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

Ray Karen.

I'm not even allowed to be called that anymore, that's my name.

An ancient baron's house in the countryside of the region.

I was born in that mansion in the heart of a small town. It is different from the luxurious Sanya life described in the pictures, but as a wealthy person, it is a life that is not difficult to eat, clothe, and live in.

My father didn't even teach me how to study, and my mother and I had no discontent at that time. Even when I woke up to a special ability, my father and mother were delighted with the unusual black skull, and it seemed that I had even been promised a future with unusual special abilities, but... suddenly it ended.

At the moment my father leapt.

"Shut up, monster... I understand why you're casting black flames... you're the son of the devil... don't ever call me father again..."

... it was really sudden.

Until yesterday, my father, who acted kindly, suddenly turned to a figure that he had never seen before, as if a person had changed.

She raised her hand to her mother, who spoke of love every day, and kicked me six years old. Rather than being angry at the violence my father didn't understand, my mother just cried and apologized every day, and I didn't even know if it was real when I was still young.

One day, instead of calling my father "you", my mother, who had come to call me "Milord" as a servant, continued to shelter me while crying "I'm sorry".

No matter how many times I asked why my father became like someone else, he didn't tell me.

"I'm really, really sorry for everything that's wrong with your mother...!"

That's why I kept getting my share of the violence from my father.

No matter how many times I was waved, my father's frequency and violence became more and more intense every day to my mother, who only apologized while crying.

In the Mansion, my mother had only servants on her side. Neither could they comfort their mother, nor could they stop their employer, their father.

No one can stop it, whether he beat him with a vase from his father, or whether he vomit rumors, or whether he bathe him in hot water. And finally... the violence from my father was so much so that I could call it "torture" that I could no longer shelter my mother.

Especially since my mother begged me for forgiveness more desperately than she did for me.

I was the one who couldn't stand the violence from my father that lasted more than two weeks.

Of course. I suddenly changed my attitude, was beaten, kicked, trampled, the room turned into a shelf, and only the food that was slammed on the floor was given, and I didn't know why.

When I was kicked in the footsteps and trampled on my face with my shoes while I fell down, my fear of my father turned into anger.

Special abilities rampaged ahead of my voice, and a black flame surrounded me. My flame, which was still immature, surrounded me with the amount of fire at my feet and in the air, but the firepower was different from ordinary fire. Easily burns and spreads around.

The black flames were just a short distance away, burning carpets, walls, curtains and shelves, turning your feet into a sea of fire in no time.

My face, too.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"If you keep telling me not to call me Father, you'll burn in your own flames and die. This demon will..."

My special ability is to create a black flame. It does not make a part of the body flame, nor is it immune to its own firepower.

So when I first woke up to my special abilities, my father prepared clothes, shoes, and gloves made of fireproof cloth for all of our families. No matter how much I can't control my special abilities, I can still protect the Mansion and us.

And this time, the same thing happened to the shoes that were trampling on my face as I rolled on the floor. I was the only one who burned my left half of my face into a black flame. The left half of my body, other than my face, was burned by the fire of the carpet, but I was protected by fireproof clothes and shoes from my toes to my hands. The only thing I could think of was that my face, which kept being grinded up close by the black flame, was so harsh that it seemed that death was still warm.

As if molten iron had been bathed in it, the heat and pain in my head and sight had turned into a color, and I could only make my hands and feet bare at my father's feet.

Even though I was supposed to have changed the mansion into a fireproof cloth, I couldn't help but notice that I was deliberately subjected to violence because of the "fur" carpet.

My mother, who was constantly being beaten, desperately tried to get my father's legs out of my face with her thin hands from next to me, but of course she was no match. I tried to extinguish the fire, but even if I smashed my hand against the burning carpet, it didn't go away easily. The black flame I wanted the most to go out kept scrolling regardless of my intentions.

Hot, hot. Every time I rampaged, my hands and feet exposed from my clothes repeatedly slammed against the carpet fire, and even if I desperately tried to peel my face from the black flame, I could not win by being trampled from above by my adult father.

I asked for forgiveness desperately in the smell of my flesh burning and melting, but I kept being roasted until my consciousness disappeared.

"Look, Carol... you're the one who's enjoying the night..."

"Please, Milord, please don't... Lei is not bad... I admit that I am... but I really, really love you..."

Shut up, whore! I kept stretching my throat until it withered, listening to my father screaming like crazy and my mother begging for forgiveness. "Hot, dead, forgive me," the sound of "ahhhh" clouded my voice, and even though it was no longer a voice that my father could even hear, that was all I could do for my child. The smoke from the burning carpet, the flames and the intense pain finally distracted me, and I thought I had died there.

When I woke up, I found a bandage wrapped around my face on the bed. She was protected by fireproof clothes just like me, and her mother, who had only broken her limbs, wrapped a bandage around her face, and she saw her right arm hanging from her folded neck while she was crying in front of her eyes, and she understood why she didn't die somehow.

"With that ugly figure, I'll let you live now." It's a lifetime worthy of the devil. "

And I didn't have to be killed for a reason.

I will not forget my father's face, who laughed uglylyly, when he pulled the burnt jade hair of his mother who kept crying and said, "Now I will not be dealt with by a man other than myself for the rest of my life."

The burn marks clearly remained on my mother's face, and the color of her face turned red and white as if she had become ill. And my left half was...... I'm sorry for the trail. As a result of being grilled by black flame, which is not just a flame, but usually does not exist, instead of just burning, the skin and flesh also melted, burnt, and the face could not look directly into the mirror.

When I was able to get a bandage and spend time, my father's hand had already made me and my mother's [facts] known all over the town.

The Lady was badly injured because of her son's special abilities. A husband who saves it and continues to care for his wife and children in the mansion until they are healed.

Only me and my mother's ugly injuries were accurately communicated.

When I first heard the rumor from the inside of the window, I thought I'd never get out of the Mansion again. Every time I looked in the mirror, I covered myself with a cloth, sometimes hiding in the bed, and just pulling myself into the room, I didn't want to go outside. Even the special ability that I thought was a testament to the winner of my life could now only be considered as one of the factors called monsters when I went out in this form.

My father, who came to violence every day, stopped coming, and so did my mother. I waited every day for the day to pass in my own room in the Mansion, covered in cloth. The servant was not allowed to come, and his hair was stretched out, dirt accumulated, and he was dazed.

I did not doubt that I would die without leaving my room for the rest of my life.

A year later, my father reappeared until I was suddenly pushed into a wagon.

My father suddenly appeared in my room, where I kept breathing, killing emotions for a year.

I was too suddenly unable to move due to fear to resume, and I was beaten without hesitation. If I noticed, I was tied up in a straw and pushed in. If I let a little emotion out of my body, my whole body would be on fire this time along with the straw. I kept thinking about it while the carriage kept swaying.

I wondered if I had finally arrived at my destination, having been shaken for hours and the carriage having stopped moving after a while. Is my father going to kill me or is he going to be sold somewhere? As I kept thinking about it, I begged for forgiveness with my mouth blocked with cloth. Nothing else, to my father, who is the one who matches me like that.

But then, when the sun shaded again, someone showed up, and the wagon wasn't even moved.

She kept crying without drinking and eating, but she was so scared that there was no black flame. And the energy to cum was almost exhausted. The next time I thought it was time to die like this... I thought it was finally over.

Gatari.

Suddenly, the wagon shook.

I was so hard in the straw that I heard the voices of unknown men when I listened to them.

Okay, nobody's here.

"Look, my luggage is packed." I'll carry it right away. "

"I'll take the horses." I just want to guess. "

Then we'll take care of the load.

The voices of several men trembled on their own.

Was it because I had been stuck in bed for a year, or was it because my father's face was over his head? I didn't even think of calling for help.

Rather, I kept on frightening myself, hoping that I wouldn't be found, that my body would tremble and be found anyway.

The truck shook with the sound of footsteps, and the vibration of the truck continued over and over. Even though my vision was still blocked by the straw, I kept my eyes open to the limit. The packages that were loaded with me were removed one after the other.

Whoa, hey! Somehow it's in the straw!

Found. The straw, too, was suitably thrust into my hand and quickly pulled back.

I heard a number of fellow voices, and when the straw was carefully removed, I finally saw the identity of the voice while it was tied up.

Dirty dressed men. The loads that would have been loaded on the carriage were loaded and unloaded on the ground, and the people who were pulling the reins of the horse that was pulling were also wide-eyed at me. The men, who opened their mouths wide once and understood the situation correctly before me, laughed at the next moment as if the thread had broken.

"What the hell is this?"

"Aren't you glad!! One horse, one kid, that's a lot of money!"

Cut it out, it's a kid, but it's a leaky, leaky, leaky, leaky...

"Can you sell it, kid?"

"Oh no! This is Freesia, isn't it?"

You don't even try to untie me, you just point at me and laugh at me for being left dirty.

I can't keep an eye on the laughing men, thinking they're traffickers I've only heard rumors about. It was more horrible than dying... my body didn't respond to anything, thinking that I might be a better person than my father.

The men who had just unloaded their luggage reloaded it on the carriage. "Then the owner won't come back," he laughed, and the horse was reconnected to the wagon.

"Look, everything in this box is booze." "That's great! Tonight, I'll make you drink." "This isn't bad. This is fur! This is expensive to sell!" As I listened, I was frightened that everything was flammable. I figured out one of the reasons why my father wanted me here.

After searching all the packages, one of the men finally peers into my face. I grabbed my stretched hair without being cared for and peered into my face. Finally, when the face of the left half was exposed to it, a wild voice came up, "Geez, geez, geez,"

"Hey, look... this kid is really badly wounded!" You can't just throw it away! "

It was as if I was looking at the dirt itself, exposed to it, and without tears in my eyes, which were too clear.

However, I kept wishing over and over in my head that everything in front of me was a bad dream for me. In the end, they laughed out loud again and showed with their dirty fingers.

"I thought I could sell half of them because they look beautiful, but I can't sell them here..."

Unless you're a Special Ability or a buyer, you're just a kid below the bottom line!

"But look, you're burning up." This isn't an accident, is it? "

"Hahaha! You're already having fun!" I know what's going on with the Attaché, right?

"Oh, then I'll take it."

... he was among the laughing men.

I didn't break in, I stood as one of them. I peeked into my face from the side with my last loaded hand. I didn't sneer, I didn't laugh, I just looked at me with the eyes of a "normal kid".

"What the hell, Ryer!" Is this your hobby? "

"I know you like women, but even half-baked kids like Freesians don't get much value!" Do you think there's any kind of human trafficking? I'm telling you, this is the kind of kid you're after. "

"No, but half of them are hot, right?" This is going to be a good woman in ten years! Now my negotiating skill is already ringing. "

"Yours isn't 'bargaining', it's 'cheating'! This big liar is..."

While being laughed at, he said, "No, I'm really cumming!" Well then, I'll split it up with a bottle of wine, "I said, speaking to the men in front of me.

The up-and-coming men boarded the carriage, dropped a bottle of wine and me on the ground, and left the scene. "Thank you, brother!" "I love you!" Hello again, "said the man casually, keeping his hand down until the carriage turned the corner, and looking down at me as I rolled to the ground.

"Come on, young lady. I'll take care of it from that dirty fucking outfit."

The man who laughed with his sharp, droopy eyes in one hand was Lyer.

... you mistook me for a woman the first time you met me, you idiot.