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

"Now then... you've got plenty of time today..."

The second limit was over, and the column after the classroom headed to the middle with a slower pace than usual.

It is usually a column that extends the knight's choice class and is often in the schoolyard during the lunch break, but today it is not because it was a lecture about knights in the elementary school.

Even after secondary school, there are classes on knights in elective subjects that are shared between men and women, apart from practical skills, but they mainly describe history and organization. An indispensable part of the history of the Kingdom of Freesia, the Knight is the equivalent of a single subject. Instructors are not in charge of the classes, they are not in charge of the columns.

And what Column did this time was a more fundamental lesson.

This is a lecture to respond to what a knight is to those who gradually learn common sense from the children's section.

It was a meaningful time for Column to open his mouth and answer questions for the boys and girls who only knew the name of the knight. As a matter of course, I have been blessed by ordinary people with the opportunity to know about knights and the way to know them in depth. However, some children of lower ranks could not distinguish between knights and guards. Some of them correctly explained the knight to the students who chanted the wrong idea that "the knight is the one who helps the rich."

At the end of the day, if you can see several students who made them say, "I want to be a knight too," you can only be satisfied. If I really thought that future knights might emerge from this, I could look forward to it now.

If I set aside time for questions to interest bored children, I also jumped at them every time.

"Where does the Knight live?" "Why is the Knight strong?" "Why do you walk around the castle occasionally?" "Why is everyone wearing the same clothes?" Some of them said, "Are there really holy knights? When I asked the question, I unexpectedly began to laugh. The Holy Knight, who was only seen in books until recently, is now real. And now he's in the same Pradestone as them.

Arthur thought it was a question that seemed to sweat like a waterfall, but Column politely answered the question just like the other questions.

Enter the middle school building, then head to the staff room or continue to patrol.

At the university, peace had begun at once after Anchorson's arrest, but I still didn't think I'd get away with it. In the first week of school, Pride was locked up in the classroom. Even if I think about it, I will at least go around the middle school building and return to the staff room. If there were no problems with the teachers in the staff room, they immediately set aside a lunch break for the high school department.

Starting from the first floor, walk from the edge of the school building.

There are many students going to and from the cafeteria, especially nowadays. "The royal dining landscape" still boasts the highest popularity in the university.

Every time I passed by, I said, "Good job! Column carefully checks the passing classroom as he responds to the students who greet him with a glowing eye. While sharpening his nerves in his eyes and ears, he turned his thoughts to something else.

... after all, what was that last night...

Yes, the column spins a small gear.

No matter how much I try to remember, my memory is gone. Rather than being cut off, I don't feel uncomfortable as if I am naturally stained with oblivion. I don't even realize what I normally forget when I try to remember yesterday. However, it was a strange feeling for a column with good memory that I could not recall clearly the incident last night.

I was on a mission as a pride guard, and I went to Ryer's quarters, and he took back his memories and ran to Ray's Mansion. Nothing is funny as long as you put it in words. I can even say that I remember it properly.

But there was definitely something there.

I am only an escort. Whatever Pride does, he shouldn't ask for an explanation of his involvement.

When asked by Steyl and the others, it was only natural for the column to remain silent about everything, including things that they could not remember. However, I am curious to know who left the strange entrustment on my head. Rather, when I went back to the Knights' Practice Range last night, I said, "Well, I don't remember. You can't help it, can you?" It's more unusual for Alan to be sober. "

As far as I can remember, the four people in the carriage were Lyre. But I'm sure there was someone else. The column believes that it is sufficient for a person with special abilities in the memory system to erase or rewrite the memory.

Take care of the Princess of Pride.

At least I don't think she's a bad person.

However, in some cases, there were matters like the crown prince of the Rajya Empire. Now that I can't even remember who that person is, it's not impossible for a man to have a special emotion for pride. And perhaps only Jillvale and Pride have information about the person.

And since the memory was intentionally erased, no further depth is allowed. I don't know who I'm dealing with.

There is a possibility that you will be sealed off not only by yourself, but also by your pride, because you put in a little exploration. He's quite thorough because he's the one who erases the memories of himself and Alan, the escort.

To tell you the truth, I won't tell you who I am, but I would like to give you a word of pride and advise you not to trust that person too much. It's safe to assume that you're somewhat trustworthy after passing through Gilbert.

... if Master Stale knew about it, he'd be worried.

In that sense, Column thinks it would be better to hide this fact in the styles.

If I didn't know the identity of the opponent, I could easily imagine him questioning Gilbert as soon as I knew that the opponent had come into contact with pride.

While I was involved as a Knight Guardian of Pride, I already understood the relationship between Steyl and Gilbert and the column. There were many sparks, but they were more trustworthy now. I didn't want to create a crack in their relationship.

Steyl's expression, questioning where she had been since Pride returned yesterday, was hers. Moreover, when I said that I could not speak from the mouth of pride or from their own mouths, unlike Tiara, who suddenly withdrew, Sail seemed distraught.

[Apart from the head that should be pulled as a servant and assistant to the First Princess, it was seen that there was a combination of despondency that could be seen as excess. Here, it is easy to imagine that if you knew specifically what she was doing last night, he would also scratch his heart thinly.

Six years ago, she threw herself down a cliff to save Roderick, the leader of the Knights. When she came back to King's House, she was there with Stale.

Since then, both his body and mind have grown stronger, but Karam analyzes alone that it has not fundamentally changed. I also understand that for Steyl, pride is too special, and there are scratches (...) deep (...) deep (...).

Not only as the first princess, but for him, who was adopted at the age of seven, pride is one of the few "sweet" families─... and... When the thoughts of the column deepened slightly.

"!...... Nate"

After checking the first floor, the column stopped when I hung my legs to climb the middle staircase.

At the dance floor to get up, Nate, who was just about to come down from the second floor, had his eyes round and stopped. With a small body carrying a suitably inflated backpack, he is now spending time without bandages.

Nate couldn't even open his mouth when he bumped into the column.

Phillip's words crossed my head to a column that would have appeared as if it had been intended, even though I would normally have gnawed between my eyebrows.

Ah... um... when I slightly opened my mouth, the column leaned between my eyebrows. Did something happen again, or did you just try to make it up to me? Either way, while thinking about what might happen, Column closed the distance to Nate, who solidified step by step.

“How's the wound? Have you had any trouble since then?"

"Servant... Never mind. I've got the bandage, and my dad and mom are fine..."

First of all, Nate spoke honestly, looking at what bothers him the most.

I can't afford to go to other things because I have information I'm worried about whether to say it or not. The boy who had been hiding his violent uncle until a while ago was now caught in the throat by something incomparably smaller.

Tan, Tan and the ascending column want to get away like this. However, Nate knew very well that he would not say it for the rest of his life if he escaped here.

I swallowed the inside of my mouth into the column that I gently returned and retreated only a few centimeters back.

“How about class? Have you become a little more interested?”

"Haa, I'm taking my class properly!!"

"I know that."

To Nate, who was making a rough voice, Column laughed a little funny.

As a lecturer, Column, who belongs to the staff room, listens with concern for the security of the school and the condition of the teacher. The teacher in charge of Nate's class was especially grateful to him, saying, "The students who didn't even show up for class until recently are taking classes seriously as if they were lies." "This is also thanks to Captain Column, who has instructed me to find him to hide in the school every time."

In fact, it was a column that I think has a greater effect on pride and Leon than I did, but I drank it with the fact that it was not a lie, saying, "I'm sure the suspension will be the cause."

"I've heard what you're trying to do." Since then, it's wonderful that you're studying hard, even with the [...] question, the [...] line, the [...] movement, the [...] start. "

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I'm glad that you praised me so straight, but I feel even more guilty than that. Finally, even though I thought I had done nothing wrong until this morning, Nate's expression was strenuous in part. I couldn't help but feel as if I was cheating on the knight in front of me.

If I noticed, I couldn't even look directly, and my gaze shifted away from the column in another direction. Previously, I naturally came to school on my own, but now I feel like I'm doing something very bad.

Column chose the words, wondering if Nate still had any worries about his changed complexion. After climbing the steps, he bent down slightly, lining up at the same dance floor.

“What's going on? I don't care whether it's at home or at school, so I want you to talk about anything that bothers you. If something (...) asks (...) and (...) starts (...), then (...)......"

"I don't give a damn..."

Unable to stand up to good intentions, a voice rises like a lightning strike.

Instead of the stairs, Nate shouted with a voice echoing on the first and second floors, his whole body was too strong and bright red like a boiling pot. Grasp your fists and close your mouth once to Nate's column, who is too strong to push back to the floor.

I looked back at the fox-colored eyes that had been caught, thinking that it was not a reaction that was obviously nothing. Until she thought of something that might have bothered her, Nate let out a rough voice.

"These shoes... they're awesome, so..."

Point and declare your mouth.

His inventive pride does not surprise the accustomed column anymore. It was surprising that shoes were invented, but it is always a matter of pride. I also think that there may be other inventions that he is still wearing, such as shoes. However, I don't know why I suddenly uttered it at this time.

I see, and Nate continues to echo in a single word to the column.

"Ah, the walls too!" I can walk... I can walk like a special ability person...... yesterday, it was a stupid rumor of a foolish aristocrat! I walked all over the middle school.

I couldn't hear Nate's voice either, saying to turn down the volume of his voice.

Even though it was just her mouth that was moving, Nate's voice was rough as she remembered the illusion of her sight circling around.

If Steyl had been here, there would have been a way to confess more calmly, and it would have been a very sighing confession.

While listening to Nate's resounding voice, Column remembers that such a topic had been raised in the staff room.

Someone walked around the walls of the school building, screaming and screaming about strange rumors. I thought it was a prank by a student with special abilities, but I finally understood that the culprit was in front of me.

If you do it again, it is said that you will call the staff room without permission for the use of special abilities. The column did not hear the details of the rumor, but the content of the scattered rumor itself was low, and the person who scattered the rumor also refused to touch the problem itself, so it was not on the agenda much. It was far worse to hear that royalty would come to visit the school.

Now, while recalling the memory of yesterday, which I could remember vividly without any problems, Column finally understands why Nate made it difficult for him to say.

"But! I didn't find it until today, and I didn't find it, and I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm..."

I forgot my breathing room and kept screaming, and I held my breath again along the way.

Nate's fisted hands began to tremble.

The column tilts its face while gently pressing its forehead with its fingertips. I tried to change the angle a bit, but I couldn't see Nate's face, which was tightened up to his shoulder and bowed down.

Column exhaled a sigh of relief before he was asked to continue, at least because something hadn't happened to him.

"I can't do it anymore."

Nate raised his face up to the ceiling and stretched it up to the column as if it had been filled with heat and redness.

The column of stony stones also becomes rounded in a declaration that it doesn't want to do. When I think that he stopped to say it, I smile more than point out that he made a noise in public.

"Even if it is indirect, you should not use special abilities easily. It would be a nuisance to other students."

Unfortunately, I am thinking of reporting to the teacher calmly from myself, instead of telling the general opinion of the staff easily that "it is good" here. Even though it is a staircase that says "Ah! That's it!", I just want to tell the teacher that I will report it as I see Nate running down the stairs to escape with a bump on my shoulder.

Nate, who hadn't looked back anymore, replied with just his voice, "Do what you want." He literally ran away.

The sound confirmed that Nate, who was running down the stairs, had not fallen and had reached the first floor safely, before Column resumed looking around to the second floor.

Instead of walking through the walls, he jumped out the windows and threw smoke bombs at them, which made him think that he had grown up. Moreover, he reported the problematic behavior to me.

What is done is not praised, but it is better not to do it. Still, it was pure warmth that he confessed so hard to himself.

I have to do it again.

I can only believe the words he praised for not causing the problem and the guilt and momentum he left to himself to declare.