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

Haaaaaaaa......

"... Alan"

Hahhhhhhh...

"Eric......"

Haaaaaa......

"Arthur"

Ha................................................

"Dear.............................. Stayle"

The sound of kachi, kachi, kachi and second hand only stands out now.

To them sighing the jock with one hand in it, the column held the eyebrows down with its fingers.

"Why are you so exhausted on your first day of school…………"

Kang, and the bottom of the column jock slammed the table dull.

It was still good when Eric and I were drinking together, including what it meant to share information while Alan invited us. Let's wait until Arthur gets here. Maybe Master Stayle was drinking while he told me he was with him. It was still peaceful even though I told him that Master Pride's prediction was that he would again turn to King Cedric's brother for help.

But if Arthur and Stayle rendezvous and there was a quick information-sharing attempt after an apology from Arthur to Alan at the apex, everyone but the column would drink bitterly and end up sighing and leaning down. With one casual throw from the column.

It's just, "Except for the example prediction. What's the particular problem in school?" Not everyone could answer the question without a problem. Despite the fact that they all have different seats, the column only solicits anxiety for sighing and sighing items in the same way. Tomorrow I will dive into the school as a special lecturer.

Alan, and first call on the person sitting next to him.

This time, Alan, the person who suggested drinking and sharing information, was holding the jock in one hand, a rare appearance of exhaustion for him.

Once clouded by a "no" throw from the column, Alan smiles bitterly and looks up.

"Honestly... King Cedric, my brother is too popular. Come on. Every time I walk to school, I can't believe the woman screams... and King Cedric's brother actively sticks into people's waves, so my ears are so hard..."

Ha... and Alan sighs again.

Alan was in charge of Cedric's escort to school with Harrison.

It is not uncommon in itself to accompany royal and heavy town escorts in ceremonies, inspections, etc. But the man's wild cheer is familiar to hear. Even Alan rarely bathed the woman's tall screams at close range.

Normally a certain distance is preserved for royalty even down to the city. And at the ceremony, screaming is only a degree of screaming according to manners, even when it goes up.

But when it came to school, the screams of the woman, who was also the general public, were multiplied and doubled, and she did not hesitate to split Alan's ear at close range. If it's just a woman's calling, yelling, noise, etc., Alan won't be exhausted to this point either. But the scream of a feverish woman whose excitement wouldn't cool was like an ultrasound. Alan was more surprised by Cedric, who was flat when he heard that.

"We're absolutely surrounded in the classroom, and King Cedric's brother won't refuse to reply, so we'll have an extra gathering... the dining room we rendezvoused in was a complete hell of a..."

Cedric, who even pulled out the word royalty but caught the eye of many female students with only his sight, naturally surrounded himself with all the time but class, even during the class.

And it was the dining room where Alan most saw hell. At first, Harrison and I took turns leaving him under the big nickname of "looking around," keeping an eye on Pride's class and surroundings so students and teachers wouldn't notice.

But while Alan was away, the second limit was over, and Cedric, who politely refused to take the courtesan's son to dinner, turned to a middle-and-high-shared dining room where the upper class of humans should not approach him with their feet. Cedric, who was in a whirlpool of careers and screams even as he walked down the hallway and on campus, entered the cafeteria bustling with many students, mingling from lower to advanced levels, and the wide cafeteria was extremely chaotic.

"No, what the hell is going on?" Harrison said... "You're close to King Cedric's brother. Half the students wind up with his murder, so let King Cedric's brother float..."

As a result, Harrison was to be removed from Cedric during his time off and turned around for a look at pride, when his vigilance over humans approaching Cedric began to release until he was killed.

Starting tomorrow, except for class, Alan, who declared that I would follow King Cedric's brother, put his chin on the table.

If it's true, I'd like to see pride outside of class, but if I do that, Harrison can wave his sword at the rough waves approaching Cedric. The only time I could see Pride up close was when I met Eric at the school gate when I dropped out. Everything else was far-fetched.

Good job! And Eric worked hard, and I'm sorry. I bow my head in the momentum of Arthur hitting the table instead of Harrison. "Well, he's doing fine looking around," Alan said, grinning bitterly at the reaction between the two of them, gently following Harrison, including booze.

Most importantly, Cedric himself was also salvation for not caring at all about Harrison's killings. Because Cedric himself, who only sees him as an "iron wall escort," was flat, avoiding any suspicion or objection to the knights on the part of the students as well.

As it stood, "I can't believe there were no suspicions or anomalies other than that," Alan wrapped his eyes around Arthur, who sits in the seat across the street so as to divert him from his own stupidity. And what about you? And now Arthur rang his throat with Gokuri before he had a drink.

"This one... it seems that the identity of Master Pride has not yet been discovered."

See? And make sure it's the style that sits next to you.

I can't talk about Amlet or Powell or anything, but there was still something Arthur and Steele could tell them. We've already shared information about the cloys through pride. Now open your mouth so that Style can continue to think of something else to talk about.

"It's just that... I got horrible attention"

He continued to do so with a sigh mix and tilted the jock with a distant eye.

Attention, I could imagine them to some extent with the word, but their faces were stretched out when I told them that I had accidentally answered all the strength tests she had taken today from Stayle to Pride at school and even more.

With pride and style, you don't even have to think about not even getting into the question area, such as exam questions. Moreover, I heard in the description of the style that there was even a range of plans to make them learn not only in the middle but also in the higher departments, and it was decided that pride would definitely float tomorrow.

Wow... and while Alan was small and nil, Arthur moans again for another reason, as he recalls, "I couldn't solve all of it..." When I heard that, most importantly, Alan laughed back, "No, I'll never solve it, either," he said. Unlike columns and Eric, Alan is not confident in learning either. Then he plugged in a calm voice this time asking how Eric was doing "by the way".

"How about the students around you? In particular, pride and style are popular with other students."

"No, I am. It's plain stuff since King Cedric's brother got on the subject. It's just that my sister..."

"Sooo popular......!

Gong, and now it's time Arthur's forehead hit the table.

Stile turns only to Arthur, who said forcefully to smear his remarks as Stile tries to flatly put himself up on the shelf. He nodded silently at the columns, who kept half laughing, leaking a low voice, as everyone had guessed. To girls or boys, I don't even have to ask that. Because it's also one of the things they feared themselves.

It was obvious once Arthur, who moistened his throat with a lot of booze, spoke with his own eyes of what was going on in the class. Even from Arthur's eyes, the way boys gathered around pride coincided with social circles and ceremonial times.

Moreover, it is popular even though its identity is now unknown. In other words, it was like being demonstrated that the men were gathered for reasons other than greeting her, who was also a princess in the social world.

"Something's going on with me and me, and... I've been watched every time I'm different."

Ahhh... so Alan and Eric half laugh. The column snorted one person as convinced by it.

In fact, an international tall Arthur also gained prominence when it came to boys students in his class, but he was equally unconscious in his pride. I was age controlled in the same year as them, but I wasn't uncomfortable looking up because I was mentally much younger.

Arthur had also noticed that pride and style had received the attention of many students on campus. Especially when the boys talked to me involving myself and Stayle, I even felt uncomfortable with the look that played their plain only when I talked to Pride.

There were similar expressions on the warrants and princes speaking to pride at ceremonies and such. Arthur was naturally aware of his uncomfortable smile when he tried to hide his fondness for pride on the surface.

"No really... I was in a real hurry for a moment when I was invited to come with me until I dropped out of school or something..."

Haaaa...... and another deep sigh is exhaled.

If the columns twisted their necks about what they meant by that, Style started explaining it on Arthur's behalf. I begin to elaborate one by one on how my pride in the class was primarily in the attention of the boys and how they have even invited me to the school gate and down to school even after I used Alan's name to restrain them.

The sense of crisis when I was invited out of school was natural, as was Arthur. It was something he could well have expected, too, that Pride, already an absolute popularity in the Knights, would be popular with men his age. Similar to what Stayle thought, if we did not inhibit our preference for pride as soon as possible, within which we shared the same concerns about what outrage they would be in, a common people who did not know who princess pride was. In my head I was reminded over and over again of the disrespect Cedric was about to commit to Pride first two years ago. It's a big problem for the same royalty to do it, but if the general public does it, there can be plenty of death.

To the story of Style, the Kingsguard knights, who were predictable, change from a half laugh to an indescribable look.

Well, I guess so, the word came through to Style with his expression, even if he didn't say it. I don't think the boys of those years would be reckless because they were "scared of their parents.

Stayle and Arthur also apologized for putting the subject of Alan and his father out to them again in the middle of the conversation, but Alan laughed in a nutshell and returned it. At a time when I'm supposed to be keeping relatives with Eric, I know I'm going to get involved to some extent. Instead, I could even afford to laugh when the "grandfather drowns Jeanne" setting was interesting.

"... well, eventually at school, their interest was shifting to Deputy Eric and Captain Alan, who are knights, not sisters.... I'm relieved to be honest"

Finally, he was a wary style and Arthur that he had not yet given up his pride at that time, but he was relieved that if he opened the lid, he was just looking for a knight.

Just one incident in the dining room and the presence of Alan and Eric, who disclosed it as information to restrain them, turned around well. More than pride, their interest turned to the knight, who is also the longing of the people. That was a delightful miscalculation. For that matter, I think it's because they diminish my interest in pride.

"No, I'm really relieved," Arthur also snorted forcefully at Style's words, pulling out the strength of his shoulders, which were rising again with a big sigh. but

"No. I was wondering if I should never be relieved of my guard again."

Shortly after Style and Arthur pulled their strength out of their shoulders, Eric gave them a clear voice color to say no to.

If Alan and the column also turned their eyes to the assertion that they thought was rare for the Stayle opponent, they would have just leaned to empty the jock that had remained nearly half.

Eric gently honks his throat with the gubbies before Style asks what the hell that means. Drinking, pouring himself more booze into the jock, this time continuing the words in a calm and usual way.

"... well.... because children of those ages will rekindle at any time. The fever is easy to get in, and once you're interested, you won't be able to give in, and I think it's about the age you want to extreme. Most importantly, because Master Pride is truly beautiful. I think the more noticeable we are going to be, the more interested they will be."

Arthur raised and lowered his shoulder only once to Eric, who looked at the growing jock of booze and giggled back. Look at the complexion and understand that Eric is deceiving something.

Eric, who was only involved in the transfer, was convinced that the boys who question-attacked themselves at the school gate, said Stayle and Arthur, had not cooled their interest in pride.

Unlike Style, who was adopted as a child and raised as a royalty, and Arthur, who put his energy into training as a knight, field work, and helping with his house, Eric clearly knows that he lived a general life as a common man, even though he was aiming for a knight.

Rather, he said their fever for pride remained increasing.

I don't think it was a lie that they really admired themselves as knights, or the eyes interested in knights.

But from them, who wanted to throw their gaze at pride, which should not be related from time to time while talking, to deliberately make her listen to her martial arts so that she could hear it too, and to go to play with pride-related questions and houses so that they could be disputed by questions about knights, the distinctive vanity and shame of the opposite sex were hidden in those days.

I want her to be interested in me, I want to know more about her, I want to be closer, but I'm not directly involved. I don't want them to think I'm disappointed. I don't even want my friends to notice that love. But it bothers me. He wants to get closer in the guise of coincidence. Eric's own love affair with the embarrassing state of the boys he remembers when he was about his age was outrageous to Eric, an adult.

I don't even think I've been made a mess to get closer to my pride, but I definitely would have thought it was "awesome." I even think infiltration into the middle, not the primary, was the right thing to do, considering that some of the guys would have definitely messed with the pride upside down, even at a younger age.

I don't want anyone to notice my love. So get close on account of another admiration or something you like. I'm not directly involved. And the appearance of the boys was dazzling to Eric's eyes.

If this wasn't the first princess, if it really was love for an average girl, I'd even want to push her back. But sadly, I even learned sympathy if I thought their love wouldn't come true. All Eric could do to them was keep a warm eye on temporary sweet and sour memories and pray that their young recklessness would not lead to a great sin involving the clan.

"Arthur. Never take your eyes off Master Pride, do you?... in those days, I'd really do anything."

Gubbi, and after pouring the liquor for another bite, a heavy-duty voice like lead is released from Eric.

With regard to the last word, it is advice that also includes experience as an older person. As soon as that happened, not only did Arthur, who was eye-to-eye, but also Stayle shook his back for a moment. The phrase "do anything" also sounds like a smiling meaning if you're dealing with a boy or girl, but it's also horrible if you think you can hit the First Princess.

Alan also let his gaze float across the universe with a grin that drew him to remember something in Eric's words: "Ahhh."

Alan himself had no interest or interest in women rather than in love until he met Pride, but if he remembered what recklessness the boys and girls of his age had around him at the time, he even told him cold sweat.

The column gives Eric and Alan that look an extra headache. It's a story that was far removed from the aristocratic column, but the weight of the words could be fully perceived by the reaction of the two of them. Arthur also remembers himself at the time, as pushed by Eric's remarks, and a friend who was close to his age. I recall several times that even the story of a guest who was coming to his mother's small restaurant, speaking of which, the children of that age were all sorts of soothing and talked about.

Then Alan muttered "fourteen," just fine, continuing to support the weight of Eric's remarks.

"When I was fourteen, I knocked my father out to get out of the house."

If you want to leave the house, you tell Alan to take me down, and the column says, "Speaking of which, you said" to Alan who connects you.

It was my first ear to Eric, but I'm also convinced when it comes to Alan's remarks. But Arthur and Style were only caught now that it was fourteen. Then now I remember another story so that the column would be impressed by Alan's story.

"Speaking of which, my father once told me that a young lady from an old Count's house used to walk out of a house at night with her differently identified lover to meet him, but... it sure seemed like we were both around fourteen"

Style and Arthur peel their eyes at the same time.

"It was only my father's day, though rumors without roots or teeth of the Count's slander," he added in a calm manner to the two panicking people, but still unsettling.

Relieved that a sense of crisis had returned to the two of them, Eric overlapped his words to push even harder.

"Even as a child, when I was still fourteen, both men and women coloured. Especially since there are places like" early winners "when a man likes himself and a woman close to his age. When you get fourteen, if you succeed, you usually get married according to the age of the other woman."

Clearly sound a warning to Arthur and Style, saying it in a tone that tells a smiling story.

Stayle was also something I understood with my head, but with experience and testimony comes extra realism. Naturally, we're all in our own class now, the same age. And I don't know what kind of action Eric will take as a result of his "quick winner." Again, Style reconsidered that we should think about dealing with this so that we can stop at "friendship" as soon as possible.

Where Style and Arthur have changed their complexions, and it's time to stop threatening them, the column shuts its mouth and flaunts its shoulders. No matter how many children the two of you deal with, you no longer have the fear of diluting your guard. More than that, the column is a little more liquor advanced than usual to ease the conversation, Eric says.

"Eric, by the way. How was your day? You seem very tired..."

I still hadn't heard Eric's stupidity or his report, I turn my mind and throw it.

Besides, Eric frowned, "Uh, myself," and turned to the column with a bitter laugh. Ha ha... I laugh in my withered voice just because I want you to laugh off me before I say it, and then I go on with the words.

"My mother invited the prides to breakfast in the morning, and on the way home, I sewed between jobs to my brother Keith, to come home and try to take the Stayles on a sightseeing under the castle as they were. No wonder my mother baked cookies to the First Prince and the Prince to give them an admission celebration, and after returning to the castle, if she wanted to voluntarily collect them, she would refuse to Lord Pride and to Master Stayle to Arthur. … I'm already terrified of what my family will do tomorrow"

Though in a soft tone, he was so exhausted that Eric's face was all he could see was his heart.

I'm sorry...... and as Arthur lowered his head deeply, Style also held his brow between his fingers a little impeccably.

Originally there, Eric might not have let himself down so far had Arthur or Stayle alone been returned, but both of them, to be honest, won the greed for a corner cookie and the desire to receive generosity from Eric's mother. As the same man, they both understood quite a bit how difficult it was for Eric that royalty and juniors would eat their own parents' handmade.

I turned to Eric to sympathize with Alan and even Column for Eric's story. Put your hands on Pong and Eric's shoulders as Alan sits next to them as a delegate.

As if Arthur would excuse himself. "But it was sooo delicious!" Raise your voice and Stayle lined it up with words of consent. But from Eric's point of view, "You ate..." I rather get applauded for the embarrassment.

Looking at how it was going, Alan and Column decided not to mention that during their Kingsguard business, Pride was happy to split the cookies in the wrap into snacks instead, and even Tiara, the second princess, for a good time of tea. Pride didn't even make it clear from whom then, but now I don't even have to ask who sent that cookie.

"... my mother, she really wanted a daughter. My second brother was also born. The children are both boys, and Keith at the end has said since he was a child that he wanted a sister too..."

Haaaaah...... and.

Place the drunk jock on the table and flatten it so that your back sticks out beyond roundness. Eric's words, which he zeroed in again with great sigh, contained the certainty that the past month would be a very long one.

"Well, drink it," "myself, I'll pour it," he said, pouring booze simultaneously on Eric's jock, which Alan and Arthur each emptied for the second time.

His ordeal also, I think, has just begun today.