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

"... did you wake up?"

A faint moan almost disappeared, and a quiet voice was heard.

The moaning person was still listening to the voice in a dream at first. Though thin eyes are open, I wonder why I am standing in front of a stranger's ceiling in this place.

I could tell that the voice I heard sounded familiar, but I couldn't think of anyone. Until then, the tone of his voice in himself was different from that of his voice.

While lying on your back, turn your thin eyes toward the blurry voice. Understand that only time has passed with the blurry sunset through the window.

After checking the silhouette of the man sitting on the chair beside the bed, his eyes were finally wide open. Gradually, the fog of thought cleared up, and only that person was captured.

The memories of the past and the reunion earlier are mixed together like a drag. I don't know if I should be happy or discouraged if it's real rather than a dream. I didn't want such a reunion.

"Ryu..."

Inadvertently sticks to your mouth and keeps your strength in your upper body.

The thin blanket hung shifted, and Ray's center of gravity changed and the bed screamed briefly. His fine jacket was taken off and hung over his clothes, and his body is now casual.

Ray's eyes widened, and the man who was relaxed on the chair gave a soft smile. Earlier, he was suddenly yelled at by the nobility and was even targeted with murderous intent, but now he wasn't so frightened that he was surprised.

Rather, Ray speaks for himself that his last memory was a hatred of Rhea.

I don't know why I lost my mind earlier. However, if you think that you might have really killed Rhea with your special abilities, regardless of your own intentions, then you're in a bad mood. I'm still angry with him, but I never want to kill him.

Chewing inside his mouth, he let go of his face once and for all, he scratched up his hanging hair in his bed without any emotional folds. An artistic mask that conceals the left half of the face is gently caught between your fingers.

“This is my room. I just got carried away by the knight."

Recognizing himself with Thomas, he was now offered a room of his own by his employer. It's an attic where the heat oozes in the summer and freezes in the winter. However, a room that was originally renovated for employees would never be difficult for an adult to live in.

It's easier to hit a taller-than-average Liar in the head, but he doesn't feel any inconvenience other than that. Above all, I don't even have the memory to compare my current life with [cramped].

Even though I don't remember, I was provided with my own food and accommodation, and I think I was lucky enough to be introduced to the work that would occur if the wages were low. Beds with toes sticking out, old desks and chairs are all there for a living.

Just looking at the room, Ray understood the extent.

It's a much more blessed life than the life I know of Ryer. Back then, I didn't even have a place to live.

He is now attached to his room, to his furniture and to his work. It was a pleasure to think with a cold head. But... I can't help but feel happy.

…………

Shift your face and squeeze your hands on the sheets.

Now he spoke and laughed in a way that was too different from what he knew about Lyre. Just by looking directly at it, your emotions might get rampant again like before.

I'm sorry I attacked Rhea there and that he finally wiped out the workplace.

If you don't remember, especially if you're a stranger, you understand that it's just a nuisance to be told what you are. Besides, there is no reason not to apologize, such as yelling, hating, and killing. But Ray didn't want to apologize to Rhea.

Thomas didn't want to blame Ray for keeping his mouth shut and chewing his back teeth to suppress his emotions.

She lay her hands on her lap and was relieved that the young man in front of her had no intention of attacking her.

There are some knights outside the room, but I think I will be killed with a single blow if I see their special abilities.

Thirty seconds, five minutes, twenty minutes. Rhea softly asked Ray what she was thinking as she tried to penetrate the silence.

"Do you want me to remember?"

"Of course.... I've been looking for you for years."

"Yes.... I've heard some things from Jeanne and the others."

Rhea was calm everywhere after returning to Ray in a quiet voice.

Jeanne and the others. Ray hides his words and hits his tongue.

Thinking of that woman, at the same time, I think she's confronting me at the same time. Otherwise, I didn't think I'd be alone with the saw. I knew Ryer because he seemed to be missing, and he was a very cautious man.

Thinking about it... I remember that he wasn't Lyre anymore, right now. My lungs were in severe pain, and my heart was easily squeezed by that. Your chewing chin shakes slightly with too much force.

”Thomas's expression was still soft on Ray, who continued to push his emotions away from him.

"... can you tell me?" About me and you. "

Twitching, my shoulder shook this time.

You've already asked Jeanne, but another question comes to my mind first.

I had a fever on my head at that time, but not now. Thomas's current situation was sorted out to a certain extent. Jeanne asked me why I lost my memory. I'm not so stupid that I can't imagine it.

Before I let them look for the human trafficking list. Rather than reaching out to school, I thought Lyer might have been caught in a human trafficking case. And I did a thorough investigation into what would happen to the human being who became "like that". But I didn't care that Ryer wasn't that bad of a person to close his memory.

But now I understand that it may be dangerous to talk to him about his past as a lyre.

Yet, stunned by Thomas's question, Ray slowly turned to his face.

Ray, who had the same expression as Thomas had expected, had never asked again. Instead, the colored eyes are straightened.

Thomas, who still didn't know he was a slave victim, made it easy to return it by squeezing his shoulders.

“It's okay, I already know that you've been acting badly. I remember being put on trial.... after all, I didn't know what crime I was caught for."

Thomas's memory, where he can still recall clearly, was lost and he was dazed. He could not understand the crime he was told about or the current situation. However, it can be seen that I am amnesia and special abilities. And with the direct warmth of the Queen, she was given a place to live again.

Without knowing the reason, I nodded to the surroundings without making a wave, and I was provided with a human-like life without knowing what to do.

In spite of the sinners, questions even arose in the opposite sense, considering that it was a better life than the lower echelons.

“Rather, it's an opportunity to wish. This is how you came to find me...... Lyre. Besides, when I heard about Jeanne and the others, I was intrigued.”

Thomas, who sounds like a bright tea tale, is still quite different from the lyre he knows.

If I hadn't met myself... I wonder if Ray would have been this kind of person if he hadn't immersed himself in the world of back-work before that. If that man, whose entire body had been painted with lies, seemed to be who he was from the beginning. In other words, I ended up without being shown the real him for the last two years. And then... I wonder if Rhea even risked her life for such an opponent. When I thought about it, my internal organs were as heavy as lead, and I cried out for dullness.

"...... Ryer was a lowlife...... and lived on the back burner."

"...... I thought so."

Feeling drawn to his guilt, Ray finally answers Thomas's hopes.

This dullness can only be relieved by what he says, more than he wants to be in front of him now. Thomas's face, which was slightly frowned on, was unable to stand looking straight down.

Otherwise, his face, far removed from the Lyre he knew, was disgusting. I wanted to put a mask on his face more than I did.

”I was once dumped... and picked up in the middle of the road”

He was also hesitant to say the words, "To be pushed into a coffin or a wagon and sold to traffickers".

Even though the opponent is supposed to be Thomas, I can't tell [Lyre] or myself honestly. I couldn't write down the details of the materials I gave to Jeanne and the others, and I still don't want to talk about my miserable past.

Thomas's eyes were rolled up for once in Ray's words, but he quickly loosened them again. I listen to every sound of his words that finally begin to speak.

"You're the idiot who mistook me for a girl." It's just that my hair was stretched out. "

”That's... rude, isn't it?”

Fufu...... Thomas holds his laugh and holds his breath as he unexpectedly talks stupidly.

While my shoulders are slightly trembling, I think it is a little like me. Looking at Ray sitting in front of him, half of his face was clearly masculine. If you catch a man like this and make a mistake just because he has long hair, you will be dumbfounded like other human resources. However, when I was a child, I might have had a pretty face with this young man when I was young, and now I feel smiling. At least now he doesn't look like a woman, even with his hair stretched out.

"Even after I picked it up, I told the others that I was a woman, and they waved me." Thanks to them, people who didn't know anything were using their eyes and making accusations. He's a natural liar. "

"Um...... why did you let [Rhea] pretend to be a woman like that...?" I know if a woman pretends to be a man so that she can't be seen in a hurry.... "

”That's......”

It was a long time ago that I understood that in order to protect.

If it hadn't been for that lie, I wouldn't have been allowed to exist there in a cold backpack where everyone would betray me. Whether you're stretching your legs or walking, while still Lyre's property... to maintain long hair covering the burns you were hiding.

No one was uncomfortable with it, and it was silent even though it was licked. If it was a boy of a man who was stretching his hair to hide his face in vain, I think he was neglected by someone who was wandering around Lyre.

Even if she could not do anything without speaking, she was only allowed to say, "Take Lyre." There is no way it can be done in a hurry. Ryer was with me all the time.

"... because you're such an idiot. He's a stupid, perverted liar."

"...... Really, you're such a terrible person......"

But I don't want to go out of my way to tell it to myself.

There is no man anywhere in the world who knows the answer.

Thomas the Rock smiled at Ray's words. I was still prepared to live in the back business, but when I thought that I was having fun by letting small children pretend to be women, I was drawn to the rocks.

Moreover, it was more shocking to be told that "perverted hobbies" like stabbing people in the end than to be told that they had killed people. I'm sorry for Ray, but I still think that it would be better for me to live like this.

"That's not how we talked." It's annoying on top of being familiar with Ningli. Every time I tell you, the bug spit runs. "

hahaha... hahaha, only the withered laughter comes out.

Ray overflowed with murderous rage and stroked Thomas's cheek again. I dampened my forehead a little and didn't even get a hammer. If I am told that my way of speaking is unpleasant, I quietly realize that I was the one who instigated him without even knowing it.

I can even say that such a man picked me up was even less fortunate. Thomas wanted to ask about the core, but now he doesn't talk and he has lost his tongue. If I don't tell you, I might burn my room to the ground again with that black flame.

In fact, Ray was also frustrated. Even though everything in me was an irreplaceable memory, I only had angry memories of Rhea in front of me. Rather, the more I try to choose what I talk about, the more embarrassing memories I get.

I was a kid, and my daughter-in-law was just kidding, and I was familiar without thinking from beginning to end. He tried to push me into another house again and again without asking my opinion, and he said, "Why did you let me go first?"

Ray-chan

Boro, I think.

It suddenly came out of nowhere. A blanket was wetted by a large grain from the face that was lying motionless before, so as not to look directly at Thomas.

For a moment, Thomas thought he was mistaken. But there is definitely a wet mark on his lap. Furthermore, from the left half covered, the chin was transmitted from under the mask, and the large grain was wetting the throat.

─ I'm not here anymore.

"Ngh..."

I ate and tied my teeth so much that my chin trembled, and I held my eyes down like I grabbed an eagle with my right hand, but I couldn't stop.

In contrast to the drops that stop with the pressed right hand, it is covered in a mask and cannot be touched except by the eyeball. I can't reach it because of the flutter and dripping. I wet the bottom of the mask and it falls down.

I was ashamed to shake out my jaw and my shoulders, and my toes scratched the mask as I grabbed my eagle's fingers. Six years later, exposing yourself to an ugly state, and even more so, to a state like this in front of Lyre, is humiliating. She squeezes out her voice to be frustrated, ashamed, and distracted by Thomas who doesn't say anything.

”... you're not... you're not... you're not... you're not...”

It was clear from the start.

The moment I let it go with my own mouth and will, Ray was the only one with severe pain in his chest. Thomas silently closes the lid of his mouth and listens, but returns nothing.

I don't know if Ray himself is saying that to throw Thomas out, or if he's mocking himself.

It's just that the fact is more painful and painful than cutting yourself off.

"It's just another guy with a similar face. No matter where you cut it, you're not a lyre!" I don't remember you, Ryer...... no! "

Exactly.

Thomas, who knew it better than anyone, nodded silently this time. Ray couldn't even see through his hiding sight.

The person sitting next to you is Ryer, not Ryer. Thoughts that seem to him in themselves are mixed with thoughts that cry out for a completely different person. The hair that imitated me at that time is not dyed at all. It was just short black hair.

From now on, I want you to tell me that you're just kidding me that everything is a lie.

I've always wanted to see you, to find you, to repay you. Even though the opponent is right next to me, I can't help but be lonely for the last six years.

His body just leaned down and his back and shoulders curled forward. My throat is grinding and my limbs are heavy. When I noticed it, the drops exceeded the amount that I could accept with my palm and mask.

I even want to drown in the cruel reality in front of me. Without saying a word, just breathing leaks out your sobbing, and you hear a gurgling sound.

I don't want to think that it's my voice, but if I make it sound, it's my voice that's crushed.

"Oh no! I can't forget it all... it's only been two months!...... It's only......"

Two months sooner.

When I think about it, I feel remorse in my emotions. As soon as he could find them in just two months, Lyer hadn't closed his memories yet. If I thought I might have had the reunion I wanted, my lungs would collapse.

Neither Rhea nor Thomas knew who was next to her, and it seemed to me that Rhea's body was still there. I miss having someone next to me. There is no hope, only to be reminded that I am truly alone this time.

Ugh, ahhh...... With an intolerable moan, Thomas quietly narrowed his eyebrows. I don't know why. It just vaguely squeezes my chest.

I don't know if it's because a boy who's much younger than me is crying, or how I can't remember the memory he wants, or... because he's the one I can't remember.

From what I've heard, it's hard to imagine what exactly Layer might be like for Ray. I don't know which is the right answer because I want to be a tearful young man now.... just...

"...... could you take off the mask and show me?"

"Ugh......"

Ray heard a voice so quiet that it seemed to be scratching away by moaning.

I thought I was mistaken, but when I looked up from my hand, there was a steep expression that was closest to the Ryer I knew. When I saw this look, I remembered the night when I fled human trafficking for the first time if I naturally looked at my memories. He, who was always awkward, ran nervous to get away with it and didn't even hide his steep expression.

With his mouth slightly open, Thomas repeats his words to Ray without saying anything.

"Jeanne asked me to do it....... if I can, I want you to show it to Ray."

You can tell me what you asked me to do, but I won't mind if he refuses. That's right, while continuing Jeanne's words, the tears stopped at Thomas's words telling him not to touch Ray's backlash.

Jeanne, unnecessary frustration is at the forefront of her emotions, and she looks at her face. So when Thomas, who asked him to be honest with himself, was still a different person, the sinking emotion was slightly wavered.

In the way I said it, I gently grabbed my head and shifted my hand to the mask thinking that I didn't know what was underneath my mask. Stroke the familiar inorganic feel with your fingertips and stop without removing it.

Regardless of Ray's hesitation, Thomas repeated his words.

"......" Make sure you're the only one who knows. "

It was a message from Jeanne, but Thomas's steep expression was slightly loosened.

From Thomas's point of view, I have no clue whatsoever. It reminds me that Jeanne's eyes were more serious than ever, even though she thought they were engraved with a secret code underneath Ray's mask.

I was curious, but at the same time, I didn't want to check under the mask beforehand while Ray and I were alone in the room. Underneath the mask he kept hiding, and what he thought of it, was something Thomas wanted to know.

Thomas is not afraid to abandon the past, but he wants to face his relationship with Ray firmly.

Besides, one question remained about his own feelings. When Ray yells at me, when I get killed, when I sit down with my hips pulled out, how come I'm confused, frightened, and impatient?

Didn't you want to stay away from him?

Thomas himself knows about Thomas (himself), even if he doesn't know about Rhea.

Ray was not a big liar, but somehow the feeling of reading the air on the spot and following the flow was as rooted as normal. In a way, it's my personality that I thought was [easy to be drifted], but if I knew that Ryer was such a person in the past, it would look different again.

It is true that Thomas is not dissatisfied with his current life, but he is not open to anyone. Even if it was well-planned, it was different from this.

If you're a sinner in the past, you don't know who you're hating. I don't know how or when I'll get my revenge. This is why it is desirable to live cautiously at the edge of the intermediate level without being disturbed by the wide and thin contact with others.

Even if you're curious about Ray who knows his past, it's normal for you to want to escape if you can use more special abilities to attack him. Either you beg for your life there, or you apologize for not helping me, or you run away. Either way, there were other options.

But then I felt like I shouldn't have kept Ray from burning in anger in front of me somehow. That black flame was a threat, but we shouldn't have left Ray behind.

I don't know if it was just the nobility and teenage child opponents in front of me that caused me. There was no flashback. However, my legs stopped like a reflection or a habit.

That's why I think I want to know if I want to talk to Ray a little bit more.

"... it doesn't have to be right now. Please come back anytime. If one day you think it's okay to show it...!"

There, the words stopped.

"Thomas" is like meeting each other for the first time. That's why Ray was quietly putting his finger on the mask this time, even though he had just expressed his intention not to rush.

Without waiting for Thomas to finish, the mask was slowly removed from his face. Thomas could still only see the tidy right half of his face. Ray's regularly haircutted jade hair doesn't hide it like a mask anymore.

Ray didn't hesitate to take it off. Raise your face and face Thomas without the mask. The glittering glare was directed at a man who had no expectation or anxiety, but was emotionless.

The flesh melted from the skin, and under the skin, including the blood vessels, was revealed. The cheeks also melted as if they were losing weight, the tear bags disappeared, and the eyeballs were kept round. It's the human body model that comes to life because it has a tidy face.

Seeing that, Thomas opened his eyes to the limit. Ray's left eyeballs were as wide open, and his mouth remained open. She took a breath and suspected that what was in her eyes might be real.

Until Ray woke up, he didn't have any idea what was going on under his mask.

I thought about severe wounds, burns and other things. But I've never seen anything like it. It's easy to even say the word "pale." It was a terrible burn, at least not in the memory of Thomas, who had never lived in the back office.

However, in reality, as soon as my head accepted it, my face was severely stung even if I didn't like it.

The young man in front of him is now plain, but if you imagine the pain of the wound at that time, you can't help but make your face steep. The painful wound distorts your face as if it were your own.

I wonder why he got injured like this, and if he smiles without fear here, I wonder if that's the right answer.

However, it was impossible for Thomas to falsify [Ryer] as he observed the change in his expression with his emotionless eyes. I let out a silent breath, and then I hung up on him with my own answer.

"... it's good to be alive."

"!....."

Over and above the words of the past, Ray's eyes were open at the same time.

This is the first consolation I've heard from Rhea. Hiding the burns, abandoned by my parents, and hung in a light tone without worrying about myself being killed, the words overlapped beautifully only now.

The difference is that Thomas, who is in front of him, is sincerely pointing it at him while distorting his face. Above all, even though the words are similar, the voice is pitiful, but terrible, gentle, and low. You can't just look at your own wounds, but that word makes you sick by mixing memory with reality.

I wonder if Rhea actually told me this.

Well, I'm glad you're alive.

He looked up at his face, and he listened to the wine, and said, "It really doesn't matter."

He certainly didn't think it would have been a big deal if it hadn't resounded in his heart. I don't think it's natural to think that it's okay because I'm sold anyway.

But I don't think so. For a big liar, who is fooling around with all kinds of lies, the words at that time might have been "real".

Thomas's words in front of him, who never tells a lie, suddenly become a part of Ryer's heart covered with countless lies.

It's─ Lyre.

The moment that thought permeated, my vision blurred again.

The product that was supposed to have stopped overflowed by a double amount. This time, I didn't hide it or cover it with my hands. While grabbing Thomas directly in front of him, his face warped and his tears rolled out into the sky without passing through his eyes.

Until now, the existence that I knew but refused to do so was only visible to the benefactor who had been pursuing it for six years. Ever since we met again, the emotions that had stopped in amazement and confusion were chasing after us.

─ I was right under the castle.

Thomas was slightly impatient with Ray, who leaked his sobbing without hiding it.

I don't know if his reaction to not uttering words was correct or incorrect. However, he was amazed by the cheerfulness of crying directly in front of him.

I'm strangely overwhelmed by his crying appearance, which was supposed to have been taken care of before. The sweat is wet, and I want to look around without meaning in a room where we are all alone.

─ I found it.

Ughh... ahhhhh, the emotion of leaking your voice is no longer painful.

It's not like I'm happy. It doesn't change that he has forgotten himself. I can't atone for it, I can't thank you, I can't hear the truth.

I don't know why you saved me, but I'm alive now because of what happened to me.

There was nothing as scary as it used to be, I just wanted to see it. I've always been prepared to hate myself or be driven back.

─ ...... I'm alive.

I just wanted to make sure you were alive.

The evidence and information alone were not satisfactory. I wanted to confirm with my eyes that I was safe, and if it was sold, I could help by throwing all my property or doing everything in my power, and even help if I had a life or a position that I didn't want. He was willing to do whatever he wanted, whether it was a lie or a joke.

He was alive. Good to see you, and now you have a satisfying life.... that what I kept wishing for from him was fulfilled. It was a tremendous relief, not to mention joy, not to mention pity, not to mention anger.

"...... Please come again." I hope that someday [you and I] will become friends... "

After taking two deep breaths, Thomas stood up from his chair and sat down directly on the same bed as Ray.

While the bed screamed bitterly at the two people's loads, Ray wiped his eyes with his arms after a nodding motion. As the bumps and large grains keep wetting the blanket of the lap, it's hard to breathe and I can't even speak.

I just understand that the last six years of my invisible exit are today. Shaking his shoulders, he felt the coldness of his hands and feet and the heat of his eyes as he rolled his nose like a child.

I still want him to remember. I want you to go back. I want to try again, I want to go back two months ago.

My only benefactor is Lyre. I don't want to see the man who just sat next to me as a lyre. It can never be a substitute. What I have lost remains the same. It's just... I don't care if it's just for a little while now. As long as there's a piece of Lyre left in front of him.

The next thing I know, it's my turn to help [him].

Neither Reyer nor Thomas changed. When he pierced it, Ray burned it into his burning chest.