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

The reciprocal ceremony that takes place between the sights.

The knights are now aligned in that spacious space. It is wrapped in harsh air and the whole thing tingles with tension during the sight.

- Be humble.

The knights of the main unit, already recognized as knights, stood left and right, and in the middle, the apprenticeship knights, who were recognized as knights… three recruits knelt down and refrained.

- Honest or not.

And beyond that...

First princess, I will.

- Be polite.

Candles adorned with gold decorations were adorned everywhere, and bright red rugs sucked in the footsteps of the knights, and bright white armor reflected and shined in the light of the sun leaking out the window.

- Without betrayal.

The first person I appoint is Arthur, who served in the Knight's Corps at the head.

- Without deception.

"Arthur Beresford."

- Always be nice to the weak.

Calling his name, Arthur rose slowly, kneeling and waiting, as did the other knights.

- Always be brave to the strong.

Like the knights in the main unit, the Knights Commander and Deputy Commander, who had refrained on the right, are watching him with a tense face.

- Improve your character.

Behind me is Style, his father, the king's mate, and Chancellor Gilbert as well. Tiara also said she wanted to come, but this time it was a drop off.

- Behave with dignity.

Arthur walks slowly.

Step on the red rug, take the Knight Commander, and cross the Vice Commander.

- Be a shield to protect the people.

Arthur kneels before me.

The way it was illuminated by the light from the window was divine as well.

- Spear against the Lord's enemies.

Pull your sword out of your sheath and keep it with both hands with respect to me.

I received it and I put my sword on his shoulder.

- Don't forget you're a knight.

On his knees, he spins the words of his vows to the knight to Arthur, who drips this beverage.

In the corner of his sight, the Knights captain was holding his head.

... Yeah, you're happy, aren't you? Definitely.

Spinning the words of the oath, I remember the first time he came during this glimpse.

It's early, two years after that.

"Can I be a good knight too?"

That's what I said, he's here crying to be strong. Exactly what I promised then, in this place.

But he wasn't around anymore, looking worn out then. A fine knight everyone acknowledges, dressed in beautiful armor, dressed up and bravely kneeling on the spot.

"I will always be a knight! I will protect you, your precious things... my father, my mother, all the people of my country, as long as I can reach them... such a knight."

Will he remember?

... No, it doesn't matter if you don't remember the analogy.

Because this is how he became the knight he wanted.

And I'm sure, with or without memory, he protects the people.

"You, appoint Arthur Belsford as knight.

Make a knight's declaration and turn your sword to Arthur himself.

Arthur raised his face to conform.

The eyes were powerful and slightly moist.

Slowly as it was, slowly Arthur mouthed the blade directed at him.

Now he's an authentic knight.

A drink is sent from the surrounding area.

It's a tribute to recognize and celebrate Arthur as a knight.

"... for two years, I've kept you waiting.

Distracted by the drinks, Arthur whines in the same volume that I can only hear beside him.

Look, I moistened. My eyes and gentle grin were directed at me.

He remembered...

That grin was the most important sign.

It's weird, I've been seeing you every day for two years now in Style's archery.

His grin moistened with tears overlaps with his two years ago.

It's like we haven't really been able to see each other in two years...

Happy, tears seep up to me unexpectedly, returning a heartfelt grin to him to hide it.

"Welcome back... Arthur.

He's back, just like then... in this place.