The Most Heretical Last Boss Queen Who Will Become the Source of Tragedy Will Devote Herself for the Sake of the People
685. The Princess of Destruction receives,
"Today, I'm sorry, Pride. Tomorrow is the last day, but I've kept you waiting till this hour.
The night before.
During the time they were usually in their dreams, they visited.
Style, who brought Arthur and Tiara to my room on an instant trip, turns a grinning smile on me. Tiara, who was first moved momentarily, also rocked her body with a pranky smile as soon as she visited my room, "It's exciting that I'm doing something wrong." She gave her heels up and back again. It's late at night, and I was worried I wouldn't be sleepy, but now I didn't seem to worry at all.
Further on, Arthur was also instantly moved in with Stayle,... and for some reason his face was already slightly lit by tension. I looked at it every year and wondered what was wrong with it, and for some reason I even had the same complexion to the style I picked up.
Right now, I thought it was my fault because the whole room was dim with a few lights, but the two faces that came under the lights are still more lit than usual. "Thank you for waiting..." said Arthur, greeting him with a disappearing voice, while the style remained the same except for his complexion.
Give them a heartfelt smile back from me, "That's outrageous," to Style, who hung up the words again.
"Thank you every year for this one.... I'm so glad the three of us are celebrating our birthday again this year.
My birthday, the night before.
Every year on this day, the three of us celebrate my birthday. And this year, that didn't change.
Arthur's favor for me to ear before bedtime was about tonight's time change. How could it have been so late at night and a little strange, but I'm sure even the Knights were busy. For the first time since the recapture, guests from outside the country will also be invited to a large number of ceremonies.
Happy Birthday! And Tiara offered me the first gift she had in both hands.
The smile is like a sun. Even though it was me who received it, he looked up with a dazzling grin as if Tiara was the one who got it. Once placed on the desk as prompted, and then the contents were opened, cute hair decorations had been delivered.
"I'm so happy to welcome you and your sister today, too! You will definitely continue to celebrate every year!
Make him jump, lurking his voice so he can't hear it outside the room.
His eyes were glittering and full of laughter like a starry sky. He grips my hands so tightly that once he takes the hair ornament in his hand, he laughs so hard that he can laugh wrinkles on his neat face. I was happy about that, and... I smiled back, too, as I was so happy I almost cried a little.
Grateful for the hair decoration, he hugs me to jump in the next moment if I put it back in the box that I carefully put on my desk. "Love it!" And Tiara, with her white, thin arms and full of affection, held me back as much as I could. Tiara is really too much of an angel already.
After holding each other tight for a while, Tiara looked back to the two of them, "Brother, Arthur too," as she urged them to slowly loosen their arms to each other, and took a few steps back to pave the way. Tiara retreating to the skip mix with her fingers together on her back sounds like a lot of fun just that.
Then as Tiara's words pushed me, now I'll also line up with Style and Arthur behind it.
Style gently offered me the wrap in his hand as he tied his lips like it lit up. Receive it with both hands and check it on your desk, it's a beautiful fountain pen as you'd expect.
"I, too, am so glad to welcome this day with pride again… with you now. Please continue to serve for the Queen. I'll do everything I can to help.
Steel, with his tense face and still pointing his pitch-black eyes straight at me, was a more traceable way of speaking than usual.
It's still so sweet of you to talk about it every sound of it. Give me back my thanks and you laughed at me. I can't believe I'm looking for such a comforting assistant anywhere in the world.
Once I took the fountain pen in my hand, the deep red glow lit up hard by the small lights.
The curtains closed and the whole room is now dim with small lights illuminating what is happening so that the security outside doesn't notice. I thought that was why, but if I kept it close to the light and confirmed the decoration of the fountain pen seriously, it was still the color I thought it would be.
"... that's especially nice this time.
As soon as I'm sure, I'm kind of happy and my mouth looses on its own.
How so? and on the style with his shoulders up and down small for a moment, I let the three of them clearly see the fountain pen he sent me, "Because".
The fountain pen you send me every year is no different based on deep red, but the jewels of design and decoration are different every time. And this year, he gave me jewels scattered around the fountain pen.
"Because it's the same color as the style.
The jewels glowing in pitch black were the same color as the eyes and hair of the style.
As the object he gave me, he gently wraps that shine with one hand that is no more, reaching out to the eyes of the style that shines just like the gem with his opposite hand. I gently snuck my fingers through the gaps in the black edge glasses on a round, eye-opening style and gently stroked them under my eyes.... Yeah, it's the same beautiful color after all.
Is it a coincidence, or did you dare? Either way, it doesn't change nicely. I thought that was the most attractive design I've ever had.
He nodded silently only once after concealing his mouth with the back of his hand if he told him again that his fluffy, black-edged glasses were cloudy.... I guess it was a coincidence. If so, I reflect a little that my sister may have been embarrassed to be at a good age and paranoid on her own. But it really looked the same color.
Arthur will now step forward so that he can give way to the style that will take him back to next to Tiara, fluttering a few steps as it were.
The fountain pen was treated carefully to the original box, and I also greeted Arthur with my hands in front of my chest.
Arthur's eyes were swimming as he offered me a small wrap that looked important in both hands. So nervous this time. I tell her thanks and receive them, wondering if she is able to flourish.
I put it on my desk and opened the wrap and as usual it contained a beautiful piece of cake. If you take it in your hand and lift it, the tip of the string is connected with adorable flower-shaped ornaments. Even more than usual, it is apparently something that has been stuck together to make every single petal and then overlap. Most importantly, my face broke just because of the finely engraved date and signature on the petals in my eyes.
"This one,... Me, too, is special. I can't think of any more elaborate construction... It's good to be able to give it this way. Also, let me give it to you next year... please.
Were you ashamed of the shape of the flowers?
Even before, you've made it into a form for flowers and girls.
Arthur is a little adorable for saying he's so pompous. But when I told her my sincere sentiments that it was very nice and cute, she laughed happily with a gentle loose face with power throughout.
Yes, the smile you gave me back is so soft that it's no different than it was eight years ago, and my chest gets pouty and warm.
Although there have always been times when flowers and plants have been shaped, this is the first time I have ever built flowers from every single petal. Moreover, the entire flower was extra sumptuous because of the larger shape of the petal. Welded, now an exclamation leaks into an iron petal that you can't even pull with your fingertips. Really, you must have really let me get my hands on it many times before.
"... Wow, that's so luxurious.
What I thought would go straight into my mouth.
I fell in love with the fine construction as I stroked the outline of the petal many times at my fingertips. I'm more than happy that you let me put so much effort into making it.
It also seemed as if Arthur's kindness was all condensed that he chose this to please me even though he was ashamed to give it to me.
"Luxury, do you...? I raise my gaze to Arthur, who asks me back," I was dropping to the ornament.
Deep pale eyes, beautiful enough to tell even in a dim room, were pointed at me with a full circle. With beautiful, clear eyes that are no different from the old days, I think he remains clear in all his mind and soul. He's been a knight captain now, my Kingsguard knight, and...
"I'm sure I'm the only princess who could send flowers to the Holy Knight.... right?" Dear Arthur... "
Now he's a holy knight to be revered by the masses.
All the adorable petals that made up the luxurious flowers were in the form of adorable hearts. It's really cute and nice and makes me wish these flowers really existed. The shade of Arthur's face was further enhanced if he laughed in a slightly pranky mood as he stood.
The change in complexion is so clear that it can be seen even if it is dim, there is a small voice from Russia's open mouth saying "…". Maybe all of a sudden she atrophied because of the princess.
But he's no stranger to the people calling him that once he gets down from the royal family. That's why I wanted to call you that... but it didn't work.
Around, for a moment, Arthur sways loudly and stomps on his own before I reach out. "I'm sorry I called you weird all of a sudden!," he apologized hastily, shaking his neck as his body leaned aside as a boom.
I thanked Arthur again for the atrophy I still couldn't solve, and then I returned the lovely decorated box once. And then I tell the three of them thanks again, and then I treat them politely one by one.
Hair decorations and fountain pens are served in their respective drawers, and the tweezers are sandwiched between recently read books. That's what's decided every year, where my treasure is stored.
At the end of the day, if you try to put a book with a pinch of a pinch on it on the bookshelf, Style will arrange it in its usual place with "me" and special abilities. Immediately after the moment moved, the interlocutory large ornament swayed from the book, claiming to exist. I thought I'd have to figure out a place to line up the rest of that before filling all the space on the bookshelf.
"Pride."
... suddenly. Unlike earlier, a voice was hung from next door, like the surface of the night.