The Other Side of the Last Boss

School Festival Day.

My schedule for today is completely buried.

All you have to do is do it perfectly.

The class decided to run a coffee shop without difficulty.

Maid coffee?

You can normally hire a maid, and there's no way that a guy you hire is going to be popular with something like that in a world like that.

This is the result of thinking that something could be changed.

It is princess coffee.

Miraculously, one princess is enrolled.

Not so much time for Euphiria to serve customers, but it will be an eye-catcher.

Those opinions came out and were approved.

It's not easy to prepare clothes like a princess would wear.

Well, the neighborhood is just fake and substitute for the atmosphere.

A woman does customer service and a man even makes it.

It is fundamental to the school festival.

If you have a princess, why don't you have a prince?

I also have that opinion.

But there was no one in my class worthy of a prince.

In a facial sense.

By the way, there was actually a prince from a big country, but he wasn't here anymore.

Where and what are you doing?

She said that her seat remained intact for the first time.

On the contrary, there is a theory that the image of the prince is bad because of that.

gossip.

I'll be free in the morning after a while of purchasing.

All you have to do is look around at the school festival with the four of us in turn.

It's an easy mission.

The classroom is transformed into a coffee shop-style interior.

It is an achievement prepared late last night.

When I go into the classroom, there's something wrong with the atmosphere.

There was something more vibrant.

It's supposed to be a fun school festival.

"Ah, here we are."

My classmate will look at me and raise his voice.

Everyone looks at me like I'm the savior or something.

"What is it? What is it?

I look surprised.

"Did you have breakfast?

Tiliza asks, approaching.

I was wearing a princess dress.

Since it is difficult to understand how well you are wearing loose clothes, it seems that Tiriza can be worn without feeling comfortable.

"I told you to pull it out because we all eat in the classroom at the same time as the tasting. I didn't eat it."

Most of all, there is no way that the Evil Gods can handle it to the extent that they skipped one meal.

You don't have to eat for a while.

"Is that so?"

Tiriza looked like she was killing her laughter.

"Can you try it just fine?"

Iris tells.

This one was as faceless as it killed my heart completely.

Looking at the cooking area, Euphiria was cooking.

I have a classmate with a high cook level and he was supposed to be in charge.

"Ethan will be in charge of the dishes served to the guests. Because I don't hear that Euphiria will make everyone breakfast now, even when I check the equipment and ingredients."

"I see."

That Ethan is the cook.

Ethan saw how Euphiria was cooking and had a dead look on her face.

It seems that the dish was finished while doing so, and Euphiria served it on a plate.

The classroom was frightened.

Euphoria's coming at me.

"I got it. Enjoy."

If there were a hundred men, 99 would look back at that smile.

But the classroom boy was trembling with fear.

Some of them collapsed in the corner of the classroom after a close look.

"Hey, hold on tight. Don't die."

"Mm-hmm. I was able to eat Mr. Euphoria's handicrafts. No more regrets."

Let him stand in the kitchen.

Classmates falling in the corner of the classroom reacted piquely like fish occasionally launched ashore.

I wonder what would happen if this happened.

"There's no way a princess in a big country is a good cook, is there? Think common sense."

Tiriser snaps.

If I look at you, I won't even look at you.

"What's more, it's usually dawn on my training as an adventurer. I can't afford to cook."

That's what Iris said. No, he took a distance from me.

It doesn't have to be good at cooking.

But there will be limits.

"Hehe. Now it's self-confidence. Euphoria's special pancakes!

Euphiria offers me a plate.

I felt a black aura from the dish.

Various substances are decorated in pancake-like objects.

I can't express myself any more.

It couldn't have smelled so bad at this distance.

It stinks very bad though.

Only pancakes would have worked it out.

I guess I did an extra decoration and ended up with a hell of a piece.

Why do beginners ignore recipes and push into something called creation?

"By the way, what about Jemmy?

"Euphiria has already shot down"

The person who answered was Tiriser.

One of her fingers was down ahead of her.

I'm blowing bubbles out of my mouth.

No matter how you look at it, it is irreversible.

It seems that her school festival is already over.

"Jemmy is the first victim. Hungry and innocent."

Things float easily behind my brain at that time.

I prayed for Jemmy's blessing.

"Is this poisoned or something"

"Even if it's slightly poisoned, we'll detoxify it."

As Tiliza put it, Iris was doing the magic of Cure.

Everyone is looking at me.

Like seeing God or something.

Euphiria was waiting for me to eat with an innocent smile on her face.

You don't seem to have any choice but to eat this.

Well, it doesn't poison the evil gods.

It is ineffective even if it is poison that causes the dragon to die instantly.

That's why it's impossible for me to be damaged by eating.

I picked up a plate and put what I call pancakes in my mouth.

What is this flavor?

It's not Sweets.

Not sweet.

Rather bitter.

And it stinks.

It's not that level of unsavory or anything.

This is bad.

"Ugh..."

I made a groaning voice.

"Hmm?"

Euphiria glances at my face.

"It's good………"

I shook my temper and said so.

"Good."

Euphiria smiled with a full smile.

My classmates are clapping and nodding in tears.

There's no way to increase the number of casualties.

I flattened everything out of that sense of purpose.

"Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a second."

I said so and ran out.

"Wow, yeah, yeah."

When I ran into the bathroom, I vomited.

There is no poison in the evil gods.

However, I have a taste.

A taste far superior to that of humans.

No damage to my body, but a lot of damage to my spirit.

I sat in the chair that had been around for a while, and it was a mess.