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

"Now, let's get started." It's a simple embroidery that doesn't differ from the lesson. "

"I'll teach you from scratch," said Dr. Nell in a bright tone, placing a chair in front of our sitting desk, not at the teacher's desk.

After putting a light refusal into the amlet that participated in the class, I think that Nell's skills in explaining the method of sewing are real after all. As a flow, I also used the sewing method I had done in my previous life to sew my name into the cloth that was given to me. It is very easy to understand because it teaches me how to set up one by one. I'm sure I'll teach better than my previous family physician.

Yes, the embroidery you showed me was sewn in with "Pradestone" and a beautiful script, and even though it was done so easily, it made my eyes black and white. Amlet, who would have seen it for the second time, also leaked "Wow".

Shall we start with the sewing method? Shall we both try threading it from underneath the cloth just like I did?

Fufu, after returning Amlet's pure reaction with a smile, Nell finally began to implement it in earnest.

I was just sitting in front of a cloth and needle thread, and I was going to pick the murder weapon just like Amlet. Just by holding the needle, my fingers trembled, even though I had only to thread the thread from under the cloth. He swallowed his mouth again and again, moving his fingers as Dr. Nell instructed.

First of all, I've never done sewing in this world.

Born to royalty, sewing was not a mandatory subject. As with cooking, I didn't have to learn the work that a maid would do instead of me. It is not uncommon for noble daughters to learn embroidery as part of their upbringing, but in my case, they were taught dance, manners, law, and imperial studies instead.

And in my previous life... well, I was able to do it properly to a certain extent. I just want you to boast that I have never punctured a finger with a needle.

Works that were properly made and presented to the task were completed without the teacher being angry, and even sewing machines could be used. When I was told to try it again, I wasn't confident in my memory. And this time, for the first time in my life, as a common man of my previous life, I have experience in sewing technology.

Billy

... brilliantly, the first puncture made a big hole in the cloth.

Uwaaaaa... your mouth is just crookedly opened and hardened without a voice. Even during class, it sounds deceptive, but I can't stop the instructor in front of me now.

Yes, formerly Queen Lasbos, this Pride Royal Ivy is devastating in all its domestic work.

And it was something I knew enough about before I did. It's not just about how clumsy I am, it's about setting things up.

It was the same in the cooking class, but basically I can't do anything about it. Only charcoal, liquefaction, the carcass, or the dishwriter could tell what would happen if I had the needle and the thread.

It was hard for Amlet to know how to get along with her gentle teacher Nell. I was unhappy that Steil and Arthur hadn't found out. Thanks to Tiara, the dish remained disgraceful, but this time, I don't want to know that it would be uglylyly and devastating to clean up the sewing in one word.

For a moment, I wondered if Amlet could help me by making up the protagonist like a miracle for Tiara, but my hopes were low. I wish I had something like the first tiara that would be an event to cook with the target of the attack, but I can't remember the second one either.

In the game, Amlet works hard to make a big work for Farnham's sister, and sews while receiving guidance. There are also occasions where she takes sewing classes on other routes. However, naturally, there was no involvement of the man who was the target of the attack, and she was only thinking about the target of the attack who entered the route while sewing under the teacher's teachings.

The target audience is involved, but the sewing class is not the main event. In other words, no matter how much Amlet can sew, or if she's a girl's power cheat like Tiara, I'm not sure I can benefit from being taught.

At least just like cooking with Tiara, working side-by-side has just proven that it doesn't work.... honestly, if I could just say my resignation, I wanted this curse to be lifted when the first ending arrived.

However, it is not convenient. I knew it when I messed up in cooking class. And the next victim was the kind-hearted teacher Nell in front of her.

She sat in front of us, her hands stopping before me with a bigger hole than a needle. I would like to say this before I teach you the word "Na" which is not yet sewn. With a hardened expression, he stares at the cloth and the needle of the murder weapon that have pitifully opened a hole in it, more than I have. I want to escape through the window even now. Not only Nell-sensei in the front, but he also had the courage to look at Amlet who would have the same look next to him.

Billy

"Ah......"

...... hehe?

Before I turned my face, I could see that my eyes would be rounded by the sounds I heard next to me and the leaking voice.

When he saw it, a needle in Amlet's hand that had been put through the cloth diagonally injected into it and ripped through the entrance. It's small compared to my big hole, but it doesn't turn into a failure.

Like I did before, it hardened with my hand while piercing the belly of the cloth.

After a few seconds of silence, Amlet gazes at the teacher in front and me next to her, as she remembers. Amlet's cheeks frowned gradually blushed with a look that seemed to have been seen as bad.

"...... please don't. I've ripped it off too......"

Following a chubby voice, she finally turned red to her ears.

I remembered there and said, "Me too," rather, I turned to the front with more dignity than Amlet. I'm not a big failure, but I'm not at ease with my people.

Dr. Nell laughed at the reports from the two of us once through the needle. Oh my... I heard a really thin voice, but it's an indescribable expression.

"... Jeanne wasn't very good at sewing, either." I have something to teach you..... "

Dr. Nell, you're really kind.

Even though it was a weak voice, he still laughed at me without making any annoying faces except for confusion.... and Jeanne... she realized even more that maybe Amlet was like that in her last class.

Speaking of which, I should have questioned that Amlet was a remedial teacher. I couldn't think of anything more than my strongest difficulty the moment she told me the tutorial, but how did I get to Amlet?

As you can see, it was only me and Amlet who were able to make it up in the choice classes until today. In other words, it does not mean that the criteria for imposing Dr. Nell's [Remedial Course] are particularly stringent. And as you can see, Amlet doesn't seem to be very good at sewing.... I was able to do it in the game without difficulty, but for some reason.

Rather, the home classes were too surprising for Amlet, who thought it was not strange to play with Tiara even in the maiden game hero cheats. It's a mystery that even without a game-like cheat, ordinary-born amulets can't get this far. Even though the game hasn't started yet, why only three years ago?

"──Since I disappeared, I just started to do my own thing. It's nothing extraordinary."

Suddenly, an amlet stiffens the cloth in one hand and the amlet of the game in memory overlaps.

It's not the awkward look I'm looking at right now, it's the sad look on my face. The scene of someone talking while wearing a button on their clothes. The face of the opposing man gently appeared... and disappeared.

Unexpectedly, she shook her head to the side, and Amlet turned to me with her vermilion eyes rounded as if she was surprised. In a look that said something was wrong, he laughed, "I'm embarrassed that I failed." In fact, it's really embarrassing.

Probably the last target event. Speaking of which, I think there were occasions when Amlet put a button on the target of the attack. It's a scene where the target of the attack turns a loving gaze on a homely amulet.... yeah, Amlet's sewn up a lot more than a class. At least three years after the game starts.

"Um... I've never done anything like this before. How's Amlet? Have you ever done this before? Embroidery and buttons."

"Not at all. I've never done anything so embarrassing." "This is what I did in my last sewing class..." But I've never had a child other than myself who can't sew. "

I was suddenly turned around in a big blink and smiled at the smile of a complaint.

... I wonder if it's an honor or a sad one. I have feelings that I don't even know, but I think it would be good if it was ultimately connected to Amlet's current smile.