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

... Pride-sama, I wonder if you're okay...

Looking at the sky blurry, Eric feels quiet.

As I walked through the streets of the intermediate class, I was thinking of the First Princess, who seemed to be out of shape as of this morning. Not as long as Arthur or Steyl had been with Pride, he lagged behind them to notice, but he noticed that his complexion was still far ahead of Pride himself.

She seemed to have something in mind, but when she remembered that her usual smile had no power, and that her steps were uneasy from time to time, she just wished Arthur or Stale had managed to rest her. Even so, as a student, I have to stay nervous, and this time I have plans until after school.

Eric knew that her bodyguard, Alan, was returning later than usual last night as the first lieutenant in the same squad.

The next morning, I asked Alan what had happened, but he just slapped me on the shoulder saying, "It's not dangerous at all." I stroked Alan's chest with a relaxed smile, but I didn't care if I saw the pride or steil's reaction this morning.

But now I'm more concerned about Pride's health than ever.

The itchiness in my teeth is still too strong to rendezvous with the pride while I walk like this.

Usually he was on his way to pick up Jeanne and the others, but he had a little time today.

I was informed about Amlet in advance, but I was leaving the castle almost at the same time as usual. Roderick, the Commander of the Knights, allowed me to rest secretly until my pride, but I still left the castle at the same time as usual. After school, Harrison, who was unknown until they reached the school gate, returned with Cedric only today.

In fact, it's not the King's house but the school. If you're running out of time anyway, Eric thinks it's better to look around the school than relax in the king's quarters.

... if Norman finds out, he'll be pissed off again.

I remember the junior knight who had his thorns peeled out in front of the school gate before.

It was not unusual for Norman to react like that in the Eighth Squad, but when I remembered his face while fixing the position of the round glasses with my middle finger, it was full of bitter laughter.

If you see me hanging around the castle like this, I think it'll be pointed out at a glance. Jeanne and the others left the castle at a later time than usual and used the time for the transfer for personal use.

At that time, I could clearly imagine the number of wrinkles between Norman's brows.

But in fact, instead of skipping, I spend my personal time watching for the pride.

After this undercover inspection, I was told that I could officially tell the Knights about this mission, but it was still a bit of a relief.

If you can solve the misunderstanding, you know that Norman is not a person who justifies himself by making excuses all the time. He speaks only of righteousness. However, in that case, if you can predict to the point where you are likely to apologize for the misunderstanding, I will try not to notice "suspicion" here for Norman's sake, but I will refresh my consciousness now.

”... it's time to end this life, too”

Haa...... my sigh leaks out indescribably.

At first it was a hellish challenge and a mission, but in a few days we'll have an undercover inspection of the Pride. I think it would be good if she could grasp the identity of the students she saw in her predictions by then. However, at the same time, I wonder if it is okay to prolong it for a little while, and now I realize that my little greed is flickering on my head.

In addition to the irregular rest periods for long-term assignments, I was worried that my family, including my youngest brother Keith, would disrespect the royalty.

Once you finish your mission, you won't have to worry about yourself more than you need to. I really think that time will finally come back to be cheap. In fact, when Keith's rampage was incredible at first, he really counted the day and looked forward to it. But it would be a pity to think that it would be over soon.

If it wasn't for this kind of mission, I wouldn't be walking around the castle with the pride of being a commoner, even with the appearance of the fourteen.

Nowadays, I go to and from my parents' home and school, which is bad for my heart, but I bite off a bitter smile that seems to be overflowing with unconsciousness, thinking that I will be nostalgic in no time.

Walk the streets and you'll reach the market you're used to seeing.

Due to the number of people and goods on sale, this is the place where he has the highest number of crimes on his journey from the castle to the school.

As you move into the streets, you pay attention to the surrounding area with your blurred head. Eric has already captured misdemeanors three times during this mission, but he doesn't expect to meet them that easily.

Few people try to commit a crime, at least when they notice the regimental clothes he wears. In the sense of deterrence, the mere fact that he walked was extremely effective.

Some traders had already become familiar with knights in this time zone for nearly a month. Every time I noticed that figure, I even felt safe that nothing would happen just now.... but.

"Wait, damn it!"

As he was still walking halfway around, Eric stopped when he heard a noisy voice.

Stealing or stealing. Before I could check with my eyes, I rushed to the direction of the commotion, thinking about some possibilities.

From the time of the loud rush, the rest of the people looked back in that direction and headed through the crowd at the shortest possible distance. Noisy calls and ranting As the surrounding people and merchants suppress their voices and make noise, they think that the place will not change, but fight rather than steal. If it is a quarrel, it is part of official business to rule there.

Excuse me, if you'll excuse me, I'll scratch you.

"I know that Temele is a lyre, so come with us."

"No, no, you said I was Thomas." I'm a very pacifist common man, so I'll take it from you. "

"Ray Karen... I can't tell you I don't remember this name..."

"Who is it? I don't remember it, so go home." I'm so scared I can't stop trembling.

"Don't just run around, don't be disappointed..."

It is close to the back alley from the market.

It was an adult male who was not a frail woman who was crammed up by five men. While scratching up the short hair that had been cut, he was running away from the men who were going to work behind the scenes.

They used walls and market stalls across narrow alleys, literally using three dimensions of chocolate maca. Dare to choose a crowded place and run away, the men can't leave their weapons without ease.

They wanted to catch him and make a deal, but it was originally a petty cash hunter's trinket. It was easy to kill people by accident in a place with a lot of people's eyes.

And Liar doesn't dare to leave the market because she knows it.

As soon as he entered his sight, Eric opened his mouth suddenly, picturing some of the conversation and the man's appearance.

Rhea, I haven't even seen a picture of myself yet. Both features were shared within the Kingsguard, and Eric's eyes were about to spill out before he could stop.

His physical features when shared with Rhea, whose name is Thomas, have been successfully brought to Ray's attention, remain entirely intact in front of him. Skinny eyes, scarlet eyes and short black hair. But the words and deeds were too far apart.

He was a kind, uncomfortable person, and he didn't think he was a polite man.

Yes, Arthur and Steyl have spoken of him, and now he's in front of Erik, fooling around to the backstage.

While disturbing the clutter of words, he fled over the walls and stalls as he was accustomed to, and he looked like a sophisticated thief as well as a songwriter.

I also wanted to see how it went, but obviously I couldn't just leave the people who were being attacked by the men who were working behind.

After chewing and tightening his mouth once, Eric raised his voice from the next moment, "You guys..."