677 And the queen dreamed.

"Why would they choose such a path?!"

It was a scream.

The voice as if it only exhaled pain and mourning from the whole body sounded terrible. The world collapsed with the sight of moaning, screaming, noise and choking all mixed, condensing the tragedy, and that child falling into the earth was stained with blood. Many knights surround her with life-saving measures as the Style hugs her.

─ Is this...?

"What do you mean?! Why..."

Albert's, I hear voices.

From the telecommuter footage, he and the Knight Commander. And... I'm moaning. I call him Pride, Pride, and he's pitifully laying his face down with his hands. I wonder why I've made so many mistakes about that girl.

Instead of me he asks the knight, the king's mate. Yet the knight utters the key words. "That's..." hesitated to report any more on this occasion now, shifting his gaze in a different direction.

"----------------------------------------------------------------------"

A tormented throat and a cloudy voice in tears are forced up, and shrivel.

Style, eating and tying his teeth, distorting his face without any more, and overweeping, ended up falling without force. Keeping that kid in his arms, it was as if he'd run out earlier.

─ Why, what, that's all...

Another familiar voice is stretched out loud. The fine scream, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

As she could support her shoulders, Tiara held her hands with her head as if she could not hear them, shaking visibly. After a voice that seemed to tear silk continued, the rubbed voice was pounded and zeroed.

─ Tiara... Why did you even...?!

"Me... my, me, my fault... oh, my... sister, sister... me, me, sister..."

Tiara kept crying as if she was broken.

He shook his teeth cuttingly, scratched his shaking golden hair head by head and sounded a strong scream that ripped his throat so that he couldn't stand it right after.

It's not just about pride being breathless in front of you.... More despair than that must be attacking that kid.

-What do you mean...?

"Please don't die...!! Please don't leave me..."

Style complains in a weak voice to the pride of being treated by a knight.

I can't help you with that wound anymore. That child, who has been held on the brink of sustaining his life with the treatment of a knight and has only been slightly prolonged... is no longer trying to live.

- No, there's still something to change this future.

"... eh... meh..."

The breath and the same rubbed voice were mostly anointed with Tiara's broken screams.

I can't hear that child who has to hear the rubble, the safety, the special ability to treat injuries, the body, and many voices. However, the look of pride spinning with trembling, spasmodic lips and smiling powerlessly and slightly...

"…………………………… no…"

In a place of screaming, mourning and complexity, no one could reach that child's final words.

………

……

…

"We take back our first princess..."

- This is the time.