902 Ii18. The collapsed girl is in a group.

"I'm really, really sorry... I really, really should have known until this morning..."

Worst, worst, worst, worst. Too bad.

I keep flat apologizing to the two of them as they walk. Style says to me, "It's over now..." and I give up. Words hang on me.

Until just now, "You know what lurking means...?" And the words are so sweet now that he was angry.... but I'm already totally stunned.

Arthur also now follows up with "Well, I mean Jeanne is excellent..." Until just now, she seemed stunned and voiceless. When my voice finally came out, I was angry with the blue face when I said, "No more conspicuous n suka..."

When I was immersed in Powell and Amlet, I answered all my strength tests.

Originally, the test had to be somewhat out of hand to behave with the average student. I had unconsciously answered everything due to my usual study and exam habits with teachers. I knew that the problem statement mixed the contents of the elementary and higher departments, but I didn't think any further with other personnel altogether.

It's the same class as far as Amlet is concerned, and there's no need to rush it. If we could be friends one by one, we might be able to remember more about settings and other characters within our involvement, and we still have time, at least from the third one, about Powell. In other words, I settled on the conclusion that the rest of the attackers in the third work also have a respite.

After all, priority should be given to the second works eyes, who can only infiltrate for a month. There must be a way to stop the tragedy even a month later, as long as we find them and remind them of the setting.

And ultimately, it would be best if the culprits of the school collapse could be eliminated without waiting three years.

Though I don't know how far the compulsion of the game is, it wasn't the compulsion event of the game that made me think I was back in Queen Las Boss either, it was actually Adam's fault. Then if there is not even an element of Adam, from the second one, this time it can be a full future with no tragedy, no streams like games.... maybe. Though I'm afraid of the possibility that Adam is alive.

Gosh, and the second I thought about it, the chills ran down my spine again. I'd hold my arms in reflexively, but I'd tell them both, "What's up?" and they will notice. I'm really sorry to hear that you both feel more hypersensitive than ever lately because of the frequent reminders here of game settings in the name of prediction.

I loosened the arms I was holding, grinning both wrists and then making them laugh that it was nothing, but my trust in me, which I just flaunted one, is faint. To the two people who anxiously center their facial muscles, I can at least say something…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

"... a little bit, remember the prediction of the example. … maybe the predicted student is a middle-sized child."

Because there were only middle-sized students who looked familiar on that student's side, give them a good reason.

Then they were stunned as they woke up at once. Is it true? I nod again and again to the two people who raise their voices.

I'll tell Jill Bale and the knights as soon as I get home, and I squeeze my head desperately as Style dives in and says to me, Surely forbidden love with teachers wasn't in that second one! Because that's...

While our memories were vague and fluffy, we reached the crossing again. There's a little more going on with the students than this morning. There, Powell was waiting.

"Powell."

They waited for us first as we stopped and spent time several times in the classroom and hallway.

Even if I try this from a distance, I don't think I'm the same person as Powell in the game. I really think he was such a refreshing person originally.

As Style called, he immediately realized that his expression was happily brightened. He greeted me on the run without waiting for this one to walk over and say, "Philip!" His eyes, laughing, were seeping out tears again. There are still traces of tears left, and maybe they didn't stop for a while after that.

I guess that's all I'm glad to see Stayle. Anyway, he's the benefactor who saved me from human trafficking. I suppose it would be even more surprising to learn that even this school was dedicated to him by the First Prince.

"Good, you're here...!

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. You haven't eaten yet, have you? You bring lunch?

With no respect for Arthur but nature and Powell as well, Style looks like his brother even though he looks smaller than Powell. Boulder Tiara's brother for eleven years.

Powell seemed happy with that already, rubbing his reddish eyes with his arms. It's really the kind of reaction you've dreamed of this time.

The reaction prompted Stayle to talk, laughing a little too. It seems that Powell also brings lunch, and after consulting him, he decided to eat it in the courtyard in front of the school gate. I can bring it in the dining room if you want, but Style says, "It's shared with the high department, no matter how big it is, because people will be particularly crowded on the first day". Especially indeed.

Turn around. When I went down the nearby stairs and went outside, a large number of students were sitting back on the bench in the courtyard or in the shade with the meal I had already brought with them.

Children above the elementary level are also allowed to bring lunch for a fee in the dining room. Because there is no purchasing or anything like that, although the cafeteria provides cheap for students, it is still the cheapest to bring. Even when I looked at it, a lot of kids were roaming bread and fruit.

Especially since junior kids and stuff have to make money after school, and they need to save money. He's getting through it with criticism because if he's about the age of middle school, he'll be able to make money working after school, thanks to his physical and labor force.

Once again, I think I have to live up to their expectations that they are investing their time wanting to learn and get to a good job.

"How's it going over there?

With seats buried everywhere, Powell pointed to the shade of the tree by the school gate.

There is still room available thanks to the proximity of the school gate and away from the school building. You mind sitting on the lawn. I hammered on Powell as Stile took confirmation from me with his eyes. If I snort back, too, I'll keep my feet in the shade.

Even the castle usually rolled into the garden and took a nap, and I have no resistance at all. It wouldn't be cleaner than a castle, but if it was enough to keep your hips down, it wouldn't be a problem. Most importantly, it's not a dress right now, so it's easy to feel comfortable.

As I approached the gate, the knight on guard looked back this way only once. I accidentally repositioned myself to hide in Powell's shadow, but I turned my back when I realized we needed help in the shade instead of passing the gate. Maybe it also has to do with the knight's intimidation that students don't really lean here. There were hardly any students in their previous lives who deliberately tried to group up in front of teachers and police around.

The tree beside the gate was quite large and flowered for the season because of the importance it placed on appearance. If you come to the shade of the tree, you will be a slight blind spot from the knight, and Arthur is at ease because of the distance. Makes me want to inadvertently sing a nose song in the mood for a little flower watching and the coolness of the shade. It could be a hole.

Sit back on the lawn and let the four of us face each other and indulge. Arthur lowered his backpack and took out a meal for three. Arthur, a Kingsguard knight, also keeps meals for me and Style. I felt bad about letting him have it, and I hesitated to have the eyes of the other students, but Arthur said, "I'm the most powerful one," and he resolutely took it on. I'm really sorry that I'm the same common man now but I let him carry my stuff or something.

Powell also rang out as he realized, "You had three for me," but Arthur was quickly returning a word he would have decided to say, "It's a workout replacement.

Our meals were prepared by the castle cooks with care to make them look like ordinary people's meals. They are suspicious that it is lavish on boulders, so they also asked me to make it as simple a sandwich as possible.

Powell opened the wrap of his hand on the lawn himself, shouting "Looks delicious" at our matching meal. One whole apple and two pieces of bread. This is a lovely round bread with the impression that it was baked at home rather than bought at the store.

"Yours looks delicious, too. Did you bake it yourself?

"No, someone I'm looking after burned me. If you say I like this, you cook it often..."

That's what makes me so happy to say to Powell, who slacks his face, that's all.

I don't know what this happy aura is. I sneak away from my eyes because I accidentally want to cry. After all, the third one. The kids are special in me.

Stiles and Amlett felt like they could meet the other person on TV, but the third child was already at the "putative actor and idol" level. It's weird to think calmly about having dinner with me in front of you already.

Powell said to Stayle, "Want one?" and handed him a piece of bread. For a moment, I hesitated to shut my mouth tightly, Style, but when I hung the word affirming that I was going to eat "then trade Philip's sandwich," I was receiving it as an aside. As a royalty, it is a violation of manners to eat meals that are not poisoned beforehand and to mouth the food of ordinary people, but now they are common people. That would be safe to lurk in. I'd rather eat, too, to be honest.

When Style handed him one of his own sandwiches to exchange, he shunned that Powell couldn't make a match. Still, the style says, "Yummy, huh?" With a single voice, he rang his throat and then received it, which he was offered with his big hand. No. I can't help but look cute.

Then Powell looked at me and Arthur upwards with his mouth open in half and stiffened before eating the sandwich. In that look, … I realize that you didn't introduce yourself at all. "Speaking of which, you haven't introduced yourself yet," he squeezes his courage from me at Powell, who says something.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Philip's cousin Jeanne. And this is another cousin, Jack. They're all middle sophomores the same age as Philip.

Nice to meet you, and make me laugh as my mouth ends cramp slightly due to nervousness.

If Arthur also lowered his head with a peck to suit me, Powell lowered his head so that he could "say hello" with a big body with his legs together after a small grunt "two years..." With a forged body and a masculine face, Powell, who had a lot of flashy attitude in the game, smiles extra low on the hips.

Then he opened his mouth to introduce himself after slightly distracting himself from us, as Powell would return. I wonder if you're a people-friendly person, anyway, for maybe Stayle.

"I'm Powell. Philip needs help... four years ago.... sorry for suddenly pushing you"

"That's outrageous. We heard a little about you from Philip, too. Philip has always wanted to see you."

Instead, I've always wanted to see the kid that Stayle helped, and now it's an honor to see you for another reason. I can't tell you how torn my mouth is.

If both hands laughed together and showed them laughing, were you surprised that you were talking about yourself. Philip tied his lips together and scratched his head like a little lit up. Powell, who was gutted in the game, is adorable.

That said, trying to check Powell's grade for age, and I said even more, "Is Powell in the High Department?" I ask. Style keeps quietly eating the bread Powell gave me, and while I'm at it, let me ask you some questions. When Powell opened his mouth to the question from me, "I'm from the High Department..."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

... Suddenly, stormy screams jumped in.

Looking back, a man was pointing this way right in front of the school gate next to him. I waved with the boom and was stopped more than that by the knight as he tried to dive further into the gate.

Powell...... that would mean he knows him.

Behind the back of words and deeds like Gorigori's sports club system, there was a lovely uncle who grew a little mustache in a soothing shade of butler clothing. Would it feel like Sebastian in the image of a previous life?

"No, I'm not a suspicious person. I have some errands for the students here."

The uncle, who was turned down by the knight as saying, "No one but school officials can enter the time now," takes a step back, and then once again, puts the wrap in Powell. Roughs up his voice with one hand.

"Oh, thank God, Powell, bring this to him because he's absolutely hungry and I can't seem to get in any more."

The opposite of a bumble and a waved hand is a small wrap.

Apparently, he came to deliver lunch. And it's really horribly out of tune with appearance and behavior. I want to scream so hard and tell you if your pulse is okay.

Powell also said something to Pak Pak when he peeled his eyes off at him, and stood up in a hurry after clogging him. "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," said Powell, who looked very panicked, rushing over to his uncle in front of the gate, and received the package with both hands. When the knight gives instructions to show the contents and confirms them, he wraps them up again as they were.

"Are you out of your job?"

"No, I'm going to do my next job. I'll pick you up later."

"Did you get more?" "What do you want me to do with more?" "And even if you don't come, I'll be right with you."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'll do that. I'll do that. I'll do that. I'll do that.

Gohoo!!

To the exchange between the two, Steele swallowed.... Well, I know what it's like to blow it out to what you're saying. An unexpected statement from such an uncle.

Did you jam the bread down your throat, or the style of rounding your back and fisting your chest with a dong was painfully cramping your shoulders fine up and down.

Style!! Moving his back as he was about to call it by accident, Arthur stood up and slapped me on the back with him. Water. Drink. Water! and moistened his throat all at once if he handed him the same leather bag water bottle as the common man from his backpack.

Was it pretty painful, the slightly teary-eyed style hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand when I breathed. Style stared at the school gate with open eyes as Arthur told him what he was doing.

Though I was glad the style didn't die without fitting, following my gaze, my uncle in menswear had already called out to the knight, "Good luck," and Stacora just ran away. You look like a nice uncle with a gentleman's wand, but what you're doing is like an uncle at a construction site. Powell single-handedly looked back at us as he opened his mouth to too much chigusa.

I'm sorry, I'll be right back.

Eat me first! Leaving behind, Powell rushed off toward the school building.

I can't block my mouth on Powell's back, which is getting smaller, whilst mopping the back of the style. Is it someone who's taking care of Powell now?

As I kept staring at him thinking he was doing it busily, the back of the style, which should have been spared from suffocation, rounded up even more.

"……………………………… I want to go home"

Blushing, and whining in a low voice, Style covered his face with an empty hand and was struck.

Uh, what's the matter? Both Arthur and I looked at Style, who said a dialogue just before he refused to go to school.

The style, leaking a voice close to moaning with a small voice and "... why, this..." was completely sinking.