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

Burned by the morning sun, I wake up.

"Huh...,...?

Dazzling, that's what I first thought.

My body is terribly lazy. Feeling a hundred million robberies moving even one arm, he immediately gave up covering his eyes. Instead, he wrinkles between his eyebrows and opens his eyes thinly with a sparse consciousness.

I lean unconsciously to the nearby signs with a flabby head, without thinking about who I am or what I am.

Two boys and a girl were asleep beside the bed where they slept, trying to stick up. They slept so comfortably, they still have no sign of waking up.

I just understand that it's still a lot early because I usually sleep to Sefek who wakes up quicker than me. The two people who clenched their blankets from the top of the bed had another blanket hung, but unlike Chemetho, Cefek already had a blanket dropped. If you think it sounds like a bad sleeping Sefek, you're overwhelmed with sighs.

Lift your heavy arms firmly this time, first stretching them to Chemetho's head in front of you. I shrugged, and my sleeping hair crumbled, and Chemetho groaned small. If I could wake up now, it would be troublesome, and I gently lifted my placed hand away. Next, reach for Sefek. I tried to pull the blanket back up that was falling from her, but I couldn't reach it subtly. Trouble stretching by force, too, he gave up and tongued instead. Well, I can't catch a cold at this level anyway, so I finally thought about where this place was.

"Val..................?

Suddenly, a familiar voice was emitted in a slight sleepy color.

If you look back reflexively and face opposite Chemetho and the others, your vision will stain bright deep red. There was a woman's face with deep red hair running through her eyes and nose.

Her purple eyes, pictured at close range, open round and shake. Having just woken up, she blinks over and over again to be sure, stretching her hand to him in awe. She touched her brown-skinned cheeks and tickled with her thin fingers.

Blurred and incomprehensible, Val narrowed her eyes only slightly open to the sensation of her fingers. I trace my memories and remember them slowly. Why was I moving for?

Val, and she groaned again small, this time touching his cheek with her fingers all over her palm, scratching her scorched brown hair up to his ear. Wake up your rammed body and peek Val in from the top. Her eyes gradually moistened as she awoke completely from her sleep.

I wonder why Val is crying.

But as soon as I saw a bandage from the top of my bare skin that had been exposed from my dress, my memory pulled back even further. Then I suspect it's still a dream that I'm seeing extra, and I open my mouth to make sure I'm late.

"... Lord.

It was a plundered, voiced voice.

I notice later that my throat is terribly dry. But I shut my mouth before I asked for water. Extra pride moisturizes and zeroes out those eyes as soon as I speak.

Not that I wanted this kind of water, and Val finally wakes up physically thinking so with a blurry head.

If you support your heavy body with your arms and only wake up your upper body, you will now look down on your smaller pride with your back rounded. As soon as I woke up, there was a severe pain in my back and my eyes woke up all at once. I ate my teeth, tied them up, glared at my face, but couldn't even look around the room and couldn't take my eyes off the pride in front of me.

The pride that shook my shoulders and cried small and round was my well-known pride, no matter where I saw it from. Whether you're back, you can get it back, you're sane, you've solved your special abilities, all the words with the same meaning come to mind.

Cover your face with white hands to hide your crying face and reach for the pride of leaning down. I want to see that face, I want to see if it's really "her" again. Grab that thin arm of pride covering your face as if it were broken

... I couldn't.

Pittari, and his hand stops unnaturally just before his fingertips touch him.

Once he pulls his hand into the sensation, Val drops his gaze to the flat of his own hand. And I understood. Even if the heart still can't believe the reality in front of it, the head admits it.

It's all over while I'm asleep.

... I can't move for a while.

He can't even touch his crying pride, and Val bites his mouth hard in the state of the living.

Now that I'm an injured person, I don't have to lay low. If you wake up any more, you will be forced to lay low on this occasion at the next moment. Val knew from experience that he didn't like it.

I also wanted to hang up words, but it's uncomfortable and shut my mouth that any word can only be wordy that doesn't suit me right now.

I can't touch a finger on her, who is royal, I can't even hang a cheerful word. That is the relationship between him, who is inherently a slave, and Pride, who is a princess.

Watching the crying pride, smiling. Because I didn't want to see her like that and I was dying.

Gradually, the words "good" and "wake me up" are spinning from Pride's mouth, which should have been just a whimper.... I don't care whose fault Pride is crying.

If you can't reach it, he wants to hang the words at least. Val tours his thoughts with his lips tied. What words can I speak to pride, what words I am now allowed to release if I am a slave

"I forgive you......

Suddenly, a mixed voice burst into Val's ear.

Before questioning the words, Pride raised his crying, reddened face to Val. Purple eyes and straight eyes meet, holding my breath. The pride in front of me now reaches out both hands and jumps into my own chest.

Pride stopped Val from turning himself unintentionally with both arms and buried his face in that chest of bandaged him. Val realizes that he has unconsciously taken pride in his arms, softly in his arms.

"I forgive you, I forgive you... I forgive you for everything... I forgive you for everything... I'm so sorry..."

From his throat clogged with tears, Pride finally spins out many words.

Once I tried to get Sefek and Chemetho to kill him. He even kicked Val himself, depriving him of his liberty, humbling him, and trying to take everything away from him when he was dropped by his servants.

While I kept waiting for Val to wake up, Pride thought over and over again why he had really gotten me this far.

To the point that I really think it's okay for him to do whatever it takes.

I don't care if they beat me or kicked me. Because I did something so outrageous to him.

Val takes a breath in Pride's words. I know that a woman in her arms who unleashes incredible words, such as forgiving everything, is undoubtedly pride.

She cries for herself and others, is irritated by a sense of sin towards an ex-convict, and jumps into her own chest in a defenseless state that she can't help but do whatever she does. My chest and back wounds screamed for pain at the same time on the clap that received my pride, but now I wasn't even aware of it.

Pride gave him all that permission. He can put a little effort into his arms to try. I could easily hold back the pride in my arms. But I'm just wondering if I can't resist the embrace from the Lord, Pride, and now I'm going to stroke my deep-red hair swinging with that hand from my spinning arm. Rugged, thin, supple hair flows through brown finger gaps. Sweet flowery scent plunders the nasal cavity and understands it belongs to pride.

Close your eyes to make sure her scent and feel, all over your body.

If you pulled that thin, light body together, the force of your arms alone got your pride body up on the bed not only to your upper body, but down to your knees. As he was drawn to Val, his pride rose on the bed as he stood on his knees, squeaking up and crying as if he were a child held up.

For a moment, I even thought about crossing another line like this, but I'm also shredded by the pride of crying in my arms. I knew you were still a kid, but you could cry about me. I repeat it in my head like a spell.

Gradually, the bandages crept with tears of pride, twitching and increasing pain. My head chills at my crying pride and the pain of my wounds interrupts my thoughts.

He exhaled tirelessly instead of pounding his tongue, lifting his pride face gently from his jaw to his own with one hand, lying down crying. swelling into tears and keeping her cheeks damp with a number of tear glands, she points that face straight at Val. Extra Val's discomfort increases on that look, which is distorted painfully as if to make penance. Gras and an empty stomach swayed and another part of the wound hurt badly.

I'm not resenting you, if you're back to sanity, that's fine. It was when I loosened my cuddled back arm and also tried to thrust my arm out of pride... As Val loosened his arm, Pride once untied his hand from himself, stretching his back further as he stood on his knees, rode himself up to Val.

Turn your arm from Val's back to its neck and cling to hold him again. Pride's wavy, deep red hair hung on his face and was attacked more clearly by the scent of flowers than earlier.

Val, who stretches herself by accident, is still wary that pride is insane and this is also some kind of trap.

"I'm glad you're here..."

"---------------------"

That, in words.

The head that was starting to cut cold gets hot.

Only that word is cowardly, and while I do, I can't contain my impulse.

Tighten your pride again with your arms you should have loosened if you noticed. Tightened with unparalleled strength earlier, the pride's back became. If his breath clogged and his voice slightly leaked, he leaned back as if when Val pushed him down while standing on his knees.

"... Val...?

Suddenly, Pride is more surprised at what's going on and now the other way around. Tears stop coming from my rounded eyes.

Until just now, he was accepting my own apology, and now he's holding me tight to bump my emotions. I'm not getting beat up, I'm not getting poked away. Emotions contrary to hatred and hatred are poured into pride.

If I looked back with my hand around Val's neck, I was trembling so that his shoulder, which I touched, could float something.

"Shut up................ no more talking, Lord.

He broke his call for pride with a roaring low voice and gave himself up to its warmth.

Bite the heat out of your throat, devouring and tying your teeth with too much force. Fill your face without loosening the force of your arms and clear your ears to the heartbeat you hear from your intimate pride.

... The Lord is back.

Bite that fact inside again.

People are too good and too sweet. Drop it, cry about others all the time. Tilt your heart and reach out to people like yourself. Such is the return of my Lord.

There is so much pride in this hand now that I didn't want to take it back as much as I could get my hand out of my throat that it wasn't enough to obsess for the rest of my life.

As much as I baked Tiara and Leon's usage and care that wasn't even Gala, I ended up being able to only take Leon away from the Mad Dropped Pride.

It's only unusual to stay home and wake your eyes on the bed. I know I'm not in a position to rejoice or to tread back great.

He put Sefek and the others at risk in vain, and even became partially aware of Chemetho's special abilities. The more I think about it, the more unusual and pitiful, the more ugly I think it is. But still.

Now everything has paid off.

He said it would be good if I could contribute to saving some, if not all, pride. I think of things that aren't even galas.

I told Pride I could help her to such an extent that I was glad I was here.... fills his heart so frantically that what he could hear from Pride's mouth. Never again, I don't want to let go.

As Val told me, Pride, speaking without saying anything, stroked his hair gently smaller with a hand that turned around his neck. The way he stroked down repeatedly to put his hard hair to sleep was as if he was penitent without words.

Shoulder tremors subsided and Val inhaled and exhaled heavily. No matter how much I care, Val also knows that pride is to blame for nothing, no matter how much I say that's not Temee. That's why now it's time he decided what to say to her.

"................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

He whispers in his ear in a low voice, shaking his pride shoulders.

Huh...? and leaked small in such a way that the doubt was unexpected. Consciously loosen her pride hugging arms and peek into her face in her arms. Stared at in a giraffe, sharp eyes emit a strong light.

To the pride of pointing a pocan look with his eyes still wet with tears, Val dared to smile badly as he laughed with his nose. Niyali, and laughs at his usual condition, saying in a quiet voice from such a distance that his nose tip touches him.

"" Next I will fall with Temehe.

If I conspire against the next Pride rebellion this time, Pride rounds his eyes to Val's words, who just say so.

I quickly realized that was not his dislike or invitation to conspiracy, but Val's kindness and forgiveness.

Thank you, and Pride laughed with the tears still in his face again, holding his head only one last time. Val, who took it, also peered softly through her shoulder and scratched up her deep red hair small. He peeked with his eyes alone, making sure that there were still "swear marks on his neck peeking his face out of the bandage, and closed his lid.

I need to disappear for a while now. Ah, good, with just a little thought.