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

"Sorry! I invited you from this side and you made me wait...!

Powell came back in a hurry when the battered style managed to bring it back together.

While neither me nor Arthur were perplexed by the style of not trying to tell us exactly what was going on, it was not at the dining place. He saw us with very little mouth on, and he thought Powell had kept us waiting.

"No, I'm fine," said Steele, who slapped his cheek patsy a few times, returning him and welcoming him as he sat down at Powell. I think it sounds like a style around trying to behave like this in public.... Speaking of which.

"Powell, by the way, who was just at the school gate?"

"Pffawell! More than that, let me know how you've been since then."

The style rarely overlapped my voice to cover up my words.... I wonder what really happened.

I can't tell you about people either, but I've been suspicious of Style's behavior since I came to school. It was also unusual for Stayle to get all the words cloudy when asked. You usually talk to me, Arthur, and Tiara. Neither Amlet nor my uncle just now will try to talk to me at all. Kind of lonely.... but I guess I can't talk about people either.

Arthur also felt suspicious, tilting his neck clearly when he looked at me. I don't know either, even without words. I know I shouldn't be forced to dig deeper if it's about Style's past, but I still care.

Powell was also Powell, and when I tried to ask, he was starting to look wide open, but as soon as Stayle changed the subject, he said, "Oh, oh!" I nodded to match it. Still unfamiliar with his first encounter, he is naturally the benefactor, Style, over us.

As he sat back in his original place to regain his mind, Powell ate a few bites of the sandwich Steel had given him that he should eat first. "Delicious," he told Powell, who gave me a word of sentiment, that the bread, which had also changed the style, was very delicious, and carried the rest of the sandwich out to his mouth as well.

Me and Arthur each listen to Powell as he eats one bite of his own meal, as the two of us somehow urge him to do.

According to Powell, they found a destination to go to as soon as Steele helped them. They showed me to the city where my children lived by chance, and they immediately found someone to take care of them. He said his special abilities were also unstable and difficult at the time, but thanks to his friends, he didn't have to be smoked out of the city.

"So you can handle special abilities already?

Still no problem at all, Style asked, checking Powell from top to bottom.

I'm also very curious about it and realize it makes me look forward. Powell was discharging his surroundings with bees at a fair percentage in the game, but so far he hasn't shown us any special abilities. That means that's all you can control.

Powell let his cheeks loosen only slightly before nodding at the question of the style. The fingertips glow round and like a spark when you let your index finger stand gently to show. I knew it was electricity, not light.

Special abilities stabilize even at his or her age, and... in Powell's case, there must have been a past and a mental reason. From what I heard about Stayle at the time, he said the higher his emotions, the worse they were.

"That said, it's just control. I can't help it when I'm angry... but I can live normally now."

The wind shook Powell's short, golden hair, which gave off an electric index finger and grabbed her fist all the way and dropped her gaze.

A breeze as gentle as his expression strokes us. "Well..." Zero Style also smiled happily at the words. I was more than happy with the phrase that I was able to live a normal life.

"Really, thanks to Philip. You helped me a stranger who did that, and... I had words then, so I could still do it."

Powell's empty eyes swayed with biting words one by one.

I scratched my cheeks with my fingertips as the style slightly awkwardly missed my eye on Powell moisturizing as I remembered. They soon found out that was the light, Arthur reaches out and bangs his palm in from behind me to the back of Style.

Stuck in breath by leaning back unintentionally, Style stared silently at Arthur at the next moment. But as soon as Arthur returned a ni happy grin, he held back the black edge of his glasses with regret. My cheeks finally light up so I can't stand it as it is. He was praised in front of us and lit up the boulder's style.

"We don't know exactly what the word" was then, but I'm sure he sent me a nice word because it's about Stayle. Because Style has been a really sweet kid for a long time.

When he accidentally smiled to me, he turned his face away from me as much as he could after his eyes opened as Stayle noticed. "Please don't look at me like that......" even more red to my ear than just now. Instead of being asked by my best friend, he seems embarrassed.

"So as soon as I heard the announcement, I decided I was going to Pradest, too. It's free here, and you can tell me a lot more than just study, right? And it was just fine, and... most importantly, when I remembered Philip's words, I definitely wanted to go."

"Philip's, do you...?

Arthur, who tilted his neck at Powell's words, listens back.

Arthur's question bothers me as well, nodding and in tune. Powell smiled happily at it, "Oh," and turned that smile straight at us.

"Four years ago, Philip said, This country is going to be better. Plus, I founded this school, Prye."

"Powell.... please, more than that"

Don't tell me. And, in the middle of the conversation, Style blocked the word again.

Oh, wait, I think the school creation was definitely trying to say something about me right now.

Stile covered his mouth with his right hand as he waited and stretched his left hand to Powell to show the flat. Powell's eyes circle on the style, which is so bright red that his glasses seem cloudy.

Ok, and Powell immediately makes a noise, but I don't know why the style is lit. Why are you such a bright red, though I don't think you're angry with your Powell opponent.

"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong...?

"No, you're not bad...... thanks for remembering"

Powell, if you're your opponent, the spine of the style is rounder than usual.

Somehow I can see that against Powell it has already treated me gently and gently. If this were my real sister Tiara, she would have silently blocked her mouth. If I were you, I would have been pissed.

Pussy...... and the style with the hot air leaned down with his face still red. Was it also some embarrassment to me? No, but Powell wouldn't even know that Stayle was a prince, and I don't think Stayle would speak ill of me. So, did you praise me or something? What if, originally, Powell didn't think of royalty as often as Val did?... because now what do you think?

"What do you think Powell thinks about royalty?

Style turned to me before Ba 'an and Powell. "What are you talking about?" cries his gazed eyes.

Arthur was also comparing me to Stayle with dishy eyes to harass him. But I still wonder how the royalty is reflected from the people. Besides, Powell is a victim of human trafficking, even though it ended with an attempt. It is also our country's responsibility to fail to protect him properly.

Powell squeezed his eyes at my question and grabbed a bite of the second bread and swallowed it. "Royalty......" he muttered, then glanced at him to think, then opened his mouth again.

"You dare to like the First Princess of Pride. You made me a school, and you're helping me with my studies and my work."

... sooooo awesome. My face gets accidentally hot for a "like" statement.

I even feel weird illusions because you look me in the eye and say it. Savoring a second bite of bread as it was, Powell moved his mouth. I feel like I got fan service from an admired movie actor, and I can't keep up with the look on my face.

That's just me pinpoint. I figured in the corner of my head that Style would have followed me somehow four years ago.

Powell bites his third bite so that he doesn't mind my blush at all, and counts his fingers out as he eats.

"And then - with the queen and the king and his brother-in-law... was it Princess Tiara II and Prince Steele we talked about recently? At least nobody hears bad rumors now. Until about ten years ago, I think one of the princesses heard all about me."

That's me.

And the last prince I told you is your benefactor, and I will hold back where I want to say it. First of all, I'm relieved that now the royal family hasn't said anything bad about anyone.

Haha...... and leaking a dead laugh, Powell got used to me a little too, and threw me a story about the recapture that was months ago. All he knew was what he was promulgating to the people, but he never dreamed of having three parties in front of him.

We also keep quietly eating mogmogs and sandwiches listening to Powell to mislead our rush. Whenever we heard from his mouth, "Dear Pride," "Dear Steele commands the Commander-in-Chief," and "The Holy Knight," we were confused as to where our gaze was going.

There's only one way to eat or gavel anymore. I didn't think Powell would talk a lot from me so far. I thought it was like a "normal but" word as a return!

Or I even feel more familiar with the rumors of royalty than the ordinary people. What made you so interested in royalty?

As soon as I heard my topic as far as Arthur as the style as well, my face was red.

"It was far-sighted the first time I saw it at the opening ceremony, but... the royals and knights were all dressed up"

... Give me a break already, Mr. Powell.

Covering my face and turning bright red, Powell called us there after finally realizing this sinking. Having flattened our sandwiches to delude us of shame, we lost something to chew on and dropped on the grounds of "fullness" until the bell at the end of the lunch break rang.

Fitting the pre-bell, we went back to the school building together until halfway through, and we promised to have lunch together again tomorrow. After all, Uncle Sudden Intrusion and I ended up not being able to talk to Steel and Powell satisfactorily because of my accidental rampage. At the end of the day, Powell answered my last question.

"I've been in the High Department for two years. Regards Philip, Jeanne, Jack"

That's what Powell said when he turned seventeen this year. At the end of the day, he couldn't help but look back and laugh at his teeth.