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

"… n, is it okay for Mr. Stayle to stay with us?

Arthur hurled to the prince next to him, leaning a bite jock and moisturizing his throat.

As the three Kingsguard knights also face each other by the side, Alan and the others laugh at the style lining up next to Arthur only with their mouths russian.

While Pride was exchanging words with the knights, it was time for Steele to go and labor the knights on her own feet instead, as did Tiara.

It is also time to talk to knights who have not spoken directly to anyone in the royal family, not Kingsguard knights, or knights who want to talk to their own style. Not as much as pride, the knights of Style and Tiara have high support.

But it was at the hands of the familiar Kingsguard and Arthur that the style went straight on its own feet.

"Yes, sister, we can't afford to never work for all of you, your Kingsguard knights.

Stile also put his mouth on the glass again as he returned it to Arthur with a clear face.

The excuse makes sense. But it was also true that Stile wouldn't move from the side of Arthurs, even though much had already passed since he had finished saying hello. And they had guessed without words that they were probably not going to move for a while longer. At least until the swelling in the eyes of the stile catches.

It was unexpected for Stayle herself that she had shown tears in front of all the audience shortly after the dance with Pride.

I didn't even see myself being taken, even though I thought so. Though I only tried to get to the knight's labor as an aide to pride, I also wanted to avoid the style of only being relative to the other knights with my still unswollen eyes. As a result, he was thus lining up next to Arthur and hiding his face in a way that turned his back on the other knights.

"... although others would like to talk to Master Stayle.

There's no one who cares about anything n. So tell me, Arthur thinks in his heart.

Everyone in the Knights understands the details of wanting to cry about pride and how much Style did to get her back.

There is no one here who would make such a fool of him even at the bottom of his belly. In fact, there was not a single person, such as a person, who looked disgusted in that place where Stayle showed tears. Some knights felt like they spoke for themselves.

But it was also not an easy style to forgive the mind where it seemed so by a knight other than Arthur.

"It's okay. Because we talked enough before the dance. Besides, it's still a long night.

Style, who spoke lightly of Arthur, tried to close his eyelids by pulling out his shoulder strength so that he could remain indulgent. It also weighed less than just now, but I still feel slightly swollen.

I pointed my nerves at the facial expressive muscles to delude the shame that had exposed me to ugliness in front of such a large crowd. If you inadvertently recall it, one look becomes more rude, so try not to think about it now.

"No. And I was surprised. I never imagined us knights and royalty would make a scene like this until midnight.

Alan looked around in a bright tone to change the story.

Many knights make noise when swallowed, and many spend time in nature now that they don't even have to worry about Leon or Cedric anymore.

Especially as far as Lance in the United Hanazoo kingdom was concerned, he was so familiar with the knights that he seemed to forget that he was king. I still arm myself with one of the knights and drink alcohol at the same time, laughing happily. If I had dressed as a knight with that, I would have definitely been confused. It was a sociability that Style and Leon could never imitate.

I suppose Joan, the king, who smiles and watches over Lance and the knights beside him, feels the same way, Style thinks.

And Cedric was still walking around searching for each of the knights who annoyed him on the recapture line, but stopping from time to time, he had a conversation with the talking knight to get close to him. So far, I've asked my brother Wang to "Make sure you get along!" No knight could say, "but Cedric's unusual strength was nonetheless rumored among the Knights.

"I didn't know the Knights Commander would forgive you...... I hope it doesn't sound like tomorrow's exercise.

"It's okay. Rather, I think they'll all stay morale up.

Eric returns words with a bitter smile to the column he says as he pays his forehead with his finger.

The knights, who were originally trained to not sleep for about one night or to endure three days and three nights even if the battle system continues, do not sound the feast of the night the next day. Instead, Eric thinks they'll be more on the mission from tomorrow, cleared of the satisfaction of saying they could have spent time with Pride and all the worries they've had.

The column turned to Eric as he returned his words and turned to those further afield than his surroundings. Mixed with the main squad knights, recruits are often gathered on the wall, but now the upbeat knights have caught me saying, "Drink, drink, too, you guys". Recruits seem happy, but I thought it was time to go and speak to the knights so they wouldn't be forced to drink. The trained knights don't have to sound, but some recruits do tomorrow.

"Perhaps the guests of the kingdoms of Anemone and Hanazu will be guided to their rooms by morning...... I don't think it will be long.

Saying so, Style glanced lightly over his shoulder.

Each of the columns nods at the motion. At least looking at the atmosphere now, no one left. No one was doing so. Nor are the knights uncomfortable, even though they are royal opponents. Rather, I am honored and delighted to have a conversation with a royal family that is rarely directly involved.

"There are many knights who also want to talk to Master Steele.

At last, Style frowned slightly at the words from Arthur.

I glanced at Arthur, wondering if he wanted to make himself so evil, and he showed his surroundings with his gaze on the contrary. If you look at it, the number of knights behind it who have been asking for opportunities to talk to Style while he's been talking to Arthurs for a long time.

Nor does Arthur ever want to talk to Stayle. I'm happy to be able to drink like this with Style, and I don't care if you're shoulder to shoulder until morning. But even though there were a lot of knights besides myself who wanted to talk to Stayle, I felt bad that we would always have a monopoly.

I also found out that Arthur cares about me with the style, but still a little dissatisfaction remains. Then I accidentally felt something different from the gaze I was pointing at myself there from the knights. I immediately understood, holding the black edge of my glasses at my fingertips, and now threw it from the style.

"That's what Captain Arthur seems to be for the knights. Are you sure you don't want to talk to me?" Holy Knight.

Geez! and Arthur's shoulders rose and went down greatly to the name.

Moreover, the knights around them turn their gaze to Arthur one after the other the moment they hear the call. Arthur was already so knowledgeable that no one in the castle knew that he had received the title of Holy Knight. Especially in the Knights. It was just after the information turned around and a scene broke out in the practice area.

It is such a great event for them that they cannot help but raise their voices that a knight has appeared who has earned the title of "Holy Knight", which is also a legend, and that it is Arthur. It was more shocking news for the Knights than Tiara's heir to her king and sister.

It wasn't long before I could rush to swing the subject directly to Arthur from the title award of the Holy Knight to the celebration, but there's no way they're all not interested. Now that the party had been extended, it was only natural to want to hang words of celebration on Arthur as well as Pride.

"I'm not calling you by that name right now...!

"It would be true. You're a legendary saint, and now you're paying more attention than me.

Eric and the others laughed at the two people who stared at each other with their eyes alone as they lurked their voices to the extreme and spoke in the usual tone.

We were talking to each other in neat language until just now, and now we're both just letting it go until the struggle. I know Arthur and Style are close. I'm just smiling in their eyes.

Then, as I recall, Eric opened his mouth to the "ah" shape and then spoke with a laugh to Arthur.

"Arthur, I'm telling you, we already know that you and Master Steele are friends.

Including recruits. Arthur raised his voice to the words unexpectedly.

At the same time, the style shifts from Arthur face to face. That alone made me wonder whose fault Arthur found out. "I don't know what you mean" as the momentum raved, but all I got back from the three Kingsguard knights was an indescribable troubled laugh. I look up to them to see if I can tell them from them.

Then Arthur looked round at the knights around him this time to make sure of the words. All the knights, who held back to talk to Arthur and Stayle a few steps away from earlier and had also heard Eric speak, responded to Arthur's gaze twice.

Arthur's friendship with Style is a famous fact for a knight who has been with us for seven years. At the same time, I didn't even know that much about knights after that. But now the knight who shook his head vertically to Arthur is mixed up with even the recruits who joined the Knights seven years ago and later. Seeing himself and Stayle In an even too warm glance, Arthur finally stabbed his gaze at Stayle, who kept slipping away from his face next door.

"... Dear Stayle. Can you tell me what you mean?

The noisy hegemony builds from Arthur, who only reads the words and asks, that I don't think is directed at the prince.

Needless to look at it, he glanced at his neck, and Stayle calmed himself by swallowing a bite of the contents of the glass. Then I return the words as if to whine.

"... we just talked to get a little morale up.

Boosh, and to his solitary voice, Arthur accidentally wanted to roar "Ahhh".

It was Arthur who originally wanted to hide his friendship with Style. From the style, I didn't mind publishing Arthur when I decided to be the Kingsguard Knight of Pride. But still, the style continued to hide properly according to Arthur's request for something until now. But.

"Morale... do you mean?

"Because I'm supposed to lead the Knights in the recapture. I thought it would be more trustworthy from the knights to show that it was a friendship with wounded Captain Arthur.

"If you didn't have to do anything, Mr. Stayle would have earned the trust and support of the knights.

"Captain Arthur was injured and there was confusion from the knights, so I thought it would be just fine.

Eric unwittingly retreats one step later to the tingling and the atmosphere as if a lightning strike was still about to fall.

I also looked at Alan and the column, and I asked if it would have been better not to tell them, but they both had the same opinion with Eric. Even though it was already known in the Knights, it was also just a little pitiful that Arthur himself was showing it at a distance even in front of the Stales and the Knights. Because it's a well-known fact to everyone but the person you're hiding it from.

The knights around me are also a little confused by the two of them making up their arguments in tight and tidy terms like a Cold War state, but it was already a fight I was used to by Alan and the others. Instead, I even get emotional that you've grown into an Arthur who still cares about the eyes of the knights and doesn't get beat up by the style. When we were ourselves, we even spilled a laugh in front of the sight of the present, thinking that we had forgotten what was being watched and eaten our heads up at Stayle. Furthermore, it was clear that Style's words were successfully attempting to mislead, including lying.

It is true that a style stood on the high ground to raise morale to the Knights. But I don't care what you think. I don't even think that Style's words at that time are information that he intentionally included, as opposed to using his friendship with Arthur for morale.

My friend is proud of you for robbing me of my right arm.

No matter how you look at it, the words of Style at that time only seemed undisputed sincerity.

But even though he admits to revealing his friendship, the Kingsguard knights think he has something to hide from Arthur, even in the style of trying to roll smoke at only his own remarks. Except

"Don't beat the crap out of me..."

Only for Arthur, it doesn't work.

Arthur, who had noticed his fix from the look on Style's face, was awesome at Style with his lurking voice. The figure of Arthur, who sounds his fists with a single hand and reveals his anger, was leaking a sufficiently one-touch atmosphere with his pale burning eyes and his hegemony, although it was the words that were not heard. Now I'm more angry at you for trying to delude me with a perky and uncomfortable face toward me than for getting my secrets ripped off on my own.

I understand that Arthur's words read Style's expression of repair as well. Shut your mouth on the way back. The rest of the glass was emptied at once, and after swallowing it, he glanced at Arthur with a jittery look. The figure was not entirely a clear look for the knights, but a murky face to show because he was a close opponent.

"............ I just told them that the anger I hold with them is the same. I didn't have to tell you if you weren't injured or anything.

I'm sorry you got hurt. I just said that. Now Arthur shut his mouth and looked bitter.

Now it was Style's words that were the true and false essence of what he was letting contain.

Arthur, saddened that his injuries had made the styles and knights sick, clogged words and shredded his hegemony as well. There was as much to cut back, but I felt I accidentally decided on the wound of the style myself. I couldn't help but apologize to myself for being angry.

"Hey Lord, Leon said to Teme," Thank you. "

Hyahahaha! and the attention of both of them switched at once to Val, who sounded with a high laugh.

Turning at the same time to the one who speaks badly, Val is walking in a straight line toward Pride with a bad grin with Nitanita. On top of that, the knights were paving the way one after the other for the first prince of the kingdom of Anemone, whom he was walking with his arms around his shoulders. Leon, who has already given up his resistance, walks powerless with his hands drawn to Cefek and Chemetho.

To Val's rambling voice, Pride also turns his jaw from the top of the chair and raises his gaze. The knights around Nature and Pride avoided going left or right to interfere with her sight in the motion. Val walks refreshingly through the middle of the road as if he had broken the sea.

"Val, Leon.

Called to Pride, Leon chewed once in his mouth as he walked shaking, caught by every single Val.

The desire to let the waves keep you running away from me now is at best mixed. I still can't hide the confusion in the emotions that have sprouted in me.

Pride twists his neck at Sefek and Chemetho, who obviously laugh at Leon in a strange and bad way, and pull Leon forcefully. "What the hell is wrong with you," he continued, asking Val, and his niggling intensified.

Their surroundings were terribly quiet as cheerful music was played by the performers. All the knights on this scene have witnessed Val's disrespect for pride earlier during the dance.

The knights were silent about Val and the others being here and dancing with Pride, except for their disrespect for Pride then. Harrison is not the only knight who wanted Val to take a blow if he wasn't at the dance.

The knights increase their alert to Val as he walks over to Pride with Leon held hostage. Thinking he was comfortable with the hostility from them, Val stopped about three meters from Pride in front of him. Nitanitanya and laughing Val and Leon lined up with the sound of Bakubaku's heart getting louder. Pat and there. Releasing his spinning arm from Leon, Val put his hand on the shoulder in front this time. And...

"It's legal now.

To Leon's ear, he whispered with a sound close to his breath with his niggered face.

To the words, Leon put his strength into his squeezing lips. He was ultimately seduced and stared at Val to sue him with a dying face, but his niggling only increased. I'll pull Leon's arm if Val gives the instructions with his hands as they go. Sefek and Chemetho take Leon forward in pride as they grope together.

"Leon. What's wrong?

I wonder if he's not feeling well enough to go home, Pride asks peeking Leon's red face out of his chair.

Shaking his jade eyes and shaking his lips, Leon sat down a bit in front of him in pride. That's all his chest shouted now. I even think it's some kind of illness in the state where my heart dances out, so much so that I know I'm upset myself.

Wore the dress and hair decorations that you chose, that you thought would suit her best, and the words don't come out as well as ever to your adorably decorated pride opponent no more. As usual, there is no genuineness that comes out to flow, no words of praise for her, no words of favor or love. An emotion with a fever is in my throat. I mean, I don't go through my thin throat first.

hesitant, as an ally as a prince and made up a reason in his head, pushing his back to hold his desire in full force with reason was

─ Even I want to dance.

It sprouted, it was a small jealousy of my friends.

"Um... pride.

Ringing a clogged white throat, finally spinning words.

Step further with your rattling feet and walk to her sitting down.

The two loosened their grabbed hands when Leon stepped out in front of Pride himself. If Sefek and Chemetho looked back as they were, they rushed back to Val without saying anything, because Val moved him to gently invite him with only his fingers.

One Leon is left before his pride.

With his fingertips trembling to paralyse, Leon reached for her, reluctantly releasing hand.

"A bar,... even for a moment.

Lie on one knee with your extended hand intact and extend your spine.

The beholder took his breath in its appearance as if to propose. The plundered voice was uncut as it begged, and sweet on top of this.

To Leon's words and appearance, Pride, who opens his purple eyes, ties his lips firmly and also stops breathing. For a few seconds, Leon finally turned a straight, clear eye to Pride, who would continue to wait for me even while I hesitated to say the last word. That look, which had power in his face, frowned and seemed painful, had no smooth grin or lustre but was just rugged and strong.

"With you now, I want to dance.

That voice, ready, trembled with the last breath of exhalation leaving no aftertaste.

Then, at the next moment, that hand is grabbed, stretched without interruption. Immediately after the sound of passing skin and skin matching, the princess who has been sitting up to pop out.

"What are you talking about!

He uttered so in a bright voice, pulling up to make Leon stand on one knee, and with his thin hands pulling him away as he was.

Blurred by her unreadable return of intent and the joy of being taken, Leon moves her legs as she is pulled. Contrary to her dazzling grin, her head blurred, and her feet were surprisingly light.

"I don't have a bar! Let's dance to the end. Ugh!

She raised her voice gladly, and in light steps she pulled Leon to the central floor.

Pride takes my hand, and my dresses and hair swinging deep red shake hard to Leon's brain. My heart bounces and I don't even know to breathe. I just didn't want her smile, her voice, her breathing to miss everything and my eyelids refused to blink.

"Wait... wait, sister! You have to rest."

"I'm off already, it's okay! I forgot I'm tired!

I thought you said you couldn't dance with me earlier.

Raise your voice as Style scolds Pride, who lightly refuses to worry.

Jill Baer, who was beside her pride, once asked why she wouldn't stop, but Jill Baer made her laugh pointing to the clock that an hour had already passed.

I'm especially worried about Style, but Pride isn't hurt either. If she were to say she would take a dance with the prince of her neighbor, there was nowhere else for Chancellor Gilbert to stop.

I can't stop pride combining dance with Leon on the dance floor looking fun as it is. He was also blamed for forcing Leon to interrupt here, who would happily blow his face from the heart.

Waving his gaze as he searched for the spearhead of anger, just ahead Val was waving deliberately toward Style with his hiccups and niggles.

"Oh, ma, ha, ha, ha."

Giving up the pride and leon to dance, rarely for the style, he runs the knight with his big crotch to Val.

If Arthur also continued to follow the style that was getting on Val's provocation, Val mocked both of them even more.

"What did you blow into Prince Leon? ⁉ ⁉

Val looked down at the absurd style nonetheless, keeping her voice down so as not to disturb the two dances. Cefek, who clings firmly to Val in the crowd on both sides, is also lined with Chemetho.

It was obvious from the way they both looked that Leon, who wanted to dance to Pride, was instigated by Val. Above all, Leon can't invite a second dance from himself to pride. Even considering the fatigue of Pride and the fact that it conveyed the thrust of this celebration, it was inexplicable for Leon alone to act.

"If you're the Lord, it's easy to ask me to dance. You're not making a mistake, are you? What's wrong with pushing Sama's back, the pure prince?

"You pushed it or you let Cefek and Chemetho pull it off."

Don't get the two of them involved. Huh? And now Arthur yells.

But that, too, Val just looked delightful. I think Steele's reaction alone was worth burning Leon. If you ignored the two yelling and gently changed the angle of your face, you'd get on the light music that keeps playing and you'd have Leon and Pride looking to play the steps.

"It doesn't matter, it's just one or two dances.

"How many more do you think you've danced with?"

Style peels his teeth off at Val, who talks like it doesn't matter. In contrast, he swirled a black hegemony at Val who would tease him if he kicked him if he didn't count. Arthur said, "Hey!" Grab the shoulder of the style so as to contain it, but the style continues further so as to stir it up in agony.

"Mostly you were at the dance earlier..."

Uh? and Val listens back as he happily raises the corner of his mouth, but also Arthur, who was trying to hold the style back on it, says, "Ah!" He raised his voice.

They both watch Val and Pride dance partly all the time. Finally, even Arthur peels his teeth off gruffly and stares at Val in line with the style.

"That's right, Temehe! Suddenly, I don't know what to do with Master Pride."

"Attacking your sister in front of the public is normal, and that's where you stand."

"What? Would it have been nice to be alone with the Lord instead of the public?

Fuck you! Don't be ridiculous, the two voices roughly matched Val's words that made Kerakera and I look pissed off without stopping laughing.

To his grin of just making fun of two people who are angry and blushing for another reason, Steele seriously thinks I should order him to lay low on the spot. But I stop at the critical point. Instead, throw the question straight to Val without going through your head.

"What the hell do you want with your sister?"

"Ha!... I wonder.

Val laughed off with her nose at the style that roughed her voice as she sharpened her pitch-black eyes.

In response, Style, who thought he misspoke shortly after he spoke, opens his eyes and loses words. To the silent style, Arthur said, "Hey, what's up?" and tapped that shoulder and he opened his mouth to be pushed.

".................. dude. Why couldn't you answer my question now...?

No way. And Style asks incredibly.

Arthur also noticed Style's words and caught his breath. "Temeh..." he zeroed shortly afterwards, but Val just waved to stir it up with a nigga laughing as he enjoyed the reaction between them.

In the next moment, Style and Arthur alternately yell, "What are you going to do?" and "Temeh, did you do anything else to Master Pride?" but the more angry you two got, the more Val just became happy. Finally to Val, who grins with Guerraggera and his belly, the two of them vent their hot air and strip their fangs.

"... hey. Either way, you can't hide it from your friends, can you?

"You're completely shoulder-to-shoulder......

"Although the language is quite disturbing even to Master Stayle.

Alan and the others laugh bitterly at Arthurs' restraint.

The quarrel between the ex-con and the delivery man and the First Prince and the Holy Knight was unnoticed by them, but had stopped in the eyes not only of the Kingsguard knights but also of a large number of knights.

Roderick, the Knight Commander with a far-sighted view, also held his head with one hand, enough to dictate the dance and prominence of Leon and Pride. My son, who has just become a holy knight, disrupts his words with the prince and is totally incited by his priors.

Clark, the deputy captain who was laughing next door, also felt killer from one direction along the way, and had no choice but to turn to forgive Harrison for not speeding up.

Murder, yelling, hegemony and laughter, even the knights in a remote place said, "Is this a fight?" "Who is it?" "The Knight Commander will scold you," he makes a scene. I don't even think dew is the prince and holy knight of my own country.

"... Prince Cedric.

As noise and excitement mingle and ascend without calming down.

Cedric, who was obsessed with Pride and Leon's dancing in the front row, accidentally rang. If you look back to that voice like a bell, Tiara was there shaking her golden wavy hair.

Tiara! and a small step, but the next moment that its lips like buds are in sight, my face boils again.

To Cedric's reaction, Tiara, with her cheeks swollen up, pointed her round eyes. I can't have a decent conversation for life with that reaction forever. You're flat when you talk to me, and I want to complain about why that's what happens when I talk to you from myself. But Tiara, who also knew for sure that Cedric's reason for blushing was her fault, couldn't even say that harshly.

Give up on facing each other and line up next to Cedric silently. If you turn your eyes to Pride and Leon, who gently steps and dances in the front, not him, you turned your gaze towards Cedric so he could fit in too.

I can't read the sincerity, wondering if there are any requirements for me to have spoken to me from Tiara. But I also couldn't find any reason why Tiara, who otherwise hates herself, would bother to sew between busy times and come and speak for herself. Watching Pride and Leon dance that I was obsessed with until just now, I'm busy in my head. Tiara opened its mouth small first thinking if I should encourage it or wait.

"... isn't it nice? Dance between your sister and Prince Leon.

To the abrupt topic in front of her, Cedric blinks one person repeatedly.

"Ah... oh," I return, "but now I can't help but worry more about Tiara's sincerity than their dance. But I went on to say that the corner tiara shook the subject for me but I couldn't let it flow.

Whereas Cedric could hold both fists, Tiara was also squeezing her own hand, layered and fingered in front of her. Having confirmed only that hand on the side, I'm sure Tiara feels complicated too.

"So... but Prince Leon and you would surely be a painting if we danced too.

"That's not true. Your sister's dance is the nicest thing in the world.

I meant to be cared for, but the other way around, I get slapped and broken.

To the dance with Leon and Pride, Cedric accidentally bit his lower lip, wondering if he was hurting his chest. Anyway, Tiara, I get depressed when the other guy just goes around empty-handed.

I don't know how Tiara takes love from Leon, but there's no way she can shake his heart without a beating. Cedric also knew that Tiara had gone through every day with Pride when she showed herself active in the recapture.

What's more, I think Leon's eyes were definitely real when he showed up thinking about Tiara during the recapture. Marriage between the Prince of the kingdom of Anemone and Tiara, a neighbouring country, became impossible at the time Tiara's special abilities were exposed. But I also don't think it's possible to erase the thoughts that sprouted once. Don't let yourself get rid of your feelings for Tiara even though you don't think it's going to happen.

I can't even look directly at her face, looking at the beautiful sight in front of me. Only silence and time pass. Cedric, who stood next to me at the corner but ate and tied his teeth to see if he could do nothing, decides to be ready.

Forced to turn to her side by the power of her will, she asks her questions with a suppressed voice.

"Tiara. Because... the other day, it was something. Um," even if you ask for sincerity about something that wasn't an oath. "

"I don't want to tell you.

It is severely broken to wield the whip again.

Tiara tilted her face small at herself shortly after she called her name and looked back at me with a round eye, but the moment she brought up the topic, her eyes turned hard again and turned away to the front.

Sorry...... and Cedric drops his shoulder while apologizing drops his gaze to his feet. If Tiara doesn't like it, you can't force her to ask. Above all, in case that sincerity is for the same reason as one's dreaming, asking any more would also be an act of shaming a woman. I can't give up hope, even though I don't think Tiara could be for that reason.

"... I hate to say it, though.

Possy, and continued with a small voice like Tiara whispering after a little silence.

As you can see, her gaze remains poured on Leon and Pride. Words are the ones that point at Cedric, but they don't try to point me to my gaze.

But still, waiting for the continuation of her words, Tiara's cheeks gradually stained with peaches. With his jaws and overlapping hands slightly trembling, he desperately suppresses his rubbing voice, his gaze shifting away from Cedric in the opposite direction, releasing words with his face in front.

"... instead... so, you can take it if you want to dance, go away...

is. Cedric's eyes are opened.

She still doesn't face Cedric, letting her pearl-like sweat pass from nervousness to her cheeks to her neck muscles, trembling with her hands stacked and held. However, only his voice clearly reached his ear as it rubbed up and about to disappear.

Is it because you want to dance alongside pride instead of Leon, or is it just kindness? I can't think of anything else, such as why Tiara would tell me I could take my own hand that I hate.

"Ah... if you would invite me..."

I just don't think Cedric would mind any of that right now.

Dyed her skin peachy to shame, slightly trembling her fine voice and uttering her words, she is adorable and adorable enough to flatten all of it.

Light and cheerful music rings, and the first woman I ever loved is there wearing a beautiful dress. Then nowhere else is there a reason not to invite me.

Turn to Tiara physically and kneel down with her golden hair. Suddenly kneeling caused his hem and golden hair to shake and spread under wind pressure. As a royal, he reaches out to her dazzled, conscious of the behavior he deserves to invite her to his fingertips.

"Please give me the highest honor to dance with you first. I want to dance with you more than anyone else in this world.

Her Royal Highness Princess Tiara Royal Ivy II, and. That's what they say in neat language, and Tiara's face rapidly gets hot to her ears.

Cedric naturally remembers that Tiara doesn't like her awed words. But still, on this occasion I wanted to behave as the king brother of the United Hanazoo kingdom, the person who deserved to ask her to dance.

Small hearts make incredibly loud noises in his words with sincerity.

─ Let's get started.

"Leon! Thanks for inviting me. I'm so happy to dance with you again.

"It's my dialogue. Because you are the most attractive person in the world right now.

- Very, very happy.

"What have you done to my sister so far without our knowledge?"

"Was that what you were after from the beginning, Themé?"

"If you want to know. Ah, you ask the Lord directly.

─ A story that no one can give way to.

"Hey...... I was so excited to kill you from Harrison's earlier.

"I can't even do it. Obviously, the delivery guy and Arthur have a disturbing conversation...

"Oh, but the vice president is on his way.

─ Best happy stories ever.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Your Majesty. If you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know.

"It's outrageous! We enjoy it above all else.

"Lance, although I also feel you are rather too familiar... By the way, Chancellor Gilbert, didn't you see Cedric?

─ Let's get started.

"... with pleasure.