l and Maria returned to the Western dormitory to appease a grumbling Lila, who realised Maria and l had a secret date. l quickly wrote up so docunts and headed downstairs for a particular, expected encounter.
Not long after the sun began to set, l parted ways with Maria, along with a reluctant promise to visit tomorrow.
Hearing the location was the Church in the school, l blushed at the idea of doing it there without, but the Witch of Lust shall know no bounds!
Before the ’fun’, however, she headed to the Northern building, a flat, wide building exclusively occupied by the Teacher’s Offices, three eting rooms on each floor, and a Security Monitor Room at the top.
Entering it revealed a sparse corridor, each plate numbered differently.
However, l ignored them and walked to the eting room, which was far right in the corner.
A few knights, dressed in thin armour, attempted to stop her, but they imdiately buzzed off after one look at l’s ’signed’ paper.
"And that concludes today’s report brought by the Student Council Pres... oh."
Hearing the door click, an old teacher with brown hair and sturdy black eyes stared back; the eting halted as all the teachers ’ eyes at the large, round table focused on the door.
The open door revealed l in her pink sumr dress, her bare skin now purified without kiss marks.
"l... Sakura."
The old teacher, seated at the front of the table, stood sternly before l.
What are you doing here, skipping lessons? Marks will be deducted appropriately."
"Oh, hello, teachers!" l saluted exaggeratedly with a grin.
"I’m rely here to fulfill my duty as a Commoner! As the Heiress of the North commanded!"
"Heiress... commanded?"
A breath hitched at the old teacher, as l’s golden eyes squinted at the golden plate at his chest.
Then, curiously, she smiled as she swept over the silver plates at other Teachers’ chests, not spotting a Samantha.
"You must be the new Teacher Head!"
Snapping her gaze back at the ’old-looking dude’, as she claid in her heart, she presented a simple paper.
The Teacher Head, whose na was Vernon Callisto, frowned; a flicker of fear crossed his face despite his strict deanor.
Contents of the paper aside, the Golden Stamp of Dragon in the corner demanded the most attention.
"What... did the Northern Duchess order?"
He mumbled hesitantly; This is not good! Not good at all!
The Monster Incident, where the Students were forced to fend off Monsters, overwheld the teachers with allegations and complaints from the students’ families and students themselves.
If not for their ’justified’ workload allocation for the Student Council President, the staff would not have been much worse off!
Just as the Teacher Head was thinking of how to miraculously throw the bomb known as ’Rosana’ to the student council president, l announced cheerfully.
"So this paper was the Letter of Withdrawal from the Heiress herself!"
"Oh. Yes, Letter of-"
Then, the Teacher Head’s trance was broken.
He blinked; then asked again. "Letter of Withdrawal?"
"Yep! Letter of Withdrawal!"
"Oh, I see. Just a... a What?!"
Screams. Literal screams mixed with groans echoed in the eting Room; so cried tears at the collapsing pressures stemming from this single letter.
l playfully waved the paper, flinging it left and right to the shocked Teacher Head.
"Please face reality! Yes! Rosana, the Heiress, was currently so disappointed at the School’s counterasures that she demanded an imdiate explanation! Otherwise, she shall withdraw from school right this instant!"
"Ah-ah..."
Vernon’s jaw hung wide open; his stern eyes losing all light as despair slipped in.
He was briefly reminded; the Student Council President should, in his imaginary mind, be excellent at diplomacy, maybe enough to appease-
"Oh, and I should remind you that this was a rash decision after Rosana checked in on the Student Council Office!"
l interruped his thought as she tapped an index finger on her chin, recalling the incident like an outsider.
Then, l dropped another bombshell.
"She was outraged by how the President fainted at the desk with a nosebleed!"
She gripped her fist, golden eyes tearing up as l’s lips quivered at her attempt to hold back laughter at the distraught teachers.
"Fortunately, after my healing, she seems to be in a better condition, but couldn’t afford rest because her work seems to have..."
Shooting a hint of glare at the teachers, who all glanced away, l muttered.
"...sohow increased miraculously, as if soone intentionally frontloaded all of the work to her."
The low growl shuddered all the teachers; how could a pink-haired student, rely at the rank of , withhold this much grief and sadness in her tone?
In reality, l rely adopted to sharpen her voice; the application of was always seamless, and was what eluded Nyrel to the spies in the first place.
"Well then, take care! I shall go back to my lectures!"
Plopping the ’Withdrawal Letter’ on the round table, l imdiately scurried off, not offering further explanation.
Vernon gritted his teeth; pitiness lingered as he reluctantly sighed.
"Well then."
He turned to all the others; his stern eyes returned with a newfound motivation.
It was true that the Heiress sought them, even truer that they had burdened a re student for far too long.
"We’ll discuss our Student Council President with the principal further soon after we collect all our docunts from her."
Groaning, he held his head. "I assu everyone agrees."
Unanimously, everyone nodded; so slower than others, but still agreed.
Of course, none knew l had made an utterly blatant lie on their faces.
But the golden stamps shone brilliantly under the cold lamplight; a silent disapproval of any of their argunts.
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"Mmm...."
l stretched as she exited the building; the snow carressing her cheek cooly under the afternoon sun.
"Ehehe..."
She stepped onto the paved path; her face an absolute bliss.
"I’ve too many promises to keep now."
As she walked out of a designated gate, with the guard saluting in an odd respect, she was greeted imdiately with an unexpected guest.
Her golden hair fluttered in the cool breeze; plump red lips curving with interest as her crimson dress hugged the ground beneath her.
"l."
Rosana tilted her head. "Finish your business so early?"
The pink-haired trickist scratched her cheek; a little troubled.
Then, she coughed twice, before putting up a v-sign with her finger; a close gesture to her chest along with a tender blush.
If not for the lack of justification, she would gladly strike another deal with the Heiress!
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