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

"How did you open it?!" Don't let the kid come in on his own... "

Uncle's filthy yells are blown away.

He suddenly jumped in, but his uncle didn't give him a single glance. Thanks to you, my legs were thrown out, but there's no way your uncle won't do anything like this. If I looked over Jeanne's shoulder with my arm on my back, I would just reach over here.

As soon as Jeanne's clothes were sucked into her soaked vision, she took a breath. Get out of here. Shortly thereafter, the uncle with a pointed muscle in his face slapped Jeanne's tied back hair with his thick hand.

Touch it...

Bashi, I'm sorry.

Just before she grabbed it, the other one bounced his arm off the side of your uncle's elbow.

In an instant, even though I was supposed to be looking, I couldn't see. My uncle's eyes widened and he pointed at me. Your scary face stretches out stupidly, retracting your hands like you've even touched a fire.

Another shadow that jumped in with Jeanne, Jack.

Without knowing what's going on... I think he was caught at school once. Even though I wasn't a knight, I didn't even have a smoke screen.

Uncle wields a punch at Jack in retaliation for being played. But I was able to avoid it by just leaning my face to the side. Anyway, if I tried to grab it, I would be able to dodge it again by flapping my arms. Even if I tried to kick it with my feet, Jack would only jump lightly.

Jack can barely escape from me and Jeanne, but his tears stop because he can't believe it. When I thought my mouth was wide open, my uncle's eyes were round enough to roll.

My uncle yells at Jack this time, saying, "What's up? Jeanne, who clutched me, and Jack, who was strangled, weren't scared at all. Rather, now... Jack's blinding gaze, which silently gazed back at his uncle, was scarier. Even my skin felt cold, and my shoulders rose and fell to a different coldness than when my uncle almost broke them. I doubt my memory that the back of my silver-edge glasses was so scary.

Jeanne, who seemed so annoyed and scared behind her, had never even tried to look back at you. I can't find words in the strength of my arm, as if I'm fine anymore.

"Don't touch that person or Nate." Next time, I'll break my bones. "

Jack opened his mouth quietly as his uncle continued to scream.

It was when the roaring uncle reached out again to grab Jeanne. From the side, his arm was fisted, and his uncle's arm, which was more than twice as thick as Jack's, retracted. Holding down the fisted arm, uncle snorted his teeth and grabbed Jack. My uncle, who doesn't even think it hurts how many times I hit him, pulls his arm back every time Jack plays him.

Jack's voice, just standing upright, was incredibly low. I can see that Jack is still overwhelming his adult uncle, even though he doesn't want to touch himself.

"Ufu,... no way..."

My uncle, who had a bright red face, thought that he had stepped back for a moment and took the chair.

With a swing, Jack and we swing to the side trying to get rid of each other. Inadvertently, I winked, but the chair didn't bump into me for a long time. Instead, what I heard was a vibration that swayed to the floor. When I opened my eyes thinly with my cannibalized teeth,... my uncle was lying on his back.

I let go of the chair and pressed my chin with both hands, so I thought it was a strangely calm head that might have been put in Jack. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

"That doesn't bump into Jeanne and Nate either." Next time, I'll break your jaw. "

Jack, pale, looks down at his uncle as he rolls into a lower position.

I can only wonder why my uncle, who is so big, is not scared. My uncle stomped on the floor with his feet rolling and still seemed to be unable to speak due to the pain. In the meantime, Jack picks up only the rolling chairs and stands back in the corner of the room. Forgetting to stare at the flat figure, Jack turned to me and said, "The chair is not broken." I don't know what that means.

"Nate, I'm sorry... if I could move faster..."

Jeanne's voice came to her ears as her moaning uncle stopped yelling.

The thin, squeezing voice was about to cry. I tried to say why, but my throat was dry and I really couldn't speak. Speaking of which, I recall that I was only shouting and screaming until just now. I was thirsty and swollen, and I squeezed out my voice without force, and it only sounded like a rusty screw.

In the meantime, Jeanne murmured in her ears, "If I hadn't noticed such an injury so many times," "If I hadn't noticed sooner," "... what would have happened if I hadn't been hurt?" None of them knew why Jeanne was depressed. That's why they're here. I didn't want to tell Jeanne and the others where the house was so that it wouldn't be like this.

There are two ways. One way is to solve it immediately. But I want you to help me instead. Tell us how to take us to your house once, and when we are going to come. "

The first two methods Jeanne proposed.

The first thing I needed to do... was tell my uncle and my family when they were coming.

Jeanne found out that I was selling my invention with special abilities, and she suggested a way to get her uncle out of the house. That's why I was told to tell you where the house was and when my uncle was coming, but... I couldn't choose.

I was scared.

Whatever Jeanne is going to do, my uncle is big, scared, and stupid, but I know best about it. I was afraid to meet Jeanne and her uncle, or to be beaten again if they failed. I'm not going to be killed because I can invent it, but I thought my uncle would bury it as easily as Jeanne and the others. Besides, I knew that I couldn't even do anything about my uncle with the help of that knight. I didn't want to involve my uncle and Jeanne in anything else.

And now Jack is rolling the uncle alone. I think the first way was for Jack to get rid of my uncle. I didn't know Jack was so strong.... but really, this is all for my uncle.

"Jeanne, let me see your injuries. I'll even take first aid first."

Jack kneels down and touches Jeanne's shoulder.

Yeah, Jeanne, who was overflowing with thin sounds, slowly loosened her arm around me. The thin feeling of your arms falling off, for some reason, is very much in your head. Losing Jeanne's support and trying to get up by herself because she didn't want to roll around on the floor, Jack woke her up on her back saying, "Don't push yourself."

If you let me sit on the edge of the wall, I could see more clearly into the house. Even though I am not a doctor, I wondered how I could see the injury, but I was strangely used to checking the injuries and painful places. I was checked from face to belly to feet...... "Nothing is broken." As soon as I said that, I felt dizzy with Jeanne, who was weak.

My whole body hurts, but I felt so relieved that I died just because it wasn't broken. However, even if I was told that the wound was pushed out, internal bleeding, or even that it was difficult to change clothes, I was so relieved that it didn't really get into my ears,... and the tremor boiled up again.

Gatan, and.

"What the hell are you...? Get the fuck out!!!!"

My uncle, who held his chin, rose again.

The moment I heard that voice, I felt like I was being pulled back into reality. Your uncle's retaliation is not over yet.

Jack stood in the way and looked at his uncle. Jeanne leaned against the wall and hugged me again to protect me. This time, my face turned to my uncle, who was firmly behind me.

"It's up to you to leave." I won't allow you to show up in front of Nate and the others again. "

A sharp voice is clearly emitted next to your ears.

My voice, which didn't feel any frightening colors, stopped me from trembling. Unlike her usual voice, her strong penetrating voice was the same as Jeanne's, as if she were someone else.

My uncle roars, but Jack won't come forward if he stops. It seemed that his uncle, who had slightly deflected his throat, had already admitted that Jack was stronger. With his teeth tied up, he stabbed me in the eye he had caught at Jack or Jeanne. As soon as my eyes met, I felt my breath stuffy before I was killed.

”Nate...... Remember that?”

The last low voice seemed to drain the whole body's blood.

Only the forgotten heart rattles again in the bloodshot eyes as you rub your chin. The sweat burst out, and the tremor rushed to my toes again. I realized that it was only at this moment that I could get rid of my uncle. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or tonight.

Your jaw is trembling, your teeth are chirping, and you can't eat or tie them down. I couldn't take my eyes off Uncle Meng's face, and only the sound of tightening the screws leaked out of my throat. Next time, it's really no good. Either tonight or tomorrow, this time they're gonna kill me, not break my leg.

I told you I won't forgive you.

Kon, Kon.

A light knock was made from the open door.

In a voice I didn't even know, my uncle groaned back, "Ahhhh!" The voice of the Lord, who could not be seen clearly in the light, was a tall man.

The man does not try to come inside, standing like he is blocking the door, as Uncle Temae yells. From his clothes, he didn't look like a guard or a knight. He was a man by his voice and tallness.

Without even responding to my uncle, I turned my face to me. After Jeanne and the others, they ignored my uncle as if he wasn't in my sight, and waved their hands at me with joy.

"Hello, Nate. May I come in the house?"

Who are you?

That's what I wanted to say, but I only heard one sound with my throat crushed. Jeanne, who clenched her arms, nodded in her ear and shook her head vertically without knowing why. Then, a man who could not be seen in the backlight comes into the house with Katan Katan. The figure of the man who only knew the shadows was clear, and I could see my eyes becoming round.

The uncle also shouted, "What's the matter with you?", but he took two steps back from the man's figure. I was absolutely convinced that we were from a different world. As soon as he entered the house, the man who graciously said, "Thank you for the invitation," turned a smooth smile to me. She waved her hand at me again, not knowing what to say, and then finally turned to her uncle.

"I'm going to make a deal with Nate next time." I stopped by on my way to see my friends, so I thought I'd just say hello. ”

"It's a deal, huh?... no way it's..."

"Yeah, his [invention]." I was really lucky. We rarely have a chance to negotiate directly with the inventor. "

That's not good.

All at once, my shoulders rose and I stretched. He's the merchant Jeanne told me about. I didn't expect you to bring me to adulthood.

Uncle's bloody eyes sharpened. I can't do it anymore. My uncle knows I'm selling my invention. The real one really gets killed. I'm not the only one. My uncle will definitely kill the merchant. I can't forgive my uncle, who hasn't even allowed others to see the invention, for trying to sell it to anyone other than himself. Not just me, but the merchants. If your uncle does that, even a merchant who seems like such a good person will not be able to make a deal with his tail rolled up. Everything you've put up with so far will be ruined. If this were to happen, I would regret that I would have kicked my uncle out of the house sooner, no matter how much I could do it next time.

My uncle steams with a bright red face. Bullshit, his invention belongs to me. If I don't get close to Nate again, he'll kill me, spit on my heels, and yell at me. Jack didn't move this time, even as he walked up to the merchant with his big strands. All he did was look at his uncle and the merchant as he stood beside Jeanne and stood still. Finally, uncle's hand stretched out to the chest of the merchant who continued to smile smoothly.

Chaki.

"Disrespectful. Get your hands off him now."

─At that moment, it was a mistake.

Another arm stretched from the open door. The hand holding the silver glowing sword pushed straight against the uncle's neck, grabbing the merchant's chest.

The merchant's complexion did not change despite the sword passing right next to his face. He looks at his uncle with a smooth smile on his face and grabs his own chest. The merchants kept their mouths shut, as if they knew this would happen from the beginning.... but your uncle's face is pale.

Just as if the bright red was a lie, my uncle, who had drawn blood and turned pale, grabbed his chest and his hands were hardened. I'm not letting go, I'm not letting go.

The tip of my gaze was not directed at the merchant, but at the man in the light who was pointing his sword at me.

And I know this voice.

"N-No... why is there a knight here...?"

"Let go of your hand, and if you want to assault him any more, I will mock him here."

The knight's voice was torn apart so that his uncle could wake up in a flash as his eyes almost overflowed with trembling voices.

A strong, straight voice is quieter and sharper than any voice I've ever been annoyed with. Even though that scared uncle was so scared, he wasn't scared of me. I finally noticed that my tremors had stopped....... I'm really here.

In response to the knight's voice, my uncle let go of the merchant as he waved his arms. The merchant who grabbed the wrinkles in his chest lightly, his expression remained the same for a long time. I'm more scared of this one.

Step by step, the knight stepped forward to stand alongside the merchant. Even though I look the same as I do when I see you at school, I can't believe how dressed I am now.

"This is an active criminal. I will take you in right now." If you resist, I won't guarantee your safety. "

I'm a good citizen.

"What is" good "when you unilaterally use violence against a child that you can't resist?"

Piercing, Jeanne's voice cracked in.

She was trembling slightly when she thought she had put her strength into her arms holding me tight. My uncle stared at me with his eyes as if to change the tip of his spear. It was faster for Jeanne to continue than to open her mouth to say something.

"Nate's ability is a talent for Nate. It's not meant to fatten your own stomach. It's all his right to use it or not."

Jeanne's purple eyes glowed dazzlingly as she turned to her face.

I can only feel the strength of my eyes now that I've been caught. My uncle didn't ask Teme to blow up the frustration and yelled at me, but I didn't feel scared anymore either. It felt like I was looking at a howling wild dog, and I looked at my uncle, who was trying to put a handcuff on the column. Stop, why, unjustly, I'll let my uncle yell that I didn't hit him and turn his hand behind his back.

"The charges are [incomprehension], [assault], [humiliation] and [extortion]. When you turn your blade against him, your sins will be settled."

"This is just like my house. What's wrong with throwing out the bastard who came in there?"

While being restrained as much as possible, my uncle shouted with his mouth to resist.

When I heard that you were an aristocrat, you came pinning. The blue-haired merchant in front of us looks different from the clothes we wear. Moreover, the Knight's "this one" is such a great one. I think Jeanne came all the way here to do this.

If Column is here, and your uncle touches the nobleman, we can get him. But is this really the only way to escape from your uncle? I'll be punished again, come out, and this time I'll retaliate.

"His Royal Highness Prince Leon Adonis Coronaria." The First Prince of the Kingdom of Anemones. "

...... What about you?

Time stops at the words of the column.

Both my uncle and I were told to open our mouths and the expression hardened. "Prince......" After more than a minute, my uncle snorted his throat. The squinting eyes were pointed at the opponent who was grabbing his chestpiece with his shivering lips. The man who thought he was a merchant responded with a smooth smile to his uncle who was twisting his face while sweating.

"If Nate's house is like yours, then Prince Leon is an ally of Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Pride, who will be the Queen of the Year." Raising his hand to him was disrespectful and agreeable to Pride.... you'll be officially tried at the castle. "

Chancellor Gilbert is expecting you. As soon as the column came to a close, my uncle burst out to escape.

Wait, I didn't know why the prince was here. I never let go of my uncle, who was twisting his body while screaming, "Let go." With one hand, I grabbed my uncle's bigger hand and threw it across the door.

"Erik, I'm sorry, can you take this man?" Prince Leon will be escorted by me. "

I understand, and a reply comes from outside the door.

Thinking that he was still there, a knight dressed like Column came and pulled his uncle. I was distracted when I wondered if you would really take me with you. If you keep watching your uncle disappear without your mouth shut, you'll hear another voice through the open door.

"Val, I need you to take this man to the castle with First Officer Erik."

"Huh? If you're not in a hurry, it's good to let them walk."

"Suh... Phillip, it's okay, I can go without a horse at this distance."

The voices you know and the voices you don't. I squeezed my eyes at the light behind the door, wondering if Philip was outside too. Even though it was swollen, I couldn't see well. The light behind the door was dazzling and I couldn't see well.

Philip came in, but it only seemed like he had emerged from the light. It is strange that the sun is still rising, even though it has been so long since yesterday.... even though it's been a long time.

Well, Nate, I wonder if I could say hello again.

Not a merchant... but a prince who calls me by my name in a calm tone.

Unlike Tan, Tan, and his uncle, who walked up with fine shoes that didn't have any dirt on them, his throat got extra dry when he met the prince. Jeanne gently frees her arms from me and sideways.

The prince who saw Jeanne not over her shoulder looked extra sacred when she realized it was so. Even though it's a woman's face, I can tell that she only walked the polished path after she was born with a beautiful face like a sculpture.

Compared to that, my uncle stepped on me and my dirty clothes got soaked with water and sweat, soaking up blood. It was not surprising that the royalty had made a fool of herself.

Now that my uncle's been taken, I'm afraid that touching the prince here will be a crime. Even so, the prince turned a mild smile and knelt down on one knee so that he didn't care at all. He looked at me as I leaned against the wall and reached out.

"My name is Leon Adonis Coronaria, the First Prince. I'm looking forward to your [invention]. Thank you very much for your continued support."

The prince asked for a handshake.

I don't know whether it is because of the wound or because of tension that my arm doesn't move like it's numb. I think that everything in front of me is too crazy and it is a dream.

Definitely a dream, definitely. It is impossible for this to happen continuously. I mean, my uncle beat me all night and broke my leg. Where are you dreaming from? I don't know, but it's a dream. I mean, even your hands aren't moving, they're shivering, they're not hurting, and even the prince's hands are definitely going to be able to hold them.....

Nice to meet you, Nate.

... I got it.

When I noticed, my hand stretched out into the prince's hand. As soon as he touched my hand, the prince's hand was dirty as a matter of course. She still shakes my hand and doesn't know how to breathe. My eyes dried up as I thought to myself, "How do I do it in the blink of an eye?" Only the prince laughed in a relaxed voice, “I don't mind when my injury heals.” I wonder if a beautiful face like a woman has ever picked you up before you died. I mean, it's weird. Why is it that the merchant Jeanne introduced us to is the prince of a neighbouring country?

Your Royal Highness Prince Leon, I apologize for the inconvenience. May I have Nate's first aid?

Oh, of course. When the prince smiled back at Column's voice, he let go of his hand and stood up slowly.

The alternating hip-down column puts a hand on my head's goggles first. I thought it would be stolen for a moment, but... it was stronger if it was okay. When I took off my forehead goggles and said "I'll take it off", I was put on my clothes.

"I'll catch a cold at this rate." Where are your clothes? I want you to tell me where to change. "

When the undressed clothes were placed on the floor, they sounded damp. I think it was more messed up than I thought.

The gloves are taken off and the upper body is peeled off. I was told where the clothes were and when I tried to answer it, I was able to say it more carefully this time. Column picks up the bird's voice closer to the ear. Jack ran to the back of the house after explaining to the side the state of my injury, “I'm going to go get it.” Philip sighed, “I'll help you find it, too,” and followed behind him. Jeanne said to the two of them, "Please stay away from Captain Column."

"If it's hard to talk, don't push yourself." But if anything happens, don't hesitate to tell me. "

That's why the column first wiped my damp body with a cloth. While checking the mole, I traced it with my finger, and said, "Is there any part of this time where it is hidden by the bandage?" I'll get a confirmation. Nothing to hide, my uncle kept beating me and I didn't have time for that.

The cloth sucks sweat, water, and blood, and it quickly gets dirty. The cup was unexpectedly offered directly next to me as I chased it with my vague eyes.

"Nate, can I drink it? I think it's drinkable water."

There was a jug on the shelf, and Jeanne approached her mouth with a cup. It's a different jug from the one that my uncle called. Instead of saying that I could drink it at all, she tilted my mouth so that I could drink it. When I moistened my throat to calm down, it was full of heat. If you drink nearly half and let go of your mouth, you can breathe in naturally and deeply.

When I said "ah" when I tried it, it was rattled, but I was able to say it properly. When Column asked me what was wrong, I was able to say, "Nothing." I think I have a terrible voice.

I looked around the room vaguely, wrapped in a bandage just because I was bleeding in the column. Before that, there was only me and my uncle, and there was a column, and the prince was standing, and from the direction of my room, I heard a noise saying, "Well, I think every room is arranged like you." And next to that.....

"... you. What is it...?"

Grabbing half of the glass, Jeanne frowned with anxiety, and a question arose.

Jeanne asked in a rattling voice, and Jeanne blinked back. I don't know the prince, but I don't know him at all. You're going to introduce me to the prince of a neighbouring country, or you're going to bring me here. Moreover, just because Jack is so strong, she jumped in front of her uncle. Even though I was weak, I could have stayed out of the house with Philip if I hadn't been stuck with me and followed the column.

Until he answered, Jeanne looked at the prince as if she was in trouble once, if she kept squinting her purple eyes. Then look at the column, and if you return your gaze to me at the end, you'll laugh at me with your troubled eyebrows.

I'm with Nate.

I promise you, we're on your side.

... the words of the first day they were found were returned as they were.

With her mouth closed, she couldn't say anything and her eyelids disappeared. Looking back at the strangely slow and heavy sound of her heart, Jeanne put her cup on the floor and put her hand on my hand. It's amazing how cold I was at a warm temperature.

At Jeanne's temperature, the sensation of blood flowing through her fingertips spread to her shoulders. The feeling that it's not over gloves has been around for a long time, and now I remember that people's hands are soft.

"I'm not the only one." Everyone in this house is on your side right now. "

The warm heat and flowery Jeanne's eyes were still a little red.

Even if you laugh brightly, it's only natural that you've been crying before. My clothes were wet and dirty when I looked at them from the front, and all my clothes were stained. Jeanne, who laughed as if she hadn't done all that, took my hands in two layers.

The warmth wrapped in both hands was similar to the heat of the sun.

I remember the day I invented it in a bright place just before my uncle found it. Everything was pleasant, in terms of size and wind, unlike the closed room.... no matter what I do outside, I won't be beaten anymore.

My uncle is no longer here.

Jeanne, who was bright and just laughing, seemed to be saying to her, "It's over."

”I don't need to hide the pain anymore.”

"Ahh....."

Don't do this.

A gentle voice that doubts whether it's a human voice, inadvertently enters again.

The warm hands and the stroking voice are so nostalgic. It was supposed to be this way until a little while ago. Someday, I remember being so scared that I didn't take that for granted.

While Jeanne's smile melted into the back of her chest, it lit up to the part where she was frightened and frozen. I remember the place where I pretended not to notice.

Borori and the feeling of a large grain coming out of her eyes became clear. Although he endured it with his devoured teeth, his breath only became hot. It was bitter, and I wanted to raise my voice, so I started screaming from the inside.

When I remembered just a few minutes ago, my teeth got rough on my chin. When I thought that it was really broken in a little while, my legs trembled honestly. The place where my uncle stepped on me was disgusting, throbbing and hot. The feeling that echoed to the core of my body and my whole body froze with blood.

Even though your uncle isn't here anymore, you're attacked by the feeling of stepping on my feet again right now. It was not long before Jeanne and the others noticed that their teeth were clinking. Jeanne, who had a smile on her face before, shakes my hand and closes it as if she was in a hurry.

"Does it hurt? Is it cold? Wait a minute, Jack and the others will bring clothes and take you to the doctor."

"...... ah...... I...... I......"

A squeezed voice came out of the tooth gap. I don't want to imagine how messy my face is.

The column stops wrapping the bandage and puts his hand on his jacket. In the meantime, I desperately stopped the words from my mouth with my teeth, but I can't stand them anymore. Cold, Cold, Cold, Cold...

Your shivering lips are thinning out your breath. My breath changes like hyperventilation, and I grip and pull Jeanne, who wraps my hands around me like a fever.

My hands were too weak to ask for my freedom, and I couldn't even pull on the fragile Jeanne, who was leaning on me when I noticed it. It's buried in Jeanne, dirty with tears and crumpled faces. Jeanne and Nate put their hands on my shoulders. My chest hurts, my lungs hurt, my throat, my breath, my legs, everything is shaking, it's hot, it's painful, it's cold.

"I was so scared......"

I screamed again.

The moment I spit out, my voice came out of my throat as if it was broken, and I kept crying without being able to form words.

With only Jeanne's hand and her clothes grasped, she kept getting strength in her throat. I can't stop crying out loud like a kid, thinking he's dressed badly. The sound of "ahhhhhhhh" rattles and makes me cry.

No matter how much fear you spit out, it doesn't stop, and your head goes white. I stretched my throat over and over again to the softness of my arms and the warmth of my jacket. I just kept throwing up the "scary" chunk until the end.

It's all over.