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

Good morning. And I was called out.

If you dive through the middle lift, the boys were the first to call me yesterday.

If you wonder because a few of them showed up all wrapped up, they were originally friends of the neighborhood. Good morning, climbing the stairs to the classroom with a voice saying hi again today. There were other girls in the same class so I tried to talk to them... and I couldn't.

Even though the samurai and the people under the castle can do it, I get weirdly nervous wearing it with my previous life when I think it's a class child. Something I never did except necessarily talk to someone other than a good friend, naturally, in the student life of a previous life that I've lived plain.

The girls left with Stasta while her face was tense with a smile on her face and her breath stopped. There were a few kids who looked back by chance, but it wasn't me who got into their sight, it was my aesthetic classmate Style and Arthur.... Yeah, naturally in front of the two of us. I can't help it anymore that my presence is sumptuous.

At least I was jealous and hated at their relative position and surrounded by "You're a little too familiar, aren't you?" It's much better now to handle the air than the route they say.

He didn't even want to talk to Steele and Arthur from himself except for the kid he knew, and he went straight to class with a group of boys yesterday.

Style was "because you don't need to spread more affection than you need, even though you're not in the social world," and Arthur was like, "I won't be here in a month, and weirdly enough, I'm under the impression that..." We're both rusty.

Yesterday, as a result of Stayle's involvement with Chancellor Gilbert and his direct trial of his mother, the Knights were also to be informed as an ex post facto report that I had visited him as a top secret inspection of the princess once I had remembered the details of my safe forecast by a month later.

Even so, only the fact that the Kingsguard knights were secrecy escorting them for a top-secret inspection. Now we're safe, and the innocence of Captain Alan and his men is clear. Style was laughing satisfactorily with permission.... Though I was not very upset when I was pleased with Chancellor Jilbert's full grin that "No, I didn't expect Master Steele to move this far for knights other than Lord Arthur".

But I'm also honest, I was glad that Stayle cared so much for the Kingsguard knights. It's about Stayle, and it would be a blackout for half of you to be angry with Chancellor Gilbert.

Thus, the three of us in the Saba-Saba group reach the classroom once. I also greeted the kids I knew when I entered the classroom, but I still don't have any other kids. At a time like this, if it was Tiara with the strongest communal power, she would have smiled and told the kids in her class, "Good morning" without being afraid to separate them.

"Morning, Jeanne. Good morning, Jack. Good morning, Bernards. Good morning, Bill. Morning, Poisson. Good morning, Bob."

... Amlet.

The boulder protagonist greeted us at the same time as attending school.

Morning, and looking back with a reflective greeting, a refreshing smile like a sneer and spring breeze was returned. I'm already dazzled by my existence. Walnut-colored short hair and pearl-colored eyes just glistened across his eyes.

Style only replied raw, and it was only a step back. At the same time, I casually step forward so Arthur can hide the style from Amlet. I haven't been informed yet, but did I tell Arthur about Amlet or something? I miss the alienation a little.

Then he put words on me and the style behind me so Arthur could deviate.

"We still have time, and do you want to peek and see in some class?

To find. I don't have to tell you. I get what Arthur's trying to say to me. We nod at the same time.

I originally planned to search the entire school for a forecast investigation. I need to check with a nearby class for that. Now that we don't have a student roster yet, we just have to look for it on our feet.

Yesterday, I tried to tell Chancellor Jilbert about the situation and show him the student roster of the Kroys, but it hadn't reached the castle yet. I should have received it from the school by the time I checked my absence yesterday. Prime Minister Gilbert sent out a messenger to encourage him to submit it again, so it should be available soon.... and given the reasons why such a mistake has occurred since the first day, I also have a slightly unpleasant feeling. I could remember him with my Farnham sister and brother. That could be about flattering if it was him. And I want it to be just an inadvertent mistake due to the first day running on the school side from what I can do.

... Well, either way, I'm not sure I can recall a character other than the third one from what I saw in the name.

We put our bags in the same desk as yesterday and we head down the hall again.

Although the seats are not free or fixed, most of the kids who have attended school sit in the same seats as yesterday. For them who are motivated to class, the rear corner seats are fortunately unpopular. It's impossible in a previous life school.

Style misled me well, although he'd asked me where the boys group I went into the classroom with were going. Invite both of you from me to go, and we'll go out in the hallway.

Just in case, I looked out the window, but this time no one was up on the roof. As ordered, I'm relieved just in my chest that I'm not up on the locked rooftop anymore. I specified a lot of things yesterday, and I hope you haven't bothered your teachers properly and peacefully.

Confirm from the five groups, the class on the back, far from the stairs. I don't have a decision that I shouldn't be in another class or anything, and I let my students stray in through the classroom door. Although there is still time to spare, there are students buried in this classroom because it is the second day.

I knew the style and Arthur would stand out, I looked around the classroom pretty daring to pretend I hadn't noticed, although I had looked back on both men and women quite a bit. And...

"! Jeanne, over there"

First, Arthur found it.

At the same time as the words, I can see the back of my gray hair, which I recognize slightly ahead of me, indicated with my fingers. From the door of the classroom where we came in, it's the back seat, the front row window. If it's me from here, I have to claw ahead. Even though I can't see in the student's shadow, the boulder is tall, Arthur.

We're done checking on him. We'll look at each other and walk over quickly. I've already found my class, so my primary goal has been achieved, but I have time before the pre-bell rings and I'll stay in contact.

He in the corner, he didn't even have a bare temper to talk to anyone. I followed my cheek wand and looked out the window, and I didn't even notice if it was blurry or if this one was approaching. A few strokes of his gray hair stroked as the wind slipped through a window that opened to about a small gap.

Only my forehead, stopped by two adorable hairpins, remains stopped without stirring. I think you look like a doll when you try this.

Young leafy eyes look like gems, which makes me look extra like that because my cut gray hair and neutral face are younger than the game. I would be a literary boy like the one painted in the picture if I had read the book as well.

At school, textbooks are on a lending basis for each class, so he doesn't have a single book on hand right now. Still, I felt the air he wrapped up in was closed just like a different world there. It's like the deep sea.

"... cloy"

Hang words to release foam to the bottom of the water.

Poughty and frightened he did not react immediately. He's already right next to me like this, but he doesn't really realize it, not ignore it.

I thought I'd touch his shoulder, but I'll call him again before then. Cloy, and now at close range, speaking in a loud voice, he looked back, trying to change only the angle of his face with his cheek cane poked. Temperatureless eyes capture us.

………………

His half-opened eyes were like sleeping.

Whether I was sleepless or tired, my glance at me with my cheek cane poked was close to emotionless.

It's not so much an unreadable expression as an old style, it's an empty expression that I really don't think anything about. I clapped it out just a little because I thought I'd be stripped of my fangs,...... my chest crammed into an atmosphere similar to that of the game.

"Morning, Cloy. Do you remember yesterday after school?

Take a sip in his mouth once and look at him consciously and calmly.

If my predictions weren't wrong, perhaps, I'd call to my memory and it would open up as if Croy's eyes would awaken within a glance like he'd fallen asleep until just now.

"... you are"

Your shoulders rise to be nervous and your strong, open eyes point at each face with them fixed.

The grey-haired, still unusual looking boy turned to us physically at the end. He checked me, Arthur, and Steel sequentially without even blinking. Frowning hard and finally staring at me standing in front of you again.

"What can I do for you?

"You don't have to be alarmed. I just wanted to talk to you today."

"I'm not talking about it. Can you keep this crazy guy away from me or my sister?

"You're the ones who are going crazy, aren't you?

Gatan, and.

Return the provocation to his words stabbing thorns, and he rose out of his seat plainly.

Fill your whole body with discomfort and hostility and don't take your eyes off me. White teeth cringed like snow from her eating tied mouth.

What...? and hostility gushes like hot air. Style and Arthur stood up to protect me to fit.

... Sounds like a really good villain. I'm sorry that I have no choice but to feel like I'm in an underground surrounding position until the next Regent and the Holy Knight. Even though Style and Arthur are really on the hero's side. Even this time, I really wanted to apologize for yesterday's rudeness first....... but.

─ This is good only now.

"... you didn't introduce yourself. I'm Jeanne, a sophomore in middle school just like you."

Pushed by the hegemony of Arthur and Style, or hardening myself to him, I dare laugh with a soothing voice.

He made his expression look harsh and looked at me creepy. You look more alert to Style and Arthur than I do with your mouth shut tight. Naturally, two men are determined to be stronger enemies than I am a woman. Two to one even if you pull me out. Besides, Arthur has stopped me from shaking up my arm yesterday.

Cloy, staring at Arthur with only his eyes as if he had said something, still said nothing, and there was no bare gesture in trying to shake it up to me with the fist he was holding down.

"I brought you a good story today.... If it's a corner, don't you think it would be nice if you could make money while living in school?

Tickle, and his shoulders jump.

The visible reaction seemed somewhere more frightened than alarmed. The back of my open eyes trembles and my young leafy eyes round me. Rub the back of your neck and tie your lips together.

You want to cut it off in a nutshell, but you also think you can't miss hearing it if it's more true than that. Because making money is very important to them.

I stroke him with a lowered voice, honking his throat and revealing his grittle. Still they haven't made money like a game. Totally zero money on campus. Then that's where the gap goes in.

It would be nice if I changed the future they were supposed to follow and the backdrop they should spin into a different form. Doing so is the only way to stop them from hiding who they are. Then go ahead.

─ I'll be their villain.

"Interested, not?

If it's to save them, I don't mind being resented.