That evening, Orson returned to the dormitory and noticed the light in Litte’s room was still on. He opened the door to Litte’s room.
Litte was sitting at his desk, reading a book by lamplight. Quietly, Orson approached and glanced at the contents of the book—it appeared to be related to his coursework.
Orson gently tapped Litte on the shoulder.
Litte jumped in surprise, then quickly turned to look at Orson.
“Oh, it’s you, Orson. You scared ...” Litte let out a sigh of relief. “You’re back?”
“Mm.” Orson nodded. “Studying so hard? Reading late into the night?”
“Of course!” Litte nodded. “I am your... brother. If I don’t work hard and end up doing poorly on exams, people will talk behind my back.”
“You don’t need to worry about what others think, and rankings aren’t everything,” Orson said. “One day, you’ll surpass , and when that happens, those who looked down on you will naturally shut their mouths.”
“I hope so...” Litte sighed. Then, as if catching a strange scent, she suddenly stood up and sniffed carefully around Orson. She frowned.
“Uh... what’s wrong?” Orson asked, puzzled by Litte’s odd behavior.
“Orson, you went to a banquet tonight, didn’t you?”
“Mm.” Orson nodded.
Litte caught a faint whiff of alcohol from Orson, but there was also another scent—sothing unfamiliar, not belonging to him.
“Orson, did you get really close to another woman?”
“No, of course not.” Orson quickly shook his head. “At a banquet, it’s inevitable to brush past so ladies. Maybe their perfu rubbed off on my clothes?”
“Oh?” Litte squinted her eyes but eventually nodded. “I see, so that’s how it is.”
She then sat back down.
“Who hosted the banquet tonight?”
“Uh, it was Louis Bonaventura, the president of the Silver Moon Trading Company,” Orson replied.
“Silver Moon Trading Company...” Hearing this na, Litte felt it sounded sowhat familiar. “Ah! That’s the company Celineina is part of, right?”
“Yes.” Orson nodded.
“So, did you et Celineina?”
“I did. We even chatted for a bit.”
“Ugh, if I had known, I would’ve asked you to thank Celineina for ,” Litte said with a sigh.
Celineina had given her so much money. Although it was likely because of Orson’s influence, Litte still felt the need to express her gratitude.
“It’s fine. You can thank her the next ti you et,” Orson said as he prepared to leave. “Litte, I’m heading back to my room. Don’t stay up too late—you’ll tire yourself out.”
“Mm-hmm.” Litte nodded.
—
The next afternoon, Orson held a Student Council eting in the office.
Due to conflicting schedules among the council mbers, the eting had been delayed until now. Finally, they managed to gather everyone for a discussion.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” Orson said, seated at the head of the table, addressing the council mbers.
In addition to the President, Vice President, and Executive Director elected on the first day, three additional mbers had been appointed, forming a nine-mber Student Council leadership team.
The Disciplinary Departnt and Living Affairs Departnt were under the Executive Director’s jurisdiction, while the Liaison Departnt and Public Relations Departnt were overseen by the Vice President. The Office and Planning Departnt were managed by the President.
“Ahem. First of all, this is our first full Student Council eting. As we begin a new sester and a new Student Council term, we...”
During the eting, Orson assigned responsibilities to each departnt and discussed plans for recruiting new mbers.
After the eting, only three people remained in the office: Orson, Elsa, and Olivia.
“Classmate Elsa, as the head of the Office, this departnt will be your responsibility moving forward.”
“Mm.” Elsa nodded.
The Office was one of the most critical departnts within the Student Council. It coordinated communication between internal departnts and planned internal events.
anwhile, Executive Director Manuel had already started preparing tasks for the Disciplinary Departnt.
The Disciplinary Departnt, being one of the most significant departnts in the council, needed to be established quickly to fulfill its role. This would also enhance Manuel’s resu as the Executive Director, which was why he was out recruiting people despite the heavy rain.
“Speaking of which, Manuel, the Executive Director, is truly diligent,” Orson remarked with admiration.
“Of course,” Olivia said with a smile. “The Disciplinary Departnt is the most high-profile departnt. If he doesn’t do a good job, he’ll end up with a bad reputation.”
“Still, the academy’s discipline does need so serious attention,” Elsa agreed with a nod.
“You know, how is it that so sons of dukes are so outstanding, while others are like worms hiding in the shadows, scheming against people?” Olivia said, her words seemingly carrying a hidden aning.
“Well, I wouldn’t know.” Orson also understood the aning behind Olivia’s words.
Everyone knew that Tyril’s family was from the Napolis Duchy. To say that the events involving Tyril had absolutely nothing to do with the Napolis Duchy was simply impossible.
“Speaking of which,” Elsa said at that mont, “yesterday, I heard that Young Master Donny invited Young Master Litte to a al.”
“Ah?” Orson’s expression turned to one of surprise. “But Litte didn’t ntion it to .”
“If Litte has to report to you every ti he goes out for a al, now that would be strange,” Olivia remarked.
“But Donny is from the Florence family…” Orson muttered, then stood up.
“Thank you for telling this, Classmate Elsa.” With that, he imdiately left the Student Council office and headed toward the dormitory.
This is no joke—Donny is one of the people I’m keeping a close eye on. Tyril was most likely acting under his orders when he harassed Litte. There’s no way I’m letting him get close to Litte.
Besides, I just had a confrontation with Donny last night. Our relationship can’t exactly be described as friendly—it’s more like outright hostility.
—
After Orson left, Elsa and Olivia exchanged glances.
“If you knew about this first, why did you let tell Orson?”
“Because I don’t want Orson to know how much I pay attention to Litte,” Olivia smiled.
“I don’t get you,” Elsa shook her head as she stood up. “By the way, is it alright if I delay recruitnt for a week?”
Aphro had calculated that a week later would be the most suitable ti.
“It’s fine.” Olivia nodded. “Looking forward to working with you, Your Highness.”
“Mm.” Elsa didn’t say much more and left the office.
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