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

"Style down?

It was something I could have assumed.

He still comes to the castle and the sun is shallow, he gets sick, etc.

"... well. Report back to me as soon as you have a doctor's diagnosis.

I should have known better than anyone.

But still, I can't let go of my hand.

"I'll report back to you from me.... Already, back off.

Now that we have lost Albert and Rosa is at the bottom of our disappointment.

I can't even afford to look after my new nephew.

I know his ordeal better than anyone else, but I can't even go see him. I can't afford to step out of the royal palace in time for Tiara's birthday.

"... Jill Bale. Why don't you just go check on Style?"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Regent Vest.... to me. I do not deserve to see him in the presence of His Royal Highness the First Princess of Pride, separated from his mother."

Since the loss of Albert, Jill Bale and Rosa are losing their minds.

Until they bring it back, there's no way you can get distracted for a moment. Now that the King's brotherhood is missing, Tiara's Birthday Festival is not even allowed to fail to show the people that she maintains royal authority.

... I don't have time to worry about anything else right now.

……

"Style down?

It was just when I came to deliver the report to Rosa, the queen, that I received the news from my squire.

Listen to your squire's report as you hold the report to your right before handing it to Rosa. Reports will also be in King's mates Albert and Jilbert, respectively.

According to reports, Stayle suddenly collapsed on his way with Pride and was transported straight to his room. The doctor also hears that arrangements have already been made and concludes that the diagnosis will be forthcoming.

"Right..."

Turn back briefly, circle your thoughts and hold your throat.

If I only raised my gaze to Rosa so that my squire wouldn't notice, I would have slightly frowned on the face I was preparing for public use.

Seven-year-old boy still adopted and shallow in the sun. There is certainly a possibility of sudden illness, but it was also easy to guess if you compare it with your past self, perhaps…. And she also knows the old me. I'm sure we're still coming to the same conclusion.

Considering I worried about her then, who also became my sister-in-law, she would want to go and see how things were going this time around. But I can't do that.

I know that. Within her hesitation, she offers first from me.

"Sister....... let me go see how it goes instead. I am deeply aware that Her Majesty the Queen is busy.

In fact, Rosa can't afford it.

Not a second's free time is allowed, so much so that I'm being chased to prepare for Tiara's birthday. Even though, Tiara's Christmas was going on in secret. So it was a big deal just to disclose her presence, but even more so because it was supposed to be simultaneous with Pride's predictive ability blossom and the introduction of her brother-in-law.

Besides, Rosa, the first prince and queen to be adopted this time, even if she was free, was set to meet at Tiara's birthday. Yet if she goes here to see Stayle, the place for introducing her brother-in-law by Pride will collapse. Even the sunny stage that matters to that kid, a drop of madness, is unacceptable.

... and. Worry and surprise is all that happens when that kid suddenly falls, and when I hear he's gained predictive power, and if she visits as soon as she hears the style has fallen here that she didn't take a leg, what would Pride, her real daughter, think? It doesn't just hurt, it could even point a jealous spear at the style in the worst case.

A recent report has shown pride that attitudes have changed since I gained predictive power, but it has not yet been confirmed in my eyes. I have to be more skeptical of that report than that kid is used to pretending to be a good princess in front of us.... At least in the pride we've known so far, Rosa could easily bump into feelings of jealousy and jealousy on Style and Tiara with one of her words and actions.

It was only when Rosa decided to distance herself in earnest from Pride that she and her husband, Albert, ended up discussing it. I have no right to overturn it. I just said that if it's an unacceptable decision as a mother, and that's synonymous with abandoning it, it's no different than your mother's, like letting go if you feel like it. She decided to do so not as a "mother," but as a "queen," a predictor of the future.

"... right. You can count on it safely. Thank you very much, Vest.

I break my hips deeply to Rosa, spinning so with her toned lips.

Already over, over and over in the last few days.... to keep the queen on the spot, who stood up from the throne with her hips down and continued to suppress her will to go see her in person.

……

"! Uncle Vest..."

"... pride. Were you here too?"

It was pride to welcome me to Style's visit with his samurai, squire and guard.

I feel her brow rising naturally on her face I've never seen before. In a report, I heard you fell when you were with Pride. But I didn't think you'd keep waiting in front of Stayle's room. In some cases, I even feared that the treatment from pride might have something to do with the reason the style fell, but... I am convinced on this occasion now that it is not.

"Style crap... mine, I fell down because I let it run... it's such a fever, I don't have to wake up..."

He distorted his face in a stifling manner, his eyes still moistening with tears looking straight up at me.

I've behaved so many times just to make it look good in front of me and Albert and the others. But this was the first time I had ever had this look on my face. Even after Rosa rarely came to see me, when Albert and Rosa left the country for diplomacy, I didn't give her an anxiety-driven look so far. Definitely understand that this is not a lie or an act, but what this kid really looks like.

"I'm fine. I'll be listening now. You wait in your room.

I'll stop by later, and I'll go on and gently stroke my head.

Father-like deep redness and mother-like wavy hair swayed and the shriveled pride sank his head slightly as it was, … looked up again.

"Huh... no, I'll wait here. I don't want to leave until I know how Steele's feeling."

It's a purple, intensely willed eye.

Until now, this child has seldom turned his teeth to me or Albert's instructions. She was playing a good listening girl in front of us, probably nodding with a single reply. I still don't want to leave because I'm worried about my brother-in-law, etc., and this is like -...

'Fine. I'm his sister-in-law. It's a natural right to visit my ill brother.'

"... then wait very long.

I let go of my stroking hand and told him just that in a voice that kept him calm.

I never thought that pride would overlap Rosa. Though I only knew about the pride rumors, I doubt my eyes that things have obviously changed so far.

I can also snort rumors in the castle. If it was pride up to this point, you would have smiled at me, "I'll wait a little longer because I'm worried," even if I wanted to know how the style was.... Words are made grins that don't even feel a shard of worry in your back.

But that kid right now looks seriously worried about Style. Even the earlier "at my instinct," if it was my previous pride, would surely have said, "Suddenly I didn't do anything!" I can easily imagine that you would have appealed to me first of all for the cleanliness of your body. Since when on earth have you been able to do that, such as such a serious and irritating look at your own fault?

I distracted from her by suppressing only her expression as confused, and I stepped into the room where Stayle slept. When the door was opened and closed again, she kept pouring her gaze on me without saying a word.

"! His Royal Highness Regent Vest......"

As many samurai and doctors gather to check on the state of the style, I stop my hand once and thank you deeply for coming in.

Gently respond with your hands alone to thank you and advance your feet to the front of the sleeping style in bed. Ask the doctor and he still had the same cold as he assumed. It is natural to change from your previous life and fall ill if you are forced to live in an unfamiliar castle.

Even though I was a junior, this happened after I turned to castle life by the time even I was fourteen, even though I was a nobleman. I still remember very well that my head boiled like water and fell asleep in my studies as a new "common sense" and royalty, whether I deserved this life or could be a human being who was not ashamed to be royal from now on.

Besides, he's only seven years old. Studying from a state where you can't even be satisfied with reading and writing letters naturally doesn't come with your head or body.

The doctors who have completed the examination step back on the wall once, and instead a chair is given to me. Peek into his face floating in heat as he hips down beside the style. There's no way he's too young to be anxious to live as a royal in a castle from now on and as an aide to pride. But it's already been decided as a royal rule. He can only be allowed to go down the same path as me anymore.

".................. sa, n..."

……

Small, Stile's mouth moved.

The rhetoric that can only be spoiled and breathed is short, and something like that cannot be heard. I thought you woke up, but I don't even have a sign of waking up staring straight in the face. I wonder if I'm even dreaming from the doctors' story that the pills worked and I'm sleeping easier now.

If I only caressed his dark hair on the surface softly, it would have been thinner and softer than it looked. I think he's really just a young child. He's still not looking good, but he'll definitely get better if he takes a few days off.

That's what I thought, arrow tip, instead of his mouth that doesn't move. Now the Shizuku accumulated small in its eye area.... Again, they're dreaming about it.

I haven't talked to him in person yet, but I hear rumors and teachers in the castle say he swallows fast and is excellent. But "what you can do" and "what you can enjoy" are different. Until now, my life was just taken away from me in peace with my mother. It would be good to say that he was driven into a far harsher environment than I was probably.

That's why I think and think.

He became royal with a child who was only seven years old, and he just remembered the letter rather than the law of the country. Ahead, the truly ordained self is in life.

I was wondering if I could enjoy it.

"Dream on, I see......!! I don't like it. Ugh... I'm royal... but I can't go back.

I ran away, I think so because it's me.

I was lucky. It was fourteen and I wanted and chose to live as a royalty myself over my previous life. And there was my sister-in-law, Rosa, and Albert.

When I visited the castle, I immediately called her "brother," and she was truly delighted to have a brother. I told her that I had always missed her in the castle by myself, and that at first I was better taken care of by her, who should be an assistant.

Even when I kept building walls with her as only a "squire," she didn't abandon me and instead gave me signposts. Even when I temporarily became unstable and made my choice, they cried with me at the end.

Albert, her fiancée, also treated me like a friend without looking down on me every time I visited her. It's all because of them that I can do this.

But this boy...

"... Style. Still Royal Ivy......

To him, what can you do?

Mumble his present name meaninglessly with a suppressed voice. The doctors, who heard only my voice, asked, "Would you call me," but shook my neck to the side and flushed it.

As much as I understand the spiciness and watch over him as I can. Different places and living areas live in the same king's residence. No matter how much you take to it, even I'm the one holding his life ahead of him, and he (...) self- (...) in (...) su (...) et al (...) na (...) y (...). As a brother-in-law, his life, with his subordinate covenant, depends on pride.

"... you've stayed a little too long. You guys can go back now.

I just came to look at my face for a little while, but I got confused.

Exhale deeply to confuse and check the clock. Even though Rosa's deputies can't delay her appointments any further.

Gently wipe the eyes of the style with your fingertips and instruct the doctors to leave the room. I've already prescribed it, and now I should make sure this kid gets some rest. Though he's seven years old, he's a boy. I don't want to make you cry easily. Especially for someone who hasn't been able to forgive their heart.

I lift my hips one foot as the doctors and samurai prepare to open the room as I instruct. One last peek into the face of the boy who became my nephew, and only an unusual sleeping face was there. I turn my heel back and hope he gets better soon as I walk to the door.

... If Pride stains black, he will surely stain black easily too. And if it stains white, he can walk the path of purity again. That's what a subordinate contract means. But now pride is too much.

"Dear Uncle Vest... Um, the style...

…………

As soon as I walked out of the dark deadline room into the lighted hallway, she jumped into view.

I tie my hands in front of my chest and shut up with my mouth tied for only one second to my niece, who looks up at me with a worried eyebrow. I remember the illusion of waking up from a bad dream. Because my vision opened up under the light from a dark place, or what?

─... Oh, I did.

"... a cold from fatigue"

Batan, and. I laugh at her as she hears the samurai close the door once from the inside of the room.

I realize I'm smiling softer than I thought. Crouch and gaze at her as she drops her hips in front of her instead of looking down from the top.

She said she should have checked before entering the room. "Now she's falling out. He caresses her head shaking her anxiously purple eyes and speaks softly to the princess who became his sister-in-law.

"I guess I'm tired of living in a castle I'm unfamiliar with away from my paternity. I remember it, too. It's okay, it'll be better soon after a few days off.

With a stroked hand of wavy deep red hair, he finally put his hand on his little shoulder.

Still no different. Her expression is not excellent. On my contemplative glance and leaning face,... I'm only relieved of this now.

I get the sentiment that I'm worried about Stayle from every move this kid makes. I can't help but save Style from the fact that he's worried about my brother-in-law.

- Please, be nice.

"I would never say that, but you shouldn't go into too many rooms. In case you catch a cold, it's hard."

That's what I say, and I say goodbye because I have next plans.

Turn your back on her and let her go early enough to turn around and disappear completely from her. Wait a few seconds and peek with your eyes in a direction where there is a room of style again so that it is not gently noticed from the shadows. When I saw it, pride had just entered the room of the style with the doctors who had come out of the room.

If it's just an act to me, I don't even have to go into the room on purpose. No, if it was my previous girlfriend, I would stop the weak style once... and where my thoughts were still getting deeper.

At least that kid's, only look worried about Stayle was real. That's all for sure. And if pride has really turned into a kind princess, as rumors and reports say.

- What, a miracle?

Walk, think as you go down the hallway.

I don't know what the reason is. But if it did, there is still light in the future of the Style.

Tiara will also live here next month. Tiara and that alone will change his world as long as Pride is there gently. It makes me think that I am not an abomination of destiny, but a way of life that makes many people happy.

Dyeing the style black or keeping it white is pride that shapes it. All I can do is watch. But if he went down the white road as he wished, and came to this point of reaching, then he poured everything out on him without hesitation as Regent,

Grow into one arm to support the Queen (Pride).

As he wishes.