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

"I've filled it all in properly. I've checked the sentences many times, I've checked for typos, I've checked the names, I've reviewed them ten times, I've checked the back, I've checked the names, and I wondered if the answer fields were off..."

"Over-awareness. You're not going to get sick without me. [M] How much do you think you studied?"

Following Dios, whose voice keeps roughing up like a waterfall with tearful eyes, Croix has a painful thrust.

Though I think you're right, I feel relieved that both of you have filled the answers field properly. Moreover, the fact that it has been reviewed ten times means that there is so much time left. I think I can solve the problem without any problems, but my strength is relaxed. But at least Dios must have been nervous that he had checked his name twice. Croy doesn't deny what Dios said, and I'm sure he could have solved it quite a bit. The statement that things are not going to go bad is just reliable now.

"Good. Then you've solved everything. All we have to do is wait for the results."

When are you leaving? Asked, he told me that the result would be put out in front of each building tomorrow morning. Along with the announcement of the privileged student program.

There must have been a lot of people who wanted it, and it's impossible to grade and rank it today. I'm sure the teachers will be very busy today.

As soon as the results were announced, both of them turned a little darker. I wonder if you are worried. I can't prove what kind of mistakes they made until I know the results, and above all, I don't know how many other people have made.

"So... what's the business?"

Chloe asks again with a selfish voice.

Speaking of which, I haven't said that yet. Dios looked back at Chloe as he had just noticed, and he looked straight at me. I scratch my cheeks while both eyes are tingling and painful.

I can't tell you that two male students have been imprisoned, and that's why I prioritized such a thing over the other two because it's too stupid.

He diverted his gaze from the two of them and ran away to Stale as he let them swim. Then it seems that my "help" was safely conveyed, and after Stale dropped his shoulder in a sigh, he opened his mouth.

"Jeanne was asked by her teacher to help. They tried to clean it up and go back immediately, but they wanted me to practice embroidery on my clothes so that it would flow, and they threw a needle through the cloth while they were thinking about how to refuse."

Stream Stone Architect Stale, who successfully constructs thrusters and excuses.

The coat itself was a lie to deceive Stale and Arthur, but it was reused to get as close to the truth as possible. Only when I finally added, "Jack and I were worried about looking around," did my voice get a little deeper.

In the words of Stale, the two of them muttered "Hmm." Chloe's expression was somehow like, "Well, I don't have to convince you." In contrast, Dios exhaled while holding his chest with one hand.

"... I'm not really angry..."

It seems that I was still angry and misunderstood that I didn't come to see you.

I didn't mean that, but before that, Croix stabbed me with the words "I told you that".

And then Dios frowned a little, and then tears stopped and his wet eyes sparkled and turned towards me.

"The test questions really resembled the problems Jeanne and the others had made, and there was also the content of the previous aptitude test. I really, really could write exactly what Jeanne and Philip said! Um... that's why... well, I was actually going to tell you before the exam..."

I gradually became fluent as if I had a fever again from the slender tone.

Although the momentum increased from the second half, the voice was rattling as if traceability had returned. As I twisted my neck and waited, Dios wrapped my hands gently with twitching hands. My frightened, touching fingers were pounding my skin like vibrations. I am surprised that my hand was taken instead of a fist as before.

When I dropped my gaze while I was grabbed, I heard the sound of my throat thumping. I knew it was Dios' tiny throat, and Dios looked like he had decided something when he raised his face. His face was very powerful. A yarn-like voice is emitted from the crunchy mouth.

"Ah... uh... ah, there's... there's... there's... my..."

"Dios... that's fine tomorrow. Look, I know Jeanne's not mad anymore, so let's go back."

Dios stopped with a low voice as if Croix could no longer see.

I grabbed and pulled Dios' arm, which was holding my hand. Dios, too fragile to get away from me, leaked his voice, but this time he didn't look at Chloe. She just looks at me like she is suing for redness halfway through.... yeah, no matter what you think right now, you tried to thank me for my studies. Besides, it stopped just before I could say anything.

I may have some puberty lighting and shame, but I still feel more guilty. Should I guess and tell you here, or should I pretend I didn't notice and wait for you to retry?

It may have been courageous to thank a girl your age. And yet Croy is too merciless. Chloe, who kept his opposite hand away from me, looked at me as if he had groaned a little.

"... it really fitted the test range. None of this would have been possible without you. [M]... I'm sorry."

And I was like, "Huh?" I heard back.

I wonder why I apologize there for the last time. Croy, who had his eyebrows shriveled like he was reflecting on something, dropped his gaze lower than mine.

You look depressed... but...

I don't know why I'm depressed here. It tells the story that the squeezed lips are still hard to say anything.

I know you tried to thank me for studying like Dios, and I'm glad, but when I'm apologized, I feel guilty.

I wonder for a moment whether he did something I don't remember, or whether the two highest-ranking members just now were his errands. No, the most ominous reason for "sorry" here is that Chloe is not at all confident about the test results. Maybe I wrote the wrong name and now you realize it.

Keeping staring at me as if I could continue, Croy turned his body in the direction of his classroom with his gaze down.

"... tomorrow. You're coming, right? Results Presentation"

"Oh, yeah, of course. Morning, right?

I hurriedly acknowledge Chloe throwing her back at me to give up.

I have to accompany both of you this time to restore the stigma. I want to see the results of the exam together because it is the results that shape their lives. If I pass or fail, it is entirely my responsibility.

Then Dios opened his eyes and looked at me. I shouted with a smooth tongue that was so clear that I didn't think she was the same person.

"Well, first thing in the morning, me and Crowe are waiting at the school gate!

Don't keep me waiting this time.

I wonder... what time you're talking about first thing in the morning.

To keep you waiting, what time exactly? I tried to visit him with shame. Dios, who keeps his arm pulled, specifies the time with his mouth wide open. It's quite early to get up.

Is it really about the same time as opening the door? I wonder what time all three of you, including onee-sama, really get up in the morning. It's never too close from school to home.

Okay, but with one word of approval, Croix pulled Dios out of the classroom. Dios said, "Absolutely! He screams as he walks back. Chloe, who never turned around, and Dios, who looked at me until the moment I entered the classroom, waved at them.

Between the 3rd and 4th Limits, we also have to peek into the class for a year, and when they return, they have to hurry to the high school to pick up onee-sama. I'm sure the next time I see you two is tomorrow morning.

Anyway, it was good to know that both of us escaped the worst in the exam.

He did his best, regardless of me. I'll leave everything to you tomorrow.

After they disappear into the classroom, Stale and Arthur say, "Shall we come in?" When I tried to step in, the bell rang at the end of my lunch break. When I tried to apologize to the two of you for not having lunch after all.

"Jeanne! Jeanne! Where have you been?!

"Jeanne! What happened to the exam for the waiter?"

... again, I got the same or more attention as in the hallway.