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

"So, Jeanne... are you sure you're okay with this?"

Yeah, come on in. and Pride, as usual, missed Stale and Arthur as they headed for their chosen class.

Arthur's expression was cloudy, just like Steyl's, who asked him to explore. Still, to honor her will, they left the classroom. Reflecting on the conversation that had dragged a little bit after the end of the day, Pride did not move.

After the two backs disappeared into the hallway, Phew... exhaled a short breath. Once I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I felt that my vision was more open than before.

Jeanne, called out with a transparent voice, raised her face, and as expected, a person walked up with a refreshing smile like a spring breeze. A girl with a small bounce of walnut-coloured hair sat down on the seat opposite her pride.

And now a voice rushed in from the door, calling her as well.

"Jeanne! Again..."

"... there's no one in that mask today, is there?"

Dios, Chloe, and the girls each called out and laughed.

The smile unexpectedly became bitter to the two of them who were still alert to Ray, who had been messing around for a few days. Dios, in particular, bounced his shoulders as soon as he heard what Kloe had said.

Ahaha...... watching them take their seats in place with a withered laugh. The process of preparing for the study session while spreading out each notebook and pen is now a natural exercise.

"Ah, yes, yes, Dios. I thought you hadn't shown me this yet."

In an effort to change the subject as quickly as possible, Pride turned her hand to her bag with a bright voice.

The twins tilted their necks at the same time as she tried to get something out of her bag, which was usually only a pen. Furthermore, Amlet raised her chin from the opposite side of the seat to peek at her. What? And if you wait with your heart as if it were a magic trick, she took out

"Here! The embroidery we talked about earlier." I'm sorry I'm late to show you. "

Dios' eyes shone on the handkerchief, which he showed with his hands wide open.

It was an embroidered handkerchief realized by Nell's hand during the remedial class with a slight smile. Amlet nodded convincingly when she saw it, “You're really good!” Dios and the others called out. She's never seen herself again, but she still doesn't get tired of seeing her friend Jeanne again and again.

Dios also let the joy Jeanne showed really bounce through his voice.

"Wow! I can read it properly! I can even sew Jeanne!"

"... that's fine, but why are you putting Jack and Philip together with your name?"

Unexpectedly, Kroy's flat voice shrugged his shoulders.

But right away, he said, "It's good, isn't it?” Kloe nodded, exhaling as she stretched her chest out. "Isn't that good?" "And there was a voice tone that sounded like a throw somewhere, but I didn't want to poke the corner of the heavy box anymore.

Even Jeanne, who was fourteen years old and happily spreading her handkerchief, admired Dios for being able to show her, and Amlet, who looked happy like herself, did not feel like giving her any more water. As if I had become the oldest person, I put my arms together and put the facts into words again.

Jeanne really likes those two, doesn't she?

It's hard to do without a family friend, such as bothering to put Jack and Phillip's name on the embroidery of a handkerchief alongside his own.

I know that even in Kroy's class, girls and friends were ingenious in putting names together, and sneaking in family names and favorite boys' names. However, as far as Croy knew, it was about Jeanne's, such as a girl who could put the name of a non-family heterosexual with her.

Pride laughed as he blinked at Croy's words. Fufu, if you laugh while hiding your mouth, your eyes will be loose to the eyes of an adult.

“Yeah, I love it. I've been with you since I was a kid.”

Without concealing it, I returned it with a spare smile, and Kreuz's lips were slightly pointed.

Furthermore, the moment I saw Jeanne's adult smile, I was reminded of a princess whose face I didn't even know clearly. The moment my head decided to do so, I turned away from Jeanne as if to erase my thoughts.

On the contrary, Dios laughed at Nikonko with a happy smile of pride. I'm sure if I had a sewing lesson, I would write the names of Croy and Hélène, and I think Jeanne and I would share the same idea. And now I want to put Jeanne and Cedric's name on it.

Either way, it was when I tried to say that it was a beautiful embroidery that looked like Jeanne to Dios.

"Sounds good..."

A sledgehammer and a small mutter fell first.

Just as everyone was closing their mouths, the muttering that had been done by herself reached her ears cleanly. If I turned to the voice of the Lord with my eyes rounded with pride, only the person who said it floated his gaze, and now only the expression that was not in my heart appeared.

«Amlet? â €œ

Pride cries out to the mumbling landlord.

Furthermore, Dios, who was sitting next to her, twisted his neck and peered in. Even though his eyes were supposed to be facing Jeanne's handkerchief, his focus was somewhere out of focus. When she looked at Amlet with her eyes staring at her, her elbows looked sad from the smile on her face.

She is dumbfounded, and her thin call from pride hasn't passed through her ears.

"Amlet didn't do well with the embroidery."

Amlet noticed Dios' uncertain question and clear voice this time.

I sigh and repeat the blink as if I woke up from my slumber. Jeanne, holding her handkerchief in front of her, moved her neck to Dios and Croix and said, "Huh! Yup, I'll cut it back in a dazzling tone.

"Wow, I still don't like it a bit!" Thanks to Dr. Nell, I was able to see it, but I couldn't do it as well as Jeanne! That's why I'm so embarrassed that I can't show it to either of you! "

... I wonder if that's the case.

Pride twisted her neck just in front of her chest as she watched her hands flush thinly.

At least Amlet, who was just not good at sewing, was a better rescue than herself, who was devastated by reverse cheating. Besides, I think she definitely had a good result when she got Nell's answers the same way as she did.

But when I try to remember, I realize that I haven't seen Amlet's embroidery properly. I watched Nell when she was the first to speak out, but I didn't think it would be easy if she stared at herself because she wasn't good at sewing. But at least I think Amlet was good at embroidering his name.

But in front of her, Amlet said to Dios and Kroy, "If you've done your best, you won't be embarrassed!" That's the name of the seamstress. "

Unlike Dios, who purely believed Amlet's words, Chloe was naturally suspicious, but she didn't want to lift her legs. I am fully accustomed to the bad lies and the way they are poured out in Dios.... but I don't even bother to help her out of Dios' plea.

And Pride doesn't want to push her here, so he consciously squeezes his lips. It took more than two seconds, and then the amlet and breath together to form a quiet voice.

“Where should I review today?”

I apologize for derailing you from me, and I put my folded handkerchief in my hand.

Immediately after, he said, "Oh, actually, I just wanted to check the Fourth Quarter yesterday!" Amlet also jumped on, sincerely grateful for the help boat from Jeanne.

Although it was unusually loud for her, neither Dios nor Kroy cared. Start the study group with the usual flow while spreading out the notes we brought.

Having already begun to get used to teaching just the three of them, they deepen their understanding of each other with natural flow. Pride also felt that their growth was fast because the study group, which had been self-directed at first, had only been able to keep an eye on them.

Exhaling and watching them so they didn't make a sound... they suddenly turned their attention to Amlet.

I didn't expect her to look me in the eye and shake my shoulder and say, "What's wrong?" When asked, she replied "Question" instead of "Answer."

At that moment, even Dios and Chloe raised their faces to pride at the same time.

Really? "I returned with a bitter smile and no pride to the twins, who asked in a repetitive voice.

In my head, I remembered what happened before the Styles left. He swallowed the words of praise and praise from the protagonist to Amlet, who frowned in front of him, before returning the words.

I understand that this is what Amlet was talking about before he got to the limit.

"Jeanne, what is your lunch break about...?"

"As usual, I'm just promising Powell and the four of us....... Ah, there's just a few more things to give Sensei Nell."

"Give me something...?" replied Amlet, tilting her neck, to her pride. That is not to conceal anything in itself.

If the Farnum brothers asked him why he did that at the same time, he replied with a small smile. However, Amlet's expression was dim to the smile.

"Um... if you want, I'll give it to you." I just have an appointment with Dr. Nell today. "

If I get a message, I'll tell Amlet to put it down and say, "Really?" and the depression rises.

I'm sorry to ask for your help, but I think I'll ask for more than that. If Amlet has errands to run, she'll lose both her funnel time and her errands if she goes with her. If you just give me a message, it won't be much longer than asking Amlet.

I wonder if I could ask you...... and Pride took out an envelope from her terrified bag. Closed in a common, rustic envelope, Amlet smiled and received it.

In order to avoid losing it, Kloe noticed the interaction between her and Pride between the notebooks, and her cheek stick was attached to them. If I was asked to do anything else, I wouldn't have to do it at the same time, but even if I thought I had no choice, I would line up my complaints in the corner of my head.

I have the usual plans for lunch break today, but I have nothing for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. And even today, it was not easy to stretch my legs a bit except for the lunch break.

However, Chloe is not a child so much that she can swell her mouth there.

Speaking of which, I change the subject to switch my mind. With words that came out as if they had followed their mouths, Kreuzberg, as he thought about it, threw the questions that had remained since he came into the classroom.

"That masked man. You haven't seen Jeanne yet today? Or did you come in the morning or something?"