"... I still can't find it..."

Hah...... as she sighed melancholy, her shoulders dropped as she returned to the classroom.

After the end of the third limit, before being surrounded by classmates, they jumped out of the classroom and went to find the target of the second attack, but this time, they didn't get any harvest.

This time, not after the first deadline, but before the third deadline, there are no students who have not attended the classroom. In fact, there were some students I didn't recognize the last time I peeked into the classroom. However, none of the sophomore classrooms I checked today were caught in that kind of memory.

At a time when the first, second, and third grade students had already discovered the target of the strategy every school year, it was difficult to narrow down the target of the strategy.

This time, I just checked the classroom of the same grade to make sure that the three of them had time to eat, but I was a little worried that I would be able to find it at this pace. When I could confirm Amlet and the Farnham brothers, I thought they had narrowed down to the middle level, so I thought it might have been too long. I didn't mean to waste it, but as a result, I still don't even remember the target of the attack.

Of course, it is possible to find it in other classes. If you have not overlooked it or even enrolled in school, the only possibility left is to play the vines of memory from the event areas located in various parts of the school or from the characters of the second movie that you have already met.

The rooftop recalls that the column will get permission from the staff room today, but if I can't remember anything, I think it will be the president's office, which is also the final showdown place.

But once I visited as the first princess, I didn't remember anything. I remembered the rough flow of the games I played so many times that I thought it would be the final showdown. I couldn't even remember Ray, who was deeply involved in the final showdown.

I have been fully involved with the protagonist Amlet and the Farnham Brothers, and I still can't recall anyone other than Ray and Lasbos.

Then Nate and Ray might be the ones to inspire a memorable memory. And only the three Las Bosses I hadn't encountered yet. I don't think it would be possible to recall it at least with a mobile character other than Lyre. Both Nate and Ray remembered Root, but the other characters were not caught in memory at all.

I can't remember Root, and when I remembered that there was no character I hadn't actually met, a woman came to my mind. A person who is sure to have some kind of relationship with the other target. But I also don't know where she is. At least as far as I could find the mastermind, and there was no name like her on the whole school roll.

... if only Ray weren't there, she wouldn't even be in the Las Boss position.

It was also true that in the game, he had harmed Nate before. But she can't do it alone, like she did at the start of the game.

If you're looking for the same person, this is the next move, with Ryer as your priority. Now that you've found Rhea and you're not sure how to connect with the other targets, you need to think about what happened after you found Rhea. If you make it long, Ray will disappear like a game.

"I'm sorry, both of you. He gave me priority over meals."

"No, I'm fine..."

"I'm fine..."

Stale and Arthur can only give a thin reply to their pride of apology.

From the end of the third period, the pride twisted one person's neck at them, who remained calm and unchanged from before class. They don't seem depressed or angry, and they still don't look at themselves. However, even if I asked, I was hesitant to ask more insistently from the two of them, who were a little bit fussy about "nothing", "my head was just cold", "don't worry about it".

Even now, she stood at the head of the two people who were clearly in a strange state, and urged them to move from their classrooms to their seats. In fact, their anger at Ray had disappeared, and now they could not even think about it.

When they tell me to add Ray to the three of us,

Over and over in class, my head rang like a bell and was reboiled shortly after freezing my head in an instant.

They were desperate not to show their faces to her all the time in class, but there was not a single way to put their minds together.

Pride means that you don't want to include anyone other than yourself in the three fiancée candidates, or simply because you are Ray. After all, the fiancée candidate is the result of choosing her properly. Or maybe you are a fiancée candidate, and there was no mixing of evil and realism.

Her words were so strong that she numbed her tongue just by looking at her face. I don't even know why my heart is so annoying anymore.

It was only natural for Pride to say so, but the two candidates for a real fiancée couldn't possibly be heard. If we didn't know that we were among those three now, we didn't even realize that she was definitely holding on to her words.

"Jeanne! Hey, where have you been?"

When they returned to their seats, a number of female students waited for them as they feared pride.

A little further away, I casually closed the distance from the story of the girl to the boy student who knew what had happened before the Second End. I came to talk to my boyfriends who were sitting near me, and I surely listened to their voices.

Pride laughs bitterly at the attention of almost all of his classmates.

Do you mind if I sit down for a while while you have dinner? Take a seat while checking with them. I ate each of the sandwiches and wrapped them around the leftovers. Stale, who had a sandwich left, Pride, who ate half of it, and Arthur, who hadn't eaten two whole, escaped to dinner in a classroom with full windows open to find out why they were all talking. Under Ray's condition, it is still unacceptable to deny the misunderstanding between Ray and her lover.

How long have you been telling the truth? Many similar questions can be overlaid quickly, but only vague answers can be returned.

After eating the other half of the sandwich, all I could finally say was the same "I can't say right now, I'm sorry."

From the students' point of view, the suspicion that it was a relationship that could not be officially said because it was an aristocratic opponent only intensified. Even if they deny it, the words will be close to confirmation in their heads. Moreover, even the two of them beside her are now silent. It was only natural for them to think that they were even more positive when they got here.

"Why is that person really good-looking, and even though he was an aristocrat, he was really bad-looking."

"Jeanne, that's a good person."

"I can't be happy just for money's sake."

"It's a good face, but..."

"Could it be that you're threatening me?"

Too leapfrogging a question finally brings out the withered laughter of pride.

Ahaha...... while your throat is sharp, it pulls on the wide angle. To the extent that she thinks she can't hang out without a good reason for the money, Ray thinks she's already lost their reputation. It was rust that came out of me completely.

I wanted to deny it, but it was clear that if I returned everything, I would honestly deny my relationship with Ray. And there was nothing wrong with blackmail.

There's no way he's being harassed by Ray and given a lover's name card to let him cooperate in the future. Pride is also aware that it is a situation where you don't understand the meaning even if you say it yourself.

Unable to reply, she suddenly raised her voice as one of the girls suddenly thought of the pride that she continued to give back with a dry smile and a single sound of hammering. Even if it's a complete creation, the leap is a word that strikes pride.

"Could it be that it resembles Jeanne's first love?"

... I wonder why that would happen.

With the coughing sounds of goofy, giggling, and rattling, and the coughing sounds of several boys clapping in front of their desks, I thought quietly.

I finally squinted my shoulder and laughed, thinking it was too sudden. I didn't deny it, and thought that the information was becoming monstrous with more and more tails, but now I shook my head and replied clearly, "No." Speaking of which, I recall that we used to have a few similar conversations with Dios and Kreuz.

I didn't think I'd ever come across such a topic with a 14-year-old child.

"There's no resemblance at all, so it's rather the opposite." I don't even choose who I like for that reason. "

Rather, I think that at least the Ray-Ban that the girls in front of them know is far from their type now and in the past.

The pride of thinking that I have lived a life isolated from romantic events twice is itchy and embarrassing to talk like this. I hoped that it would flow lightly like Hélène, but of course that was not the case.

Then, if anyone says they like it, I have answered some of them before: "People who try to take over my house, abandon my men, do not bump into me with lies and hurt my loved ones", but then they become more suspicious. If you're so personality-oriented, no one knows why you chose Ray.

"... by the way, Jeanne, you said before that you don't like Philip and Jack, right?"

Another female student recalls the topic of her previous return.

At that time, I remembered that they hit their heads and were depressed, and the words that brought their mouths close and hid their voices, fortunately, did not reach the styles that were already full of heads or Arthur.

Yes, I remembered that I made the two of them angry at that time, and I nodded with a voice that lowered my pride to the limit. The girl student who was able to confirm that much, let go of her face and exhale for a moment. I checked with my head that there was no problem even if I was asked about this continuation, and then I asked the question that came to my mind.

Well then, Jeanne's first love is completely different from that of Philip and Jack.

………………………………

Katin, this time his pride suddenly hardened.

The muscles of the face, which were suddenly fixed in the shape of a smile, were kept intact like mannequins. Stills and Arthur, who had coughed up again in response to an outrageous question, were now concerned that Pride's reply would not be forthcoming, and snooped around. Obviously, I looked at her twice, and now I raised my face and my eyes were rounded.

The cock and hardened pride finally moved their lips after piercing the silence of the busy thing for more than ten seconds.

It was not what they had hoped for when they were squeezed out.

"... I'm sorry, um... it's not like your first love. I just thought you were good-looking." I...... "

I haven't had my first love yet. I can't say that.

If I said that, I would still deny the relationship with Ray.

My throat lost moisture as if I had drunk it from sand, and my breath was only dry. Arthur can't even read the picture or vice versa with a look that's too strong. However, Steyl and Arthur understood from years of experience that the words that they had just narrowed down from her rhetoric were themselves true.... that's all.

Jeanne, who was too stuck with words as if she had stepped on a mine, lost her words as well as the girls surrounding her.

I open my mouth, but I can't speak easily, and I aim at each other from my awkwardness. I ask each other what this means by just their facial expressions, but I still don't know. Soon thereafter, until the fourth pre-bell rang, this classroom alone remained strangely quiet.

"Something... I'm sorry."

Immediately after the teacher visited, everyone dissolved the scene, starting with a sharp apology from the girl student who had thrown the last question.

Originally, the female students who had repeatedly copied the higher questions that were not even allowed to ask the first princess's opponent, also returned to their seats.

The girls who were left in their seats returned to their backpacks and turned to class. Not only Steyl and Arthur, but also Pride, were silently unable to face each other at the funeral.

Who the hell are you?

Steyl, not only Arthur, but all the students listening to him were united.