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

"... but it was really good. It's huge that I was able to get Master Pride back. Fortunately more than a Knights accomplishment.

Calm voices are scattered into the noisy surrounding voices.

Worded opponents nodded heavily at it. Right, arm in arm with words back.

The knights, who witnessed them walking side by side, thank each other one after the other. Since the Ninth Squad, which was protecting Wangju, was to head to the torture tower, the knights of each Squad had gathered in Wangju to fill the hole in that Ninth Squad. Everyone in that knight raises his voice and circles his eyes to them wondering why he is here.

Some knights were past wondering if anything had gone wrong, but before that they urged them to go on ahead with the signal of their hands.

"Roderick.... are you anxious the Crown Princes still can't find you?

Clark, the deputy commander who only moves his mouth and asks, waved gently to the other knights again. We cannot labor them cheaply now that the mission has not yet been completed.

They keep walking, returning the signal that there's no problem with the knights going out. Contrary to Clark, who looked around him, Roderick, the Knight Commander, caught only the front as he roared low.

"I can't be alarmed.... could have gotten away with the blast.

All the humans in the Radiya Empire could be captured or rendered powerless.

All the special abilities enslaved could also be protected. It has been confirmed that Tippett, who regained his pride, which was also close to the hostage, and a special ability of transparency, also blew himself up with Adam. But Roderick thinks he can't be relieved unless he finds the body.

Debris removal work on the torture tower observatory continues, but at least not the prototype on that scale. Then I am prepared that the day will be far away when I can feel extra complete relief.

Besides, that's not the only thing bothering Roderick's head.

"... Dear Tiara's. I was surprised by that, too.

You peeked into his head again, and Roderick looks at Clark with his mouth open on the side.

Send them out as if they were even paying for them, throwing "never mind" instructions to the knights with their hands unchanged. It was his face that was laughing calmly, but his voice lurked low.

A second princess, Tiara's confession.

That was also a shock to the Rodericks, who saw footage from the correspondents as the queens, Rosa and the others.

It turns out Tiara has predictive abilities as well, not just pride. How important that is to rock the kingdom of Friesia.

I am also concerned that Cedric, the King's brother of the United Hanazoo kingdom, continued to cooperate with Tiara. According to reports from the knights, they kept running away with the knights in arms who tried to protect them. Roderick thinks that just because he knew "how far," Cedric's position will change dramatically in the future.

Furthermore, it remained doubtful that the knights, the elite of the Kingdom of Friesia, could not stop Cedric. A year ago, Roderick heard and knew about Cedric's work from the knights. I also understand that the knights could not be serious about the opponents who are protected. But still, I can only question that none of the knights could stop one prince. I would even like to ask what kind of combat training you were involved in in in the United Hanazoo kingdom.

And because he paid off the knights and led Tiara to the top of the tower, there is now a result.... but

Pride Rebellion, Tiara's ability to predict.

Roderick is also heartily pleased that he was able to reclaim his pride. Losing pride and its heart is now only a huge loss not only for the Knights, but also for the Kingdom of Friesia. And I myself wasn't sure I could stay calm if I lost my pride again. Her presence is so great.

But at the same time, Roderick fears that new ripples may be approaching them.

"But yeah, don't rub your mind on everything.... Sometimes it is necessary to keep an eye on the good news.

……………………… ………… Lord Pride's recapture makes me sincerely happy, too.

Despite what Clark said farther away because of this, only a boneless reply returns.

Damn you! And Clark slaps Roderick in the back with a shuddering laugh. Strongly slapped with the palm of armor, there is a sound to the extent that it sounds light. But still, Roderick remained silent with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

I know what Clark's trying to say. But I didn't want to take that honestly yet. I dare not speak clearly because I know how Clark and Roderick feel about it.

"As soon as we finish the transfer, we have to get back to command. I don't know when things will change.

"... right. Your Majesty's immediate death to us. Let's think about getting this done first.

Clark also nodded at Roderick's hard words.

The two of us keep walking and finally get to where we want to be. So far the knights were the only ones on the spot just looking around lightly. It was a little early, Clark whines and raises his hand to his men who were protecting him there.

They were solidifying their defenses, stretching their spines in gratitude to the Knights Commander and two of their deputy commanders. Good job! And Roderick responds to the knights who speak up.

"For a little while now, me and Clark will wait here, too.... welcome of dignitaries.

The knights run tingly and currenty at Roderick's words.

After the recapture war, "dignitaries" … that means that it is all very confidential. The fact that only Roderick and Clark could be known in the Knights also tells the story of how important people are. No way, General of the Radiya Empire, or the knights who seriously change their complexion. Clark continued his words with a laugh, "No, I'm fine". Understand that Roderick's words are too heavy and supplement them to reassure the knights.

"Sounds like His Majesty's guest. I was just told to welcome you both, too, Roderick. Perhaps of the kingdom of Anemone - …, ……………………………………"

Clark's words suddenly stop.

The eyes that were directed at the knights were opened round and solidified with a laughing mouth. The knights also noticed Clark's change and looked back behind themselves, ahead of their gaze. I put my hands on swords and guns, but I immediately loosened my guard at that visible shadow.

One knight comes running.

I still can't see clearly in the middle of the night, but I'm pretty sure it's just the silhouette of that uniform that rocks.

Think of which squad knight they are, and they stare. Until we confirm his appearance and squad number, we'll also look at the possibility of disguise. The knights looked back from body to body and got back together to welcome the approaching knight from the front. The knight, who is fast on his feet, approaches so close that his face is captured with his naked eye within a glimpse. And the moment I made sure the long silver hair lit by the moonlight was shaking, everyone in the knight doubted his eyes.

"Arthur, Captain..."

One of the knights called in a plundering voice.

Then the shadow that approached me didn't let my hair in for a while. "Good job," he said naturally.

The moonlight reflexes, and from the knights who run, they line the gates of Wangju. They can only grasp the contours. I quickened my legs even faster and tried to check the faces of the knights ahead who greeted me,...... my legs stopped.

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Why. And Arthur is out of line.

Why are the two chiefs and deputy chiefs at the gates of Wang Hu, not the main army? Arthur, who was totally unprepared for his heart, had solidified a few meters in front of the gate.

He opens his mouth pompously and his hands glide off the sword on his hips that he was hanging from. I'm out of breath for another reason than I've been running, and even my heartbeat gets intense. Arthur, unable to move as his legs were sewn to a stop, looked back at Roderick and Clark repeatedly and repeatedly with his eyes alone.

Even the knight who called Arthur can't keep up with the tidying up of the situation. Meanwhile, Roderick and Clark slowly walk from the gate to Arthur silently.

The knights also thought they should follow on their backs, but dare not move off the spot. It was the weapons that stood in case, but I even killed my breath and watched over the two backs approaching Arthur.

"Oops......, I'm stuck......

Arthur's voice cages at once.

I feel behind the fact that I, the violator, have met the two of them on this occasion, and I unwittingly take a step back.

The two stopped about a meter apart. While staring at Arthur without blinking, I confirm him, illuminated by the moonlight, from head to toe. And at the end of the day, I stared at its right arm so hollow.

"... really,... are you really Arthur...?

Arthur goes up and down his shoulder to Clark, whose right arm approaches him with a rare and unchallenged obscurity.

I have been questioned and suspected many times before. And I can't let the two of you in front of me suspect me.

My spine got cold at once when I thought it was a fake on this occasion and I was turned on for that killing again. Slap yourself in the chest so you can rush, and raise your voice.

"I am Arthur Beresford of the Eighth Squad. I fled the ambulance building arbitrarily........................................ I'm sorry I acted on my own...

Arthur, who lowered his voice only at the end, drops his gaze.

His head was lowered with a pepper and his long hair of the same color drooped forward as his father's. Arthur's words and his tricks give him more twitching certainty. The palms under the armor were damp and the two unconsciously held their fists.

Arthur, with his head down, is still in doubt that Roderick and the others won't get back to him, and he rushes out in his heart. Confirm again that there are no other knights beside the two, face up. I only strengthened and sharpened my eyes, diving my voice and overlapping my words.

"... Father, Clark. When Chancellor Gilbert's room was in... I'm sorry. I was also the one wearing the hood, and... we were both so scared.

The tribute to Roderick mixes with the words to Clark, and even more of his usual voice is emitted.

To Arthur's words, the two of them understand that it was still he who cured the top tier. I rang my throat and shook my fist. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm right in front of you right now...

"Ah, I can't tell you my right arm, but I can never tell you my left arm or any other injuries, but I'm healed.

Raise your voice like you finally found the best thing to report.

Hit and show your arms as you speak, turn and move, hands closed and open and repeat. Prove yourself fully healed like you panicked, … only one last word turned out to be a round voice like you were out of your mind.

Arthur himself drops his gaze on his right arm as if his sense of reality has finally boiled down now. Closed again, it opens, making sure of that feeling that was commonplace. As soon as I put it into words, the tension that I've been making you strain breaks.

Arthur laughs. Innocent, crushed grin at both of us. He opens his mouth, drips his eyebrows, remains a powerless expression, and his pale eyes moisten out again.

".................. healed.

Poop, he muttered again.

Laughing with a crying face, he was definitely Arthur.

As soon as possible, Clark was the first to rush out. "Arthur," he said, convinced that he was Arthur himself in front of him, holding Arthur in his arms with all his might.

Suddenly Clark jumped at me and Arthur leaned back heavily as he remained in momentum, but I immediately held Clark's back.

Good, gladly he raised his voice and slapped that back again and again with Arthur in his arms. Arthur, not wearing armor, said in the hands of Clark, not reluctantly, "Ah!" I raised my voice once, but I did not complain because I enjoyed it more than that. Now I was happier with Clark's feelings that made me as happy as I am.

"Look, Roderick! Definitely Arthur!

Once away, turn your arms around Arthur's shoulder instead of holding him tight.

Clark remained in opposite hands and now slapped Arthur's chest to indicate a bang. It was another mostly painful blow, but the moment I accidentally glanced at Clark's face, my dissatisfaction also disappeared from my head at once. I noticed Clark with a full grin seeping tears into his eyes.

Arthur, who chewed into his mouth when he realized that, for the first time, he turned away. Clark, who is also like his brother, is embarrassed that he was so happy, and so happy that he wants to cry.

"Arthur......

Finally Roderick walks over with his low voice.

He is approached by a heavy foothold, and Arthur's spine stretches out viscidly. It stretches straight next to your body to your fingertips, and forces into your shoulders as well. Yes... even though I said it, my whole body went tight.

Wrinkles were carved deep between the eyebrows, and Roderick's appearance, which also seemed angry, was extra majestic in the backlight. Even more in the darkness, only the same pale eyes as myself can see it glowing deeply. I don't think he's going to get hit on the spot, and half-seriously, Arthur looks back at Roderick, who stopped in front of him thinking. He rang his throat and looked up at his father, who was still more than himself, both physically and backwards. I thought they might yell at me, but if Roderick's shoulder, and the moment his arm moves out, forces his jaw to eat and bind his teeth more reflexively than his ears.

Strong, hugged.

"Huh... Arthur..."

Gu......, the moment I was empowered, my father's voice plundered in my ear.

Surprised, Arthur, who opened his eyes, was unable to react at first. I am held together with disappointment, and I can clearly hear everything from close range to the breath-taking sound of my father, the Knights Commander.

From Roderick, who says nothing more than that without words, only the sound of eating and tying teeth leaked.

Tears that do not belong to me drip down Arthur's cheek. At that moment, he finally understood that the father in front of him was crying for me. My chest hurts and it's warmer than that. My body felt cold and the presence of a father who would hold me tighter than that was warm.

Roderick's, his back gets round. I tremble my shoulders and squeeze my child definitely in its arms.

From the time Arthur healed the disease at the top, both Roderick and Clark could have predicted that the man in the hood was Arthur. At the same time, however, we knew that Arthur's arm was irrevocable.

That can't be right.

Contrary to Clark, who holds a little hope, Roderick did not dare to admit it until he saw it.

You can't let yourself, the chief of the Knights, be swept away by personal affection. Judging calmly and carrying out the mission is the role. I also put a lid on my emotions until it was all over.

Ever since I found out Arthur was seriously injured. And... from that time when they took my right arm, and I lost my knight life.

He had decided to kill his personal feelings and not mourn.

He moaned, saying that it was only after rescuing the royalty, defending the country, recapturing pride and converging everything. Because if you, the chief of the Knights, mourn and break it, it also involves the morale of the Knights as a whole.

It is no exaggeration to say that because Roderick, Arthur's father as well, continued to behave unchanged in his majesty and hegemony as Knights Commander, the Knights were able to unite and succeed in the recapture. So much for the presence of the Knights Commander. Because it's what the Knights want.

On several occasions during his command of the top escorts in the main unit and the various formations, correspondents also told Roderick and Clark about the sightings. He said he saw Arthur. His right arm was alive, he was running towards the castle gate, he was talking to the columns and Harrisons at the castle gate, he said he ran to the torture tower.

Every time I heard that report, I calmly returned just one word and threw it just to make sure it wasn't fake or not. As you can see, there wasn't even a correspondent in his ambulance until the Eighth Squad brought Leon in. I asked Mart, who was still escorting Arthur, but he kept leaving only one unusual word, which he had promised. Because when Arthur says he left, he has to say it from the course of healing without leakage. For this reason, Roderick and the others have never been able to confirm Arthur's recovery.

The video sent from the torture tower also had a voice similar to Arthur-like shadows. But there's plenty of potential for fake. Likewise are the possibilities of someone else in knight's uniform.

Under the moon and night, I saw no place where I could be sure it was Arthur. I heard the name "Arthur" several times, but even from a far-sighted point of view, it's to varying degrees of hearing.

Roderick kept denying all the possibilities so that he could remain calm so as not to have unwanted expectations.

If you think calmly, Arthur's injury is impossible to fully heal at this stage. It was even difficult to get my senses back for the rest of my life up to my right arm. Nevertheless, it can never be fully healed.

Fake or someone else,... At worst, Roderick and Clark also thought once that he might have been forced to move his body with some special ability to escape the ambulance building.

I don't know why or why. I would also like to ask what a miracle it is. But here is the most certain and unquestionable reality right now.

Arthur came back as a knight.

Roderick and even Clark gave up completely.

Arthur can't go back to being a knight anymore, he can't even go back to his original life.

My son, who blossomed so much talent to climb up to the Knight Captain, who had been aiming for the Knight for seven years, … my son, who should have told me to go over and give up his Knight Captain's chair one day, was undoubtedly deprived of that future.

Even if not on the table, the fact eroded Roderick from the time Arthur was transported to the ambulance building. The throat and stomach were full of tender sores, and the lungs were tightened if the fact passed the head even for a moment.

Until today, I have punched my eyesight and forehead less often if I am distracted when I am alone. If it wasn't for the crisis in the country, it could even have escaped to booze. The more I tried to remain calm, the stronger my facial expressions were and the more dangerous it did not disappear from my face. If I remembered Arthur's appearance that I couldn't even get up on my own in bed, I even learned the feeling that it would stop my heart.

You're alive, you're awake. I haven't lost the light out of those eyes. I told myself many times that would be enough. Still,... above all, the more I thought about Arthur's feelings, the more I wanted to spit extra blood out of my whole body.

But now he's certainly here.

He was badly wounded that far, wandering his life and death once, and now he stands on his own feet weaving his knight's uniform, right in front of him.

There was the hope that Roderick had endured and turned away so far as chief of the Knights.

As a knight, you must not cry during a mission. But I just can't stand it now, there's no way I can. He held the miracle in front of him and confirmed it with his forged arms.

Clark remembers his words in the main formation as he watches Roderick's back, which does not disappear, does not fall out, and does tremble his shoulders at Arthur's presence in his arms.

"Then the Knights Commander, Deputy Commander." Thank you very much. "

That's what Style said just before he took Pride and traveled momentarily.

"Welcome of dignitaries… I thought he was the representative of Leon's deputy who was transported to the ambulance ward or the Knights of the kingdom of Anemone. But now I know. At that time, it was Style's plan to have Rosa, the queen, nominate them both on purpose to pick them up, and to dare lay down the names of dignitaries.

Only to send Roderick and Clark to pick up Arthur, but instead ten Knights of the Ninth Squad were moved instantly from the tower to the main unit.

No matter how much I didn't put on the table, everyone knew Roderick and Clark had chest pains from Arthur's injuries.

The column that stopped Harrison also affirmed that Arthur had "a point" in his opinion that it was better not to meet the Rodericks. Arthur's coming to the main unit doesn't mean it's annoying.

In the midst of Roderick standing before the royal family as chief of the knighthood, I thought Arthur's presence today was too intolerable.

And even now, the knights who dared to refrain in front of Wangju did not follow the Rodericks. They were also surprised by Arthur's survival, and wanted to rush over and rejoice if it was true. But more than that.

I didn't want to interfere with the moment when the Knight Commander returned to it.

"... Father.

Poop, and Arthur shrugs.

To a father who stuffs his breath and keeps dropping tears on his cheeks.

To the Knights Commander who was always pleased with his growth and kept waiting for his growth at the top of the Knights.

I now understand how much he kept hurting my chest to me.

My father, whom I had longed for since childhood, was felt much closer than he used to be. My hands and feet are heavy and my chest hurts.

I blur to my own sight if I notice the fever of my father, who swallows and cries painfully. His eyelids get hot, mixed with tears coming down from above with his cheeks, and he transmits his jaw. Tingling throat, he raised his chin and sipped his nose. He also reaches out from himself to that shoulder that trembles and hugs Roderick back from the front. My arms easily reached my father, who didn't reach me as a child.

And Arthur makes it into words. I spin the words with that throat that was already tired of crying and swept away. Nothing else, Roderick. Just say what you need to say because you're the other guy.

"............ I'm home.

To the round words, Roderick bit and killed a squeaky groan.

Keep breathing, swallowing, eating and tying. Still, I still can't stop crying at the miracle in front of me. I couldn't form words immediately, and pitilessly responded to Arthur's words only with the power of my arms.

As much as I think I intend to strangle him, I slightly wonder if Arthur, cuffed with a body of bent armor, would really crush to death. Still the same, I can put my strength on Roderick's back again.

After a while, he hid in the clouds where the moon flowed, and was engulfed in darkness only for a moment. Arthur did hear as only the light in front of the gate lit up loudly.

"... heh... welcome back... heh.

Arthur watches and meditates heavily on Roderick's rare and weak voice and in return he never thought he would.

Nobody, I didn't see. such as the chivalrous crying of the Knights Commander.

In the midst of clouds hiding the moon, melting at night, the lights are far away, and only shadows can be seen. Neither the knights who passed through the castle, nor the knights who stood at the gate of the king's house, nor Clark, their friend, "saw.

It wasn't the Knights chief who held Arthur in his miraculous resurrection, killed his voice and kept crying.

Because he was a "father."