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

"... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..."

... here, is...?

If you notice, your vision is white. It was so deep I thought it was in the fog that my vision was smeared.

The world of uninterrupted white alone has no tips, no shields, nothing. I was standing alone in a space that was just nothing.

"... Ria,... I'm sorry,... I'm... Mari... eh.

... No, he's not alone.

A rubbing moan hooks into my ear. If you looked around lightly, the shade of squatting small was buried in the white. If I didn't have a voice, I would have missed it.

I turn off my footsteps and walk over thinking it was a familiar voice somewhere. This is true everywhere, but if it's something with special abilities, it's possible that someone with that ability is there.

That's what I thought, and gradually the shadows clearly contoured if the signs as well as the footsteps were erased and approached.

The smaller shadow is an adult. Break your knees on the ground, bend over, cover your face with your hands and hide and lie looking narrow, … understand that this is not the reality.

"Maria..."

It's not even a phantom of the special abilities. Yes, I could be sure without form.

He doesn't notice this way at all, even if I walk up to him. Shizuku overflows from the gap between the fingers that cover his face and is sucked into the ground. Patari, the sound of potatoes and tears is not even powerful.

Drop your light water colored hair, even dirty your clothes as Chancellor to the ground, and wonder how many years this would have been before you just had to mourn.

I can't even measure my exact age because they cover my face and hide it. Five years ago, six years ago, seven years ago, … twelve years ago?

I remember too much the way the man looked with his dwarfed shoulders, shaking his whole body and even having to cry and mourn. I can't count the days when Maria cried like this without her since she was invaded by the disease. There was nothing I could do to her that was debilitating day by day and worsening her medical condition. I just had to scratch my feet ugly, dirty, snooze around,... and moan again.

"Maria... I'm sorry... I'll see..."

I've already moaned too much and my throat is strangled.

Still, I guess I could hear his words because they were words that I myself kept telling one person over and over again. Leaking her throat over and over again, she keeps calling out her beloved name. I'm sorry, I have to be sorry. I just have to confess to her. At an unspeakable minute in front of him, he continued to mourn and cry and repent all the time he was alone. I didn't want her to look anxious. And... I didn't want her to forgive me for my helplessness more than anything myself.

"Eh... must, must... find, let me find you... must find you..."

I couldn't give up.

If I couldn't, I didn't want to say that word to the end. I wanted to save her in any way. The only one who loved me and saved me.... I didn't want to give up the only girlfriend I ever loved in the world. I wanted to get my loving days with her back again.

I want to moan, bend my back like an old man, and meditate my eyes on him who can only cramp my throat in a whimper. Seems so weak, pitiful, narrow looking I must have been foreseen by her too.

Now that I think about it, it would be me who was going to behave in a temperament and make her pretend all the time not to notice and to be concerned. She has always had a good outlook on me.

She was the one who knew more about my weakness than anyone, no matter how flat I could fix it, make me giggle, erase the tear marks, or whisper love in that ear.

"Maria... Mara, well... Maria..."

... I also think that my friend used to keep putting me on assistant without abandoning me like this.

If I were Albert, a man like this would cut off early no matter how much work he did. Such as a man who paints his personal feelings, makes all the selfish bills for years and years, and drowns for just one purpose.

Maria also had difficulty in conversing, and he was the only one who kept blaming me as the samurai and guards who knew the circumstances spoke.

One of him didn't give up on me, and he despised me for committing foolishness, stopped me, and bothered me about Maria together. I am such a good friend that I have no body.

Compared to that, he was just a fool, still speaking the same words under my eyes as one remembers.

Only the amount of tears overflowing from the gap between the fingers of the hand covering the face increases. I can't find any words to hang on him that I don't realize exist. I don't know how to put it.... I can't find the words worth hanging.

To this little guy who's just ugly and stupid.

"Maria... I see you... but..."

How many years ago were you?

Even so, there are many words that I would like to bathe in without a word to hang.

Crying, moaning, all I can see about her, I seriously wonder what would happen if I snuck and killed the man in front of me who makes countless mistakes and sins first.

I don't know if this is a dream or a hallucination or a past. It's just that all I think of him now was even contempt. How good would it be if he did it at least before committing any foolishness against the young one?

This man who betrays my friend, betrays the people, and pushes his ego without thinking about it as the means that Maria wants is better for the country to end now. And at the same time,... I don't even think I want to touch this man. Seems obscene, it even springs feelings similar to hate.

"Maria... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know... please, just enjoy it a little more..."

To her raw, all she can do is flaunt.

Trying to sacrifice her, too much fear of losing Maria, is he just a fool or already a sinner? My mouth moved like words to ask, but I don't have a voice.... I don't feel like putting it out.

Step back, I finally distance myself from him. Right now, all he deserves is to mourn and cry alone here. No matter how much you mourn or spend sleepless nights, you shouldn't be able to reach out to anyone.

Whether he can stop the sins he commits first here, even if they are in the past, because neither my own great sins nor my atonement will disappear.

"Why... I can't find you..."

A few more steps, back off.

To his exhalation, to his mourning, I think it seems like other personnel have been looking for him for a few years already. It was at first that I looked for various treatments for Maria. All of that came off, and the last way left was the beginning of sin.

Fear, mourning, drowning, I couldn't give up, and that's how I sank.

"Whoever,... please... whoever...! Please show up... if you can help her, I will... '

Dirty hands, painted on sin, rolled, fell, moaned again.

His mourning voice intensifies. I gallop my throat to scream out of the water with a whimpering voice. There's no way you're in this place. Call on the Savior, spit on God and hope for a miracle.

Turn your back about two meters away. You should stay unaware of this. It's never been for me to save him or for him to be judged.

"For that, I am... never hesitate at any price."

"Oh, dear, keep sinking in there."

Jump in and grab the man's wrist up as impulses go.

If I hung up the wrist I grabbed after losing my passion, the man with his long cut eyes round raised his gaze to me to see the incredible while irresistible. He grabbed the wrist of the man, who also refused to touch him, until his nails devoured him, and his breath exhaled roughly from the gap between his eaten teeth.

I stare down at the man in front of me, thinking I would be in a tremendous shape myself.

"Eh………………?"

The man seemed speechless.

I have stared at myself as if it were an illusion, so much so that I have pointed my face from the front that I had previously covered it with both hands. If I looked down at that figure again,............ there was no shadow to see.

Grabbed up arms, thin as bones and skin alone. It would have broken without having to twist it up if it had lost control of the force a little more.

I don't feel the feel of meat at all with my palms. Her face also changed from contour, and her cheeks wet with tears were thin. It was as if the meat was falling from under my clothes to my dewy throat to look up at me. Instead of being younger than I am now, you even look old. I can't even bear to look directly, my stomach burns with my vision.

"Repent... repent, hate yourself, be ashamed, be crushed by sin..."

I hold up the hand of a man who relieves me, and I absurd my voice to him.

More than anyone else, this I stab him in words with disdain and hatred. I tell him and two men drunk by the fierceness reflected in his light-water eyes.

"Suffer……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………"

It's as if he's even letting lava boil in his body.

The man who hardly responds to my words even forgets to blink. Only his open eyes were shaking and his breath was holding.

If you don't even show a reaction with this figure, the corpse is the same. I can't believe the fact that you touched such an ugly me, Albert and Lord Pride, and took my hand. This man deserves a lower tier, just like being nail-bounced.

The opposite hand from grabbing him makes fists and trembles. No matter how many times you raise and lower your chest and repeat your breathing, you will not cool down your fever, your hatred, your shame. Above all, the Five Sixes boil down to the fact that the man in front of them has said it so far without realizing his shame or mistake. The fool, and his words are repeated over and over in his head.

Say something, and lift him higher with the willingness to catch him to react with strength from a man who relieves himself. Then the man on his knees stretched his round back for that matter. Did you finally find the word, its lips tremble slightly.

"You are………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Woohoo, abominable.

I won't get it if I say so far. Expectations shine in his eyes when he senses only where to go to my face. The fool whose reckoning is only good has held my hand back oppositely grasping what I would have done if I kept silent.

Understand with certainty how many years ago he existed in the way that he did everything in his power to the draped yarn. "Please" and "Tell me" beg me.

I think this place is half as serious as hell. If it was hell, I would never miss this man out of here.

"Can you save Maria?" "How can the cure be?" "Special ability to heal the disease." "Will there be a special ability to heal the disease?" "How many more years will I wait for that bill?"

"She can't be saved.

The moment I told him that, my anger disappeared from the man's face.

With his mouth open, the blood color, which was originally close to earthy, turns pale. Open eyes lose light in an instant and become cloudy.

The power of my fingers is strengthened as if only the hand that grabbed me back complained that it was "a lie". I could have swung him off like this, but if I looked down at him with a scornful eye so that I didn't dare feel anything, I even stopped crying from his eyes once in too much despair.

"Maria gets cold in her hands, we will not make her happy, we will lose everything we have built, no one we loved, no friends, no pride, we will go to hell"

Pours more despair into him with his mouth as if he had become God himself.

I can curse you if you suffer more, sink, and don't come up. Because the pain you need to experience is not inherently of this magnitude.

To me he shook his head after a brief silence. I wouldn't dare give him an answer for rejecting everything that was poked at me as "a lie". Scratch out his slightly lingering lights only with silence.

Sure, it's a lie. But it is also the truth.

Because without Lord Pride's mercy, it was all a reality that could really happen. It's just not my accomplishment or anything just because I've been able to change that future. Neither did I save her, nor did I even reach Lord Arthur. And... I think that's good now.

"I don't even want to think about how foolish I would have been if I had known the secrets of Lord Arthur.

'Please... tell me it's a lie...! If Maria is dead... why are you alive? Why are you alive?

"Oh, no way."

To the delusion of the fool, his head cracks with burning heat.

Pull in the arm you grabbed and twist the man's neck up towards me with the opposite hand this time. It was too easy to conquer a man who was much thinner, lighter and weaker than I am today. Tighten your throat with one hand and slap your head to the ground.

At the same time the sinner leaked his voice, "G, kah!!" as if he had even hit the marble, and didn't answer any more.

Tighten it up to even allow me to breathe slightly, and I'll grab my hand back with both hands and scratch out the algae trying to get it down. A sharp, cleavage glance pierced me straight as my eyes swayed left and right wandering through the narrows of life and death. I came here and my most living eyes were deeply colored by the intent to kill. I tell the sinner, who is mildly requisitioned by me with one hand, with great care so that he cannot let go of consciousness.

"Repent, suffer, be ashamed, you are only allowed to live with that sin for the rest of your life"

Putting my nails up in my arms and bumping my free legs was ugly itself through the hilarious.

This is a beast that mimics only my vessels. "Gah, aah, aah!!" it is not an obsession with raw to raise your voice with a crushing throat. That glance tells me to withdraw that word now that Maria can't help me. Think thinly about twisting him to death.

"It's no use. It won't happen. It's your turn to get fingered and mocked by all of it, just like you took everything but her lightly."

Lower your voice and pretend you can't hear sinners complaining, etc.

Loosen the force from his throat for only a moment, not stopping the futile resistance, and immediately thereafter slap his head to the ground again, retightening it. Still, his fever doesn't cool at all.... I know. Nothing else, myself. He wanders around until I withdraw. Unless you get a way of saving Maria forever.

"I assure you. You can't save Maria."

Strain his throat clearly so that it also echoes in his roaring ears, if you tell him so.... tears seeped out of his eyes as he remained open again.

There was no more despair for me than not being able to save her because I thought everything was fine with my future, my shame, my outside world.... Woohoo, I know you well.

"That's how you keep sinking until the day the judgment comes. Don't waste it. It's all for nothing. No matter what method or means you rely on, no matter how dirty your hands are, she can't save you.

The eyes of the sinner become progressively cloudy, and the light water-colored eyes only reflect the abyss.

All the teeth that were eating and tying all the crushing and all the expressive muscles that kept putting their strength into it relaxed. I'm not unconscious, I'm not frightened by lack of oxygen. I'm just losing even the energy to live with one word of mine. I've tried to loosen it up, but I still don't even show you how to fight back.

I think I can easily kill him if I leave him alone in a way that keeps tears overflowing from my relieved eyes.

"Don't do anything, don't move anything, stay with her until the end, don't leave her, love, take and obey every word of her. That's about what you can do to her. And be sure..."

Stupid such as losing the temper to live, even though Maria is still alive in the hospital bed.

If I listed her presence, that alone breathed a glimmer of rage into him. "Maria," her lips squeak like that again, even if she doesn't answer her voice.

Why didn't you want to help her in the way she wanted? Why, why didn't you try to get to the end of what she tried to give me then? Why did she, to her,... whoops, just remind me of the big sinner in front of me so crazy?

"Be sure to get to that one...!!!!"

Pathetic, miserable.

With my throat twisted up, I move my face so close to him that my nose touches each other.

Peel his eyes, turn his teeth, and rule him in his hands until he is on the verge of killing, just as he was stained with hatred. The open eyes overlap with each other and at the same time he catches his breath I spit out loud enough to fly.

"Obey that one...!! Never doubt it! And don't hurt me. Never again!! ………… Without you, there can be no happiness for us."

His vision seeped with tears would not correctly reflect my angry face either.

Still he lifted his dripping arm with his lips trembling as my voice responded or not. He grabs his throat-tight hand again to ask me, and his mouth moves out to derive his voice. I was already stuck in my chest. I finished spitting all my thoughts on the man in front of me. I put in the will that I was no longer needed, trying to poke him out and let go.

Gong with momentum, and the man who slammed the back of his head on the ground again spares no time to wake up in pain. "Wait!!" he crouched and forced his crushed throat to work before me.

"Who is he..."

He whispers in the middle of the word.

Turn your back. This time I was about to leave this place. I stop along the way, too. If I looked at the complaint too halfway, it disappeared so that the man's body would blend into the white world as he looked at it.

Look at your own body and stretch out your arms to me disappearing to hear the answer to that question rather than disappearing. On the verge of his disappearing when the mouth I tried to rephrase disappears into white, and the words cease to speak, I say the last word.

"... of my daughter (...), a benefactor..."

The man who let the light dwell only thinly in my words for a moment disappeared without a trace at the end.

There's nothing emotional about a man who disappears so badly. I glanced at my eyes with my fingers and dropped my gaze at the unexpected discomfort as I wondered if my existence had disappeared or if it was just a dream.

Shizuku, another great sinner, not his, was illuminating his finger belly.

……

…

"Chancellor Gilbert.... Are you okay...?

... I just say in my heart that I've got words that can be hung in such a way as fear.

She felt that her face had become stronger even though she intended to endure the aberration. At the corner, it is not worthwhile for me to be more concerned when I say that I was sparing time for Tiara's presentation at her birthday meeting, which she is holding back next week. He lost his mind the moment he thought he had successfully completed the meeting.

Master Pride, with his hips down on the couch in front of him, was frowned upon and his neck tilted. I flaunt my shoulders at the look of it.

"Excuse me.... Sleep was a little shallow this morning because of my dreams. That's all, so don't worry."

I apologize for the concern, and if he smiled, Master Pride looked back at me with a slightly unexpected look.

Not only Lord Pride, his eyes were slightly rounded to Lord Arthur and Deputy Eric, who were withheld as Kingsguard knights behind it. Something, even a silence, would have returned unexpected words if I thought with a head of sleep deprivation.

"Dreams... are you stuck or something?? Are you worried about something...?

"It's unusual for Chancellor Jilbert to have a bad dream."

Now following Master Pride, he peeked into my face as far as Master Tiara sitting next to him.

Yes, my sisters make me laugh when they line up interesting. "Really?" I tilted my face slightly, answering vaguely.

"It's not a big dream.... really, it was just... a dream that just got tired. It's just an irresistible dream to continue preaching to young people."

"It is...... Sure makes you tired."

My words made me laugh bitterly this time as if Lord Pride had been a little more perceived.

I said, "Am I old, too," so that I could get right to the thought that I had investigated, and now I got zero bright laughter in line with Dear Tiara.

... I'm not lying.

I don't remember much anymore, but that was definitely me when I was younger. In retrospect of my own outrage at that time, he was probably laying a sermon on me when I was stupid. Even though it was because I was in a dream, it was quite impressive that I was closing my neck just to say this was an opportunity.

If I recall something that was quite rough in my dreams while I was there, I even wonder if I'd gotten older and shortened my mind. Albert, who is older than me, says it's that calm.

But right after I woke up, I had a clear feeling, but now that I remember it, I'm even vague as to whether I was one of them then. I can generally find out what the hell you were preaching, even if you don't remember.

"Wasn't Maria worried, too? Take a rest today after this."

"That's right! Even Stella will be sad if your father is not well.

From Lord Pride and Tiara, I can't say anything more if they send me to meet my just beloved wife and daughter.

In fact, it was pointed out to Maria and Stella that things weren't going well this morning. Shortly after I woke up, it would be because I felt exhausted in the morning because I was too angry.... really, which youngster the hell pisses me off so far etc.

Dreams, and the fact that I get emotional is someone I've known in the past. Hate, I can't narrow it down at all because I have a lot of interaction with people at work. There have been many times in the past when I have seen frustrated opponents. Recently, any of you have threatened me with the defense of the United Kingdom of Hannaz a year ago. Well, either way, it wouldn't be worth stopping in memory.

"Thank you for your concern. But I just need a little rest. It's not so much ill."

Behind Lord Pride's back, I assure you that I will convey to Lord Arthur, who repeatedly grips and unwraps his hand restlessly, whether he is trying to touch me somehow for a reason.

If you are ill, you will not be allowed to borrow the special abilities of Lord Arthur to this extent. To this extent, rest or take nutrients is sufficient.

Besides, I've finally set aside a meeting with Lord Pride. From here, we return to the office of Albert, the king's mate, to resume reporting and business assistant.

Concon

It was just after I finished compiling the paperwork for the table.

If Lord Pride replied to the sound of the knock heard from the direction of the door, his Lord stepped into the room with Lord Pride's permission after a word.

Tongued slightly stronger, the bottom of his leather shoes, he looks at me as he holds down the black edge of his glasses. After Lord Pride and Dear Tiara smiled and greeted me back, I was returned with an absolute zero degree eye for greeting from me.

"Jilbel. It's a message from your father. It will be a little early once I have a meeting with you, but I want you to get some rest. You don't even have to go back to your father's office. He asked me to pick up the papers."

Give it to me. Master Stayle retrieved the materials from me unconstitutionally while I was holding the documents together.

"No, at least about the paperwork comes from me," he advises Albert to return to the report, but it will still be painted immediately after Mr. Steele's words.

According to Style's story, Regent Vest is visiting him just in time to tell Albert what Rosa intends. For that reason, Mr. Steele, who was attached to Regent Vest, was also able to assist Albert, so that he could rest while he was at it.... It's about Albert. Perhaps he actually consulted with Regent Vest and Master Steele, who had just taken his feet himself. Sometimes he worries about me because of what happened before... there is something too perfect about my labor. He said he wouldn't be punished if he used it a little more.

"What's wrong, can't you move? Then I'll take you to Maria's mansion in no time."

"No, I will be resting immediately in the hypnotic room in my private room.

If I don't rest in the distance, I will be forcibly deported.

Albert alone is a tough guy to beat, but it's extremely hard to get a win when Regent Vest and Master Stayle get in there. Furthermore, there is no way I can resist Master Pride if he is blown in the face with Master Tiara as he heartily reassured me that he was "good" in my response.

I had no choice but to entrust the paperwork to Mr. Steele, who was supposed to deliver it to me by hand to my room right next to the King's office. If Lady Steele asks me to keep going back, I blame her terribly on the shape of letting her first prince carry her luggage.... but.

"Chancellor Gilbert"

A loud voice can be hung on his back as he tries to leave.

I beg your pardon, if I look right back at that voice that was hung before by the words of, a woman with deep red hair was turned at me and she was laughing softly.

"Thanks again today. Please get some rest. Chancellor Gilbert is no longer alone."

To this unparalleled gentle word and its laughter.

I felt my fatigue fade out of my body even earlier if I noticed. A soft sun plunges into his chest, as if the fog clears.

"... yes, of course I know."

If you return the words and make me laugh, that's all Master Pride will be relieved.

Master Tiara waved and asked him to bow his head so that Lord Arthur and Deputy Eric could drop him off. And at the end of the day, after Master Stayle finished saying hello to Master Pride, he slapped me in the back with a basil.

As soon as that happened, the words of a dream I had seen this morning passed my head as if I had been stuck in that hand.

"Then why are you alive? Why are you alive?"

... Really, who was the young man who got in the way of my sleep?

Again, I think it's what you proclaimed quite great. What kind of fool throws such a clear question at me?

Ruined by the sunny mood in the corner, I turn back to him only once more. Even though I turned my back once, he was smiling at me to drop me off unchanged. With that flowery grin, I end with a plausible proclamation.

"Because this life and this road trip, it's not all mine alone.

The miracle and salvation of that day.

And to atone, … for the kingdom, the people, and the royalty.

Because the meaning of my life is so full that it is too full.