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

"............... Deputy Eric. Something's wrong with my heart...

"Don't worry, neither do I.

Pride room.

In front of that door, Arthur and Eric were both standing side by side cramping their faces.

As usual, they waited early in front of the door until it was time for Pride to finish his morning dominance, seriously wondering if only the sound of the heart could be heard from each other.

Arthur, who holds down to eagle his chest under his uniform, and Eric, who holds his fist to delude his damp palm, even wait until it's time. We both had strangely heavy restlessness in our bodies and did not wrap up grali and thought, but we know that was not the fault of the Knights feast that took place until dawn.

Jack, the Kingsguard, chewed up a small laugh at the way the two looked. I know what it feels like, and he said nothing, even though he thought so.

We waited for a while and in the meantime Tiara and Style also gathered in front of her door from their respective rooms. It was "usual" to finish the morning shift early to welcome her into pride.

"Yesterday,... I'm sorry.

Bozo...... and releases Arthur as he dives into his voice and whines to the style that stands next to him.

Stile, with his eyes only on the words, put his arms together with his mouth shut. Seeing, Arthur was frowning as he scratched the back of his neck, saying that the bulk looked bad and couldn't even turn his face. On that side of his partner, who rarely even meets himself, Stayle apparently decides that the reason he got angry yesterday was correctly understood.

Hung, and a gentle snort distracts Style from Arthur even from himself. And Tiara said to me, "Is something wrong?," he asked with a gentle peek, but dared not answer.

If Eric also compared Arthur and Steele to distract the tension, both eyes and faces remained pointed solely at the door. But the look on their faces changes with Style's next reply.

"If I apologize a hundred times, I don't have to forgive you.

Slightly opened his eyes and now Arthur turns to his face.

At the end of that gaze, there was a side of the style that laughed badly at me not just saying I would do it. After receiving Arthur's gaze, he looked at each other to the point of gently tilting his face. Humph, that's a rare way to laugh for a style. He beats Arthur in an upbeat mood while holding down the black edge of his glasses.

"... Ha.

If this wasn't the hallway in the castle, I would have slapped him on the shoulder.

Arthur, laughing back with his nose to the First Prince's style, smiled so vividly.

Tiara and Eric also exhaled as if they were finally relieved by the reaction. If you look at the two of us that it's not serious or that we're not fighting anymore right now, you'll see.

Then, as Arthur remembered, he opened his mouth with an "Ah".

In return for what happened to Stayle and Eric, Arthur bowed his head to Eric and then dived his voice and threw it at Stayle.

"Yesterday's array..."

To the words, soon Stayle understood what he wanted to say.

If you listen, Arthur replied directly to his ear that was where it was and yesterday's suggestion. If the style snorts as satisfied with it, Arthur just turns up the sound and stops saying "but" one word.

After just saying there are still conditions, Arthur again talks about following Stayle. I said no first to my partner, who gradually rounded his eyes to the word, and at the end of the day, "That's all I'm not giving in". Style, who understands that the way he says it is Arthur's willingness not to bend or compromise, once nodded, took his ear off and looked back at him from the front.

"... can you say why you're so obsessed?

In fact, Style himself doesn't mind that at all. He waited for Arthur to reply to his enquiry, accompanied by a word, asking him to feed himself.

Arthur looks around his tightly closed mouth once before opening it. Careful not to even sound absolutely Eric, whispering only in the ears of Stile, for that particular reason, no doubt. I wrapped up that word a little longer, with a low voice at the end.

"--- Strong, but because weak.

Now it was time for Style to fully agree with the words.

Fine, and I promised to leave the time allocation to the front. Arthur nods too as he conveys his thanks to Style for agreeing with me.

In doing so, the door finally began to open from the inside by the hand of the samurai.

In the meantime, the soothing air that has passed for a moment also changes. Everyone stretched their spines and raised their faces to welcome her, as usual. But unconsciously, nervousness persists, and I look out for her across the door. At the end when the door opened, it was after the Lord of the room turned to them from before the mirror.

Just like them, he stretches his spine pinned and laughs softly in the light of the sun. The first princess dressed brilliantly in a luxurious dress and even finished with deep red hair tips.

"Morning, Style, Tiara. Arthur, Deputy Eric, thank you again today.

"She was there all the time.

Good morning and Tiara jumped happily into her chest. Pride, who stopped holding it with a full grin, returned a slightly surprised but delightful grin at his first reaction in the morning.

How are you today, stroking Tiara's soft golden hair and looking straight at them with a flowery smile

"Eh, Ste, Artha... Eric... duh, what's wrong?"

Geez, Pride raises his voice unexpectedly.

When I saw it, all three of them who came to pick themselves up were off their faces. Style covers his mouth so hard that it deforms that he grabs it with one hand, and Arthur also eats his teeth so tightly that he can't say anything with his tied fists fluttering. Even Eric remained silent holding his hot eyeballs.

Pride calls to the three again, worried that he's not feeling well in the morning or that Arthur and Eric are still pulling the liquor or fatigue off last night's Knights feast. But Eric said, "No… I don't care… I didn't …! ♪ It was just a sumptuous voice ♪

"Everybody, I'm glad your sister's doing as she always does."

Tiara, who perceived the feelings of the men as soon as possible, made her voice bounce to pride. At the end of the day, if "hey" and asked vigorously for consent, the three shook their heads vertically with the boom at almost the same time.

It's been a month since the recapture. In the meantime, there were days when we received pride, as usual. But today was the first genuine "everyday" day since Tiara's birthday for them, who had strained their nervousness until yesterday's signing of the treaty with the Radian Empire.

Pride is back, he's really there as usual, and he's laughing at himself as a matter of course. That just made them happy. Each desperately endures the desire to say "welcome back" while being flushed by emotion. In fact, it's already been almost a month since Pride returned to this room. that it would be self-satisfying to say such a dialogue now, despite that. But that's all I wanted to cry about when I saw the pride in front of me laughing uncontrollably.

Because they even risked their lives to get these days back.

Whatever it was now, I couldn't hold back how much I tried to contain my emotions now that I had gained that feeling. At least I can hold my breath crying ahead of the other two and temporarily erase her from my sight. Swallow in your mouth and push back what goes up in the back of your throat with a sense of well-being

"Welcome back."

Suddenly, I turn around unexpectedly to the words that have been unleashed.

Unexpectedly struck by voices released from close range and their words, that's all they could react to. Seeing, sometime Pride walked in front of us with Tiara. With a bitter grin, his voice was released with a silky gentle touch. Why, she opens her mouth again if she forgets that the word is better for her pride and what she was enjoying for a moment.

"I'm also very glad that Stayle is back as an assistant, and that Arthur and Deputy Eric are back as Kingsguard knights again.... Also, thank you.

Despite all the ugliness he exposed, he naturally came back to me.

Pride thought it was natural to be pulled a step back as a princess and as a human being if they all looked like they would pull back. Nonetheless, both the Kingsguard knights, who would take on their own escorts unchanged even after the threat of the Radian Empire thus left, and the style with which they would follow their aides, were only thankful to Pride. It was the word she chose to at least tell her thanks, aware that she was sweet on their good intentions.

And it was also too much of a word for the Stayles to stimulate the tear glands.

Eric, who realizes that his tears are already lighting the heat behind his eyes, bites into his mouth. And to delude, I slapped Arthur's back making the sound of eating and tying his teeth next door with an open hand so forcefully that there was no more. Not only was his Arthur slapped by the sound that resonated down the hallway with Bavang, but he also let the style, tiara and pride shoulders that were on his side rise and down to strain his spine.

Even the guards in the hallway rushed to the sound of gunshots or worrying for a moment, but Jack pushes it with one hand to stop it. No problem, while communicating his intentions, Eric slapped Arthur on the back again and lightly this time.

"I'm on a mission now, indulge me.

Yes... and Arthur replied with his teeth-eating mouth to Eric's words.

Rub your spirit down to those who suffer more tears than pain or surprise. But Arthur was relieved only at the bottom of his heart that he could bear to cry because of it. Eric himself went to tighten his temper to himself, but thanks to him, the style he was on his side also drew tears into the shock.

Strongly praising Eric's optimal solution in his heart, Stayle instead coughed up the air on the field.