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

The day before.

"Sorry, I need help with the house after this too..."

Higher Department, three-year classroom.

Already recognized as an adult, the female student, who will be eighteen this year, was baffled.

It's the same year, and I don't stand up if they tell me I haven't changed my identity so much. In spite of the first day of school, there was no one else in the class or in the next school year who could seriously go back and forth to them busily during the breaks between classes.

I would have enjoyed the conversation if I had shown a good deal of sincerity, but I don't see any shards of sincerity from them right now. On the contrary, even though they are left with help and work at home after school, it is only annoying if they come cheaply or invite them to come to their workplace. They wanted to interact with each other, but they couldn't get in the way and talk properly. The sense of contempt is stronger among the young people who speak up and discuss which class is the most beautiful without trying to hide it.

"Can I say that? It's about time a woman wanted a man who could carry her belt more than a job, right?

At least nobody wants to be with a man of such a say.

They, too, were quite desperate.

Thinking that there's only one year of school to learn and so on, they don't expect classes. More than that, I was genuinely looking for a future wife now that I don't have an old woman at work.

But there's no way I can honestly say that if I abandon my shame, my outside world, and I'm hungry for women, I'm having trouble being without them. As a result, he chooses only words that disparage the other female student to show his advantage. They were desperate to defend their bullying and their physique. For this reason, I throw in my morning work, take classes that I don't know if will help me or not, and put my energy into finding a candidate for daughter-in-law. But still, naturally.

It was obvious that they were annoying when there was no distinction between good and bad.

It's not evil. Female students of the same age expose their discomfort early on to them who are just an annoying race. Even though there are inferior men and women, in the queenly kingdom of Friesia, women also do not make a good relationship that just obeys men. "Come on, man!" If one of the female students shelters the woman who yelled and became her friend, the man who was hurt by the bully naturally strips his fangs. What the hell! and shouted at each other, and the man holds his fist better as the rhetoric begins. Violence is naturally forbidden in schools, but there are no teachers in this setting right now.

"You can't be serious about us being late people like Temee and others!!"

The ramblings echo throughout the classroom.

Furthermore, the same goes for the men who were lined up together, who speak out in agreement. I don't care how many women I fall for to protect my bully.

"You're just a woman who can't find someone when you're an adult in the High Department."

"I hear there's some junior classmates in the next classroom."

"What, you're not in this classroom, are you?

"Some of them were beautiful in their two-year classes, but they seemed lucky."

"I knew if you were looking for a decent woman before you sold her out, you'd be in the middle."

"Goodbye, you're too much of a kid in the middle."

Lower, disparage, ridicule and insult as much as you want.

Naturally, the female students also understand that not all men are like that. That's why I was just uncomfortable with them in front of me. Students who are asking how things are going around them are just pulling to their word and deed regardless of whether they are male or female. Some students have actually enrolled in the past three years for a better future in order to improve their learning.

To the words and deeds that go too far, I even wonder if all three years of their own generation would be rendered inaccessible this year if they were to cause any more nuisance in school. It is easily conceivable, for example, that the whole source of the problem will be removed in the current situation, where the institution of schools is still incomplete and is also the testing operation of a joint body with the future allies.

They are not the only group of male students who are equally inviting female students within three years. They're the only ones in our class who have gone too far.

In spite of the fact that there is a female student I was inviting just now in front of me, I make a loud noise to hit it. Female students who have received it are seriously worried about letting go of their flat hands in this setting, as if to show that they are no longer worthy as women. Without even knowing their anger, their ramblings only go further.

"Well, three years in the middle would be just fine."

"Why don't you take a peek after school"

"There was definitely a redhead beauty two years ago. We had two men, but if we surrounded them, they'd run away."

"Two years means fourteen? Well, if you're beautiful, I'll take a look."

"Ugh."

As I suddenly interrupted, another voice was released.

The low voice of complaining clearly reached their ears, which had distracted their frustration with the female students who had turned themselves down.

They turn to the other person who has complained to themselves with a low voice that is not female and that is characteristic of men. If you look, there was a man staring at this one who was sitting squarely in the seat at the far corner of the window.

Everyone understood it was his voice without having to confirm that you said it.

It was the first time anyone in the student had heard his voice as he had not even spoken a word of introductory time from the teacher and kept falling asleep poking at his desk. Everyone had far-winded him, who was originally floating and more prominent than anyone else in his class because of the color of his skin.

He's staring at us like he's peeling his teeth off for the first time now. I was frightened for a moment by the vicious face and sharp eyes that showed me scratching up my droopy forehead with hair that was just short and bracketed like a tail, but I can't even shut up here. They walked over to the young man with only their bullies and their numbers.

What do you mean? I heard you, I thought you were complaining. Before they gather in a moonlight dialogue, the youth slowly rises. If I stood up from sitting, I'd be taller than them even if I didn't correct my posture. The young man, whose position turned and who became the height overlooking them, had the loudest voice from earlier: the head boy student's neck (...) root (...) eh (...) grab (...) mi (...), protrude (...) if (...) fly (...) to the window with one hand.

Gumpty one's back hits the window frame. The windows, which were fully open for good ventilation, were large, but there were no railings. Too unexpectedly, the boy student leaned back heavily and managed to trample with his hands left and right open without being pushed by the momentum, but a hint of cold sweat told his forehead. I didn't have to make up my mind or get suddenly jumped.

Besides, because it was a window, not a wall, I almost fell out of the window in jeopardy. In a sudden crisis so suddenly, not only in person, but also in the breath and stiffness of the other boys students surrounding him, pushed away, he regains his posture from a state of reclining not to be understood as frightened. "Isn't it dangerous," the boy student said, raving his voice.

... before ru.

Gessie, he was kicked in the stomach without hesitation.

More of a force to push behind than a blow.

Now there's no place to grab both hands. He spilled his body wide through the window and was thrown upside down from his head.

The screams of men and women echo through the window where they were thrown out. With that voice, the boy student, who later understood that he had been dropped from the fourth floor, exclaims, stirred by a floating sensation.

If I looked up at the sky to die, to die, only the nasty grin of Teng himself, who had dropped himself from the window, remained in my sight.

The windows go away at a tremendous rate as one question after another arises as to why I was dropped, what happened, and what I did enough to be killed.

When he kills me, he punches me in the head from the back into something the minute he thinks that. Bacco, docco, baco. Dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah, dokah dokah dokah dokah "It's part of a wall that popped up and stretched with the special abilities of a young man to help him. A number of shields slowed the fall down, and all he had to do was hit his body hard when it sounded painful but really fell to the ground at the end. Instead of bleeding, there's no fracture, it just hurts my body badly.

Students from the second and third floors and also from the window of the dedicated classroom to be used in elective classes on the first floor of the High Department have peered into themselves with their eyes round as they rolled back to the ceiling blindly confused that it was now the end of the fall and that they were still alive.

He can't get up in the pain of beating him up as the noise grows with where he fell from. He is sure of his survival. In it.

"Hyahahahahahahahaha!!!!"

I heard a nightmarish high laugh from far above.

I wonder who is laughing in a situation like this, and there is only one person I can think of in conclusion. If I stared and looked at the fourth floor where I should have fallen, the students on the first to third floors looked up the same way.

Teng himself there, who dropped himself, laughs flatly without reflection or blues. The fact that the man definitely kicked himself with the intention of dropping him runs through his spine cold.

I don't know why I helped. I just can't stop sweating and trembling that a man who just looks down with a high laugh tried to kill himself without hesitation. He was repeatedly engraved in the brain as being about to be killed, about to be killed.

When his body finally moved out of relief, the teacher who heard the noise went to the infirmary with the confirmation of his safety and asked him what had happened, but he shook his rattle and neck left and right, squeezing his mouth and silently.

Convinced that if he did poorly, he would be killed this time. When he stood up with the help of his teacher, he fled to the school gate at first sight with a bloodless complexion. A teacher who raised his voice of retention looked up at the school building no way, but at that time only the students were already peeking at it with interest.

In the classroom, Val was in a good mood to return to his seat as he thrust down a boy student. He laughs at his back as he escapes from there at the window to the school gate, and the classroom freezes.

The other boys didn't even have the courage to look down the window, rather than retaliate against Val for poking one of their companions down. Neither they, nor the female students who had been victimized, nor all the students who cared about far-flung rolls, were able to speak with pale faces, just as they were escaping male students. Naturally, even though they are adults, they are only "ordinary people".

They can do what they're left with if they threaten to drop it out the window, hit it with a group, or as long as they stick a knife in it. But without any hesitation or great reason, it's not something you can do very well, such as drop humans off the third floor. It's not a question of arm strength or unintentional strike, it can't be ethical. Their only thought was "fear" of Val, who continued to laugh high even after he thrust it down while doing it flat.

He was dropped and fled. He had problems too, but he's not a bad guy. But now that Val did something outrageous without even caring about their gaze, everyone understood that he was a "bad guy" kind of race that they shouldn't be involved in.

They were also originally people on the side of the middle-class who were allowed to live a raw life, as they have so far been a nuisance. I am not used to being exposed to such genuine "malice". Instead, I don't want to step further into a world that I've been lucky enough to live away from. Right now, there are multiple students in this class who look and look bad, even if not as bad as Val. But they don't listen to classes, but they're basically huge. The time off also disappears to some place, and even in the classroom, it doesn't bother the female students. All the students so far thought Val was the same classification just isolated from them, but that perception changed dramatically at this moment.

After a glimmer of laughter, Val turned to the students staring at herself with a blue face as she had noticed her gaze by now. I feel nostalgic for them who are frightened of themselves, reject them, and turn their eyes to them as objects of fear and contempt. When I was just about their age, I miss that "Collection" was routine for me.

When we saw ourselves, our fellow boys' students shouted their throats at Val, just grinning at Niyanya, and wet themselves with sweat to the tip of their noses.

The class started and if the teachers came in, they all went back to their seats silently. I don't even tell my teacher what happened, I'm just frightened and distracted from Val.

In an attempt to keep him out of it alone, the mind of the class became one at this moment.

That never changed after the teacher was later informed that the dropped man was safe for some reason, and that he changed his blood phase and ran away from school.

Even after Val starts poking around his desk again and taking his hypnotic sleep, everyone in the student doesn't even want to talk to him instead of getting involved in the future.

By the time rumors of this case spread among the High Ministries, I put it to heart to try to keep everyone out of his way.

……

"Oh so!!!! It would be too much to drop students from the fourth floor."

After school.

Returning to the castle, Pride was to yell at Val quickly.

I was still calm until I received my deliveries to this day from Val, who was called in for the instant travel of the style, and handed over the rewards for that. But after completing the truth and identification of the rumors Powell hears, Pride scolds the eighteen Vals with a bright red face.

Beside him, who had already tried to make his way to the delivery, Sefek and Chemetho, who had also finished class, were listening in line. Tiara, who got some rest time, is also lined up in the Pride room where she finished dressing, and Arthur and the column before her change with the Kingsguard Knight escort.

If Pride and Stayle listened with orders, the killer was still Val, as expected. Pride and the others were relieved that he made a number of landing platforms from the school walls with special abilities to the students who pushed him down from the fourth floor, and slowed down the descent, but before that, Val "dropped the main offender's students out of the window without question because they were sold a fight" was only a problem.

"You didn't break any orders. There's no injured or dead people. Thanks to you, it was a peaceful day, huh?

Val laughs Kerakera at his angry pride by hanging his eyes.

Instead of reflecting, Pride swelled his nostrils with his hands on both hips in an attitude he had just said he enjoyed for a long time. That's not the problem! And as he returns, he steps with his high heels to the ground waste to expose his anger. I'm not just mad at you for waging violence. Before that, I was angry.

"I didn't give you permission to do that!!"

To the roar of pride, against Cefek and Chemetho, who twist their necks so they don't know what it means, Val pulled up a nigga and a grin.