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

"... honestly. I still want to hit you sometimes."

Boosh, and.

It was after the afternoon that Stayle groaned so like she was talking to herself.

He moved earlier from Vest, the regent, and now he was on Jilbert's aide to learn king's matchmaking duties. For Tiara, who will take over the king's concierge, and for her pride, who should be queen.

Help compile the materials to be submitted to Albert in Jilbell's office. Most of them were described by other superiors and subordinates, but it was also the role of the prime minister to easily re-edit the materials compiled from them into the eyes of Wang and his wife.

Stile's words quietly drilled into silence as he moved his hands to that task he was already used to. The flesh sounded well, even small, in the space where until earlier it was just the sound of rolling documents and running pens.

"Oh, I thought I was every day."

Stiles stares at Jill Bale, who laughs at her shoulders as she turns around.

It sounds like a joke, but half of it is for real. From past sins, I take for granted that even if I am made of it by Steele. But at the same time, I knew that now he didn't feel as bad about himself as he did before. Words received from him in the recapture battle will not be forgotten, even after thousands of years.

If the pitch-black glance from the style was also returned with a gleaming grin, a wrinkle was engraved further between his eyebrows. He usually fights back here as soon as possible, but this time he shut his mouth.

Jill Bale quickly noticed him differently, looking back at each body. I opened the eyebrow spacing and looking straight back, Style finally put his gaze back on the paperwork.

"... I had an old dream this morning. I'm still angry because of you."

To that lowered voice, Jill Baer exhales and laughs small.

Really? Expect to some extent what kind of dream he had while giving it back. I could only imagine that it would be relevant to me, at least from the first remarks. When I get here, I move my mouth thinking about asking until the end.

"Once upon a time,... Is six years an old memory?

"No, it was over ten years ago."

Surprisingly distant, I circle my thoughts thinking.

Speaking of more than a decade before Style, I find out if it was just when he came to the castle. I've known that Style hates me for a long time, but then I sort out which rumors to Pride.

Stile moved his hand again, a little satisfied with what Jilbel had begun to think. Continue to capture Jill Veil in the corner of your vision while adding supplements to the material.

"There's a man with a bad tongue for you. He was vomiting heartless words."

"It is. You're the one with the rude."

"Even if it's disrespectful, it's light. Besides, the man is our prime minister."

"That's unacceptable."

I know it's only about me.

Establish a conversation on it as if it were about a human being who is not in this place with each other. Jill Bale also had a calm grin on the pale talking style. Gilbert himself is more aware of sin than anyone else. And these dislikes and pointers from the style are not unusual.

Style said, "Wouldn't you?," he continued, with mild words.

"I don't know, it's the end of a pepper in front of a castle person."

"No wonder His Royal Highness the King is not punished"

"Unfortunately, Father wasn't there. It's the end of everyone listening to men."

…………

"On the contrary, I speak not only of you, sister, but also of your father and mother."

"... Um, Dear Stayle. That's what if."

For the first time, Jill Bale's complexion changes.

I know that I was not well seen by Steele, and that I now know all my sins at the time. But only heard directly from Albert's assistant at a ceremony or something. But in the story of Stayle, it was done in a place without Albert. At that time, I wondered if I would have met him without Albert's presence, and even heard him say anything other than pride. I don't even remember Jill Bale on the boulder.

If so, the throat was slightly cramped when the door to memory was opened that could be......

The only thing I don't remember is what I said in front of Style. But countless times I have spoken ill of the royal family. I've always chosen places and opponents not to be distracted by royalty, but somewhere.

His hands solidified while holding the paperwork, asking Style, slightly unable to hide his impatience, but he applied Jilbel's words further up so that he could not hear.

"And under my room, the first prince. At the time, both my sister and I were supposed to be out of the room in a combination of teacher classes. He didn't think I was listening."

Blood fades from Jilbel's face into the sarcastic words of Style.

I don't even turn my tongue in my slightly open mouth, omitting what I did at the time. I remember spreading rumors to the upper echelons everywhere in order to spread the bad reputation of the royalty, and also waving by the palace of the Stiles, who are in the king's residence.

There are far fewer people on the royal side than the royal palace where Albert and the others are. Moreover, only their children lived in Wangju, where the upper echelons would go, where rumors were spreadable, and there were many holes if not even the eyes of the guards.

Gilbert, who was in a position to grasp the royal plans as prime minister, also had the pride tables in mind. Furthermore, when asked and pursued by pride and the style that had just entered the castle, which had no original reputation or credibility, I was easily proud to recieve and deceive myself. That much thought makes me want to tighten myself up at the time.

You'd be pissed, wouldn't you? and to the thirsty Jill Bale. Ask for consent like other personnel without the style changing. But Jill Bale can't recieve into boulders this time either. Until now I had been hostile to Stayle since childhood because of my direct dislike for pride. He admired his pride, saying he didn't think well of himself as hostile or malicious towards her. But if what he says now is true.

Given that, I felt my vision twitch and narrow. Originally, he thought he had a similar temperament to himself, but there was a possibility that he had been more strongly influenced by himself than he could have imagined.

Stile threw his gaze at him for only a moment, not having heard back from Jill Vail. I dare to tighten my mouth as my mouth is about to loosen to Jill Bale staring at me with a well-deserved eyelid-free eye. And instead, he struck a pile into him that would be a decisive strike.

"I was stuck in my room that day. My sister, you and your teacher were both distracted and soothed me without even reporting it to your father. I also wanted to read the letter slowly, so I was saved by that consideration.

To the words of Style, who said away in a calm tone, it was now up to Jilbel to become dazzled.

I accidentally dropped a document on my desk that I had just finished sorting out. Understand that his actions were known to him far earlier than expected.

If I relied on the information given by the style, I could immediately calculate when the hell it was. At that time, or if we get there, we should certainly have put that possibility into perspective. Think of a misguided reflection first. And shortly afterwards, I finally understood what was causing me to be hostile to Steele. On that day when he receives generous treatment from Pride and Albert, he decides to be hostile if he sees his deeds, which are a mass of malice. Now it was he who was growing up to be the next fine Regent, but his head became heavy as lead when he wondered what a scene he had shown him when he was only seven.

I can't stand it. If I put the paperwork on my desk and hold it from my forehead with one hand, I don't know what face to look like.

"And"

As I read that Jill Bale's mood, again, Style moved his mouth.

I usually laugh at the bottom of my heart that Jill Bale is completely dissipated, which is more about what he beats himself with his mouth. If I dared to go on consciously to a pale tone, Jilbel wouldn't raise his face once I cut him. He holds his forehead and grinds with his past self as he leans down.

Not with his mouth to look at, but with his eyes alone. Style told him so unilaterally, now spinning the loose mouth as it was.

"Thanks to you, I also noticed the enemy to be identified."

Nimmari, and. Jilbel slowly raised his face this time to the voice of the style, which gently emitted a black grin as it was.

From what I can see, I can't even feel hostile to myself right now from a smiling young man. I was just laughing at him for winning. Reminds me of the blink only once, and if my eyes match, the style gently holds the black edge of the glasses with my fingers. Then I rang Jilbert again with a calm voice.

"If I hadn't seen your nature then, I might have been fooled like my sister, you and Tiara, too. It's me now because of your belly blackness."

I say it off with a far more belly grin on this occasion now than Jill Bale.

Only now did Jill Bale's stomach ache to that grin of Style, who sometimes even thought he was smiling. I've always thought I had a similar temperament, but I wonder if maybe the factor that twisted his personality is really his fault.

When I think that the pure boy who used to hold the letter and cry at an early age was also distorted because I saw what he did, I'm even more bloody tempted that I've done irrevocable things. Instead, if you look at Style's own acts of malice towards Pride and Albert and also wonder if he kept it in his chest and let it roll for years, I don't think he would have killed him often. Ning Lo wants to kill himself.

"What do you say? Don't you think I'm angry?

Gilbert has no words for a style that speaks with his pitch-black eyes glowing in darkness.

You're right, the words were even heavy. I would also like to say that I was very sorry, but that cannot be enough. That day, six years ago, I saw my sins in the incumbent, and it was only natural now that he had turned his unusual intent to kill.

Because he knew far before his pride that he was committing, betraying and lying to her. If I knew that the boy, who was only seven years old, had been trying to protect his pride from people like himself, I felt like beating him to the desk instead of losing his head.

The raised face is naturally pulled with gravity to the table again. Keep your hands on your forehead and don't follow the new facts revealed too abruptly.

There was no reply, and Stayle threw "I'm pissed" at Jill Bale, who dropped his gaze, in a brief manner. Words that can be gently channelled as usual are now stabbed in Jilbel's stomach and heart. But.

"Which means I grew up looking at your back when I was seven."

The hand that supported his forehead also fell on that word, which was released with a voice that was unchanged and calm without waves.

Jill Baer lifts his gaze to him at the same time as his arm lands at his desk without force. Seeing, only his brow, which was smiling, was slightly praised.

That grin with mixed emotions was a look he would never have been able to do before he met Pride. Even after Jill Behr and I met each other, this time he also whispers more than that. With that expression, which could also be taken as a slightly worse grin, he now dropped his gaze from his side to his desk and ran the pen again. Even the sound of the pen tip scratching the crunchy and paper surfaces clearly reached Jilbel's ear.

I also understood what his expression meant, and Jilbel swallowed his mouth once. "No way," he whines with a sound close to his breath, then chills his head.

After gradually getting back on track with the silence and the sound of the pen he was used to hearing, Gilbert finally picked the right words to throw to the style there. I dare laugh softly and throw in a voice as calm as the stiles put on.

"... you didn't forgive me if I was also Master Steele, did you?

"That's impossible. I still have it in my roots. Even now I want to beat you up."

"Can I give it to you anytime you want?

Steele, who, naturally, denied Jill Behr's question, laughed back with a nose at the words.

Hung, and don't stop the pen from moving while making it sound. Make sure you have less paperwork left, and then return it to him with a lower voice this time.

"I've grown quite a bit because of you, too. I used to think I'd kick you out of the country when I became Regent... but I wouldn't think so now"

It's like I'm just saying I'm getting round myself, and Jill Bale's saying, "Ho?" I was able to strike a light correlation.

I am well aware that he is growing as a person as Regent. But I also understood that there was still a continuation in Style's words that sounded like they had something in them.

Style put the pen down once to do good in a well-separated spot, then grinned from the front to Jill Bale.

"I (...) will let (...) stand on the (...) head (...) of (...) country (...)"

to that lucid grin.

Jill Bale accidentally nearly laughed. I felt my lips squeezed tightly, but I thought it was too stylish an answer.

Despite the more murderous words than before, that was no more of an answer for Jill Bale. The boulder, Dear Stayle, gave it back to Stayle with only a grin whining praise in his heart.

"It's the same next time you betray me again," he threw to Jill Behr's grin when Steele also received it as a reply, continuing his paperwork again.

Style has no regrets about the day he found out about Jill Bale's nature that day. No matter how distorted and screwed I am as a result, I wish it was for pride.

Because no matter what happens to me, it was my vow to keep her safe from numerous adults and malice. Even if the factor that makes my personality like this was Jilbel, I don't resent it at all about that. Most importantly, not now.

Nor do I dislike this relationship with Jilbel.

"I'll be done in three more pieces, Jill Bale. Don't keep your father and Tiara waiting."

"Rest assured. Because I'm already done."

Mmm, and that's where Steele's face finally distorts in hostility.

I'm angry that I wasn't finished at the time I talked to you, and that I still couldn't beat Jill Bale because of the speed of my work.

The moment I found myself lagging behind, Style's hand moved faster. Jill Bale also drops her shoulder strength and looks at it with a grin. I found that Style, at least, did not resent himself in terms of the cause of what his personality did, and relaxed his nature and tension.

To the extent that he still sprouts a mischievous mind to run his pen to desperately challenge himself.

"Then we must keep this neck clean until Master Stayle is regent."

"Is that another declaration of war of betrayal? Then I will make you solemn on this occasion."

No, I gave him a gentle rub on the neck while returning the words.

Slightly Steele tries to kill Jilbert, who wants to clear the other three in a hurry, but sharpens his focus. Jill Bale himself likes the character of the style.

"If you leave Maria and Stella to die, I'll pull you out of hell, but I'll kill you."

"Yeah. I can't die until I nurse Lady Stayle's old age either."

Style realizes he would have definitely broken the pen if he hadn't held back a little more strength.

Jill Baer's calm voice stared at the paperwork while still biting his back teeth. I think that that word that was spoken lightly could really be in my old age.

I hit the urge to say it back. Now I'm going to clean up the paperwork, and Style finished it twice as fast as he talked to me, making a noise and getting the paperwork done on my desk. Tong Tong! and Jilbel quietly laughed at the stronger sound than usual that the mood of the style was still leaning.

Let's go, and I'll leave the room so I can follow Jill Bale, who I'm supposed to be aiding. Once again, they returned to Albert's waiting office.

"You were late, Jill. Bale, stay. Sorry, the paperwork is accumulating again."

"Welcome back. Brother, didn't you tell Chancellor Gilbert to be mean again?

He rang a knock and opened the door and Albert and Tiara greeted them both.

While we are away from our seats, a new pile of work is placed not only on Albert, but also on Gilbert and Style's desk. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but even while I return the word to Albert, the conversation between you and Tiara, who pokes at the core, is only momentarily past my mind. And at the same time, he turned his smile to them and returned the words.

"" It's outrageous ""

To both of them with all their voices, Tiara drank the word "I knew it" and swelled her cheeks to the style, and Albert also frowned slightly and glanced at Jilbert.

The next Regent and the Prime Minister, who lived a long time, went back to work as usual when he recieved them as if they didn't even notice their gaze.