Impressive. Truly a student council president heroine.
Kyelli stood with her arms crossed, her sharp blue eyes never leaving me as if she were still evaluating my worth, or lack thereof. Her posture exuded authority, the kind that demanded respect without saying a word. Even as the air between us grew heavier, she remained unshaken, radiating an almost noble elegance.
Her gaze, calm yet piercing, swept over me from head to toe. It was the kind of look that could strip away any pretense, leaving only raw truth behind. Finally, she spoke.
“The uniform. Today, you’re wearing it properly.”
Her words were simple, but her tone carried weight, as though even the smallest deviation in appearance might warrant judgment. Despite her restrained expression, there was a flicker of approval, however slight, in her eyes.
‘…If I weren’t the max-Charm Lucas but the ugly original protagonist, I wonder what kind of biting remark I would have received here.’
The thought made me chuckle inwardly. It was almost funny how my polished appearance managed to soften even the critical gaze of the ever-dignified student council president. My luck really was boundless.
“It’s thanks to my sister,” I said, offering a casual smile.
Kyelli arched an eyebrow. The look she gave me wasn’t one of admiration but rather skepticism, as if waiting for a confession.
“You didn’t do anything to those female students, did you?”
The sudden accusation caught me off guard. Her words hung in the air, heavier than expected.
“…Weren’t all the misunderstandings cleared up?” I replied, frowning slightly.
Her lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m thankful that you helped the teacher. But I am someone who has to prevent such incidents from happening again at the academy.”
Her voice was firm, yet there was a subtle undertone, something like concern or maybe even unease. I couldn’t tell.
“What if I say I won’t do it again?” I tried, half-jokingly.
But Kyelli wasn’t having any of it. Her eyes narrowed, her tone cooling further.
“Your words carry no significant weight, Lucas. Nothing changes with the guarantee of a D-Rank academy student.”
Her bluntness stung, though I had to admit it wasn’t entirely uncalled for. As things stood, I had little more than my looks to rely on. No influence. No authority. Just charm, and that wasn’t going to win me much favor with someone like her.
“That was… a fair point.”
I kept my voice neutral, but inwardly, I felt a pang of frustration. Still, Kyelli didn’t let up.
“In the academy society, possessing dangerous abilities alone can make you a target for isolation, and even execution. The reason you’re able to talk to me like this now is because the teacher wanted to protect you.”
Execution? Was it really that serious?
Her words sent a chill through me, though I managed to maintain my composure. I’d had my suspicions, but hearing it spelled out so plainly added weight to the unease I’d been trying to ignore.
I thought back to the devil merchant and the promise to keep my powers a secret. It seemed I had been right to err on the side of caution.
“So what happens to me now?” I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the growing knot in my stomach.
Kyelli turned, her expression unreadable.
“Follow me.”
She didn’t explain further, simply expecting me to comply.
We started walking, and with each step, the noise of the academy’s bustling halls faded behind us. At first, I assumed we were headed back to the student council room, but it quickly became clear that wasn’t the case.
The path took us farther and farther away from the main building, winding up small hills that overlooked parts of the campus. The atmosphere grew quieter, almost suffocatingly so.
‘Am I really being taken away?’
The thought crossed my mind more than once as we climbed the final steps toward an unfamiliar building. Its design was different, more imposing and less welcoming than the rest of the campus.
When we entered, the air felt noticeably colder. The hallways were empty, the silence broken only by the sound of our footsteps.
“This is the principal’s office,” Kyelli said at last, stopping in front of a heavy wooden door.
“They will discuss your disposition here.”
Her words sent another jolt through me.
“Disposition…”
The term felt ominous, as if I were about to face sentencing rather than a simple disciplinary meeting.
I tugged at my tie nervously. “Should I go in?”
Kyelli raised a hand. “Wait.”
Her voice softened, though only slightly. She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she examined me.
“Your appearance is a bit disheveled.”
I froze as she reached out, her slender fingers brushing against my tie.
“Uh…”
“Swoosh.”
The sound of fabric shifting seemed unnaturally loud in the silence.
“Stay still,” she ordered, her focus unwavering as she adjusted my tie.
A faint floral scent drifted from her, light but intoxicating. With the slight height difference, I found myself looking down at her, at the delicate features framed by her silver hair and the faint flush dusting her cheeks.
For a split second, the thought crossed my mind.
‘She’s like a bride. The student council president…’
I swallowed hard, pushing the ridiculous notion aside. If I actually said that out loud, she’d probably slap me before throwing me out of the building.
Finally, she stepped back and gave me one last appraising look.
“Mm, that’s fine. Remember to maintain your dignity as an academy student wherever you are.”
“Wasn’t I being taken away?” I half-muttered, unable to help myself.
Kyelli tilted her head, her eyes sharp yet unreadable.
“I wish that were the case.”
The corner of her mouth twitched, was that amusement?
“…Not yet.”
Her cryptic response did little to ease my nerves.
Then, without another word, she turned and knocked twice on the heavy wooden door.
Knock. Knock.
“This is Kyelli. I’ve brought the student,” she announced, her voice perfectly composed.
A deep voice answered from the other side.
“Come in.”
And with that, Kyelli opened the door, stepping aside as if ushering me toward my fate.
I took a breath and stepped inside. This was my first time meeting the academy chairman.
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