925 Ii38. The dominant girl peeps.

"The guy with the pin, is he there?"

Three limits later, over.

I gaze back at Arthur's words as he said, "Right."

Arthur, stretching his arm from behind me, slowly opened the door to the classroom to avoid making any noise.

Special classroom.

Unlike other grades, it is a class of students enrolled for the experience of the school system itself rather than for the future or for study. Children in houses such as aristocracy and the wealthy are predominant, and the school year is not known. I have the grades unified with the elementary, secondary and higher departments.

The classroom itself is only one large room, but instead the special classroom students on this fifth floor are only equipped so that they can do all their errands. There is not only a dedicated classroom for classes, but also a separate space for interaction from private rooms and classrooms for rest and meals.

Because they basically have no problems with home tutoring and teaching materials, the enrollment frame is also separated from other students. I don't refuse because I'm a student who wants to experience school or something that interests me. But it was me, Chancellor Gilbert, and the top management who said that the absolute number of students enrolled would not change.

Class content also has more hobbies, multi-art and other experiences than academic improvement. Though classes, letting noble houses do farm work, geotechnical exercises and cleaning exercises can make corners stand, and monster pairs and crèmers can come out in vain. Well, in that case, Chancellor Gilbert said, "I'll handle it in due course".

Although the fifth floor is basically not used by the general public, it is not otherwise prohibited for the general public to enter. Thanks to this, we were able to dive up the stairs without any problems.

Walking around the Zukazuka classroom dressed as a common man on a boulder is evil noticeable, so I decided to let him peek into the classroom window through the hallway.

"It still stands out in this outfit. Some upper echelons and aristocrats look to the common people, and let's not speak up."

Nodding at Style's words, I turn to each and every one of them in the classroom.

Some people by the way look familiar when they are adults. Probably a ceremony or a housemaid's warrant I met in the social world. But it's not them I'm looking for.

Another attacker, I remembered when I met Farnham's sister and brother.

He would definitely be in this class. I still can't remember my face as a pin, but if you look at it like before, you'll see.

As I stared at each and every one of them with that in mind, several of them noticed my gaze and frowned. After all, the wind is a little strong. But as soon as my gaze rose behind it from me, my noticed student bowed his head to silently greet me with a pepper. Of course they're keeping their heads down.

"It really helped. Thank you for your time, Captain Column."

No. Captain Column gives me back short in line to Arthur, who protects my back.

Captain Column, who serves as a special lecturer, undertakes some class of knight's choice classes at two and three limits each day.

Now, at the end of the three limits, he followed us as a guardian for a little while. Although we, the common people alone, may be involved in the worst case and the worst case scenario, the captain of the knight's column was escorted to take the form of a special instructor guiding us through the school. Even from the way I was frowned upon earlier, I figured if it wasn't for the column captain, they might have gotten rid of me.

"By the way, the student who now glanced at Jeanne and the student who pointed to Arthur. and the students in the back who scoffed at us, the common people.... How about Captain Column, a lot of unrecognizable students"

If you've ever met him, you'll remember, but the hissing cold air flows from the style that whispers to him.

I don't know what to do, I feel scared when I turn around now. I'm extra scared because I'm saying pale in a voice that sounds emotionless. If you only hear voices and dialogue, it's the game version of the Belly Black Regent.

Captain Column tells me how subtly badly his teeth are cut, lurking someone from every single person who understands what house. I found that the only style I learned at one time was laughing in my voice, "Thank you," he said.

Everyone who was checked is rarely called to the castle...... or even in my memory is just a junior aristocratic harlot son I met once when I was called at Chancellor Jilbert's birthday party. Other kids don't remember me either, so maybe nobles or pure wealthy people who weren't even called there. Ning Lo, many of our students don't care much about us. It's a warrant for a high-ranking boulder lady.... I'm so sorry that I seem to be doing some kind of unplugged humanity test.

"You care about students who neither I nor Captain Column remember. In other words, intermediate or inferior nobility, wealthy, or local…"

I'm afraid of the bumps and the small whining voice of Style. I am sure that the pitch-black eye is like a blade.

It's going to be investigated in more detail when the student roster arrives. Well, it's certainly nicer for someone to show an irrelevant attitude.

With that in mind, his gaze finally caught on to one as he gazed into fleeing the black hegemony of Style. The moment I thought I was there, my eyes nailed at a young man reading a book in the back seat of the center row. Definitely, it's him.

Rugged eyes with purple on the herd blue with the same beautiful dark hair as the style. With an artistic mask covering only the left half of his face on his heavy fabric clothes from top to bottom, he is definitely the target of the attack.

Not alone, like Cloy or anything, but surrounded by the surroundings of his age, he totally ignored them talking to him unilaterally. I can't even look at anyone who's been bowing their head or complaining about something for a long time.

Are you obsessed with books, or simply don't want to deal with them? The right half of his unhidden face is turning the book so inexplicably emotionally. It's all about him and two melons in the game.... I'm sure he is, already.

"I'll let you see him"

".................. thank you. I'm sorry, I didn't even seem to be here."

I moved my mouth as I let Russ boss twitch words through his head. I'm not lying.

He's not the last one.

If I tell you I found them here, I won't be long before I find the rest of them. The top priority this past month is not to help everyone out. It's about remembering them all. Only then can we figure it out after we've finished infiltrating the school. Unlike the Cloys, he is not in a state of sudden need at the moment.... should be.

At least, I haven't met Las Bosses yet. It's enough to make sure of that. There's got to be another year to meet him if he's up to the game, and it's bad for him, but it'll be enough after he finishes his undercover inspection.

Really, I also lean my neck towards the stiles who drop their shoulders just a little bit.

The truth is, I'm sorry too because I was hoping it would be convenient for us to have other attackers gathered here. The target of such a rich class offense in the maiden game is an iron plate, and I thought maybe.

Apparently, he's the only one in the rich position who's the target of the KingsRoad offense. Then what about the other year or three of the same year in the normal class? I haven't seen all the classes in two years, and the possibilities are quinquennial. I've confirmed the five pairs of cloys and my three, and I'll check the remaining three classes starting tomorrow.

Let's head back to the stairs with them before the bell rings. Apart from lunch breaks, there are not many people on the street unless they are also mobile classes.

"Captain Column, how was your lecturer today?

Lurking his voice, he throws it at the column captain who will follow him along the way.

It's usually a topic I hear when I get back to the castle, but I ask it on this occasion after corner class. As Arthur also raised his gaze to concern himself, Captain Column told me, "Right......" and then zeroed in small.

"Today the course was to the Ministry of Early Childhood and the second limit was the exercise of the Higher Ministry. Many children, even young, were interested in knights, and there were also well-muscled students in the higher echelons.

As students would be fine with asking, the column captain, who is not a respectful tone even towards me, is just a little fresh.

On the way, regardless of what the story was accidentally about, the captain of the column, who was walking forward, leaned down small when he fumbled to hide his mouth and laughed,... slightly reddened his cheeks. I shouldn't have, maybe it looked like a tease.

I'm just glad to hear it's a little fresh! and I choose words so that the reason is conveyed in haste.

"If you don't mind," please do so off-campus. Because if it's not in public, there's no problem. "

"No, it is!

Originally, as far as I'm concerned, I wanted the Captains of the Column and Style and Arthur to talk without respect.

I laughed because I thought I would be glad to take the opportunity to do so to Captain Column, but on the contrary, I was completely rejected in reverence.... sad.

Captain Column, holding down his respectful mouth with one hand in unintentional fashion, turned away from every face as it was. Instead of being blind to his face, he could clearly see his red ears undisputed in his red-haired mixed hair. Rather red than hair.

Then Style looked at me and Captain Column with a sneered grin and fun. "That's good," he laughs, overlapping words further to Captain Column.

"Then I don't need it either. I can't help but think of Jeanne as a good person."

"Philip, you can't call me either. You're not making fun of Captain Column."

Arthur sighed so that he could smile at the style of his smile, which was not a black grin but filled with pranks.

He still didn't like being made fun of by the esteemed column captain, slapping Pocari lightly on the head of the steer as he said.

As soon as Arthur got angry, Style glances back at him with one hand holding on to his slapped head. He seemed to open his mouth in an attempt to say something plausibly, but when Arthur looked back at him with a thin, cold eye, he stunned his mouth. Conversely, if Captain Column is embarrassed with the sloppy words "refrain from violence," this time Arthur's head will be low.

I turned to Arthur, who apologizes, as if the slapped style would draw my hair back more. It was a stealing move to Arthur, who was taller than me, but within three seconds he found himself "dodged".

When the column captain, whose face was largely calmed by the fire, also turned his eyes to be caught by Arthur's words, the style holding down the black edge of his glasses groaned like a blur and solitary.

"... I just really thought it could be made that way of talking..."

Mutsu, he looked extra young for knowing his usual adult face that he was fourteen years old.

Turning away, they both laughed small at the same time as they immediately figured it out, wondering if it included an apology to Captain Column and Arthur. "Oh, my God," said Arthur, squeaking his best friend's brunette from above, playing Pescilli with one hand without looking back. It's still a little muffled.

Still, when the captain of the column who drew his intentions dived into his voice and said, "I'm afraid," he was honestly apologizing for finally saying, "No, I'm... sorry. Styles that shouldn't be the same as usual are just adorable because they look different. I'm also happy as a sister that Style has more friendly opponents if she really realizes it. ………… just.

"I also really want the three of you to talk to me that way..."

The true meaning, overflowing by accident, clearly reached them in a quiet hallway.

At that point, the movement of the three people, who were in a flaky mode, became tight and dull. That, no, please give me a break... and Captain Column, Stayle and Arthur refuse to overlap me, and I'm more depressed.

After all, all three of them are still afraid of their opponents in the position of next queen, and their faces turn all red with tension while turning them down. Style will hold his mouth in the back of his hand and lean over, Captain Column will cover it with his hand from his mouth and turn away, and Arthur will sink by his arm.

I think this is the first time I've been flabbergasted by them. I often feel like I'm the only one who hasn't been able to get me into their pretty mode circle for some time.

He threw a topic to distract the three of us as I walked.

Still for a while, though the rounded shoulders didn't quite heal.

……

"I'm sorry, Croy. Thanks for picking me up again today."

Four limits are over, and one woman laughs at her brother in the classroom where most students have left school.

When it was time to drop out of school and now it was time to pick up my sister waiting in the classroom, my brother gave it back briefly "naturally," and also held her bag for her. From yesterday's drop out to this morning, she was a sister in strange and good health, but when it was afternoon, she was getting a little less bloody again.

Did you eat properly? and Croy asks, the two of us leave the classroom.

"I'm out of bread. Today, the men's and women's choice classes were mobile classes, but the friendly people in the class carried their bags."

"Suddenly he's the guy? Don't you even care about your sister?

To worry from her brother, she walks down the stairs with her hands on the handrail, laughing that it's okay.

If the student who has suddenly been nice to his sister is a male student, Croy's anxiety cannot be wiped away. Are you sure he's just a good one? And I wanted to suspect it, but I can't even say it strongly to my sister, who is purely pleased that she was treated kindly. Hammer at my sister's words as she talks about today's class in a soft tone afterwards. I just left the school building and my sister said, "How was Croy?" If asked, her shoulder trembled just once.

I realized how my brother had changed, and I said, "Is something wrong?" She was a sister tilting her neck, but Croy bit into her mouth as she rubbed the back of her neck. As far as listening to my sister, I'm not conceited about myself. I also considered a number of excuses, assuming that the rumors were stretching to my sister, because they were also seen by students in the high department in the dining room, but there was no need for them. "Because my sister is not involved with anyone but a kind boy named Powell.

"... nothing. I'm with you yesterday. The class was interesting."

Croy talks about this in the selection class, pointing back to the content of the class.

Besides, my sister laughed with both hands together, listening with pleasure to the obvious. I'm as happy as I am that my brother enjoyed the class.

"Good. Chloe, you had no choice but to accompany your sister, and you would have accompanied her to school, wouldn't you? I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, too, Chloe."

"Nothing... I don't have a choice. I was really interested."

"But at first, you said you weren't even interested in Kroy."

Mmm, and Cloy pointing her lips at her sister's words.

Certainly not. In fact, that's what I said once and poked an invitation from my sister. To make work a priority for my life, and for reasons I can't tell my sister. But now.

……

If you notice, Cloy held down the used trouser pockets over the cloth.

It's a much better reward than earning a job until midnight after this. "It's for today," said a few of the rewards handed in after the pre-bell after lunch break were too much for Croy.

I also thought I could treat you to something delicious for dinner today, but it immediately comes to mind. If I told my sister about this job right now, she'd be worried. It surprises me, and if I suck, I might make you expect it. After a month, I still decide to keep my mouth shut until I get all my work done and get paid.

I don't think Jeanne has decided I haven't been fooled yet.

The humiliation only made his stomach boil for a moment.