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

─... I want to escape.

"... that's what happens. Some people will understand today because it is a simple dish. You don't have to follow the steps I just taught you, but I'll just check the taste later."

Instructor Ada briefly finishes the cooking setup.

A cooking room on the ground floor of the High School. It is one of the special classrooms available for middle-aged and high-school sharing. There are no electronics appliances such as electromagnetic cookers or water supply, as in the previous school, but there are general household-level cooking utensils along with the ingredients purchased for this day.

Rather than the cooking room, the kitchen in the large dining hall, which is separated in the same way, is closer to the image. The water was just a faucet on the barrel, and in my previous life, it was like an indoor camp.

So I was divided into groups of several people, and my shoulders stretched and stretched as I was mistaken among the female students. The girls who listened indifferently exhaled reassuringly, saying, "Ah, I wish it were delicious."

It seems that most of my group is used to cooking at this age because of the large number of middle class children. If you were fourteen, you would certainly be one step older until you became a wife. Cooking is necessary to grab a man's stomach, and above all, it is a kind of future job for them who are conscious of protecting the home. And I...

─ I want to escape......

Then I'll cut the vegetables from me.

I really want to run away.

As the students gently washed their hands with water provided earlier, I was driven by the desire to keep pulling my hands.

I don't want to wash my hands. However, if we go further than that, there is too much anxiety that it will make them all unable to recover due to food poisoning.

One of the girls said to me, "Jeanne, are you okay? - Are you afraid of the blade? It worries me. It's okay, and immediately after reflectively laughing and deceiving, I regret that I should have pretended to be unwell. But I can't withdraw it now.

"... I grew up in the mountains, and I specialize in wiping tables and arranging dishes, so I'm not used to cooking...... may I be in charge there...?

"Fine, but if you're going to practice something else, why not now? It's a cooking practice for that."

The teacher will tell you. And one of the girls cuts it off with the ultimate argument.

With painful excuses on the contrary, I shake my neck to the side with all my might. The order came around and I had to wash my hands with jab jabs, but to be honest, I don't even want to touch the fingertips of the ingredients.

Cooking practice. Finally, this is the time.

I thought it was time for an internship, but I didn't expect cooking from the beginning. There was no Stale or Arthur beside me when I first got into school. But I sincerely think it was good just for this time.

When I consulted with Prime Minister Gilbert and senior management about my school subjects, I naturally proposed to cook girls' elective classes.

If it was true, I wanted to make it a subject shared by men and women, but it was still useless because men still work and women have a strong impression of cooking. Our country is queen system, and compared to other countries, it is a country with a strong consciousness of gender equality, but women's consciousness of cooking remains unchanged. Certainly, I don't think there was any cooking practice event in the second Kimihika. But in fact, it's a necessary technology regardless of gender. I think it would be good to teach you how to cook to save lives for a single man.

It may be due to a strong awareness that cooking is something taught by parents. In fact, even male Prime Minister Gilbert, who has no parents, can cook and do housework.... no, it may be wrong to bring him to the attention of ordinary people.

Still, I screwed it up as a girls' elective class. It is also a school for children for the lower classes, and there are a lot of children without mothers, so it should not be difficult to remember. The skill of grasping a man's stomach is a woman's weapon unless he is a senior human. And then...

This weapon. It becomes a murder weapon when I use it.

"Normally, in the classroom, girls do not use swordsmanship, self-defense martial arts, physical abilities, civil engineering, etc."

If you were so good at cooking, Jeanne's team would be so successful.

I remember Cedric and Powell's words a few days ago.

Both cold sweats didn't stop at that time. I was particularly anxious not to find out about Powell, who is also a big fan of Kimihika's third movie.

Of course, I don't want Cedric to know.... in her case, I'm sure she'll follow with a hundred percent kindness even when she sees it. Imagine that diagram again, and now I'm sorry in another sense, and I can't stand it.... or...

I don't want Stale or Arthur to know.

I mean, they both think I can cook alone.

If you think so, you'll feel a lot of force in your fist. I don't want both of you to know about my misery if you can.

Behind the girls who started cutting the ingredients as instructed by the instructor or setting the pot on fire, they dare to focus on placing the ingredients and plates. As he moves his hand appealing that he hasn't looked back as much as he can, an instructor turns around each cooking table and finally comes to our team.

Say "good" to the girls who cut vegetables one after the other with their familiar hands, and leave with a gentle smile.

"This time, please give priority to those who have less cooking experience than those who are good at it. Cooking is a technique that every woman needs. Please choose a lesson of choice for those who don't like it."

I can't believe it.

As I scream in my heart, my shoulders go up and down.

The girls in the team looked at me honestly in the lecturer's words. We're just about to finish cutting some vegetables and then cut the meat. Almost there! Almost there! If the teacher said it was too late, I would have escaped.

Your neck sweats as you mourn in your heart. As Gokuri and her throat rang, a smile returned to their gaze and the words were released as expected.

"Why don't you try Jeanne...? I'm sure I'm not used to it."

Yes, I did say that.

I really, really made an excuse for it. I knew I should have escaped with a reason when I left the classroom!

The girls opened the place and the girl who had cut the vegetables handed me a knife. I received it with a subtle trembling hand that I was afraid would not be able to escape anymore. I wasn't scared at all in my previous life, but now I'm really scared.

I thanked the chicken placed in front of me. The bowl is already packed with beautifully carved vegetables, and at the end of her gaze, the girl with the fire number is waiting for the pot to boil. Some children are checking seasonings for seasoning.

Not everyone is paying attention to me. It's okay, I finally put a knife in the chicken in front of me, inspiring myself that there is more salvation than a seasoner

Beautifully scattered.

"Let me... Sensei. I'm sorry, Jeanne...."

One of the girls calls back a lecturer who was away while my team was in a ruckus.

Though I thought it would be unfriendly not to call a teacher before this tragedy. Another squad said, "I'm sorry, I'm burned! I feel like I heard another voice, but I'm sure it's more serious. While shaking the knife on my right hand, I looked at it in the mood of a murderer until the lecturer came.

I think it's more appropriate to blow up than to scatter...

... this carnage.

As soon as the instructor arrived, he said, "Eh……………………".

Surprise, of course. Because the chicken I cut is scattered all over the cutting board.

It was just a chunk of chicken when I first took it. It was supposed to be an easy task just to cut it into bites, but I didn't know if it was pawn meat or rose meat or minced meat.

Even though it was just a few swords, it slipped over the cutting board as if the meat were alive, and no matter how much it was held by the cat's hand, there was no point. Moreover, the force was not applied perpendicularly well, and the blade shifted several millimeters into place, crushing and sharpening.

I reconsidered that I had to put my strength straight, and this time it was time to shake it straight and the incision became so fragile that it fell apart. Besides, the meat stuck to the knife and I thought it was cut, but it didn't come out this time, and when I pulled it out a little bit, the fragments that got cut every time flew around.

Luckily, it wasn't wasted just by spilling from the cutting board, and it didn't fly on the girls' faces or clothes. Instead of a bite, I stopped my hand on the boulder where it was divided into two extremes of bulky and scattered meat. It was only a matter of time before we could wait until we got here.

"I'm sorry...."

Girls in the same class, lecturers in charge of the cooking collapse students, or chickens who look so strange.

All I can do is apologize without knowing who to tell anymore.

The girl who gave me the knife said, "Oh, it's okay! You can still eat it, so hurry up and collect the meat pieces together with the other children and put them together in a state like a ground meat dumpling. The other kid said," It's easier to eat, right? I think there are really only good people in this class who tell other children to ask for their consent while laughing hard.

Even in the second game, all the mob students around the protagonist were kind children of the victim role except the villain, and perhaps because of the same class as Amlet, only the good people in this class would run away again. In fact, these children in front of me are just nice and good children.... it's kind of a situation that reminds me of six years ago.