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

Are you okay, Jeanne? My feet are getting a little wet after all.

Isn't it cold?

Yeah, I'll laugh at the two of you, worrying about my hair curls to my nails.

After Eric sent me to the school gate, I put it in Arthur's umbrella, but after all, both umbrellas jumped a little.

Although the shoulders are not wet, the staircase with the umbrella is less humid from the school gate. When I saw it, I simply thought that I was bad at walking in an umbrella. I stuck to Arthur so he wouldn't stick out of the umbrella when I walked. This time, I got permission from the public properly.

Pre-approved this time, taking advantage of the reflection that rumors annoyed Arthur because I clung to his arms in front of the students.

When I asked if it was okay to stick to the umbrella, they shouted, "Even if I don't have to do anything, I can't get wet because I can't catch a cold."

It was Arthur the Mote Boy who worried about the second scandal rather than getting wet, but he finally convinced me that they wouldn't get wet.

I personally said I would have an umbrella, but that didn't mean I couldn't miss the knight Arthur or the assistant and assistant Stale. I have no resistance to having an umbrella myself.

You made me nervous not to get wet. In the short time from the school gate until I reached the school building, Arthur was brilliantly stiff.

Moreover, since nature and the umbrella lean more than half toward me while you go ten steps forward, every time I touch Arthur from my shoulders, it will be as if Arthur's shoulders will shake and tension will jump up again and again. Sometimes the heat was too high because of the tension, and the glasses on the silver rim were cloudy.

I thought that clinging to my arm would keep me close enough to the umbrella, and that Arthur would be more likely to give me an umbrella, but I weighed myself to prevent scandals. If they were the same, Stale and Arthur would be fiancée candidates, and I thought they might have been allowed to do so. Speaking of which, Sail and Tiara may not be in the same umbrella yet.

"Jack is not the one who keeps the raindrops on his head.... even Philip's hands are so cold."

As soon as I entered the school building, I closed my umbrella and reached out to the two of them who were worried more about me than I was.

Arthur leaned his umbrella on me so many times that the raindrops were glowing on his head, and he had one shoulder. I'm about the hem of a shoe and a skirt, but Arthur might keep his body cool.

Remove the handkerchief and wipe it from the top of Arthur's head so that he can pay for it. "Oh no!" said Arthur, half a step back with a loud voice, but he squeezed his lips and accepted it by hanging his handkerchief like a fart.

The drops on my head fell on my cheek when I tapped it off, so I gently wiped off the drops on my cheek at the end. Arthur's face was flushed with open eyes, and I was worried that he might have a temporary illness even if he didn't catch a cold.... or are you just ashamed of being treated like a child?

I was going to wipe my shoulders, but before that, I was wondering if my clothes were damp and the hands of the checked steil were cold enough to see through the cloth.

Give Arthur a handkerchief and take Stale's hand to make sure. Even though it was only my right hand, it was much cooler than either of my hands.

When I wrapped it in a pinch, the shoulders of the styles suddenly went up and down. I squeezed my lips like Arthur, and then stared at the wrapped hand. You must have been surprised at the temperature difference compared to my hand.

As soon as I continued to pinch with both hands, Stale's hand quickly warmed up with a spike. Moreover, when I wrapped the opposite hand again with both hands, my glasses were cloudy until Sail.

When both of them have white glasses, it becomes a little more interesting when they look like brothers. Or did it actually take time to warm up immediately?

Thinking so, I relaxed and breathed comfortably into the wrapped hands of Sail. Haa...... if you breathe out like a fever, the steil will become hot inside. I was relieved that his temperature was safely restored, and now I'm worried about Arthur's hand.

When I reached out to check, Arthur, who seemed to know what he was going to do, said, "It's okay."... if you look up, it's definitely a hot lump even with a pigmented complexion. Arthur has had a high calorie level for a long time.

Soon after, Arthur prompted us to thank you and give us back our handkerchiefs, and we headed straight for the school building. There is no umbrella stand, and if you leave it like in the previous life, it will be mixed or stolen, so bring the child who brought the umbrella to the classroom. Even if I entered the room because of that, my feet seemed very wet and slippery.

Please be careful, Arthur with three umbrellas stood behind me so that I could support myself even when I fell, and I put one hand on the railing and took the opposite hand to the stele... I was retracted in reverse to get it.

"Oh no, I'm sorry..."

In retrospect, Stale, unexpectedly retracting his hand, rushed to help me again.

I always stretched out to help when the steps were in danger, but... if you think about it, it might have been unnatural to hide your identity. Now Stale is not my assistant or my brother, he's just a relative of the common people.

Even so, I was sweet because I thought you could help me.

"No, I'm sorry. It's okay, I can get up on my own

"No! It's dangerous to slip in the water." Please take my hand or Jack's. "

That's what you're going to do, and you're going to grab my hand and try to let go.

As sweet as it is, my chest is warmed by the gentleness of the steil that gives me a hand even if I can't get it out. Now it's time to take Sail's hand and climb while paying attention to the damp feet with the shoes of many students already.

Going up to the second and third floors, there were familiar students and corridors. While exchanging good morning greetings, we first head to the classroom. I want to peek at the other classes as soon as I put my luggage.... or.

Oops, Jeanne.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

It was Nate.

He was already waiting for a backpack that was within his capacity to be placed in my usual sitting position, with his cheeks stuck to his desk.

I walked up to him with a small wave of my fox-colored eyes facing me with a half-crushed face for each blonde.

"Good morning, Nate. What's going on today?"

"You can't come if you don't have a reason."...... but...... "

Nate snapped his lips and searched out the backpack with only his rattles.

Arthur, who had no more space for his backpack, sat down on the staircase instead of me, and I was wondering if I could reveal my invention here again.

When I think of all the brilliant inventions I've made, I'm half worried about half the expectations. Is it good to let it out in public now?

Before Nate sat down, he suddenly noticed that his hair was wet. Seeing that Luc was clean and safe, he probably prioritized his luggage over himself. What a man he is.

As Arthur and Steil, who had left their bags, surrounded Nate with interest, he finally pulled out of Luc to find what he was looking for.

With the wrinkles in my eyebrows, I took out "this" and... I understood a lot.

"I have no idea." Jeanne's older than me. You know what I mean? Just let me know if it's compulsory. "

A few laptops and books grabbed the eagle with the little hand of a glove. I wonder if the thick book belongs to the house. Compared to the one from my school, it is old from the cover.

When I got the book "Dad gave it to me", it was a familiar subject. It is indeed a book that has been the subject of reading problems in the first year of middle school.

Each of the notes confirmed by Steel in pieces is written by hand on the front cover of the course. And when I opened it, it was almost completely white except for the bullets.

"Every day I go to class... how do the others know it's not stupid..."

Of course. Others take classes seriously while you're at it.

To Arthur's righteousness, I felt a bit sorry for Nate, but I laughed.

I'm really serious about going to class. When I think about it, I want to help.

When I asked both of them for their opinions with my gaze, Arthur's bitter smile shrugged Steyl's shoulders. I'm going to let their manifestation of intent to suit me spoil it here.

"It's going to rain today and the students will be late for school, so are you both okay...?"

Miiiiiii

I really wanted to go somewhere else.

However, even if you go in the morning today, it is likely that the students will come to school later than usual. If you check it anyway, the students will be better on a sunny day.

Even though I couldn't bother leaving Nate motivated to study, I got stuck with Nate's stretched voice.

Yes, yes, and we take our seats while returning our words with a serious laugh. I put Nate's luggage on Arthur's desk and put Nate's laptop and book in my seat to study.

You don't know where it is? and answers the question, "All of it! I first reopened his notebook to answer him vigorously." We will teach from the basics using bullet points with miscellaneous descriptions of the contents of the class of the day.

"Nate, I'm telling you, today is special. Basically, before the deadline, we and Jeanne have business. Please take a lunch break after the next time."

"After a while, there were white people, and the lunch break was big." I definitely don't like the big one. "

Brothers Farnham and Powell.

If this continues, I will come to the classroom with a really flat face next week, and my face will unexpectedly become bitter as my anxiety passes.

I don't think I'm good at meeting the Farnham brothers, but it was pretty hard on Powell. He himself had previously told me that he was not angry with Nate anymore and that he wanted to be friendly, but Nate himself was still dragging himself down once he got angry.

"It's not like that," Nate laughed at me, but Nate stared at me in suspicion in silence.

Now Nate is eager to study, and Powell understands that, but it seems that they are different from each other, so it's a waste. That's why I feel that the relationship between friends is different, and now I will explain the content of each lesson to Nate.

I think in the corner of my head that one day I'll have a chance to make Powell understand that he's not bad anymore.

"...... Besides, Jeanne would be better off if I were in front of her."

Huh?

Nate muttered to himself, stopping the pen and listening back.

As Arthur and Steyl raised their brows, Nate continued with his octopus lips on a stick.

"The great-looking aristocrat I was in the past... I can fight if I come out again, and I absolutely hate him if I'm around, and I can get away with it..."

While saying so in a teasing voice, he looked at the umbrella that jumped out of the backpack.

Apparently, if Ray shows up, he's going to run away with an umbrella. That's why I was angry when I found out that it was using the same special ability as shoes, but... now I'm more happy with Nate.

I'm sure that if I were here, he would have tried to help me by using the word "ray". When only the eyes were paired with those of Steyl and Arthur, they both laughed indiscreetly, as if they had figured it out.

"Thank you, Nate. I'm so relieved."

Maybe you didn't just study there, but you also took care of it.

I stroked my goggled head in gratitude for his kindness. When I stroked my head so that it became slightly soft because of the rain, there were droplets between my fingers.

You sold Ray a fight, and you protected me, so I think Root is a nice girl.

Fufu, if I stroke it with a laugh and make an unintentional noise, I could only turn my face away once, but I couldn't get my hands off it.

On the contrary, while he was sitting on his head, he said, "Oh dear, I can't afford a guy like that, and I'm not scared of him." He raised his voice halfway upside down. At the same time as I turned my tongue around, it shone out and turned bright red to my ears. It seemed to be cute. Steyl and Arthur were smiling.

Nate made a clenching fist with each pen and stretched his chest out in front of him, but he decided to say that there was no more problem with the ray against the nobleman.

"But thanks to you, Nate, it's all right now." Actually, Captain Column told me. "

First, he gave the name of the knight closest to him, Captain Column, and his shoulders bounced with clarity.

Even if Nate continues to worry about you, you should tell him there's no more anxiety.

Ray's not here anymore.

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Everyone around him opens his mouth and looks back. He leaks his words, and mostly looks at him swallowing.

Having got his feet wet from the rain, he continued to climb the stairs without hesitation and stopped. I walked out to where I had already been told, holding my umbrella and luggage.

The further he progressed, the more everyone pulled to the edge of the road, and he continued majestically through the middle. And... finally, I put my hand on one door.

Here we are.

Everyone gasped for breath and looked back at him as he opened the door that had once been closed.

A head that stands out and a face that stands out from the crowd. Everyone doubts that he is too different from them at first sight.

However, Zukazuka and the young man who came in with my face naturally sat down there as he chose the vacant seat behind him. Everyone around him was rigidly staring at him without words, and he was the only one who moved slowly and stood on the edge of the umbrella. I took the book out of the bag on the desk and opened it.

He whispered to his friend in front of him, as a girl checked in a watering classroom.

"Cefek.... that person is an aristocrat, no matter what...?"

Secondary school triennial Ray Karen.

The noble young man, who arrived on foot and umbrella without a carriage, began to read in the classroom as before.