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

"Commander of the Knights, Deputy Commander of the Clarks"

The pride that only Clark unexpectedly said was stinging at the end of his mouth.

Roderick, the Commander of the Knights, and Clark, the Deputy Commander, were in front of him. Columns rendezvous with Alan, Eric, and Arthur, the Kingsguard Knights.

Recently, people have become familiar with Column's outfit as an aristocrat. But everyone's expression was different than usual except Roderick.

For her, the situation was such that if she did not consciously stretch her spine, she would become an escape.

Greetings, and greetings on behalf of Roderick, but her sight is well lined with Clarke. And the stele lined up next to her pride was also smiling bitterly.

"It's a beautiful dress today, isn't it? Pride suits Her Royal Highness well. My men were surprised."

Having said that, Roderick gazed gently at the knights behind him.

The knights nodded in affirmation as they received the Knight Commander's gaze. The knights couldn't help but look round at their pride. Whether Eric with his lips tightly tied or Arthur with his mouth open against his will, he said with all his might, "You look amazing!" Alan's face is burning again. Even the second column, including the greeting from Leon, had slightly flushed her cheeks.

She was too far away to be seen at the mangaki to stand there in such a bad outfit to her heart.

A feminine dress with crimson undertones and an eye-catching embroidered shawl adorned with a butterfly, her very existence was like a rose.

The underlying fabric is reflective to make her shine and make the butterfly shine. The beauty of the embroidery not only caught the woman's eye, but also sharpened her beauty.

"Thank you. I'd be glad to hear that." Especially this shawl... I really like it. "

Honestly rejoicing at being praised, the pride of quietly putting its fingers on its butterfly stared at Clark.

From the time he showed up, his complexion showed that he probably noticed the maker without giving an explanation. Clarke, who doesn't break his usual smile, is now sweating his cheeks with a smile that's stronger than pride.

Roderick and Eric knew his illness before he went to say hi. I have already heard from Pride or I was at the scene. Only Alan followed Pride's gaze with a little concern.

Understanding what Pride was saying, Roderick gazed calmly at him. At the instigation of his superiors, Roderick and the First Princess, Clark finally suppressed his desire to hold his head and dropped his heavy head on her.

"Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Pride Royal Ivy. Thank you very much for taking care of my sister, Nell.... it's not enough to thank you."

"Eh, ah! No, rather, that..."

Clarke lowered his head with a low voice and a tone that was more than pride, and unexpectedly raised and lowered his shoulders so hard that pride seemed to jump up and down.

The flipped voice didn't catch my words. I didn't expect to be thanked for opening it.

Clarke's head was still heavy when he said in a hurried voice, "Please raise your head."

Alan's eyes widened as he suddenly thanked the deputy commander. Arthur, who knew the situation very well, and Roderick, who had spent the night with Clark at the tavern the night Nell had told him, tied their mouths to a letter. Clarke and I had predicted this would happen.

Clark's ears were unusually dyed as he raised his head slowly for more than three seconds. A few drops of sweat fell on the marble floor.

With the heavy air of the deputy commander, which is hard to see in a social setting, the Konoe Knights all sniffed out their mouths. I couldn't afford to explain Eric and Column to Alan, who hadn't gotten a single policy.

"The shawls and gloves of yours look great on both of them.... I never thought I'd be able to see you in such a place.”

"Yeah, yeah, I really like it." I'm sorry, I was actually the first to think about revealing it in the ceremony dress..... "

No, it's an honor. Clark shook his head sideways in a large, slow motion. Clarke wanted to bow his head again to the pride of being beaten and inadvertently turned into an apology tone.

Clark had been prepared for the party to some extent. It's not like the dress will be tailored in a few days. However, when I heard that Nell had bought some of my products, I had a feeling that that Pride-sama might be...

And when pride emerges, it really is a great attraction.

Even though I could not confirm my appearance at a distance, I heard from the guests who saw my pride first that "that embroidery", "that beautiful shawl", "because it is a servant who is not the same as usual", and my heart was already pulsing dangerously.

Even while I was waiting until the wall of pride pulled down, I couldn't hide my complexion.

Before I could confirm it with my own eyes, I was convinced that it was my sister's work that the guest was whispering. Clark didn't originally doubt his sister's skill, but at the same time, she was sure that she understood that pride was such a person.

Clark was worried about his health when Column joined Leon, but his pale face was too good for the blood flow right now when he saw it with a greeting of pride.

The first princess of her country is wearing the work of her sister, who cannot be mistaken.

The shawl that dropped its shoulder said, "I can get praise, but I can't buy it." And the gloves that I gave up selling said, "It's quite elaborate, but it looks plain to look at." I knew at first sight that Clark was the product of that time.

When I realized it from the time I waited for my greeting to pride, my eyes became hot, and I am still conscious of my position.

Seeing that Pride is wearing this way, Clark still thinks that it is well done without the curiosity of his own body. However, I still can't believe that the royal family is wearing my sister's product, which they said was not sold, not sold, not sold, and refused. If I lose my mind, my fingers will fall off my head.

"I was really surprised when I heard from Nell. I'm so sorry for the confusion caused by my lack of communication."

"No! No! That's me, Nell is a really great embroiderer." I was the one who solicited her a little more forcefully without consulting the deputy commander.... "

Pride stops Clark from bowing his head again.

When I turned my eyes around and turned down my pride, my body was praised, and my mouth was loosened up by Clark, who was flushing with each passing face. Furthermore, Roderick, who had been standing silently until just now, couldn't bear it any longer and spurted out with his mouth holding it with his face turned away.

After that, even with a smile on his face, Roderick was shaking his shoulders, and the tension eased even for Alan and the others who were holding back.

Asked in an elbow pounding motion, Alan briefly whispered a minimum of information to Eric: “The deputy commander's sister, you, is the direct embroiderer of Pride.” The next moment, Alan the Rock was gone.

Another question came up one after another as to how this happened, but now I have my mouth shut. Instead, I laughed bitterly without uttering "wow" with a correct understanding of the current situation.

"Not at all." Nell was more than happy. It has always been my sister's dream to become an embroiderer. I never thought you'd be able to do it in this way. "

"Damn, that's the best part." Thanks to Nell, you've given me a lot of compliments today...... and already a lot of people wanted to leave the design to her. "