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

"So, su, ka, la! I'm saying it for you, too."

Pre-primary.

I was to preach to my Val opponent in the crossing as soon as possible.

I was the one who tried to lurk my voice so that it wouldn't at least stand out, but it still makes me absurd. If I hadn't even worried about the students seeing me, I would have trampled on the estate and yelled.

As ordered by my sermon, Val came as far as the crossing, looking troublesome. "Uh?" and leaking only the proper voice. I scratch my head boldly and I'm definitely not reflecting on how boring it seems to stretch.

Although Val, whose stature was the only subtle change that the Stayles allowed me to infiltrate as one of my escorts, his height remained almost unchanged and he stood before me in his senior year appearance. Instead of me, who became fourteen thanks to you, I am looked down like I used to even Arthur, who was finally close in height.

After the transfer of Sefek and Chemetho, Chancellor Jilbert rejuvenated his age with the instant movement of the style, Val was already angry before receiving special abilities, apparently.... Well, naturally. Because from today, Val was basically going to have me spend the rest of my undercover tour looking like eighteen.

Val originally wanted to hide his face, often wearing a hood, mouthcloth or lying down during delivery. Furthermore, since my work as a courier is all about deliveries with royalty outside the country, my face and identity are hardly known in the upper echelons of my country. It was Chancellor Gilbert's and Steele's proposal that if he didn't even change height, there would be no one to stop him even if he was a little younger.

Of course, if I had to, I would go back to the way I was when I had to, but unlike us hiding who I was, if I disappeared or showed up after school every time, I'd be suspicious of boulders. He also had a plan to join us as a relative of Captain Alan, but now he'll be face-to-face with Cefek and Chemetho, and they'll know who we are. We know they're the ones who infiltrated us, but we want to hide from them, as much as possible, the revelations of four years ago and the identity of Chancellor Gilbert.

We were both happy at first that Val was going to school too, but Val himself had stabbed the nail hard not to get involved from near the school grounds. He only told me to pretend to be someone else.

As for Val, he wants to avoid sticking around from the two of us in school as much as possible. I'm not even sure that's why he's "blah blah" as he says, or until it's something else. They just seemed happy that Val was still on campus. I guess that's the only comforting thing to have someone nearby who can be relieved.... Something like an experience class with parents though.

If you're not royal, you don't fear someone you know. Val doesn't even dress like it, especially when it comes to this. However, concealing his face with a hood all the way to school makes him stand out in boulders, so when he was on campus, he let him ban the hood. My usual jacket is packed in the bags that I still carry. All you have to do is wrap your stretched back hair around clutter to mislead your hindsight. Honestly, it's too cluttered as Imechen as opposed to disguise. The clothes that Chancellor Gilbert had made available to us seemed much more impressive to our eyes.

He was much older, Val, so when I see him again this year younger than my real age, I feel somewhat "younger" rudely from the look on my face.... Though I've been young enough to do what I've been doing since the first day.

I also gave permission and stuff about infiltration from me, and I declined to do the opening ceremony process here, and I said I didn't have to take it seriously when it came to class.

But I didn't expect to be in a restricted area from the first day of school. I was prepared to go to sleep during class, get out of class, or as much as ignore teachers' attention, and that's about it, I'm not afraid to stand out. But what he did this time was a rooftop intrusion that should not have been freed, rather than simply escaped.

Probably got up off the wall with special abilities. It would have been peaceful if you'd at least put it on a tree or something!

I don't want to bother a teacher who doesn't know anything more than he needs to, and most importantly, I just didn't want to make Val stand out evil exposing his face at this convenience. Because he...

"What would you do if a bully caught your eye? You can't fight back."

Lurk, absurd, yell.

I had no idea I was going to make this statement to Val, a much more adult than I am.

He cannot strike back at others with violence in the covenant of servitude. But if you do something that stands out or buys objection like this, it's common in schools to be targeted.

They are new to the very concept of school, but from me it is no exaggeration to call it an unavoidable man-made disaster anymore. It would be troublesome if Val could put his eyes on someone like that that would make him stand out with even brown skin. Besides, it seems that the lower class residents have a lot of rough people!

After coming so far to my sermon, Val finally responded with a tongue-in-cheek. The face that deviates from me seems uncomfortably distorted, and I wonder if he still remembers something like that. Then I want you to avoid acting extraordinarily prominent.

I know very well that blood is spinning around my face without having to look in the mirror because I'm too angry. Already! I'm already angry and angry, but I don't even know what to do anymore if I think this state of preaching to a middle-class girl would also make the evil stand out if other students saw me.

Slightly, I regret getting this far involved and saying, "I knew I should have stopped letting you infiltrate him". I thought Val would be comfortable and dependable with me, but if I thought he was going to be the target of a bully, I wouldn't be comfortable just thinking about it. At least it makes me think it was an English break that he decided to pretend to be someone else to Chemetho and Sefek. If Val's evil prominence spreads, he floats in his class until they concerned. Val's a temporary admission to hanging out with me, but Sefek and Chemetho go all the way ahead.

Frequently angry I consciously repeated my deep breath to release the heat. He releases words in low tones as the style mops his back so that he can calm down how.

"Because it's self-inflicted that far already. You don't have to rub Jeanne so hard. Now even if Val gets hurt, he deserves it."

Val laughed with her nose "ha" at Style's relentless words.

As Arthur was stunned by that attitude, he said, "Temee, can I get bogged down under..." but Val flushed it with a "I don't know" word. I guess I'm not thinking about being harmed at all because I'm already talking about this guy......

"... you have no choice"

I can't help it this time.

I don't want to go to school because I don't want to be. I was also the first to approve of bad behavior to him that he didn't have to listen to the teacher or sleep. Then I'll take responsibility for this already.

Val drops his shoulder as he leaks his sigh at me? and roared. After Style calls me, I look up. Val, and I called him, and I looked straight up at that vicious face as Lord.

"One. You must not enter locked rooms or areas unless it is also an emergency, it is a teacher nuisance. Special abilities are forbidden on campus except for emergencies or to protect yourself or others."

Keh, and Val throws up in my words.

If I, the Lord of the covenant, clearly command him, he will have to obey it. Especially since the ban on special abilities seemed quite painful in person, he was angry with frustration and stripping his teeth out.

He was clearly a chunk of dissatisfaction, not complaining, but putting his arms together and shaking poor with one leg. But if we don't do this, he'll easily climb onto the roof and the restricted area again and break in. That is the major problem at the level that is called to the Office of the President of the Council. He himself should want to avoid catching attention.... or did you think it was okay for people to know about special abilities because they were tentative?

"... instead"

Dive your voice further.

I raised my toes to ear and invited him, and he raised a single eyebrow and rounded his back.

And when Val looked at the words in his ear, he turned his eyes round. Plus go on, nigga, and a bad grin pulls up. I close my eyes and shake my head, although Style and Arthur will go in and stop what the hell he's reacting as expected already. I really, really can't help it all this time. That's what I can say because I know the horror of what I call school in my previous life. It would be tough if there was an event on campus where you could wait for Aniki in the backyard like a bad comic book battle.

"And in the unlikely event that (...) of (...), whether inside or outside the school, is to be relative to a back-run person, I will allow you to do so twice as much to hide your special abilities."

"Good feathering for a long time, isn't it, Lord?

"It is forbidden to call that on campus. As I explained before, we are Jeanne, Philip and Jack. You've already made concessions, so make concessions too."

That's good, right? and stares at him with a daring lowered voice. He's in a good mood as he stands up close and looks down at my face from above with only his eyes. "Whatever you say," he said back, and there he glanced. I noticed a high school student arrive in the crossing that no one had passed until just now and took a step away from me.

It hasn't been long since school opened, and although this crossing that connects the middle and higher sectors was unpopular, there are still no zero students to go through. Going back from the middle wing to the high section means going back to see my brothers as well. That's just what we talked about, and I can speak out for you to go back to class before it seems odd and from Stayle and Arthur.

I nod too and instruct Val to return to the classroom with only his eyes. As the average student slipped beside us, Val shook his hand at us with a bad grin on top of this.

"Bye. Teme and the others don't float at best, do they? Jeanne, Philip, Jack."

Val, daring to call him by name to tease him, turned his back from us, laughing as he did with Kerakera.

We relinquished the bags, and after dropping him off in the opposite mood as we came here, we sighed.

".................. f (...) i (...) li (...) p (...)...?"

Called, stopped.

Earlier, he crossed us to move from the middle to the higher, to the student.

To that student who had stopped walking ever since Val called us.

Val left and still didn't move from the spot to the student.

We twisted our bodies trying to get back to the middle section and stopped moving. If you look at it, we were only looking straight at the students with their eyes still solidified on the spot... no, they were pointing at the style.

If both me and Arthur turned their eyes to follow that gaze, there was a style there with eyes wide open.

"... Powell...?

To the words, my heart bounced so high.