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

... I really care how many times this guy tries to kill me.

"Let's go. The prelude is over!

They pull my hand, they pull mine, as usual.

Words don't come together. Why do you choose to dance with me at the end? There are other knights and King Lance and King Joan more than I once danced tonight. Because it's about her. Even Jill Bale and I decided we wanted to dance.

"Nice to meet you, Style.

In praise and cheer, she laughs as she pairs up with me facing her.

Reflectively I returned "this is the one," but it plundered. I should have gotten used to it already, but the heat lit up just because I wasn't following my head, just spinning my arm around her back. Funny, even just now I said I could dance normally.

The music begins and steps are taken. Dancing with Pride, which I have already experienced many times, I was able to dance naturally without having to look at each other. Her breath quickly rose in her second dance with Pride today. The matching hands were damp enough to tell, both on the back where I turned my arms and across the dress. The sweat also spread to her throat, with a few strained deep red hair. The temperature rises and the reddish skin can also be seen extra under the lighting.... Yet.

Why is it so beautiful?

"Thank you for your hard work in holding today. This is so much fun.

............... No, she's cute now.

I accidentally looked straight at the pride that turned my full grin on me.

At close range, it's just beauty. If she checks from top to bottom again, she's so adorable in her outfit, she's right in front of me. This is it as soon as the dance is familiar and a little calm. If my horizons widen, I'll pick up too much information in front of me this time and I'll catch my eyesight.

Even when I first picked up pride in front of the room, I was seriously flabbergasted. I wanted to ask when I ordered a dress with such a cute design. If you think there's enough to reward the knights, it's just Tiara's offer.

The dress that we both bought together gave Tiara the same cute and bright impression as usual. It suited me well, and I praised it the most when I saw it and opened it.

But Pride had too different impressions than before and was highly irritating. Although I'm fortunate that exposure is much less than my usual dress. But it was still too cute.

Why didn't you let me prepare my mind from the start? He said he had the chance to teach me as many times as he waited for her in front of the room!... Tiara has been mean to me for a long time.

"No, because it was left to Uncle Vest as well....... as long as I am happy with this good haul.

Oh good, now we can talk decently.

Cross in front of the audience as you circle with pride. Cheers, applause. Speaking of which, I realized that many of them were new to watching royalty dance with each other. Tighten your mind that you can't show the dance you can't do here as a representative of the royal family.

"Aren't you tired? Let me know as soon as it's hard.

"It's okay. I forgot I'm tired.

I smile back from me, too, to the pride of laughing so powerfully that I can see the wrinkles of laughter. If they laugh like that, they really want to fool me.

Lead her from end to center. I'm supposed to be tired, but I'm more worried about my pride in taking steps lightly. I want to dance to her as little burden as possible.

I think so much and remember dancing with Prince Leon and Val that I saw earlier. If so, I shake my head fast until I thought. If I had such a dance as my current pride, it would really be this time I would die of a heart attack. Even now, he says he's so heartbroken and rampaged from the inside of his body.

"Stayle?... sorry, could it have been annoying?

"No, not at all!

Shit. I let him worry unnecessarily because he shook his head all by himself.

Even after I denied it, Pride seemed worried, "You mean after this?" "Something sudden," he asks. No, it's really nothing, if we look each other in the eye, the facial fever will come up on its own.

I can't tell you even if my mouth rips open that it's close, cute, I imagined pride and that dance and went back to sanity, etc. If I say that, I'm sure pride is set to move on to execution because I want to!............... not that I'm ever interested.

But I can't do that to make it to the end even after this. I am solely responsible.

Besides, it is also the holding of the Tiara project, which is starting to settle down because of it. Whether it's an informal setting, such as the fall of the First Prince during a dance, the dance party itself gives a bad impression. No more incidents - …………….

".................. Pride.

After a while, it overflows from my mouth.

Exploring in front of the audience and slowly taking steps. I still call on Pride, who is worried about me.

What? And I think it's really the usual girlfriend if you turn to Pride, who responded right away. It's still like a dream to say I've been watching this girlfriend for another month. I know it by my head. If this goes by, I was wondering if that nightmare would only last two months. Still,............ I still can't help but keep my memory new.

"Thank you. Dance with me....... thanks to you I have good memories again.

I don't hate dancing.

I like to dance with Pride and with Tiara.

I sincerely want the dance party to settle down as an event.

Still, I'll never forget that incident three months ago. At Tiara's Birth Festival, she danced with pride, with Tiara, looking to the bright future of the Kingdom of Friesia, full of happiness.... That's when that was a tough case. The feeling of being plunged into despair is also still vividly snagging at the body.

But I still think I would have been happy that one time if I danced with pride like this. It was only at the end that despair awaited, but until just before that I was definitely happy.

The dance party was fun, and Tiara's birthday itself was a good time. And if I dance with pride again, every time I overlap, I feel the sense of despair washed away a little bit at that time. Dancing and remembering is repainted at this moment with Pride, not the bad case of that time. The feeling that happiness outweighs hatred rather than despair is unspeakably happy.

Pride turned his eyes round to my words like that.

My mouth loosens unnecessarily to that look that just seems a little unexpected. I also know that pride is not meant to be. You didn't see through my mind, like painting my memory, you just purely must have tried to enjoy dancing with me. If you think it was the effort or something that planned this event, you can be convinced. It's easy to think with a calm head. She always moves for someone in her pride.... but then.

.................. at all, I didn't notice.

When Pride came to me, I even forgot to give him my hand.

I should have known I was about to decide the last person in the middle of a dance, but I had no idea. Being my first or second brother-in-law, I've never wanted her to dance from me before.

And the last closing. No more rewards are here.

I still laughed that pride was "not natural" when I thought so. The flaming heat of my chest slows and warms to that grin, which even looks a little lit. Really, she's the same as always. That's all.

"I told you, didn't I? He said if it was a style, even if it wasn't his brother-in-law, he'd take the dance.

... the words, they don't come out.

Breathtaking and out of focus with eyes open to maximum.

Because of this, the calm thought rose again and collapsed. My stomach was weird and my muscles in my body were tense. It was as if the back of his throat left only a blank space without breathing, leaving a foreign body feeling. My heart is strangely slow. One at a time is going to stop terribly slow for you to ring loud.

With me so dying, Pride keeps saying things without hesitation. I can't even see the smile that should dazzle me right now. I don't know how to breathe or blink. How can I breathe and moisten these dry eyes?

"That's why I decided to dance with Stayle.

The voice itself was like light.

I'll fall one day as it is, taking steps with just the reflection. I get a sense of crisis at the feeling that I'm dancing blindfolded. Yet neither these legs nor consciousness will listen to what I say.

Look for even her smile in a white and blurry world.

"I'd take a dance, even if I wasn't my brother-in-law, if I was a stepbrother, right?

She said she meant what she said.... I should have known.

Still remembering, the inside of my body twisted up. I think pride really made the words come true back then.

My whole body grew hairy and my arms were even attacked by the feeling of paralysis. I know where I stand now and that's why she chose me.

Unlike public ceremonies and parties, you don't have to dance with me. Pride still grabbed my hand in this situation.

Let him breathe so much, let him sweat, let his eyes shine,... come to me.

"Stayle?", Pride calls to me without a response. Yeah, it sucks. The knights are definitely blushing when they say they are watching.

I wonder how dumb your face even looks. I want to travel momentarily and run, but I can't. Because I don't want to let go of these hands and arms that are touching her right now.

Ha... and shallow breathing comes true. The closer you get to the abyss of death, the harder your body becomes to breathe, forcing you to suck up oxygen. He barfed up and trembled his throat, and his voice was slight. I'm letting my pride creep into my arms if I notice. I'm so glad my dance with her was staining my body.

'Dance, let me take your hand again.' Cause I promise I'll take it. '

At that time, consciousness was also sparse. Certainly she told me so.

"Again." Absolutely. "I still think that's what you were referring to at this time. To me, who originally had the right to dance with her,... it can't be any other time than now, such as when you would take my hand from her.

Only now does it sound like such a warm cheering and drinking murmur. Attract the pride again after letting it creep and superimpose your hands. Are you worried you won't hear back from me, Pride will call my name again. Still out of focus eyes remained poorly aligned even after blinking with breathing. I consciously inhale deeply, meditate my eyes, and turn my eyes and mouth to her, which I let open again.

"... eh.... If it were me, would you dance...?

As then, I throw the same question.

It grabbed onto his throat, slightly leaned on, and was finally plundered and swallowed by music. I laugh at my voice, suspicious as it may be from the middle of nowhere, as pride huffs up.

He showed pity again, and trembled with his fingertips paralyzed if it got hot as if it had been broiled in fire to the tip of his ear. The hands of overlapping pride gently wrap my fingers like pimples and cramps. Her hands, overexercising and overheating, are only hotter now than mine to light. If I thought I stopped trembling a little at the feeling of being separated from the heat, my wrapping hand now came in the gap between my finger and my finger. At the same time, his shoulders rose to the sensation of five fingers rubbing together slowly, causing the sound of his heart to soar rapidly. I shudder horribly down to my spine just because of the feeling of rubbing against her fingers.

"Not naturally.

Rin, she says, with that clear voice.

While quietly dropping bright colors.

Well, I know the rest of the words. I asked knowingly.

Expect her to answer that.

Cleanly overlays and smears the wounds of the past. I am sure she will, stand ear and kill my breath.

"Because Style is important too.

"Huh...

I had a fever, my throat hurts.

No matter how many times I blinked, my unfocused vision opened up clearly in an instant. There's a pride there that's turning a smile on me that's almost the same as it was then. The mouth that smiles as soft as a feather, the purple eyes that dwell in the light, and the cheeks that cheer me up, all of them... I miss you terribly for why.

That's all, my chest was squeezed because I really felt like a miracle. It's just like pain, and it stuffs my breath. I felt dangerous and ate my back teeth and tied them up, but all I could do was squeal them faintly without any good force. Hot to the breath of a thin exhale. I have strength in my tied fingers, and I grab her from me, too.

Conversely, the legs that flow to the song together become weak. I'm in a hurry for myself to stop like this. My breath, I mean, most importantly, my fevered throat was gradually getting out. To delude, I let go of the arm I was turning on my back and spread it with her. The applause rose, and I gently pulled my hand again, spreading my deep red hair all over the universe and coming back to my chest. The cut sky stroked his cheeks comfortably as he reassembled again and streamed forward in front of the audience to match the song.

Swallow and moisten your mouth in several degrees, inhale breath from your shoulders, and make words.

"... Will you also dance?

"Of course. There's no reason not to dance.

"Also, will you take my hand?

"Yeah, as many times as you want.

"Will you look for me again?

"I'll definitely find it.

He answers without hesitation.

Every word of it hits the heart high. Don't know my mind pushing back what I desperately sneak up on, scratching my tear glands over and over again.

I wish I'd thought about it for a little while. Even if I say a few words of denial, I won't get scratched. I also got a little cold in the head if you said something like, "Look for it from Stayle's."

It is regrettable that it was an opportunity to invite you to a dance at the corner pride, but you yourself made it unobstructed. I can't believe they took my hand trying to fix my hair by now. It's too dumb. Reach out with all due respect, and I'm sure Pride will have made it a lifelong memory.

"Let's dance!

............... No, I've had enough.

Rethink, turn her. She curves my hand around the axis and takes my eyes off me. I never tire of seeing you dance deep red again and again. Every time you take my hand again, I hold my breath.

I'm sure this won't be the last time. Dance again and this is how she dances for fun. If there's a dance party at the ceremony, you'll take my hand.... It's not the last time.

The music slows the tune towards the end. To welcome him as royalty, he invested in his hands and feet. Strike your will with even one fingertip, consider her worthy at the end, and pay close attention to shine. Greed to attract her more beautifully than anyone else Pride has danced with today if he can.

I can put my strength into the arms that support her back to wrap up the last one. I took her off her back to fit the big acre just before she quieted down. We stopped moving and waited until the end of the last sound and a beat of silence fell.

In the next moment, there will be an explosion of praise and cheer.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

to cheer and wake up her disobedient back. I didn't ask him to fall in like Val, so the pride he was standing on his feet was quickly put in shape.

"Ahhh."

Gattan, and. The moment I thought I was independent, my pride collapsed from my knee.

A voice also rises from the audience, holding her so that I can support her in a hurry. "Are you all right?" he exclaimed, grinning bitterly as Pride grabbed me by the arm. Pride chases me into a mid back state, and Pride rushes to rebuild his broken knee, but his legs were shaking visibly.... He still couldn't do it.

He is laughing, but the knights around him turned. Dear Pride, I can hear you whispering that you are injured or unable to...

"I'm sorry, I think I lost my mind.

Pride shouted out loud to dispel our concern.

If you let her gently stretch her knee so that she could lift herself into my arms, this time she would have stood on her own. Thank you, and the pride you gave me back laughs at me in my arms. She gently stroked her inflated tibia over the dress in embarrassment, as soon as she let her face fall down, a grain of sweat fell off her forehead.

"... didn't you say signal to me whenever you were tired?

I accidentally say it in a slightly stronger tone.

I would have taken a self-declaration from Pride before I sent a stop signal. Yet after all this time, he wouldn't give me a signal, so he ended up coming in from me to stop him.

She laughs bitterly at my words with her shoulders up. I'm sorry, I put my strength in my finger holding my arm as I said. Though I stood up, I was still anxious for some fluttering pride and still couldn't get my hands off me.

"But I want to dance a lot. But it's okay now. So,.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Trying to get my arm down to support me while I say it's okay.

Still, I can't let go without knowing when my pride will fall. I still feel compelled to let go. I can't let go when I say I have to thank the audience anymore. I can't let her temperature, feel, scent, reality, miracle go.

I can't let it go for any reason.

"Huh...

The moment I was conscious, I ate my teeth and tied them up, but I couldn't.

I notice my change and my pride expression clouds up. Drop your eyebrows, and all your facial muscles will have strength. It was as if her lower lip, tied small, was blocking her own words.

Drinking weakened. I'm sure the knights have seen their faces already. The confusion reaches the skin with air. The vision that should have been opened again distorts. When I chewed in my mouth and leaned over, I got zero large grains. The patty, falling water wets the glasses from the inside, and the rest is on the floor.

Pathetic, I can't bear to think it's a disgrace. I was so happy that I understood, and............ it was hard.

I catch my breath, and I don't even get a word of "sorry." Lie down with your pride in your arms and not be free as your throat is tightened. Even as I tried to regain my posture, my throat just shook. Dry eyes are the other way around now.

"... I'm sorry.

Unexpectedly, her hair was caressed with a gentle voice.

I wake my eyes to the feeling of being stirred up and the comfort. Raise your eyes and Pride would have stretched his arm from the front and turned it to my head.

Sarah, Sarah, he strokes his head again and again, and now more relief strikes than embarrassment. My lips tremble and my restraints don't work. I can't turn away from her that gives me a purple glance at the end of my seeping vision. She stroked her warmth from the back of her head to her neck muscles and from the top of her head to her forehead many times, resting her chest.

He inserted his finger through the gap in his glasses with his hands once released, and was wiped with tears. If my vision was brighter, my sad eye pride would have been there. Making you look like that at a celebration for corner pride stabs me in the chest.

"Also, I'm sorry I hurt you so much. Thanks for keeping up the patience............................ I wish I could have made you cry more.

You'll see me again and again.

I was gently stroked in the head over and over again, and every time a large grain fell. As soon as I heard her say it, my throat finally snapped up. I put my strength into my arms holding my thin body, and still she took it.

... there is pride.

Naturally, we got her back that day.

Until today, I've met her every day, talked to her, and I'm familiar with my old days with pride.

That nightmare disappeared already and my days with her began. My right hand never trembles anymore, and I don't think I should kill her. I'm not worried about the effects of subordinate contracts at all. She's still in my arms, I'm just being checked. I'm pretty sure he's in this arm.

It's a reality I kept begging for.

I gave up for real once. Happy days with her, and relationships.

I thought I'd just have to live another decade of tender days for food. I couldn't help but be scared and scared that one day I would kill Pride with this hand.

It was hard, it was hard, it was hard, it was hard, it was hard. Arthur lost his right arm, Pride betrayed his country, and the world without anyone to rely on withered cold and empty no more in me. Even now, no matter how many times I remember how I felt, I still have hair.

Yet now he danced with her and gave me that word again. There was pride in holding me tight in this hand and laughing in my arms.

".........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

He cried, and his dead voice was silent.

With a fallen shoulder and a round back, I approached her and her back as well. My throat and lungs ache and my conscious breath is repeated to push that fever back. The ambient movement is too slow and dull. The temperature at your fingertips disappears. The tremor, which was supposed to contain it, was severely disturbed.

Pride's fingers enter the gap of the glasses again.

He pays me so many times to stroke a large grain in the belly of my finger that I can't even swallow it. A wet finger slipped through my eyes and at the end glanced at both my cheeks at the same time.

".................. yeah.

It sounded the same as my breath.

The music even stops, and I can only hear it with such a loud voice in an already silent space.... but that's fine with me.

Her face stuck with traces of tears and traces of being bewitched by her. The white hand of the trace that glanced at my cheek with tears circles my neck. I can stroke the hair on my neck and reposition it slightly from above my head. It still only gives me kind words and enjoyment, only a little when she is now.

"For that, help me again.

I put so much effort into my arms that I turned her back against me, I swallow and cry.

Of course, I swear, naturally, in lieu of this life. All those words mix and cloud.

No matter how hard you squeeze your eyelids, the tears endlessly overflow into your eaten, bound mouth. The audience's eyes, their own ugliness, everything doesn't matter now.

My dear she gave me, now I just keep barking like a beast.