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

Tabernacle Knights Commander and Deputy Commander

“” It’s good to be alive “…? Roderick.”

“Shut up, Clark.

Roderick glanced at me for biting the laugh.

After finishing the meeting with Lord Pride and sending his son, Arthur, home, I, Clark, and Roderick, the Knights Commander, were coming to the tavern.

It was unusual for him to invite me out for a drink from himself.

Me and Roderick have been friends since we were recruits.

Since then, I have always come to this tavern to drink.

When Roderick’s marriage was decided, when my marriage was decided, when my older sister left the country, and when Arthur, Roderick’s son, was born.

Countless times I’ve had enough booze.

“I didn’t expect the day to come to hear those words from you.

“You’re the one who threw up the embarrassing dialogue first.

We’re the only ones in this tavern right now.

The familiar shopkeeper also dropped back, as usual, when he only kept the store keys.

“I’m glad you’re alive.

If you poke the glass like that, he hits the jock and the light noises between the vitreous sound.

“If you die, I’ll be sad and so will the knights.”

“Are you drunk already, my friend”

I tried to say you were drunk enough too, but Roderick had already stirred up the contents of the jock at once with a wrinkle between his eyebrows. Pour more booze to keep it flowing.

“Arthur…. he was crying”

When I say what I remember, Roderick nods as he tilts the jock.

“Oh, I saw it, too. Dear Pride…”

“Not that way, idiot.

Cut my friend’s words relentlessly and throw the dried meat that was placed on the counter.

“When you were about to be killed by an ambush… I was crying.

Roderick’s eyes were round as he grabbed the dried meat with one hand. I finally stop drinking hands once I get here.

“Don’t get your hands on my father, tell him not to…. I’ve been crying and screaming for you to help me.

Then Roderick turned bright red in his face to see if the booze suddenly turned, or if it lit up, and drank the contents of the jock all at once.

“It’s no use trying to erase it from your memory. I remember.

Trying deliberately to bring a mean grin to his face, Roderick silenced for a while as he slammed an empty jock on the table.

Shut up for more than twenty minutes, and finally opened his mouth.

“… it’s like I’ve been dreaming or even dreaming for the past two days.

I squeal with a small voice.

“… right.

I agree with that, too.

Roderick was really supposed to be dead yesterday.

Big Rock caught my foot and surrounded me by ambushers.

No matter how many unwounded knights and famous he is, he said not this time. I, the knights, and myself had to give up. But it was Lord Pride who showed up there. Regardless of the prince, I’ve never even heard of a sword or a princess waving a gun.

Indeed, the ambusher was a miscellaneous fish in his own right.

If we fought properly, the recruits wouldn’t have lost anyway if the Knights had worked out over the years. But that big number. That’s why Lord Pride was controlled by himself.

All of me and the knights watching the footage couldn’t block their open mouths. It was only at first that someone made a scene of rescue but was immediately stopped by Master Steele.

“Sister, I will always take responsibility for your actions,” he says. His eyes were serious, but at the same time it was easy to imagine what the bombs and ammunition he drew to hand would do during Lord Pride’s predicament, and it was horrible.

But her fighting was clearly beyond the boundaries of a girl.

Even if you look only at the sniper’s arm, it looks like she was daring to aim at the enemy’s hands and feet. That much skill will only be enough to count my Knights with one hand. No, it’s possible it’s even outdone if you get through the special abilities. And sword moves. Instead of preventing it, no, a sword that sweeps. At least she won’t have anything against her in recruiting. Accompanied by that outfit, the word “night fork” that I used to read in exotic books came firmly. So much so that for the first time in her battle, there was a knight who was cheering at the end.

First Princess Pride Royal Ivy.

I didn’t hear any good rumors until about three years ago. I heard of my poor princess, and I and Roderick had met several times, but I couldn’t stop sighing at that behavior without rumors. I have prayed to God that this might be the next generation of queens and that it would not be. But Dear Tiara’s presence was announced and she had changed at that birthday.

Merciful, and admired early by his brother, Lady Steele, he was a fine princess caring for the people.

Has it been revamped, or has it created a sense of crisis in the presence of Dear Tiara… I didn’t know what the sincerity was.

Yesterday, however, Master Pride was shown to be unexplainable only because of such alterations and a sense of crisis.

I risked my life for Roderick, and I tried to save him from the fall of a cliff.

When the cliff collapsed, I thought this time it was over. Master Stayle was also paled in the face by the boulders, and the confusion about “quickly, quickly, to rescue your sister” was the momentum he was still on his way to the cliff.

I was half ready myself. Be prepared to lose your best friend and be severely punished for involving the First Princess.

Living, when I saw Roderick in the footage, like the knights around me on the boulder, I couldn’t stop crying.

Alive, how miraculous and delightful that would have been.

For example, if you made a prediction… how many people would be able to act so critical there? How much I thank Lord Pride and how much I thank him if not enough.

Of course, as a knight, you must not acknowledge that action. So neither me nor Roderick ever thanked me for that matter.

After Master Pride, how much I would have cried and laughed, such as when I met Roderick in person who was also sent to the advance unit. How many times would I have held him with the knights and made sure it wasn’t a dream. If I told him I was glad he was alive, he was still grumbling and not dreaming.

How much did you curse God that day?

How dare you admire God that day?

How grateful I was to God that day.

How grateful I was to Lord Pride that day.

I’m not the only one, Lord Pride’s words to Roderick in today’s talks.

Everyone in the Knights reveres, admires, and admires Lord Pride.

Most of the knights already had enough to talk about Lord Pride during the pre-talks.

Only one saved, Roderick himself, didn’t ostensibly allow Master Pride until that meeting.

He should have appreciated that Lord Pride had saved him and that the recruits had been saved by prediction. But I’m sure he had a strong sense that he should not be forgiven as a knight and, above all, that he should have died there as a knight.

Until that meeting.

Secondly, I realized that I had been delayed by things, and when I looked up, Roderick had already emptied many bottles of liquor.

“You… you’re going to put on Arthur’s archery early tomorrow morning, aren’t you?

He cautioned that he would touch the wound, but Roderick wouldn’t stop drinking in silence.

“…… it’s been a while since I’ve thought alcohol tasted so good.

He grinned. It’s a smile rarely shown in front of the knights.

“To you… to you… it’s good to see you again…

“You finally got drunk around, Roderick.

“Glad to have another drink with you…

“Me too, my friend.

Roderick looks stiff and has a slightly heavy eyelid. But you’ll still drink in this condition.

“Arthur…,… my son… to the knight…”

When I squealed like that, I finally drank out every bottle of booze. I already have some tears.

I can never show this to the other knights.

I’m sure he was overjoyed.

Arthur, what he said about wanting to be a knight.

Apparently there have been constant fights here lately, and Roderick used to drink bitterly here.

“Glad to hear it, my friend. My proud son tells me he wants to be a knight.

Roderick gave Deputy Clark’s niggardly face and expression a slightly annoying look.

“… I’m glad.

But I can’t contain it because of the booze, and the truth is worn out.

Deputy Commander Clark Darwin was definitely Roderick’s only best friend.

That’s why I expose the pity, and I invite you to alcohol when you’re so happy that you can’t enjoy it like this. I was the first to introduce my wife, because even Clark was the first person to tell me that my son was born.

How relieved would it have been to see Clark in person when he returned alive? How many times would I have suspected it was a long dream or an illusion just before I ever died? I realized that he and the knights had finally returned from the dead after being surrounded in front of the castle.

His Highness the Pride Royal Ivy. She is definitely the benefactor of my life. But I didn’t… think I should be grateful. As a result of involving royalty as a knight, he said it was never something to be praised for or appreciated. I also thought I should have been crushed to death by the rubble as it was, if only enough to cause such a thing involving royalty as well.

That’s why I dared to blame her strongly at the time of the talks. I felt strongly that I could not admit all this even if I was in a bad mood and had my neck slapped.

With my own life, the royal family said that the people should not have been helped if the knights had been in danger. At the time of the talks I even had a guilty consciousness that I had already “lived long enough”.

But her words against me were the exact opposite of my opinion. I should have lived, trying to realize that my presence, which is not royal either, is great for many people, knights, and loved ones.

And those are the words of the knights, starting with Clark. It wasn’t just about forecasting and replenishing weapons, it was about thanking Lord Pride for my help and laying low.

For the first time then I understood that I was the only one who thought I should have died in that collapse.

The last time I did that until Arthur, my son, I couldn’t believe it. There’s no way I can imagine him thanking me for that. Because all I’ve ever been able to do is fight.

And Arthur said.

He wants to be a knight,.

Have you ever wished and dreamed of tens of millions?

Because of me, I understood that Arthur had been forced to carry a burden.

Unlike me, Arthur was desperate for special abilities that were not suitable for battle, and even more so compared to those around him, giving up on his quest for a knight. When I was young, it was like lying to me to mumble about wanting to be a knight.

The more my name grew, the more Arthur felt the difference from me and became irritated.

That’s also good if you weren’t interested in knights from the start. But Arthur admired the knight because of me, and he couldn’t help but give up the knight because of me. That was hard on me and I couldn’t wait.

I didn’t want Arthur to give up the knight’s path because of me because I’m proud of the way he lives as a knight.

Many times, I fooled Clark and forgot how many I mourned. I’m sure Arthur resents me, both his arms and his aggressive judgment and instantaneous abilities are talented as knights. Yet because of me the Knight’s Way was closed, it became like a disgrace to the Knight’s way of life itself, for Arthur already the Knight wondered if my way of life was only disgrace. You must have moaned at Clark for thousands.

At that time, I don’t know why I suddenly revealed it to Master Pride, nor does Clark.

However, I’m sure it was that pride that made me want to reveal it. That’s all I understood.

And I doubted my ears to Arthur, who humbled himself but asked him if he could be a knight. He had not yet abandoned his way of life as a knight.

As soon as I heard the words, my eyeballs got hot. I didn’t even realize what the tears were telling me when I realized it, until Clark slapped me on the shoulder.

And Arthur asked Lord Pride to push his back without any hesitation. I just repeated my loss earlier, to my son.

When has it been since I’ve seen Arthur cry so much?

He wants to protect me, my wife, my people, and my royalty as knights, when he wants me to be a fine knight, and when it takes me years to become a knight. That’s what Arthur told me.

Never in my life would I have been so happy. On top of that, Arthur even found what he wanted to protect over his lifetime.

First princess of pride.

I am so grateful to her that it is not enough to say how much I appreciate her.

Without her, I wouldn’t have heard those words.

No, if she hadn’t saved me before then, I couldn’t even know that Arthur meant it.

It’s good to be alive, I sincerely thought so.

I sincerely thanked my good friends, my good men and my proud son for seeing me again.

She would undoubtedly be the vessel that should govern this country.

And I’ll spend my whole life defending that man’s kingdom, too.

As a knight, to reward this grace.

She is a strange woman.

You don’t cower and behave like an ambusher, and sometimes you have such fine remarks and merciful minds, but I thought my eleven-year-old daughter could just see a little under the dress. Um…

“… buzz”

“Finally, you’ve even got a memory laugh, Roderick. It’s time to leave the money.

Clark lends me his shoulder, like he can’t help it. I realize I drank a lot where my vision was blurred.

“No… I can still drink.

That said, Clark sighed heavily. Leave the store with the flirtatious and restless footsteps of each other.

“Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Early in the morning, if you’re late for an audition, Arthur will hate you again.”

Yes, Arthur told me on the way home. Time is always good, he asked me to put on an archery again when I have time.

How hard it has been to hide the less fractured face of joy.

“… Arthur will one day be a stronger knight than me…”

“I’m out, parent idiot.”

“Shut up, idiot”

That’s how the two knights walked home with shoulders crossed.

Swear to your heart that you will never forget this day of each other.

… The next day, though intoxicated in time for Arthur’s archery, left his sword at home, and furthermore Roderick, who was resting in the Knights’ practice room, rose in a great hurry to visit Pride yesterday today, hitting his forehead thoroughly on the shelf and destroying it is another story.