridiculous," he even raised to a golden cut like someone else, scratching his hair up.

I don't know what to do. The First Princess can't afford to say it at all anymore. He drips sweat, blushes his face, rips his teeth out as he roughs his breath with his shoulders and shakes his hair. Tiara rises to such pride without the appearance of fear.

"Sister.... me, you know?

Kind, bell-like voices were the most disproportionate to this occasion.

Pride sharply points his eyes at Tiara's words, which speak as if they were his usual morning. Neither Arthur, who quickly sits up behind her back, nor Style, who remains on her knees, nor Cedric, who sits behind Tiara, are in her current sight. Pride toured his thoughts with brilliant brains before the protagonists of this world.

... If I hurt Tiara in this place right now, I wonder if someone could kill me.

Just think about getting cut off, getting killed.

Nittaaaaaaaaaa, and as the scared running grin spreads out again, Tiara still doesn't shake. The spine is pinned and the crystal of golden eyes illuminates the moon. White, thin hands remained defenselessly unloaded without laying a knife in the uniform.

"Yeah? I get it.... Tiara. Is that good? Think you can beat me."

"I don't think so.... I've never beaten your sister.

Tiara laughs to her pride as she walks further with a grin stained with nitanita and evil.

I smiled and showed him my pride with my usual gentle smile. Pride laughs high into her grand demeanor. I think Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

Distance at which Tiara's thin neck can be strangled. Cedric behind it doesn't move. I just kept looking at them as I made my face look rude.

Then all you have to do is poke my dear Tiara in front of him. If you show your knights and attackers yourself trying to kill Tiara, someone will surely kill you. I thought so, laughing but Pride first reached for Tiara's soft golden hair.

Gently, taste the feeling you are used to touching with your fingertips and scratch up her long hair with both hands to mercy.

As tension strained the entire roof, it dew from Tiara's small face to her thin neck. And as it flowed, Pride put his hand around her neck, gently enveloping

"....................................................................................................... … a, a……………………………"

Stop.

All of a sudden, everyone took a breath at the stiffness of her hand when she thought about tightening Tiara's neck.

Even from the eyes of the Arthurs, who can only see the back of Pride, its unnaturalness was evident. Only Tiara's soft smile facing her pride looks small over her deep red back.

"Sister....... I am so sad if your sister is gone.

Tiara sues.

While everyone was speechless, he stood idly by and faced his pride. I don't even have to pay for a hand hung around my neck, I'm just there.

Pride does not answer. I thought I shook my stiff hands out with a clatter, and now my whole body trembles badly. I open my eyes to the limit and compare my hands to Tiara smiling.

I don't know what happened to Cedric, who kept staring at it from the front, or watching it up close.

But only the anomaly of pride was more obvious than seeing fire. As everyone strains the thread of tension to the pride that makes them cramp to slightly open lips and stop moving. It suddenly fell.

Pomp, and.

At first, it was a small sphere.

Style, who saw it, didn't have a voice with his mouth open. One blink, one of pride without being able to move. Then I can't take my eyes off.

Poop, poop, poop.

Rigid, large tears overflow and zero out of one pride after another with eyes open.

It passes from the eye area to the cheek and falls to the stone fold without reaching to the jaw. Arthur also rounded his eyes when he noticed a droplet fell at Pride's feet. Both Alan and the others, who held back behind the style, stop breathing.

"... sister.

Tiara, who was just smiling until just now, moves for the first time.

I shook my eyes pitifully and gently extended my white, thin hand to Pride's face. Pride turns his neck in fright at Tiara, who tries to softly wipe his tears. Eat and bind your teeth, but do nothing more. Pushing Tiara in front of you is one thing, as is strangling her.

His legs shook out gushing and violently, and Pride shook his neck sideways over and over with his teeth eaten and tied up in agony.

I can put my fingers in and will, but I really just tremble and it doesn't come true any more. Only tears overflow without grains to proportions, and they get drenched and badly wet from cheek to neck. Her throat squeezed up, her eyes sobbed and she gradually became red.

"... whoa, whoa, whoa," only the throat makes a noise and purple eyes don't leave Tiara.

After finally trying to meditate hard on his eyes and fully tighten Tiara's appearance out of his sight, he finally collapsed off his knees unbearably.

The hand hanging on Tiara's neck slipped off powerlessly and drooped over the stone fold. came and sat on the spot like a puppet with a broken thread, Pride could not move just to blur tears and zero. Tiara also slowly kneels back on the spot to fit her shoulders badly up and down and squeaking up.

Keep it up. Now it was time to reach for pride and I could easily turn my arm around to that back.

Attracting and gently cuddling that body will not resist it at all. Pride, held by his sister as if to entrust herself with everything, continued to shed only endless tears. to Tiara, who laughs by trying to bury her face on her own shoulder. Just eating and tying her teeth even,

I was scared.