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

"I'm really sorry to keep you waiting today, Powell. You promised Philip."

The prides who took off the staff room went out into the courtyard as well as yesterday.

I was late to the full dining room to see how Croy was, so I gave up and decided to go find a place with Powell.

Since there are few students left in the classroom during the lunch break, after choosing a place where students often go to and from in an attempt to allow one or more students to confirm their pride, they continued to reach the front of the school gate through the courtyard yesterday.

After sitting on the lawn and finishing the snacks he had brought, Pryde, finally calmed down, bowed his head to Powell again. I felt strongly sorry for Powell, who was supposed to continue to wait in the hallway with the style waiting for him, even though he had originally promised to eat with the style rather than with ourselves.

"No, I'm fine. If the teacher called you, you have no choice. And I wanted to talk to Jeanne and Jack more."

Powell, who also traded the bread and sandwich for the style today, shows pride laughing with only one hand up.

That, in casual motion, Pride accidentally increased the sound of his heart only once. When I can't help but be happy that Powell said that to me, part of the third work I admire, I bite my mouth vigorously.

In fact, Powell wasn't dissatisfied at all.

The place is far from calming down, but I was able to talk to Steele and Arthur carefully in front of the staff room. What the three of us were talking about as we leaned against the wall was mainly how Style was at the home of a human trafficking organization six years ago.

"Philip himself escaped damaged. The other victims tried to help, and it was believed that the story of Style, who was creating such a situation as meeting Powell by accident there, was sooo much.

"I want you to keep it a secret because my special abilities get noisy when they're known," Powell nodded without hesitation.

However, after that, even Arthur and I had a situation like a compliment match for the style, which made it uncomfortable in many ways as a style.

"Speaking of which, what do you say, Powell? Are you familiar with your class?

While he looks younger than Powell, neither Pride nor Arthur accidentally laugh at the look of Style, who worries and asks as if he were his brother.

When I got out in front of Powell, I was smiling at Style as if he were in front of Tiara. I think the two of you must have been so happy to see each other again.

Powell grinned softly as he turned his face to not care at all about the upbeat way he said it from the style either.

"It's only the second day, and we haven't talked that much, but a lot of good guys"

Easy, Powell's expression stretched out his legs to relax was bright.

The space was utterly easygoing, even though I had not yet made a particularly new and close friend, but had no one to turn a cold eye on me.

"Speaking of which, yesterday..."

Two, as I recall, Stayle asked about the presence of Sister Farnham.

"Ah," Powell raised his jaw and leaked his voice when he told him that there was a gray-haired woman who was about to fall on the stairs, a woman named Farnham while detailing her appearance.

"Then maybe he's in the same class as me. I almost looked out the window and ate alone during lunch break without leaving the classroom."

The prides are convinced that it's definitely him.

If I remember when we went to see Kroy a short time ago, I'd think we'd have all our sisters and brothers.

From Stayle, Powell came up with the name "Then I'll be careful from me," before he asked if he was weak. Is that good? and Powell showed his teeth and laughed if Style asked too early for a contract.

"It wouldn't be good if I got hurt. I'll watch as much as I can except for the girls' choice class. Women and children should be protected... and the High Department is a little noisy."

noise? and the Arthurs hear back in unison to the sudden disturbing words.

Powell nods like it's no big deal, but insecurity early in the school is also a lewd matter. I want you to tell me, and when Style asked me to forward, Powell said, "I don't know the details," and told me the rumors that had already spread to his class.

"When I say three years of higher education is a student, we're all adults, right?

And graduation is only a year later. From now on, both academics and technology are polished for a limited period of time.

For this reason, there are more students in the intermediate class who are stable in life than those in the lower classes. Their aim is to further improve their work skills and good offices for better jobs, their interest in the existence of a school system, and most often

"I hear a lot of guys are looking for someone to marry."

Especially a man.

Pride is struck by what Powell said when he said so, like he was hit in the head with a gunshot. It was true where the big lie I had just told my teacher was unexpected.

Unless they are born aristocrats or good houses, ordinary people are not prepared for fiancées or anything else. If there were to be a group of people of the same age in it, there was no way that men and women of the same age who had difficulty meeting would not have missed this opportunity.

Well, I know that, but Powell lowered his voice from here on out, spinning.

"So every time it's a break between them, there are quite a few people in the High Department who come to value all grades. I guess those guys have a normal appearance, but they have bad attitude and perseverance."

Moreover, he has been targeted not only for three years as an adult, but also as a sixteen-year-old.

In fact, several three-year boys students had already come to Powell's class for a peek, as well as a guy who would give a little bit of a pussy to girls. Some girls are happy with that, but the majority are having trouble coping. Naturally, that's not the purpose, because some students go to school to study and work.

As Pride listens to the story, he recalls that, speaking of which, there was also a consultation with a woman in the staff room.

Instead, the Higher Department says that lower level students are more likely to be in the backyard business because of their appearance, but they are more important. That's what Powell said. He was already used to seeing the back and the surface.

"Well, there's still someone who's done something weird, and I'm not listening, to the extent that I'm hiding from my teachers to do it. Either way, it's better than the lower tier."

"That's tough...?

Black signs loosely surround the style, returning only the words.

If Powell hadn't been here, it would have been a project that would have wanted to travel to Jill Vail right now. Arthur, who noticed, turns his arm and slaps the back of the style in a hurry. Later! And if I tapped it with meaning, the style that stuffed my breath for a moment gave no more black hegemony.

Hold down the black edge of the glasses and regain your mind. Nor was the pride of listening calm with a gentle hammer at Powell. I never got angry like Style, but I still think those guys are in any world.

I almost thought it was unique to the world of maiden games, but on second thought, problems like that were everywhere in my previous life. And because I already understand that the pressure from above and the teacher's running will not improve quickly and the measures will take a long time, I get an extra headache.

"Well, but there's some kind of quick internal war going on, and I don't think it's gonna last long."

"What do you mean?"

Style frowns unexpectedly at Powell, who tells him to take it easy.

I wonder if it has gotten that much worse in just two days, and I think other students will be asked to respond before the damage happens, but when I see Powell's plain standing, the urgency fades.

resistance, Arthur was also the previous rare reflex to the word. I have hit domestic conflicts, protests, etc. in the Knight's assignment, but I also think that if the school is also intensifying, I should put my back on it. I can control even a few beatings by myself.

Where struggle arose to Arthur, Powell looked back at him with his rounded eyes. As Pride laughed at Powell, he hurried and pulled Arthur's sleeve small, which seemed to look like "not Jack," Captain Knight of the Eighth Squad. Arthur, with his sleeve gripped by pride and his shoulders raised and lowered all the way up, wakes up like electricity ran open. Consciousness was taken at once by the pride of moving only his eyes, pulling his own sleeves and sticking together. Right there.

"Something tells me one of the main culprits was dropped from the fourth floor yesterday"

Even more noisy topics are unleashed.

I haven't heard that, the three of them round their eyes at once. As a student, naturally, I didn't even hear that report as of yesterday as a royalty.

Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh?

"Oh, no, it's nothing. He wasn't hurt or anything. Anything was lucky to be safe."

"You're on the fourth floor, aren't you?"

"No, who's the idiot who dropped the student more than that?" It's not weird if there's dead people on the fourth floor. "

It's not Arthur, and he swallows the word, and Style barks his voice.

Arthur or Pride can afford to jump off the fourth floor, but if a regular person is dropped, there is no life. If the dropped student was a special ability person, either way, I think we should first strike that dropped attempted murder with our hands as soon as possible.

Powell rushes out more to the two of us returning an unexpectedly awesome response. I didn't mean to say it to Big Brother, and I didn't take it that hard because it was a noise that was not uncommon for lower class or back-run people by my standards. Powell now reflects that he has made a negative impression on the High Authority.

"No, they weren't really hurt either. After he fell, he ran away fine, and today, they show up at school."

"But I wonder if the main perpetrator of the drop is in the High Department." Who is it? Where the hell is the ex-con? "

Along the way, Style's words blocked Powell's.

Arthur also haps realizes that his words have been unnaturally cut off. No way, and if they changed their complexion, they looked back to one point at the same time.

If I turned my face away, I would have turned my face behind my back so that Pride would already turn away from the three of us. A waterfall-like sweat drips down to his neck muscle, and his overlapping hands on his knees are restlessly stacked to fix it repeatedly.

I noticed their gaze, and Powell said, "What's up, Jeanne?," he asks, "but Pride does not answer. I can't talk about that in this place where Powell is right now. That attitude of hers was the answer to Steele and Arthur beating anything.

The three of them know.

that there is at least one vicious ex-con, misguided, in a classroom on the fourth or third floor of the High Department.

"Hyahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

With that in mind, that high laugh was remembered on the heads of the three of them even though they hadn't heard it.

He'll drop people out the window fine. It is also believed that it can be safely brought down to the ground. Yesterday, Style and Arthur enjoyed wanting to inquire about what Pride had said to Val on this occasion. Only now did he suppress his pursuit, and Pride kept turning his back even after Stayle had no choice but to change the subject.

She put so much effort into her shoulders that she was about to cramp, that neither her cold sweat nor her shallow breathing would stop until the prebell rang.

……

".................. ah"

After the lunch break, Powell and I split in front of the school building. The prides bowled with him just up the middle stairs.

It is Croy. After finishing Cedric's appointment in the dining room, he was about to rush back to class again. It is also just the right reunion for pride.

After a few seconds of silence, Pride grinned to ask Croy how he was doing, stopping his leg from trying to climb the stairs.

"Hi, Croy. How was work? I hope you'll be safe."

I asked him shaking to try, and Croy put a lot of effort into his jaw.

Cloy shivers her fist as she squeezes her lips tightly and blushes. Arthur and Style stepped forward from next to her wondering if she was going to wave to pride again, but this time she didn't even pull Cloy off. Shivering her squeezed lips as she said something, spinning something with Potho Potho.

…………………………

Gone without words in my mouth. That doesn't reach anyone's ears.

If pride hears it back without thinking "eh", then the next moment Cloy is dang! and stomped strongly on the floor with one foot, roughing his voice to the point of sounding on the stairs.

"Keep going, keep going."

Beautiful, the word deserved, and the roaring voice of Croy finished his ears. To Pride's ears he echoed Kin.

Unexpectedly holding his ear and squinting, in the meantime Cloy started climbing the stairs first, spitting "Damn it" and evil. Dundandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandand Furthermore, his eyes were tears as he ran up the stairs as if fleeing the prides.

Arthur, who confirmed it at a distance, opens his mouth with no idea what it means. What the hell, I shifted my gaze from the top to the pride in front of me.

"Are you all right? Jeanne."

"What is that...?

Alongside Arthur, the style also frowns.

I shook my neck sideways, not knowing the boulder's pride in the two words. Continue, I don't think Cedric did anything wrong. Or I also wonder if it means I have no choice but to obey because I am gripped by weaknesses, even if I hate them.

Why did you yell and run away like that? Pride strokes his chest down small for wondering but not being told he was going to dare to get off the job. Whatever it was, it was above all if he was willing to keep me at work. I think it went exactly as this one thought. And I'm sure.

(i) Cedric should be able to.

With such certainty, Pride began to climb the stairs in a hurry with both of them.