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

"Hey, nice to meet you, Lyla. Thank you for remembering us."

I drop my hips at Lyla for walking over to me and return the words as I gaze at her.

I wonder if she's about ten years old by the look of it. Lila turns a smile as bright as a smile and midsummer says, "Yeah!" He nodded forcefully. Keep looking at Stayle and Arthur from me sequentially, chest up with a small body to brag about what you remember.

"You're the family of the Knights who have a brother! My brother talked about it yesterday."

"Me... about them?

Why? The question arises first.

No way, it's just a bad feeling. When we looked at each other, Style and Arthur thought the same thing, and their complexion changed.

If you're a royal and direct superior, I still can't find a reason for Norman to talk about a child who just had Deputy Eric pick you up. A slightly frowned stile held the frown wrinkle between her fingers so that she wouldn't think she was staring at Lyla. Stay out of the shadows for one step forward.

"What the hell were you talking about us?

To Style's inquiry, Lyla let her eyes wide open.

Then I squeezed my lips and twisted my body to the left and right as I pointed in different directions to think about the eyes that were pointing straight at the style. It's more like he's seriously devising something than a unique scorch for a child. What's the matter, sir? and when Arthur also asked intolerably, Lila said, "Secret!," he raised his voice briefly.

"My brother told me not to tell anyone. So secret."

They're being stopped by just Norman.

Could this really have been noticed by our invitation? I originally used Jeanne or Philip's name as it is, so I can't look into it when I'm asked to. If you were a knight, you'd know the names of Jeanne and Philip.... Is that it? No, but it's true that Norman became the main squad knight...

Arthur's complexion was even bluer while all the doubts turned and pondered. Arm up and consolidate your facial expressions so that Style can't even ask Lyla. When we were silent, Lila looked up to us with a different voice of "hey" discouragement to change the story.

"Sisters, you're close to those knights, aren't you?

"? Yeah, of course. One is a relative."

"Well, next time, will you ask me how my brother's doing in the Knights?

Please. And Lila twisted her little neck at us so she could smile sweetly.

Actually, there's a captain here right now who knows exactly what's going on in your brother's Knights. There's no way I can tell you, and I still kind of relieve you of wondering how your brother works.

"Yes, it's good," he thought if he asked Arthur without asking Deputy Eric, and when he replied on the spot, he smiled happily full face. It makes me so happy to smile so innocently.

I guess I'm as proud as I am of myself to wonder if the Knights admire such a little girl. Norman is a fine knight, too, and maybe Lila wants to know about the Knights themselves.

Thanks! And I return my words to Lila, who makes me play my voice, and laughs even as I hide my mouth with one hand as it is. When I see such a glittering smile, I throw it at her even more as I think of Tiara as a little girl.

"Does Lila like to talk about knights?

"Yeah, I hate it. It's hard."

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Her face was drawn to shock by Lyla, who said horribly rustling away with a nice smile.

Now...... did I say I didn't like it?! Besides, it stinks.

I wavered too late in my understanding of what was said. I don't know what to do, I'm pretty shocked. Although I certainly don't think the knight is up to the absolute liking of all the people, the destructive power is different when Lyla, who is pure and the knight's sister, tells me.

I just move my mouth with pak and no words. I change the angle of my face once off my back from Lila. If I turned my gaze from Lyla towards Arthur, I knew he was pretty shocked, too. My mouth is harder than mine with my mouth open. Stunning, I am not even allowed to blink with my eyes open to reveal a word of This project is too shocking for Arthur, who loves knights.

Stile also held the black edge of his glasses, while his eyes were turned to worry about Arthur more than Lyla, who was the prime source of the statement.

I don't know what to do, I figured she was Norman's sister. Lila kept talking to us so that we didn't even notice that she was going to be silenced.

"I also hate the Knights. I also hate my brother's 8th Squad. I don't like knights either. And I hate the captain. I like my brother."

Lila, who throws down flat horrible drama pills, is cute and angry with only her expression pointy lips, but her remarks are a little too hard for us. It's lethal to Arthur. Besides, isn't "Captain" contextually about Captain Arthur the Eighth?!

This is not good, I tried to block Arthur's ear unintentionally but naturally it was too late. Arthur was no longer a bloody complexion to Lyla, who made a "hate" statement even though she was in person before her eyes. The puffy open mouth is now closed like a pull, and only eyes that have forgotten to blink are still open. Arthur is not angry with the child, but feels accumulated in shock for that matter. I'm confident I'd be depressed too if such a little kid told me not to like it, and I think I'd cry.

I'll stick around and support Arthur's arm, which is either too shocking or flattering. Then, next time, the stile moved.

"... why do you hate it? Norman......, did you say anything to me?

Style is one step ahead of us again.

I also feel a little angry over here. I bent my knees to Lyla so that I wouldn't just apply pressure, with a smiley look on her face. I feel a willingness to let her answer this time, looking straight into her eyes.

"I was told..." Lila muttered small to be pushed by such a style, then nodded cocoonly, leaning her face down with her lips and pointy.

"Can you tell me what they said? Bad story about the Knights? Is that work stupidity? Is that a bad word from the captain? No way." The Holy Knight's... "

"Hey, Ste...... Pffillip! Wait, wait, wait!

Scary, scary! Absolutely scary, so...

In a hurry I cling from Arthur's arm. Now I jump onto Stile's arm and pull it up. While trying to get the crouching style to stand up, he said, "Calm down!" He suppresses his voice and appeals to his ear.

No, I'm a little bit angry! I guess Norman decided he was saying bad things about his best friend Arthur. Sure, I thought so too, but...

Or other than that, I can't find any reason why Lila doesn't like you at pinpoint. But that's why I'd look cute if I interrogated Lyla.

Luckily, I wasn't scared of Lyla either because I let her pull the stile off early. With a decent face, "Holy Knight...? When I look back and ask," Maybe I don't know.

It's still small, and it was a few months ago that I received the title of Saint Knight of Arthur, and I don't have to know. Keep saying, "Like I heard...?" Lila twisted her neck, posing as if she were poking her index finger at her mouth. The behavior itself is sooo cute, but now I'm afraid I'm going to oil the fire of the style. Norman, what did you really say to such a little girl?

Stile hadn't reached enough anger to unravel me on the boulder either, he solidified me since he caught my arm, but his pitch-black gaze remains pierced by Lyla. It's like looking for a witness to hunt down the killer completely already. I'm afraid you're also thinking of punishing Norman from what Lila said.

"Lyla.... what are you guys doing here too?

... ahhh.