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

"I... hate it, so..."

At first, there was only a perception of "hated".

I was the one who had already been involved, saved and exchanged words with Pride many times, but with his sister, Princess Tiara, I had little.

That remained unchanged between her and the castle with Chancellor Gilbert, and Ningro was distant from each other.

Disgust, not. I thought the reason she hated me and its saying was right. I hate me for offending my pride, which is dear to me and the people around me. Naturally, if you ask me. I, too, would surely offend my brother if he was taken lightly by the royalty of another country.

That's why I thought I should be able to say yes to her who hates me.

It's only natural that pride is "special" and my sister, Princess Tiara, is disgusted with me. Because Pride and she are another person just like me and my brother are completely different.

Princess Tiara is a normal princess. I have both upbringing and knowledge as a princess, but I am weak and powerless

Don't move, Prince Cedric.

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Only then did she understand that she was also a strong and beautiful woman, just like Pride. And how helpless I am.

Closer to defeat than envy than respect. Being younger, thinner, and a woman than me, she was far stronger than me.

But Princess Tiara's strength was fundamentally different from that of pride.

"Even I can fight. I'm your sister and your brother's sister.

She stood up instead of Pride, who was wounded because of me and could no longer run the battlefield.

I don't have enough credibility as a force on my own, and I can't even admit to leading a squad in it. She made a grand name for herself. Instead of gunless like me, he had a definite chance of winning and he had his chest stretched.

Famous knife thrower. Showcasing her prowess in public, she took her right to go to war on her own. Why are you strong not only in pride, but even Princess Tiara?

"I'm a boulder pride sister," it was easy to say so. But I couldn't help feeling anything more. And...

"I practiced a lot and a lot! To protect my favorite sister!

When we ran to my brother together, it was sure of me, with a certain contour.

I did catch a glimpse of the roots of her strength then.

"Ever! Look for something I can do, too!... because I found out I couldn't protect your sister or anyone if I didn't get strong."

It was scorching, strength.

Living in beauty and strength at the same time, unlike pride, she was in pain at the ends of the words she unleashed.

I felt like I remembered somewhere. At first, my chest bothered without telling me the source of that pain. Listening to the scolding of me from her, once again I thought through her previous words, my heartbeat unnecessarily quickened to distortion. There was a puffy hole in his stomach, causing his whole body of blood to run restlessly.

I also thought it was a mere coincidence, a mere cliché. But the more she thought about her previous words and actions and the environment, the more she gradually immersed herself in certainty as if the color would stain the white cloth.

"Then let's take the sword now.

I don't know if it's an arrogant idea.

It's just... still, she was like, and if she thought so, she didn't disappear.

I want that strength, and neither the reason I got it nor the reason why a human being named her was formed should it all seem condensed.

When I realized it, my chest squealed unintentionally. Even the sense of treading the earth vanished into white to an exaltation that was overwhelmingly closer to a miracle than I could have met God.

I haven't gotten any confirmation yet. It's just my assumption. That's why I asked her.

"You won't like me," he said.

The answer was as expected.

Naturally, I've been declared so by her once. But that affirmative word made me laugh. When Pride first told me that, and when Princess Tiara proclaimed it, I had no pleasure or other thoughts. But only then was the natural answer from her asexually "glad.

It's not that I was offended by her. The more I ask and urge, the more beats I can't stop saying that her story was the answer I expected. That's why at the end of the day I turn to Princess Tiara and confess my thoughts that I don't take care of.

"... I've always wanted a beauty like pride."

Her reaction was… just as I thought.

Eyes open and shake the golden crystal-like light. Slightly reversed his throat and stiffened and hardened the supple facial muscles. With amazement, I was convinced that she was still "yes". I wanted to add another word to her mouth as if she had lost her words, but the opportunity was forever lost in the bombing shortly after.

"You too," I wanted to say.

I thought her strength was definitely what she wore because she was scorched by pride.

I haven't been blessed since the beginning. We explored many ways, and in doing so she finally got to the means of "knife throwing". Unusually, she tried to bring herself closer to her pride.

imitation, not. I wasn't trying to be pride. It's just that "Tiara Royal Ivy" was one step closer to her pride, and she worked hard to line up.

Understanding how great and refined Pride is. Understanding how far away pride is from who you are. Still, she kept polishing herself to get a little closer to her pride, to be in line with her pride.

Certainty and fact. The moment those two went together without the madness of dimensions, it took my heart away.

... I know very little about her.

Only three decent conversations. I had hardly even heard her talk or rumors.

Just admiring pride and being a knife thrower. And all I know is that you hate me.

But I couldn't help but think of her words and actions and the surrounding environment. Like a bell that plays the sound only lightly for shaking, she always showed all my "knowing" answers.

The idea of being too arrogant is also outrageous to say. But I really do.

Similar.

Yes, I couldn't help but think.

There's a lot to be desired. If I speak, it will be taken as insulting and disrespectful. It is strange in itself to try to compare her to me, who is trusted by many, with both her upbringing and her skill as a princess.... but it still seemed that way.

I can't help but feel that she has something to go through.

He has a brother and sister who is brilliant and incomparably taller than himself, and a brother with no blood connection is next to him.

Even if I'm not there, I have a brother who perfectly supports my older brother and sister. The two sisters and brothers always try to protect their underpowered sisters and have a broad-minded vessel that even allows their sisters to be weak. Sister and brother who always protect, support and save themselves. Both me and Tiara grew up looking at that back. He was also allowed to grow up with his brothers and sisters while being royal. He admired his brother and sister, was protected, and was forgiven for his helplessness.... but that's not all. I couldn't help but feel something more conclusively similar from her.

It's a thick connection, similar to a blood connection. I've never felt for my brother, my brother, or my pride before. I don't know what that is.

And close to me, when I got through, Princess Tiara thought she was similar.

"... What has His Royal Highness Prince Cedric been doing?

It wasn't like me.

It's not just knife-throwing skill. She didn't stop like me, though she was in a "similar situation" to me. As soon as I understood that, I was in a hurry with her.

I stopped myself for what I wanted. But she looked forward.

Whereas I had chosen to rely solely on my appearance and become a foolish incompetent, she had chosen to be a force of pride of her own volition, and had worked hard.

The way she was, choosing a completely different path in a situation similar to mine, was dazzling and beautiful.

Being similar to me. And most importantly, "in spite of the similarities", when I noticed Princess Tiara, who was completely different and had a strong, beautiful and uplifting heart, I was distraught.

"Eh.

She ran the battlefield together, fought and lined up with me, pushing my back as soon as the war was over.

Two years younger, she was still a respected woman who had decided to be ready and strong much faster than I was. And she said it clearly to me.

"Your place is not next to mine.

On the verge of rushing to my brother, the words stabbed me in the chest only for a moment.

Neither defeat nor helplessness. Just purely to her. The fact that it's true and the reality that I don't deserve her now poked at me.

Elegant, beautiful. Similar but non-existent to me.

When I realized it, I couldn't help but be attracted to it.

Her strength, her temperament, everything is loving. She seemed closer to anyone to me, standing so high that she couldn't reach this. While I was lazy, she kept climbing the cliff with those thin arms and feet to line up with Pride step by step.

"The flowers of the high ridge and such words are not enough. farther dazzled than the stars shining in full heaven, which is why

"... be sure to make him the man he deserves.

I swear. Make sure you let me reach this one day.

If she wants pride and hangs herself in heaven, I'll go there too.

Pride, my brother, my brother, and I wanted to line up with you. Let's go again.

No matter how high we go up to the end, we will follow you everywhere.

"Knowledge, technology, upbringing, everything.... Make sure you wear it.

Wear everything you need.

Let all one, hundreds, hundreds of billions dwell in this body.

If you can be the man you deserve, if you want to be close to you, if you want to fulfill your wish, if you can go to a place where you are allowed to touch even one fingertip of your "pain"... I will not hesitate for any pain.

"Next to that, I want to be... the place of my life.

I want to stand next to you looking for heights much faster than I do, scratching, hiding it but still trying to reach for pride.

I want to be with you. I want to help you. And above all, I realized that you were much stronger and more noble than I was, and I tried, and I chose Shura's path, and I continued to suffer.

"Tiara Royal Ivy.... you have taken my heart"

Make sure you're happy.

I don't know if I can get your heart. Strong and dazzling, some of you deserve much more than I do.

But there's something going on with me. I'm sure you're... still in the dark. I still don't know what that looks like. But your laughter, like the sun, does not illuminate you alone.

I envy all of your temperament and strength. You are too loving to shine with your own will and power.

I was more lazy, saved and given everything by Pride, and you're still killing yourself, unknowingly wounded.... once, like me.

That's why I want to make your wish come true.

I'll do anything for it. I don't hate any effort. Look for and seek as many possibilities as you can, and reach out to heaven as many times as you can. I want all of your kindness, strength, hard work and wounds to be rewarded.

You should be happy. And I know because I look like you, and I can say this with certainty.

"I, too,... have always wanted to be with your sister and brother if it were to come true"

Tiara, your happiness is there.