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

"Oh? What's up, Style? And even Arthur.

I look back as I enjoyed a cheer with the samurai and the guards. Then Arthur came to me in line with a style that leaned down in a very bad mood without unusual repairs to his public smile and appeared tired.

"I'm sorry, sister... I thought I'd talk to Chancellor Jilbert about the example" Kingsguard "...

I wonder if Chancellor Gilbert made fun of me again, even as I leaned my neck against the style of what seemed like a frustrating culmination.

Since one of Maria's cases, she was pretty close to me and Arthur... or the corner was taken, while for some reason it had increased and become more poisonous against Steele before. Even though I used to be a good recipient of feelings like wind blowing wherever Steele said it before, lately for some reason I have more to say back to Steele with more irony from time to time. However, I can't feel the same black atmosphere as before from Chancellor Jilbert, and my eyes felt so soft when I looked at Ning Ro Steel, just like they looked at us.... but it doesn't seem to tell the style yet. So much so that I remembered that there were some annoying college kids in the neighborhood who played with elementary boys in their previous lives.... Chancellor Gilbert, even though it's already a good year.

I dared not to receive the frustrating culminating style from Arthur, and later dropped off Arthur, who promised to go greet the Knights as well.

"It's okay, Style. I'll talk to Chancellor Gilbert later.

When I stroked my head like that, Style was still bending down without even fixing the smile he was good at. Keep your voice down and say, "I'm sorry..." He returns it.

Probably more depressed now than frustrated. Seeing it this way makes me think you're only twelve years old, even when you're an adult.

If you don't dare change your mind, I'll put my hand on that back as I hand a new glass of wine to Stayle.

"That's right, I'll introduce you, Style. This is Agnes, Theresa and Trixie, the maids who were nursing Maria. This is Salman, the guard.

When I introduced him, he lowered his head fearfully for each and every one of us. They originally worked normally at the castle, but since Maria got sick, they've been doing things around Maria in the form of almost exclusivity. Trixie, in particular, is said to be quite good as a special ability to treat injuries. Now that Maria's cured, Chancellor Gilbert's invited us to work for all four of us in this mansion from now on. Introducing that he would sometimes meet again when interrupting this mansion, Stayle smiled a little calm and said, "This is First Prince Stayle Royal Ivy. Thank you very much. He named me." After enjoying a conversation with the samurai and the guards with me for a while as it was, I was now beginning to enjoy talking to Jack the guard, Marie the samurai and Lotte. Confirming that Style had regained his mind, I gently began to turn to greet other guests, starting with the Knights.

After greeting the Knights Commander, we also had a conversation with each of the Knights, and the people at the top said, "We support Lord Pride as always!" I was quite busy being somewhat forcefully told, or greatly revered by the people in the upper echelons who were trying to be close to me, introduced to me by Chancellor Gilbert. Furthermore, Prime Minister Jilbert himself told me that he would help me to draft a bill on "Dear Tiara" and "Kingsguard". Tiara herself, who smiles proudly beside Chancellor Jilbel, who, if you will, would like to talk in detail..., smiled and went to greet the Knights without saying anything after seeing me and Chancellor Jilbel start talking.

... I don't know. That angel.

It makes me wonder if I'll be attacked as I am.

I need to thank you properly later.

……

"... sorry, Tiara. Thank you.

Style held his head small as he sighed.

"Never mind. I just didn't have a big fight with Chancellor Gilbert on that occasion. My brother is great too.

That's what I said and smiled at Tiara. Style was pitiless as her brother.

Tiara, who had finished her conversation with the Knights, was also starting to talk to Style, who had just finished her conversation with the samurai and the guards. Around me, the first prince and the second princess were greeted and the people at the top asked how they were doing, but there was no reason to interrupt the two stories and damage their mood, and they were scattered like birds as they circled around.

"I'm glad I could help your sister, too.

Tiara is adorable to whoever sees her, bragging about her breasts and saying, "Usually because my brother just goes ahead.

"I really... feel sorry for myself for having to rely on my sister...

I really wanted to talk to you about Kingsguard first. But just in the meantime, the irony came out of my mouth the moment I heard the words of Jilbert, who had promised Arthur an archery.

"... Hey, does your brother really hate Chancellor Jilbert?

"I hate it, it's not. I hate it.

Answer Tiara without interrupting her questioning her as she peeks into Style's face. Feeling a grumpy aura from her expressionless style, Tiara sighed small.

"Because I was mean to your sister?

"What else is there?

I couldn't get my hair in again. Tiara softly lined up next to the style, looking at the style as it continued, "That guy is still not enough to drag him down from the prime minister's seat.

"I wish I hadn't saved Maria."

"... I didn't say that.

For the first time in words, I mean, a small glance at Tiara asking a mean question.

"Chancellor Gilbert admires your sister very much now. And you're doing Arthur, me, and my brother a favor.

Say that, look. and showed Chancellor Gilbert listening to Pride with a gentle look in his eyes.

"I like both Maria and Chancellor Gilbert.... I'm so, so glad you're happy.

So grunting Tiara laughed alone as she was blessing from the bottom of her heart.

"... Your brother doesn't really hate Chancellor Gilbert that much, either, does he?

"Ha..."

Unexpectedly his voice went out, holding his mouth with his hand so that he could not be understood around him, Stayle laid a wrinkle between his eyebrows as he did, diving his voice, "What are you talking about?"

"Because my brother seems more jealous these days than he is hostile to Chancellor Gilbert like he used to.

Tie your mouth so hard not to shout out to Tiara's words this time. But only my eyes did say "what are you talking about".

"Brother, you've been trying so hard to outsmart Chancellor Gilbert. You wanted to protect your sister, didn't you?

Style strongly regretted that he had inadvertently zeroed Chancellor Zilbert's stupidity to Tiara before.

"Yet Chancellor Gilbert relied on your sister, and she was very active as Chancellor, and she couldn't win a verbal fight, and besides, you said earlier that you promised Arthur and your brother an archery, right?

With Tiara's verses stabbed all over her body, Style blocked her mouth with both hands and held her back. They say all the harsh things about the day, and I'm dying of embarrassment. At least lean down thoughtfully so that the blush is not noticed around you.

"My brother cares too much about Chancellor Gilbert!

That's what I said. I pick my sleeves and I pull them around. I'm shaken without even having to exchange them for my sister.

"Sure, you can't do what Chancellor Jilbert did, and I know your brother can't forgive you, and I think that's good, but there's nothing you can do about it if you get tangled up to your personal affair and put it all on and hate it!

Too much Tiara's words especially make me want to die.

Indeed, Stayle was envious of Chancellor Gilbert. I was quickly relied upon by Pride and even by Arthur, who until now should have been the only one dealing with personal archaeology.

"I know your brother cares about your sister and Arthur. But for your sister, your brother is important and special, and for Arthur, your brother is important and special, so I can't believe you need to be jealous of Chancellor Gilbert."

"Please, Tiara.... leave it at that...

Style waits for Tiara like she can't stand it anymore. The laying face turned bright red and the hot air seemed to come out. Phew, and Tiara, breathing, finally said, "Of course, even for me, my brother is an important and special brother," and gently stroked my brother's head.

"Earlier, you wanted to make sure that you and Jack were trustworthy enough to leave it to your sister, too, right?

Even then, he was poked at the drawing star, and Style was completely weakened.

... Tiara is right.

I was angry with Jilbel.

In the minute I betrayed my pride, thinking it was in the minute I betrayed my country… I was frustrated by Jill Bale, who relied on my pride and acted early as Chancellor and wanted Arthur to go along with it.

How much of a child... I am.

Neither Jilbel's betrayal nor his past mistakes have forgiven him. But apart from that, he was still jealous of Jill Bale, who surpassed himself and made him close to his loved ones.

Until Tiara pointed it out to me, I always thought it was a late exasperation that didn't allow Jill Bale to betray me.

But the more you say...

"~ Eh...... I didn't want to notice...

Style shrugged and moaned as he leaned down. When Tiara reached out to stroke her head again to see what that brother looked like.

"Stayle? What's wrong, you're not feeling well?

Looking back to his voice, Pride was rushing over to the style with Chancellor Jilbert. I didn't want to be noticed blushing, but when I lay my face down with my hands, Tiara deluded me, "It's okay, brother, I think I got a little drunk".

Chancellor Gilbert immediately made nearby servants prepare water, and Pride leaned over the style worried. I feel my gaze and look only at the Knights, and Arthur seems to be worried about this one from among the Knights.

... I'm just a kid.

Because this is how the prides worry about me, and the pan in my chest lightens up like a lie.

Style accidentally touched Pride's smooth hand unconsciously, gripping it with only the power of his fingers. Then Pride gave him a slightly surprised look, but happily held Steele's hand back gently as it was.

How many times have you ever wanted to bury yourself in this warmth?

The height, the kindness, the ironlessness, the beauty, the strength, … and the unexpected weakness. All of that is loving.

As much as I don't want you to touch one nail tip other than the person you admit to.

With that in mind, I give you one last deep, deep, exhaled face. He stroked Tiara's head hard with gratitude and swallowed at once the water offered to Chancellor Gilbert with the opposite hand from those holding Pride's.

"... but I still don't forgive you... and I hate you.

Ask Chancellor Jilbert how he is worried, and adjust the position of the glasses.

Chancellor Gilbert raised his eyebrows a little surprised by such a style, and finally said "Really?" and smiled.

"Then let's continue to stand with words from Master Stayle, sincerely received, and received.

That being said, Chancellor Gilbert bowed his head deeply. It was a word that resembled a young self, drawing as much as possible on the intent of Style's words.

... Then Style and Tiara also made their greetings with all the safe guests, and the party hosted by Chancellor Jilbert came to a soothing end.

Finally, Chancellor Gilbert announced his formal marriage to Marianne with the conclusion of the party.