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

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What, here?

It's only white, that's it. It's just big space. If it's hell, why am I in such a white place?

I looked around appropriately, but they weren't there either. Even if I call you, I won't come back to you. I scratched my head, carried my memory, but I couldn't remember it at all.

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I thought he was dead, but I don't remember him.

He died even if he remembered to be killed. I don't remember. Did you dodge them on the way out, or are they the only ones still better off?

Turn your neck and the sound will sound crisp. Dead or dead, the physical feeling is clear. Then have you been locked up somewhere? I don't know what kind of bad taste it is to lock you up in a place like this.

I'll try using special abilities, but nothing happens. It doesn't even activate dirt walls that should be able to be used without Chemetho. It only looks like white ground, but apparently not. I'm only certain that this is a space other than dirt.

Shit.

Exhale anaerobic, punch your tongue.

Decide not to walk appropriately and look for an exit. As far as the walls go, there's no shield, but if you walk straight, you'll hit somewhere. I don't know what's going on with the kids, but they don't even want to sleep.

Walk, walk, walk, walk appropriately. I've never found you anywhere. I walk past the white and don't know any other color. I drop my gaze into my own hands, and there I finally make sure that Temé isn't even closing his eyes. Even on the ground. I don't even know how my feet feel and what's white. I feel nauseous in space. Even the feeling of time goes crazy.

The scenery hasn't changed before. It's a zone. I've been through a lot, but I've never seen anything so far. I'm tired of walking and finally my legs stop, but I don't even know if it's an hour or two or a half or a day already. When I get here, I even honestly think this is what hell is all about. Then there's nothing to go anywhere.

... I don't like it.

Sit on the spot and put your feet together. Standing elbowed on his knees, poking his cheek wand and looking only at white, hey, think with your head. Walking this far is nothing. Later.

"Damn........................"

.................. ah?

Grasp Temehe's mouth and make sure he's not talking to himself.

I've seen idiots with crazy heads and bumping into each other all by themselves, but have they gotten that far already? But while I was touching my mouth, I heard the same conversation bump again. If it's not me, then who is it?

I call, but I'm not getting back to you. But now it's time to clear my ears and I'll have another voice.

Hey, fuck the answer, I screamed where it was going, but I just heard a bump and a low voice. Though I thought it was an illusion, I stood up, and there was only one crawling into the white space if I stared relying on my voice. Go down, or are you a trapped fool like me? Much better than not asking either way.

Move your legs and walk over to the downfall. Running away. Quite the way you haven't noticed me yet. He stayed down on the ground. At least until I hear you talk, you won't drown wild and die. I'll call you again and... stop before I do.

"Gah... gah... guh..."

A very familiar man was there.

You don't have to look at my face to find out. If you look at the brown skin coming out of your clothes, even if you don't like it. Thousands of cuts ripped, worn hoods to the head and scratching the ground to the crawling man,... again I definitely think this place is hell.

I wanted to decide I didn't see it, but nothing more than this. If I looked down at that guy assimilated to the ground, I couldn't see his face under the hood. You don't even notice me, you exhale with your constant throat as if you didn't even see me, you don't even listen to me say a lot. You tremble your arms, stretch out, grab the ground.

You don't have any more power left, but you're still a few millimeters away from moving forward. I think it will be only a matter of time until we run out like this. You can't paint boroughs and mud, crawl through the ground, talk satisfactorily. That's a lower class resident, no matter where you look from.

Step away and lower your hips to the front of him. Only a few dozen centimeters away, and this slowness will still allow the tortoise to get there first. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I still don't seem to notice it in front of me, and my consciousness is largely taken away. Re-push your cheek wand on your knees and watch it like you're free to crush it.

You can't even see your face from this angle because you're wearing a hood with your face rubbed to the ground. Well, it was worn to be so, so naturally.

Looks like it was a long time ago, but the figure is much the same as it is now. At least if you just look at my face, I can value my general age, but I can't even bother to take the hood and motivate you. When I get this far, I want to see when I realize it.

If you think that the realistic sights don't seem to have caught the kids, you can swallow them.

I listened to the man whining about the bump, but none of it was a big info. Hi, he doesn't even know his age as long as he doesn't look at his face.

When I was having trouble with my clothes, I repeatedly threw them away when I wore them appropriately. It's thoughtful. Not a thing. Hood, when you were hiding like you are now? Think about it. Oh, I was most comfortable when I was out of the country. The cliff zone is the only stash for the backers. I always knew this guy was on this side just at first glance, and I didn't even care about the color of my skin. It was just thick people.

So is this guy before or after that? It may be later because of his height, but... I don't know how much I've cared about Temehe since he grew tall.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Bumps and "stop". "You're kidding." Fuck "is all I'm saying. Besides, I don't think I have anything else to say.

It's been crawling around so much ground. There's so much rotting. There are countless spits, stones thrown, clothes stripped, and clothes stripped. When it was the side to be taken away, it was more like that. It was less of a thing. Then I duly conclude that this guy in front of me was before he worked in the cliff zone.

'Huh... Ro...! ……………'

Not even a few centimeters closer to me yet. It was only a matter of time before I began to exhaust myself.

My arms tremble like cramps trying to stretch forward, crushing and stretching without my fingertips being able to stand on the ground. Just a little thought and thought about what would happen to me if I died like this.

He said that Temehe's going to hell.

I haven't even been caught by the Knights yet, and I haven't been tortured, I haven't been put on trial, I haven't signed a contract, and... if I haven't even met those troublesome kids, I was much freer at this time. I can't even tie myself to the covenant of a slave, where and how I like to involve who and die. No matter how much you lick the ground, no matter how much you can stomp on the sand, you have to tie up nothing but gold and Temehe's life. It's a life. If I even tell this guy here not to just get on about the Knights ambush, I don't know if I'm any different now. I even get paranoid.

One fingertip didn't move, and only a breathtaking sound could be picked up in a silent space with interruption. I look and wait with a lack of consciousness that this is already ahead of me. It's a hassle to die, but if you're going to lose your mind, I can check everything in between, so be convenient.

"... fffek... keme... eh"

"Heh... heh"

Temee, I thought.

The moment I realize it, I think about when he is. Fifteen. It's not like that. It's definitely me after I'm "crippled."

Eagle your head under the hood and force your face up for each scorched tea hair. Parallax and the hood of my head went up and off because of the change in the angle of my face.

A face full of bruises and praises slightly opens up to me. Definitely, this year and this mole can't be anything but then.

I peel my teeth and roar at the man whose eye lid I was already about to close was forced open and cramped.

"Don't go to sleep..."

Understand how far he was going just now when he was crawling through the ground.

Then is there a Lord over there? But now, most importantly, I'm going to lose my mind about swallowing. I'm going to beat him up. Put your strength into your fingers grabbing your head, hurting you.

"Wake up. Hurry. We don't have time, keep crawling to the front of the castle!!"

I can't find it mainly because it's not.

The more spit flies, the more yelling and spitting. You don't even blink when you notice me. Now you slap the shit straight to the ground. I don't know why I can't sleep in a place like this.

A man grabs my hand back and keeps twisting it in his fingers after he slaps it on the ground. What? I thought I might still have the strength to grab it. If I slapped it again, there was more strength in my hand grabbing my arm.

'Huh...!! What the fuck...?!'

Seeing my rash seems to have made me realize the years.

Whether it's Themè herself who's hurting, or whether this isn't just reality, we groan at each other hurting each other. Peel me with a bloody seeping mouth and hold a fist with a mole. Ugh, I have no pity for snooping into Tula's temé while returning that it doesn't matter.

"The hell of Temehe is coming. If you're gonna die, get the kids back together."

If you're going to die.

With that in mind, I spit on him. Beat that face again before wiping it with blood.

He's already worn out and me. Then I see the battle. Gun, slap me twice with cancer, and then I'll slap the crap out of you. If Niyanya and I deliberately raised the end of her mouth, she would have distorted her face just as she thought. It's also easy to provoke when it comes to Temehe. The only way to bite the ground is to throw up in the borough.

"You're gonna see the same thing as me as it is? Shame and hearsay are exposed and take away all of Temehe. Used to be better than us now. The number of servants tied to a contract is not the same as it is now."

Ahhhhh! and the borough can roar.

Look at that and laugh at Kerakera. Oh, I even heard the sound of my teeth smashing. If you think it's after the traffickers already hurt you, you're pretty depressed. But I'm not motivated to get beaten up.

"Are you ready? They're used by the royals and knights we hate. I can't live for Temehe anymore. … It's a life of smudging."

I want to see what kind of rash he does, and I dare you to tell him the truth.

As I thought, I opened my blood-running eyes and my jaw was so open that it came off. If you break your grin slightly at that delightful appearance, you'll raise your suspicions or eyebrows along the way. You won't believe it. If it was me, it would be a shame.

"Crawl. Crawl and taste the same pain as me, Temehe. Be picked up the same way, flattened, surrounded, exposed to everything and scratched with shame.... suits Temehe right now"

"I guess Ttemehe's ready too. Ahhhhhhhhhh..."

Don't tell me I'm on the road too. He stares at me like a borough stabs me with a voice that exhales blood and a caged breath of heat.

I'm ready, I'm done. Or are you telling me that I intend to change it if I know? Then shut your mouth that I can't teach you extra.

I heard the sound of eating and tying my back teeth so far. Like a blood-dropping mouth and the power to grab my arm,... I don't like any of the things Temehe wants to know right now. Don't you dare pretend you don't realize it and tie it with "that."

All I get is laughter when I think about the hell ahead of me to the lower class residents crawling unnecessarily in front of me. Without even knowing Temeh's greed, he sought after him and nearly lost it. I think it would have been a funny life to die like this. It would be the best liquor dish I could ever tell the people in the backyard business.

None of this is a lie. Compared to the old days, many shackles are bracketed around me and his neck. If I'd crawled and lived in the corner with a lot of people in the lower echelons, I wouldn't have been allowed to bow my head or lay flat on the covenant of slavery.

Instead of just Temeh, we have orders for all the kids. Please, protect them. Teach them. Guard them. Help them. Run. Carry them. Ordered.

I didn't even want to be a knight in my sight. Now every time I go back to the Lord, I don't like it, but I see it. Every delivery destination is royal. So much for a job that involves a lot of chest shit. I guess so. Involved in the worst kind of work because of the lack of freedom, hassle, and mood. It was much easier when I was waiting for my prey on the cliff. I didn't have a problem with my men, and I don't have a mouthful of kids. Yet now...

"Take it back even if you die"

If I say it out, my worn eyes lose the eye lid.

"Whatever." You don't need anyone. That's all I've known properly since this time.

"Just think about it. I don't care about later."

If you notice, you notice in Temehe that the end of the mouth you were fishing for was distorted.

You don't need to understand or convince me, I'm going to explain. Hairy. That's all I do to him. You don't have to know. Anyway, after they picked me up that I was going down, they ignored my will and the conversation went on. No matter how much you shout at me, there's not one of those royal people who hears my point at all. On the contrary, I opened it with an order. I get dumb exposure to my belly to the bottom. I put in words things I don't want to know or admit myself. That's all.

Hear from the Lord.

"Follow me. You don't have to choose a different path than me.

If I'm not even one, I'll kill you.

Everything ends when I don't see the Lord. I can't throw one away trying to live in shame. Sefek, Chemetho, how much money we make, how we live, how many connections we have left because of Temehe.

Whether your consciousness is blurred again, or you just don't know what it means, give me one back to my words. Tell Boro. Hang up your hair. I don't even know what this means. I'll crush one of your eyeballs if you want me to sleep in a place. It's already a mess anyway.

I saw that painted on mud and dust, and I think how well I brought back a floater in this condition to be a castle. You don't even come out sighing through the shackles. Besides, when it comes to the former, the edge and itching are both sinners and royalty. It's been four years, and the Lord used to remember me.

Keep your head in the eagle grabbed hand and grab your chest up with your opposite hand. Stand on your knees, step on them, and force the borough to also hoist as you stand up. The tip of his nose hits the same face as Temehe's, and he exhales from the gap between his eaten and tied teeth. Don't go to sleep, get up, get it back, get there and roar again and again, I'm mad at you for not returning anything, but boil over and over.

When I woke him up again, he tried to knock him down as he was this time and let him go to the ground. The borough rolled without even taking the reception, as the big figure and the ground rubbed together. Apparently, it's really the limit.

I thought there was no other way to wake you up, but I can't think of a single one. I had no choice but to walk up to the rolling borough again and try to grab it again,... suddenly disappeared into the white.

I looked at him wondering if he was dead or if he was going to go back to where he was, and Temehe's hand almost vanished, and Boro just turned his neck and looked back. And I think you're still fine.... then.

"Sefek and Chemetho are ahead of us."

At the end of the day, the colour of the eyes changed easily to this word, and disappeared into white without leaving a single tip of hair.

Nothing, as I thought, even if I came close to trying. I think it would be better if all of this was just an illusion or my head went crazy. I couldn't turn back then. I'm getting to the point. If it wasn't before the Knights caught me, I'd change a lot ahead of me.

Why don't you change it?

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"... you're going to sleep for a while today, Val"

Uh? And I throw my gaze at the Lord, who throws me in the middle of a great abduction.

We were able to rendezvous as soon as we got to the castle, but we ended up waiting in the guest room with the reward on hand. If you put your back on the wall and put your feet together, the Lord and the Princess, and the Kingsguard knights, will all turn their gazes.

"If you're tired, why don't you use the couch"

"I don't need it."

Pay with your hands the Lord of Sigh Mixing. If you gently glance back at the Lord on the couch across the street from me, the flaws will rise again. Sleepless.

If Chemetho says, "It's been a long time now," until Sefek says, "It's just a stretch in the morning!" He complained. I sit back on people's left and right and say, so my tall voice stabs me in the ear, both right and left.

I'll flatter your face as I give it back, but if it doesn't change, I'll bark. You couldn't sleep. Something happened, either way.

"You're only dreaming about it. I'll sleep at the inn if I get the money."

"Did you have any bad dreams?"

"Chest shit. Bad dream."

Shit. He even came in the Lord.

You can't even make fun of a servant's covenant to ask questions from the Lord, and say no to "I won't say any more" before they dig deep. That's such a joke dream, I didn't say it. I don't feel well in the morning because of this, and my stomach is full of grass.

Some memories have faded since this morning, but if you still recall, you have revulsion. It was Temeye four years ago. I thought back. Why do I have to poke you in the face? Now I don't even know which one was really me.

When I woke up and found out it was a dream, I was relieved to the point where my head grew. I saw Cefek and Chemetho saying it in their sleep, but they don't remember either of them.... instead from waking up and saying, "Are you tired?" It's a cold. "He blamed me for asking questions.

"" Are you that tired of dreaming that he made me take you on the road??

Don't tell me.

Tongue back to Sefek, who talks to Perali in front of the Lord.

Answer me because I've been asking you so many times since I told you I had bad dreams, and this is why the kid is here.

The Lord and the Princess tilted their necks and looked at us. Still, if I glanced back, I wouldn't have poked it there. No way. I was directing Temehe in Temehe. There's no way I can tell you.

The array in my dreams was definitely me four years ago. That's all I still remember. Besides, it was me right after the kids were kidnapped. More than that, I saw the worst of it. I can barely remember what I was talking about right now, but I guess that's what "directions" meant. Uh-huh.

He scratches his head with gassi, shakes his legs and rings his tongue. The more I remember when I was asleep, the more irritating and drowsy I am.

"If you're that tired, you can rest here even after you give it to me..."

And when I saw it, the LORD cursorily approached me, frowning.

Are you all right? Questioning, I crouch my dress around, bend my knees, and gaze at me. You don't have to bother to get close enough to hear it on the spot.

Keep going, "If you're not feeling well, give me a medic," and I'll even spin the extra chi like Sefek. I'm just sleepy, but I don't always listen to this guy. He touched his forehead with his hand so as to measure the heat. The Lord's hand is also hotter than mine, which has just come from the outside. "You don't have a fever," he laughs daringly at the Lord.

"... the Lord's bed will sleep well, huh? With the Lord, all day long."

"... if you're tired enough to sleep all day, rest because delivery is good later"

Heh, keep your voice down, or the Lord will exhale like he's frightened again.

Keep your hands off my forehead and stand up and look down. If you raise the end of your mouth and provoke him to look slightly down your shoulder with a thin brow, "Are you sure you're okay?," he was pressed. If I give it back in a nutshell with the thought of sticking around, it will end quickly.

Ha, and the Lord, who exhales short again, still keeps his eyes off me.

The sound of a knock rings so as to enter during the conversation. A samurai returned with the reward in her hand. They left it in the Lord's room this time. The Lord received it and said to me, "Thank you for waiting. I don't have a letter from here this time, so I'll see you in three days". If I reached out and received one hand, it weighed exactly as I expected with Jalan.

Sefek said, "What's in Tiara's room today?," he asks, "but before I answer, the princess is more like," It's okay! Rest easy, please. "I made my voice jump. The princess lifted her eyebrows and looked back, but only smiled when she opened her palms in front of her chest.... I was going to say no anyway. The head with the gras now. Then the hand goes crazy.

Stand up to be woken up by both the kids pulling my hand and hem trying to find a place to stay. Shit, I don't forgive guys who don't know where or when they came out in their dreams. I can't remember a conversation or anyone, but if I see you again in my dreams, I'll kill you.

"Now, when you get to the inn, please rest in bed properly. If you're not feeling well, buy some medicine."

Exit the guest room shaking Gragras's body. I chased him away as good on this occasion because the Lord would try to drop him off to the front door.

I'm going to treat you like a sick man until the end. I'll give you back with a single noise off my face, mainly disgusted. Then the princess said more to the kids, "Thank you Val. Hey!" and blew in the extra.

I get a headache with all the kids who keep their voices together in vain. If you give me this much more, I'll even think about falling asleep on the side of the road.

"Thank you for the delivery and directions.

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Then the Lord said so at the end to me trying to give me my heel back.

The sighing voice passed well from ear to head in vain. If you walk with only your strength in your hands scratching your head by pretending you didn't hear me, you will inadvertently come back with words you don't know on your head.

"I guess Ttemehe's ready too. Ahhhhhhhhhh..."

Uh-huh.

What do you want to know about me? First, tell me what you're ready for.

Even my voice is gone from my head already, but at least I was sure it wasn't Cefek, Chemetho, the Lord or Leon, thinking from the tone. Then I thought you were a knight's kid, but I don't even think I'd bother to show that kid the way. After that, Bail, or no. You're not even gonna ask me about that bastard stepping in on me................ No, I can't remember at all.

Why did you do the directions, where did you want me to go, where did you want me to go, why did I put him first?

I wonder if you could at least end up killing me with this hand in your dreams.... It's already faded too much, all I remember is the rubbishness and bad chest feces other than directions and leaving

That's about what I really wanted to get him to.