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

"What is it, Harrison? Haven't drunk at all yet, have you?

Ha ha, laughing and deputy commander Clark pours booze on Harrison's jock in the corner of the hall.

Thank you, and Harrison bows his head in awe of the booze from Clark. Clark, who had immediately pulled him off and retrieved him since Harrison ambushed Arthur, was enjoying his booze in a position he dared not see. Clark said to himself, "Will you stick with the booze?" There was no way Harrison would have said no if he wanted to. Answered in a nutshell, he also repeatedly poured liquor on Clark in the sparsely visible corner together.

"Well, Arthur's been in the group since he joined. Oh, so. Daitao, I must have mistaken you for pissing me off that I was made faraway by the knights.

That's why I ran for chores so the knights could enjoy a little more than I enjoyed. Clark thinks he would have watched the timing of entering the knights' circle as he did.

"............... it's not about captainship.

"Oh, right. Certainly a recruit's job.... you wanted Arthur to enjoy the feast properly, too, didn't you? Then just say it first with your mouth.

Harrison nodded only once to Clark, who laughed softly.

Tilt the jock to keep pace with Clark and look around with only his eyes. Then Clark replied, "Oh, I'm fine," before Harrison put it into words.

"Roderick is now busy greeting from the knights. I'm free.

Is it ok for the Knights Commander, he was answered before asking a word of Harrison shuts his mouth to being taken the lead.

Roderick, chief of the knighthood, has been followed and lined up by the knights one after the other since the toast began. It is not just the captain, the deputy captain, who greets each squad on behalf of the other in this recapture. It was usual for a main unit knight who would not have had the opportunity to speak directly with the coveted Knights Commander without such an opportunity to gather to make sure he and Roderick had a drink and wanted to say hello.

In fact, Clark, the deputy commander, is also expected to gather support from the knights in the same row and exchange greetings and booze. but no one tries to talk to Clark, who retrieved Harrison one foot away and evacuated to the corner.

Aye unchanged. Clark, having grasped everything Harrison had to say, gave Harrison another cheerful laugh of fun in silence.

"If you can care for that, it's time to fix the sudden slaughter?

"... now Squad Eight needs it.

"Then you have to put up with anything else.

Clark, laughing and returning, takes a good bite but reduces his liquor.

I will try my best, and I will give it back and Harrison will still drink it together, but I will stop my hand when I realize that my drunkenness is coming around gradually.

So I said, "You can drink water, too, you don't want to get drunk and get rammed again, do you?" If Clark prompted him, "Harrison finally didn't hesitate to get his hands on the water. Clark takes a relaxing look at Harrison rehydrating him with a very loud throat, making sure he takes a breath before opening his mouth again.

"………… Shackle keys. Did you really pick it up on your way there?

Gogg, and. Harrison was forced to put a callout through his throat.

Shortly afterwards he choked uncommonly for Harrison, holding his mouth in the back of his hand as he raised and lowered his shoulders several times. To that appearance, Clark mocked Harrison's back lightly, laughing a little sorry that he was still in the process of swallowing.

Clark chuckled as he rounded his back and throated at Harrison, whose tiny cough continued the more he tried to contain it.

"It's okay, Roderick hasn't noticed. I guess the lack of any pointers from Dear Steele or the upper management means that you have looked at it a great deal this time.

No, Master Steele and the upper management already knew about it. If you throw the appropriate calm, a cold sweat flowed from Harrison.

At least I don't think Jill Bale or Style, who was a party, would consider that possibility. Furthermore, Harrison's report that he had picked up the shackle key itself could have been confirmed in more detail. It's not surprising that Harrison was actually in touch with his enemies if he suspected poorly, such as picking up keys by chance. In fact, however, Harrison remained well received by the upper management when it came to picking up the keys.

"You still recovered it when you discovered the general? The matter of the keys of the Steelers and the fact that they were recovered. Which one of you forgot?

".............................. both.

Ha-ha-ha! And Clark laughs with his belly in Harrison's heavy response.

I'm sorry, I can't stop laughing for a while as I nodded back to Harrison apologizing. The person laughing at Harrison so far against him was also about Clark. With his jock tilting hand stopped, Harrison, with his head down, had long dark hair and his face almost hidden. But when Clark stopped laughing and continued to do so at the same time, he reviewed Harrison from the front again.

"But, well, it's also your business to find the general. From now on, report the collection to the captain or to us immediately.

"I understand.

All right, all right, and Clark puts his hand on Harrison's shoulder with a laugh.

In the meantime, if Harrison looked up, Clark was emptying his jock with a gubbing throat again. "Me," Harrison reaches for the liquor bottle to Clark, who tries to pour the liquor himself into an empty jock as soon as he runs out of it. Clark, who honestly took it, leaned the jock toward Harrison. Liquor is poured from the bottle and stops perfectly before overflowing. Tasting every sip of booze again, Clark let Harrison flaunt his shoulder with no hands on booze or water as he solemnly did from himself.

I feel a little bad about pointing it out in the celebratory seat because of it, understanding that you and Roderick have deliberately omitted to report it. Clark knows perfectly well that Harrison takes his words heavier than anyone else's, and doesn't defy them.

At the time, even when Pride was madly offended and martial law was laid about the sudden change, Harrison, who kept his mouth shut against everyone, testified without hesitation as to what happened to Clark's question.

"Dear Pride.... How have you been since then?

Harrison raised his face to a gentle inquiry, unlike the gentle voice color earlier.

Yes, Clark laughed quietly if I gave him a word back. Neither Clark nor Roderick had met Pride directly in the past month. Since Roderick wanted to apologize for the visit when most of the knights couldn't stay calm just because Pride showed his face, Pride had never visited the Knights' practice area since.

"Have you been laughing?

"Yes. It's the same grin.

To Harrison, who answers pale, Clark hits the gavel, saying yes or no.

Harrison, too, as he responded, his purple eyes turned back the light, as he remembered then. Harrison is less attached to the escort than any other Kingsguard knight, but still, every time I saw him from time to time, Pride's grin was as bright and soft as the same flowers before.

Deputy Harrison, every time they called me that, my chest rattled and above all, the fact that I could get it back proudly heated my heart.

"You're also very active in the recapture battle. It's also in your hands to get Master Pride's smile back, Harrison.

Slowly, Harrison's eyes opened as he looked at the words, which he was told not to miss hearing.

With my lips tied, only my purple glowing eyes sparkle. To the words inadvertently given, I kept staring at Clark to confirm.

"You're the one who captured the general, found the key and delivered it. Even the castle gate worked great again, didn't it? I heard you rescued many knights in the torture tower.

I know exactly what it is. If you line up Harrison's accomplishments in the recapture battle not to mention that, that tall stretch that was about to round him up.

My hand hurts when I grabbed an eagle's chest that gets hot, and the feeling that I was gloomy until earlier clears up like a lie. Harrison's expression pouring a hot gaze was bright and even bloody good looking. The light shined so much that when people other than Clark and Roderick saw it, they even thought it was someone else for a moment. If I rang my throat and expected the next word from Clark, I would have quickened to a heartbeat. And...

"Well done, Harrison. There was you and Arthur, Team Eight. I'm counting on you.

If I said that and tapped him shoulder to shoulder, Harrison's body rocked in tandem.

He said he was praised, acknowledged, and expected. The fact struck Harrison at once and made him stretch himself. Only his open eyes were sparkling, showing his joy.

As soon as he finally got through with the word, Harrison, with a slightly loose mouth that was tied, had a look that could be described as a lit or soft grin. Clark laughs, as he's used to, "You're honest at times like this," even to that reaction he's never even seen Arthur or Pride.

I also think that besides myself and Roderick, I can interact with more knights if I look like that. But I didn't say it that far. Aside from Harrison's attitude and problematic behavior, I don't hate Clark for such a personality per se.

Harrison, whose sharpness dissolves from his eyes, his mouth loosens, his hegemony and killer disappears, and his cheeks of joy are not surprising to be mistaken for drunk. But Clark said to it, "You've settled down a lot," and poured the booze again into Harrison's jock, which he drank out of.

Even though I recommended water earlier, why did you drink again? While Harrison wonders just a little, thank you and tell Clark thank you. As it was, I was about to take another sip and was stopped with the words "oh, not yet". Harrison, who thought he should drink as soon as he was poured, frowned after stopping the move to expose his doubts.

Clark then accidentally waved to Harrison's back, squeaking his throat and laughing. Harrison quickly reacts and looks back at who's behind it. At the same time Clark called out in a bright voice ahead of him, waving.

"Roderick. Have you worked hard enough yet?

Roderick, who was greeting the knights with his labor as head of the Knights, was walking over with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

Good job, and Harrison bows his head in awe before correcting his posture. Roderick, responding to it with his gaze and one hand, opens his mouth shaking the waters of a jock poured in line.

"Clark. It's not just me, you work the knights too.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Think the knights would be happier to toast with you than I am.

Roderick deepened the frown wrinkle to Clark, who said softly, because you are only closely associated with the knights in these places.

You'll have the full support of the knights, too, I wanted to say, but when I said that, I could see for sure that they would say, "I usually compliment you."

Unlike Roderick, who wraps up a heavy hegemony, Clark often originally spoke, labored and talked casually to the knights. Unlike Clark, Roderick exhaled quietly that he was somewhat impudent that he could not fully exhaust his words without an opportunity.

"It's the right material, never mind. It's a better opportunity than that, let me brag to you too.

Clark hangs his words like he peeked inside Roderick's head again.

He reached straight in and held Harrison's shoulder beside him unconstitutionally. Clark grabs me and draws me, and even harder Harrison the boulder stays shoulder up in front of me in a situation called Roderick. Again, Roderick turns to Clark's words. Harrison and his pale eyes bumped as he raised his face if he couldn't distract himself from the Knights Commander in front.

"What do you say? Roderick. Harrison would have done well this time. After all, there was no madness in your eyes and mine.

Ha, and to Clark, who deliberately laughed out of his chest, Harrison couldn't even afford to turn his face.

Harrison, feared by many even in the Knights, can't get his head up in front of the two of them at all. The apparent power relationship was also seen by the knights who looked from a distance to the three. To Clark's words. Roderick leaked a long sigh as he held the wrinkles between his eyebrows with his fingers. Totally...... whine and then give it back in a low voice.

"You must be the first person to find out what Harrison's capable of, not me, Clark.... but you do.

After a gentle glance at Clark, I turn to Harrison.

I offered a jock lined up for Harrison, who forgot to blink, with a powerful grin. If you understand the intent, Harrison slowly raises his jock to the chest position as well. Clark also re-gripped the jock in his hand to match them both. The three jocks aligned in the same position, hitting each other at the next moment and sounding a high vitreous sound.

"Well done. You've lived up to expectations, Harrison. Keep it up.

Harrison's vision on the vibration of the toast and its sound, too, could be played.

Yes... If you return the words, Roderick laughed strongly with his hands on the opposite side of the shoulder that Clark turned. I also drank out Clark to Roderick, who emptied the jock's booze with one breath on the spot. Harrison also looks up to the jock only momentarily late, but the two of them drank it out more overwhelmingly.

Let's go, and Roderick slapped Harrison's back hard at the end as he called Clark, turning the emptied jock on his back with one hand. Plus Clark hits Harrison twice on the shoulder as he leaves as he replies. Kuck, and Clark, who looks happy to see Harrison's expression, lined up in Roderick as he did, walking to the center of the hall.

The knights are densely packed. Step in there and say, "Knights Commander!" "Deputy Clark!," the knights call out, paving the way, following their backs, and gathering out. Just walking slowly poured booze after booze into two empty jocks by the knights.

Harrison blindly continued to gaze in both directions, even after he couldn't even see the shadows on their backs within an instant.

Not only was Clark complimented, but in front of Roderick, he said he was "proud," and pleased. It was even praised by Roderick, who allowed the three of us to toast.

I chewed up the exhilaration and happiness that I couldn't really taste with alcohol alone.