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

"Ladies and gentlemen, Philip, Jack."

After school.

Stale and Arthur were waiting for me in the hallway when I left the kitchen.

"Good work," he said, smiling at the two of them and closing the door.... the door to the classroom where I finished my stay.

Having made things easier in the third elective class, I was ordered to stay by the cooking teacher. They lied a lot about asking for help, but it was actually a big accident where I took away my teacher's valuable time and worked overtime.

It is not so unusual for students to be left behind, and if there are more than one remaining student, they may be seen together. However, I was the only one who had a white feather arrow stuck in the skewer during the cooking.

On the contrary, when I asked the teacher, he said that I wanted to take more cooking classes in all the classes I had received so far, and I was sick, so I wanted to study again later, but it seems that I am the first time to appoint the remaining classes directly from the teacher. I'm so sorry and embarrassed to hear that again.

Remaining classes themselves were really simple and kind.

I thought I'd try to rebuild the vegetable soup from the beginning, or I wouldn't be able to go home until I had a decent meal. I was wondering what to do if it was a game, but it wasn't. Sometimes it was stipulated as a minimum remedy so that students who had to leave school after school or immediately after work could participate as much as possible, and it didn't really take that long. All I did with my teacher was cut meat and wash dishes.... both of which I did during class.

Even if the teacher taught me, the meat was sliced and I broke two dishes in dishwashing.

Nevertheless, the teacher was very kind and changed his instruction so that the slices of meat would be delicious when used for cooking, such as if you rarely sashimi them with a fork and then soak the taste, and even if you could avoid using a knife as much as possible, you could cook. When I first split the dishes, I switched to scrubbing the bottom of the barrel without holding all the dishes. Perhaps this method was a lecture on how to wash children under elementary school age, but the kindness of the teacher was conveyed.

Even if it was a tear, if it was a tear, the meat would have been cut and the plates wouldn't have broken! And he shouted in his head thirty times during his short stay.

I'm really sorry that I wasted my attention on the teacher and took up my time. Besides, when I finished my majoring and was told to go home, I was shook by my hands and said, "Even if I take a cooking class, I'll never abandon you..." with a hot look. It's really too kind.

Probably speaking for myself, "I'd rather not! I think it's better not to take it, and I don't know if I can handle it, but if you want to improve your cooking skills, I'll do my best! If you want to choose a cooking class, you don't have to refrain from it."

I think the cooking class was good again in the elective class. All elective classes have been covered for the past month, but if I turn around, cooking classes are clear to me. If this was a normal subject, I would have refused to go to school or kept escaping completely. The wound is quite deep.

"What did you do to help?

"I smell good, but did you make anything?

Like a thank-you crane, it's worth asking "Never peek inside the cooking room", and they didn't notice.

Still, it seems that the stewed chicken soup made mainly by the teacher and the smell of the stewed block came from the gap in the door.

Yeah, well... my teeth were cut badly, but when I lied to you about letting me taste the food your teacher cooked, I got my shoulders choked off saying, "I've lost my venom." It will be all right in school, but it was at least the salvation of Stale who tried a lot.

In fact, the dishes that the teacher reformulated were really delicious. When I made it, I was sure that the flawed residential level of the dish was such that the ingredients were not wasted.

"... I want to cook with Tiara."

I said the same thing with Powell the other day.

Contrary to the two gentle people who spoke with one voice, I realized that my shoulders became round. Unless you cook with Tiara in a de-cursed state, you won't be able to recover from this shock.

Until now, I have left dishwashing to the castle servants and maids, but I think I will do it next time. I want to prove that I can properly wash dishes with the benefit of Tiara. Sure, when I lived in the castle with Leon in the game, I didn't just cook, I also washed dishes with him, and I'm sure I could.

I wonder what I'm going to make... and my head is about to go into cooking and revenge mode, and I say to Arthur, "Is that it?" I'm going home, "she said. That's right. We still had some important business to attend to.

Kang, consciously stop, I turn my back to the path I was about to go. I turned to them honestly.

"Let's go to the infirmary. Maybe you know something....."

Two boys attacked me during lunch break.

Captain Alan killed them instantly. They must have been taken to the infirmary by Captain Column.

Captain Alan says he won't wake up until tonight or tomorrow, and he may have already been taken. In that case, I think I can get more details from Captain Column later, but I would like to check with my own eyes if I can.

A quick walk will take us to the infirmary on the ground floor of the High School. In general, facilities are common in middle and high schools, but the first floor of the high school has a full classroom and infirmary, and the first floor of the middle school has a full school meal and staff room. They were probably transported to the first floor of the middle school.

Turning our backs to the elevator, we head straight to the infirmary next to the staff room. I thought it might be after I woke up and got taken, but before I got to the infirmary, I realized it was worrying.

Someone was screaming in front of the infirmary.

Many faculty members and guards who should not be stationed in the school building. And Captain Column.

It's time for the students to come home, so the adults don't hesitate to scream. I think he's interacting with the guards in a serious way, and I think he's definitely in the process of handing them over.

When my line teacher, Robert, turned to me, he just said, "Don't come." Dr. Robert still doesn't know that I've been harmed because of the privacy implications of what happened to the male students.

Then, Captain Column, who noticed, gently whispered to Dr. Robert. Maybe he explained to me that I was involved. Dr. Robert's eyes turned round as he leaned towards Captain Column.

Shortly afterwards, he waved his hand in front of me as if he were going to do the opposite. On the contrary, they call it "come."

With that as a sign, we jumped into the crowd at once.