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

"Cedric... Brother Wang...?

When I was brought to work.

Cloy accidentally repeated the words unleashed on Pride.

I doubted the name of someone I could never imagine from a girl who was supposed to be the same common man as me. But Pride remained smiling even as he confirmed his remarks. I don't even think I'm joking.

Croy bites into his slippery mouth and honestly expresses his suspicions. I also seriously wonder if she's running paranoid or mouthy again making crazy remarks following yesterday.

"O brother of the king of the kingdom of Hanazoo. Don't you know that Pradest is only enrolled in the experience for a month now?"

Cloy frowns at Pride's words.

Naturally he knows about it, too. He is now a talked about being in school after yesterday.

As we talked about in the Pride class, it was also rumored in the Croy class. He said that royalty as well as aristocrats and advanced human beings attend special classes at this school. Moreover, the recently published Chief Supervisor of the International Postal Organisation. He is the royal family of the authentic kingdom of Friesia, which has already laid down its roots in the Kingdom of Friesia for the start of the international postal service and moved to the residence of the king of the castle. The thoroughness of having at least one Knight of the Kingdom of Friesia on the escort was extra telling the story of him being considered an important figure in the Kingdom of Friesia.

"The job description comes with him. It's royal. I'm sure you can pay for it."

To Pride's words Cloy looked around with his eyes alone.

Be wary that Cedric's name, which is the focus of attention throughout the school, will not be heard. But where the rumor was already his name, no one even thinks it's rare. It sinks into a wave of conversation between other students. Confirming that, he exhaled for one minute before Cloy suppressed his voice and stared at his pride.

".............................. what do you mean. Are you going to fool me? Or are you making fun of me? You don't know the royal family."

"It's true. I've been helping my parents get lost in the mountains before and I've been doing so much better."

Cloy's eyebrows slightly raised and lowered when he and Cedric twitched exactly what he had been meeting in advance.

I listen to my suppressed voice as I still value Pride's statement as to whether the truth is a lie or a delusion. I had also forgotten my vigilance against Style and Arthur, who were unleashing intimidation behind her. Now the money-making story involving the royalty in front of us was a priority over that. Because they need money.

Tilt each upper body forward, frowning but silently urging her to continue. "I'm going to ask you," Pride said, putting his mouth close to his ear with deep relief.

"Brother Cedric Wang is actually looking for a common man's" friend "on campus. He wants to know more about the lives of the common people in the Kingdom of Friesia."

She talks, including daring to put it badly, that you're like a squire only in a well-worlded school.

His brother Wang, who had laid down his roots in the kingdom of Friesia and wanted to know more about the country, asked himself to enroll in the school for the experience as well. A courteous escort was followed by the royal family of the kingdom of Friesia, but the knight alone cannot even take care of him. Furthermore, he wants himself to be involved with the common people of what was put in the special classroom. For that reason, he asked Jeanne, whom he had previously known, to introduce his squire.

Speaking one by one of those explanations along the stream, Pride concluded by saying, "It would have been good for me, but if a woman had been attached to a prince all along, it would have been a rumor, wouldn't it?" I concluded. Cloy glanced at the style behind her and Arthur with her eyes, but as soon as she did, she returned with a cool smile, "Because Grandpa tells us we're attached to cousin Jeanne". Arthur narrowed his lips silently to a cooler grin he was used to than Jeanne.

Cloy also glanced with his sharp and pointy eyes at the look, but the next word released from Pride was, "How's that? It's an easy job, isn't it?" It was just one word.

Suspicious, incredible, I just think I'm trying to fall for myself.

I thought so many times, Cloy, but I couldn't even say no more than I was gripped by my weakness.

……

"I'm sorry."

"... no"

A little used to Cedric's royalty-specific hegemony, Cloy replied so in a vanishing voice.

"No problem," he said, moving Cedric, who sits next to him, one vessel at a time in front of the other so as not to make any noise. Within the two exact same lunch plates, Kroy handed Cedric the mouthful one by one first. Contrary to Croy, conscious not to frown upon his royal opponent, Cedric glanced at the dish in front of him with a new spoon as he sparkled his eyes.

"I don't think we need a poisonous role in the Freesian kingdom, but it's still the rule. I'm sorry to feed the knights on duty."

"... I think you're right"

As far as I can, I choose one word at a time to speak with the right respect I know and return it.

Croy's first job as Cedric's friend and accompanying actor was today's lunch choice and poison taster. Next to myself, Cedric, who eats meals after a common man eats them, even though it's just a flat bite, praises the omelet rice in the dining room in front of him as "um, it tastes good". When Cedric eats what other students are supposed to be eating, but every move is the ideal form of manners, he illusions it as if it were a fine dish. Since Cedric had already chosen, the rate of omelet rice throughout the dining room had risen rapidly in an attempt to eat the same dish.

Besides, if you say what you're afraid of, it's Cedric's reaction to your surroundings. When each one fits, each time he waves to a normal classroom student and calls his name, "Oh, Hugo," or "Betty, you look great in your hair today," obviously. From Croy's point of view, I'm not surprised how you know someone when it's only the second day. Even the callers had their hearts turned upside down.

I've also heard rumors about poisonous tasters, but I never actually thought I'd be.

A poisonous taster to ensure that the dishes royalty eats are truly safe. But I was wondering if there was some guy in the cafeteria on campus who went out of his way to target the prince's life, and there was no fear or resistance at all about it. In fact, it is just a delicious dish without poison.

Rather, it was only a bite, but I even think it would be useful for a decent dish to eat for the first time in months. Only at that moment did Kroy forget his gaze in the dining room because of the flavors and aromas much more intense than the thin vegetable soup and dried meat we always eat.

The only lunch I still had in my bag today was dry bread and water, but I also think it made me feel delicious unexpectedly. With a delicious aftertaste touching that spread across my mouth, I felt somewhat calmer than at first. I glanced sideways at Cedric eating well-behaved, and I glanced at another plate that had not yet been mouthed with a glimmer of eyes. If it's poisonous, I think the second plate needs a poisonous taste, but I can't tell you from myself.

I desperately endure the fragrant scent from all over the dining room that Cedric should wait for judgment after he finishes his first plate. If I take a mouthful, on the contrary, I get hungry. When I was more concerned about the smell of food that stimulates hunger than people's gaze "? What's up," Cedric accidentally threw from the side.

Shit, I thought, and I tried to apologize for slamming the prince to the side, but the words Cedric said earlier were more shocking than that.

"You should eat it while it's not cold. That's the dish you recommended me, isn't it?

"Huh..."

Unexpectedly, the voice leaks to the prince opponent.

It was Kroy who brought the dishes served in place of Cedric to the two-plate table, but I thought both plates were for Cedric. I didn't even question that a plate would be very inadequate because royalty eats a treat every day. Naturally, Cedric has paid for it, too. I wonder if that's my share.

Lunch choices also remain as Cedric asks, "Do you have any recommendations?" "What dish do you think tastes best? Asked," I chose from a handful of dishes that I had eaten, and I answered in particular what I liked. I never thought I could eat, etc. Besides, this time it's just a plate of mouth.

Cedric says no to "you don't have to worry about table manners" before asking if you can eat this. As a further encouragement, Alan, the knight of the escort, handed Croy a spoon and a fork. Croy's eyes circle to the knight who advises him to eat with a pleasant, willing smile on his face. Speaking of knights, everyone imagined all the frown wrinkles on their harsh expressions, but I think some people like this.

And when I finally laid up a spoon to gaze at him, I was too anxious again.

"Um, what's the price"

"I don't need it. Necessary expenses.

It's gonna get cold. And I repeat, Cedric, Cloy's throat rang before I accidentally ate it.

I wonder if necessary expenses really have not fooled me when I wonder if this is different from remuneration. Still, Croy, who had been advised by both the prince and the knight to eat, finally glanced and cheeked. The exact same delicacy spread to my mouth earlier and I accidentally swallowed it with little bite. Shit, I thought I forgot to taste it, but the feeling of happiness ripples when I think it's still good to eat the plate in front of me. I accidentally chewed through my mouth with momentum that I was about to cry too much about the deliciousness.

Eat, taste and realize in silence that Jeanne, Cedric, and even the countless gazes of the dining room were no longer bothering me.