The Other Side of the Last Boss

The commotion seemed to be in the direction of my class.

There was a crowd, but it moved on.

"What happened?

Ask Tiliza, who is sighing outside the classroom.

"Oh, are you back?"

Tiliza had an unexpected expression.

Apparently, he thought I had sunk it and couldn't get it back together.

"You can still stand being a tough guy."

Iris is impressed too.

"Whatever you say happened, all I'm saying is, as you can see,"

The tip Tiliza pointed to is the emergency room.

"It's a foolish place."

"There are times when a man has to move on, even if he knows it's a trap."

I hear voices like that from the gallery.

Apparently, the material ran out and it's already due.

They were more likely to regret it.

"I don't mind that. One special idiot is here, so we're just making a little noise."

"Special idiot?

"Special Parents, huh?"

"What? The king is here."

King Richard II of the Kingdom of Britons.

Needless to say, he is the father of Euphoria.

A peek inside the classroom shows the king sitting in his seat.

The Kingsguards surrounded the area.

That would be a fuss if the king came.

"There may not be another opportunity like this," he said.

"I don't think you have to."

"I mean, why don't we just eat at home"

Iris answered looking tired.

I guess I never thought I'd get caught up in a treatment at an event like this.

The king is already experienced in murderous cooking.

Besides, I don't have to bother going to the school festival.

You could eat at home or at the castle.

"So, what are you guys doing?"

"You detoxify, you organize people. And then evacuate."

It's a measure that won't happen in case you eat that dish.

The wise do not come near danger.

In the classroom, Euphiria cooked with her nose singing.

Ethan, the original chef, is an assistant with dead eyes.

No, everyone in the classroom looks like a dead man.

"Ugh. Father, I can't believe you're here."

Euphiria speaks in a good mood.

"Wahaha. I'm just here to see how you're doing. When I heard Euphoria was cooking, she couldn't stay here or stand."

I think it's already unusual for a king of one country to come to his daughter's school festival with patience.

I'm not wearing a lot of disguise.

"If it's okay once in a while, I'll cook."

In that word of Euphiria, the soldiers of the escort harden.

"I'm going to make a lot of dancing for everyone."

"Hi, I was wondering if it might be very preferable for the princess to stand in the kitchen."

Gordorf, the Knight Commander who was following the escort, hurries to tell.

"That's what they all say, keep me from standing in the kitchen."

Euphiria makes a strange face.

"If they are the work of the supplicants. It's not the princess's role."

"But when I say that, adventurers and brave men aren't the princesses either."

"Th, That is…….."

Godolph gets into words.

You can't say you're not talented.

"Ugh. Just kidding."

Euphiria tongues out teh heh.

"Come on. This time it's self-confidence. Seafood Soup Pasta"

Euphiria offers her father a delicious dish.

"I had a chance to eat seafood pasta the other day. I wanted to make one of those."

Maybe I saw the same dish.

Cuisine eaten at the restaurant in Dabram, capital of the Kingdom of Island.

But on the plate that was served in front of King Britton, there was a dish that I didn't remember.

I see something like a fish bone.

The color is blue, but what color is this?

It is depriving me of my appetite in the blue phase.

Definitely willing to kill.

"Oh, this looks good."

Impossible words pop out of Richard II's mouth.

Doesn't look like an act.

All the soldiers in the escort are turning a blind eye.

Richard II does not hesitate to include pasta in his mouth.

"Whoa, whoa."

Richard II screams.

And I'm going to stick with the pasta.

"No remorse in my life."

With that said, it collapsed as it were - and Gordorf subtly supported it where it was.

"Oh, Father, what's wrong?

Euphiria talks to her father, but she's already unconscious.

I was ascending no matter what I saw.

He also looks pale.

Is this the parent?

I was in awe.

I don't want to imitate it at all.

"Oh, perhaps having eaten the dishes of Master Euphilia has satisfied me. I was wondering if my daily fatigue had gotten worse."

Gordorf made an unlikely inference.

"That's right... Then you didn't have to come all the way here."

Really.

"Nor can His Majesty leave it like this. We'll excuse ourselves."

Godolph and the others say so and put Richard II on a stretcher and he leaves.

Only escape from this dangerous battlefield.

"Hi Refresh."

Iris trivially removes poison.

Gordorf lowers his head to Iris.

By the way, there's still pasta left.

"Move a little while now……………"

Tiriza grabs my arm and tries to walk away.

"Hey."

"I still have your job. It's that process."

"Why are you doing my job…………."

"Speaking of which, he must be your husband."

If you ask me, I would have set that up.

I forgot, and Tiriza just figured it out.

"Oh, Ashtar, where have you been?

Shit.

Euphoria found me.

Tiliza takes a distance from me.

I tried not to get involved.

"I would have promised to go around the school festival with everyone today"

"Ah, oh. There's a lot going on..."

I have a sticky face.

"I hope we got too busy unexpectedly. Well, eat this one last time."

Euphiria is in a good mood to offer her earlier pasta.

"If you eat that, you'll be excused from cleaning up."

Tiliza says that, but it doesn't matter how she sees it.

But there was no exit for me.

I handled all the blue mystery pasta.

So the school festival is safe? It's over.

Even if we were to make another offering next year, this class would be banned from cooking.

No, ban me.

And I went to bed for a few days.