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

"But Jeanne, that's not very nice."

"It's not like that." I'm sure you'll be very happy with it! "

After returning to the point from the love banana consultation with Amlet, I put my hands on her and laughed.

A birthday gift for Efron oniisama. We were in the process of consolidating our plans for the first consultation. Even during her rebellion, Efron wanted to give her something, and now she's secretly planning to give it to Powell and other friends.

When I first asked what kind of gifts I had until now, I used to have flowers and letters when I was little. Then, she bought clothes, gloves, shoes, and a treat. It was all very practical stuff. Life was painful and oniisama was happy to use it every time.

I think this gift is the best, after all.

Still, Amlet's mouth was still lowering as she leaked out worriedly, "Sure, I'd be happy for you to do anything..."

For her part, she would like to take this opportunity to think that Efron and Powell are also like grown-ups, so she would definitely like to think about it. In that sense, it might be more nervous than a gift for someone you like.

And even from oniisama, it's a good opportunity to admit to Amlet more than you can talk about Stale.

”I want to make it more grown-up... if I treat you like a child again, you'll start a fight”

"I'm not childish." You want oniisama to understand, don't you? I'm sure the letter will convey my feelings, but... it's difficult, isn't it? "

Amlet nods loudly twice to my question.

Although letter classes are elective, writing letters to a girl during rebellion is too difficult. Then I think this is the best.

Amlet nodded and flushed her face again, staring back at me while biting her lower lip. It was a look of strength with all the parts of the face in the center, but this time there was no denial.

Amlet leaned up to her eyebrows with all her strength on her shoulders, and after making eye contact with me, she clenched her fists.

"... All right, I'll try!"

Amlet, who gave me powerful words, made a face that she remembered and was ready to see in the game.

Indeed, it was the same look as when I decided to stop Ray from transferring the school to the Las Boss together with the target of the attack.... which means you've decided to be ready for it. It was the same challenge as the Las Boss Showdown for Amlet in the midst of a period of rebellion.

When I think about it, my mouth naturally loosens with a bitter smile. Amlet keeps her eyebrows in the center and emits a strong voice to lift herself up.

"It's an important day once a year." You can't say you're embarrassed to admit it...! "

It's an important day once a year....... I can't say I'm embarrassed to please you. ”

... is that it?

Suddenly, Amlet's powerful words and the dialogues in her memory overlapped.

It's an amulet of the game. Indeed, in the middle of the story, in order to give a birthday gift to the target of the attack, I went shopping in the market...... birthday

Amlet leans over in front of me and calls out to me. I can't react now with the blinking lid on my eye that keeps her in sight. More than that, it's filled with trying not to miss the memories in your head.

Yeah, it was in the game, too. There's an event where Amlet celebrates someone's birthday. I caught it in my brain and put up my nails before it turned into smoke. Now, [he] is more important than breathing.

Sure, Amlet gave it to me in the game. To celebrate his birthday. To please him. I mean, he...

I wish I hadn't been born.

Eyes moistened by tears were reflected on the other side of my memory.

Powell's chest tightened to a slightly different pityful color.... it's him.

The name is, the face is, the hair color is, and the year is. I stopped there trying to dive deeper into my memories.

Definitely, Amlet went down to the market to save him. To get him to accept his birthday. To let him know that he was born and that he thinks so more than anyone else.

You're sweet, Amlet.

I don't think it's worth a word like that.

They don't know anything.

It's only natural to be told....... I'm that kind of person. "

Even though I can't see my face, only the pitiful gaze comes to mind.

Every scene should be different, but that's the only thing that doesn't change my eyes. The grinning eyes were definitely not Dios, Nate, or Ray.

Almost there, I can remember. The fog clears up little by little. I could even remember my voice. If only I could remember my face and name.....

────You're right.

"Jeanne..."

shall be:

It's like waking up from a dream, where your awareness returns to your sight. I noticed Amlet grabbing my shoulders in front of me.

I finally blinked again and again at the daydream of my eyes remaining open. I understand that Amlet is worried about people who can't be captured in her sight right now. She says, "It's okay."

Don't worry, I just laughed and waved lightly, putting my hand on my cheek so that Amlet would not feel restless.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been doing well since this morning." Thank you for taking the time to consult with me. Would you like to lie down for a second? And I'm going home. "

While saying that, he gently tries to put me to sleep while sitting on the bed.

I apologize for inadvertently worrying that it's okay, that it's okay. I'm sorry that I just had to worry about you this morning.

Thanks to my nap during the lunch break, I'm already feeling good, but I'm obsessed with my memories. After all, the encounter with Amlet, the main character, was the right one. Thanks to you, I could remember some more clues.

More than that, Amlet, do you know anyone with the same color of eyes as Powell?

As I mislead the conversation, I thoughtfully ask straightforwardly.

If you've known the protagonist for a long time, or if you've already known him at school, that's a clue.

Amlet's eyes were strangely rolled up in response to a sudden question, but she twisted her head to think straight away. It was a small roar... unfortunately, I didn't have anyone else to think of. No, but it's big enough to know we haven't met yet.

"The closest one is about Jack, and I don't know anyone in the city except for the school, so I don't think they're around me." From the beginning, my friends weren't from the city, like Powell. "

You know Jeanne, don't you? And I nodded, knowing that he wasn't originally from Amlet's city.

Stills was the one who moved him to the city... or to the neighborhood for a moment.

Oh, I apologize for asking you strange things, but suddenly a question arises again. I hesitated for a moment, but when I talked to her, I asked if I could ask her again.

"... how did Amlet get to like Powell?"

The next moment, Amlet's expression hardened.

She was worried about me just now and became blue. Her face finally calmed down and returned to its original skin color. Her face twitched again and became red like a bass cooking. After one beat, I realized that I had dug back the  s love story that I had kept away from me.

"I-I 'm sorry for the inconvenience, but suddenly I heard something shameless!" I didn't think about it. I knew it.

"...... it's your fault......"

Amlet's squeezed voice narrowly overlapped as I rushed to retract the foreword.

If she unintentionally stops and listens to her too little voice, she notices her shoulders shaking and trembling. Perhaps you've reminded me of something about Powell that I don't want to recall.

Amlet...? If I could just call out in a voice that didn't lose to her, I would get back to her right away.

"~ ~... it's all your fault..."

The voice trembling with a bright red face was mixed with a little anger.

In the direction of anger that might not be directed at me, my shoulders still rise and fall on their own. I called her name, desperately hiding my face from tingling. I didn't expect the tip of the spear to turn against oniisama again.

Grasping her hands to hold her knees, she let her little lips rampage with a thin shoulder full of strength.

"I used to tell me about the ideal image of a man and rubbed it in, but as soon as Powell arrived, I taught him that every day...!" Powell was also very honest, so I believed everything you said and did as I told you...... I noticed that Powell really spelled out his ideals...... "

Amlet's voice, which covered her bright red face with both hands as she spoke quickly, was a shout that seemed to be inadvertently heard in the hallway.

Unexpectedly, I turned my back against the fuse.

Just like that little explosion, "Brother idiot!" She almost cried out.

... I mean, if you taught Amlet the ideal image of a man, would you be the one who brought up Powell according to that ideal image? If you recall that Amlet used to talk about the ideal male figure, there are many parts that are certainly convincing.

"And yet, oniisan makes Powell treat me like a sister...!" If it were true, I would have liked someone who had nothing to do with you... even if you found out... "

But I couldn't help but shake Amlet's head.

No wonder oniisama Efron didn't think he had created the ideal man for his sister. Moreover, considering this way of saying it, Powell was stupid to Amlet's favor, and the culprit, oniisama, was unaware of it.

Perhaps she wanted to live in a dormitory with such intentions.

In the game, step by step, I fell in love with the target, and Amlet, who was pulling their hand, was quite brilliantly swinging by oniisama. I stroked her head as it curled around my back, smiling half-heartedly at the figure.

"I've always said the same thing like I remember one thing, and since I was a little girl, I've been taught that such a person is nice, but Powell is very honest and kind..."

I know...

It seems that it still flows from the gap between the fingers that covered my face, and afterwards, it seems that my dissatisfaction with oniisama and her hard story and sometimes my cute fascination overflowed as if I had unplugged it.

"And yet... you've always been much more friendly with Powell than I am!" I've always relied on Powell! "

While sympathetic to her struggling situation in a different way than in the game, I nodded thoughtfully when it came to Powell's passion.

Rather, I really think that Powell's praise talk alone will overnight, but if I say it now, I will definitely misunderstand it, so I will weigh myself.

It was only after she raised her face that the exposed waterfall she had been holding back could be weathered. Without a doubt, I checked the clock and hurriedly cut up the conversation and put it on the tray to clean up the cup I had brought.

"I'm sorry, I told you not to talk too much. Thanks to you, I feel very relaxed."

Thank you, and with a slightly tired expression, I return the words to Amlet, who gave me a smile of something.

I was originally going to go on a consultation, but I'm glad you've told me a lot. And... I remembered a few important things.

I'll go and give her back the dishes while she drops me off, and I'll leave the room with the suggestion that I'll have it. The dishwasher is too dangerous for me, but I can carry a tray.

"Talk to me whenever you need me again." If there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to say it. "

"Thank you, Jeanne, but it was really helpful to hear it like this." Come to my parents' house someday.! Ah, yes, finally. "

I walked down the stairs in a conversation with Amlet.

Don't worry about it this time. While also focusing on the conversation, I will reorganize my mind that the harvest this time is huge.

I've had a little bit of experience with Powell and Amlet, and I've been able to get along with her, but what's especially big is the game information that I can recall. The last target's voice and eyes.

The name of Lasbos,.

Don't forget, I wrapped that information in my head and went home with Amlet.

I never thought I'd lose my word after this.