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Chapter 33
🕑 Added 2025-06-14 12:07:05 +0000 UTC
Kana and Suri both woke up just before noon. Still drowsy, they washed their faces, changed into their academy uniforms, and made their way to the student cafeteria. Suri worst as she had been casting some spell last night before she slept while using the [Blue Eye Staff].
It was a large hall filled with rows of white rectangular tables, most already occupied by students chatting and eating. Despite the crowd, there was still space for anyone wanting to eat. They had heard that the cafeteria sold meals—but for scholar students like them, a basic, balanced meal was provided free. Anything extra, though, they’d have to pay for themselves.
Suri stared down at her tray—steamed vegetables, a slice of meat, and a piece of bread. “The food’s okay, but it’s too little for my growing body,” she said, glancing down meaningfully at her chest.
“It’s more than enough. You’re just a glutton,” Kana said with a light laugh.
Boris arrived a few minutes later, still yawning as he dropped his tray across from them and slumped into the seat.
“What now?” he asked groggily.
“We stick to the plan,” Kana said firmly. “We need to keep raiding dungeons—but we also have to prioritize our safety, we’ll stick with the low-level dungeons.”
“I did find another low-level dungeon,” Suri said, scooping up some rice. “But it’s a bit far—about half a day’s walk. It’s outside the kingdom’s border, but it’s a marked location.”
“Should we get a horse?” Suri asked, raising a brow.
“We could,” Boris replied, “but it might get stolen, eaten by wild beasts, or just run off. Not worth the risk.”
“Ah—I can fix that!” Suri perked up. She held her palm over her tray. Suddenly, the plate of food shimmered and vanished—then reappeared a moment later. “I can copy the background and cast it over the horse to make it look like nothing’s there.”
“Like a camouflage illusion,” Kana said, impressed. “That’s brilliant.”
“We can even use it on ourselves,” Suri grinned. “Perfect for hiding.”
“Right, it's not required to attend but we must give the list of our courses tomorrow morning to our advisor Wor-en.” Kana remembered.
“We can do the raid on the next day?” Boris suggested.
“Tomorrow, at midnight.” Kana declared.
….
The trio entered the classroom, mostly out of boredom.
“Kana! Suri!” Rin’s voice rang out. She closed her book and rushed over to them, eyes bright with excitement. “Where did you go yesterday? I couldn’t find you anywhere!”
“Well… we were kind of here and there,” Suri said with a forced smile, clearly trying to dodge the question.
Boris, meanwhile, walked over to Adam. The two began chatting more closely than usual, their conversation hushed.
The classroom wasn’t full—some students were missing, as attendance wasn’t mandatory. Adel, the nobleman, was absent, and so was Toby, the exorcist. A few classmates gave nods of acknowledgment as Kana and Suri passed.
“Guess what?” Rin said, eyes bright. “The teacher dropped by earlier. Since we’ve reached the minimum number of students, we can now nominate a class president!”
“Class president?” Suri asked, visibly confused.
Kana sighed and shook her head. “You really didn’t read the student handbook, huh?”
Suri blinked innocently. “There is a handbook?”
“Classes with more than five students have to nominate a representative,” Kana explained. “That person joins the student council and handles organizing events, patrol duties, and other annoying responsibilities. Basically, it’s a headache.”
“We should nominate the noble guy,” Kana said flatly.
“No way,” Suri shot back. “That means he’ll be busy all the time. When am I supposed to stare at him then?”
They both turned to Rin.
“What about her?” Kana asked.
Suri turned to Rin. “How about you, Rin?”
“I-I don’t think I can…” Rin stammered, face turning red. “I can’t talk in front of people and I—I might faint…”
The next day, the classroom was full for the first time. Wor-en stood at the front, eyes scanning the room. He gave a nod.
His eyes rolled around the room before speaking. “Looks like we have everyone today. I’ll begin by collecting your class preferences.”
He called each student up one by one.
“Adam,” Wor-en said. Adam stepped forward and handed over a scroll detailing the classes he’d chosen.
“Andel.” The nobleman walked up confidently. Suri nudged Kana, a small grin playing on her lips—clearly, her summon had been keeping tabs on him.
Scrolls were submitted one after another until all had taken their turn.
“Good. I’m satisfied with your selections,” Wor-en said, rolling the scrolls into a single bundle. “Now, as mentioned yesterday, our copper class has enough students to nominate a representative for the student council.”
“Does anyone wish to make a nomination?” he asked.
Adam raised his hand. “I’d like to nominate Kana.”
Kana’s eyes widened. “What?”
Even Boris looked genuinely surprised, mouthing silently, I had nothing to do with this.
“Your reasoning?” Wor-en asked, his tone neutral.
Adam answered without hesitation. “My skill, [Toughness], lets me resist physical damage and become almost immune to metal weapons. But when Kana hit me, her basic slash drained more than half my strength. That kind of strength isn’t normal—she’s stronger than she looks. I think she could teach something even to the top ranks.”
Kana shot to her feet. “I object.”
Wor-en gave her a brief glance. “Does anyone else object?”
Kana’s gaze darted toward Suri and Boris. Both of them were suddenly very interested in anything but making eye contact.
When no hands were raised, Wor-en nodded. “Unanimous. Then it’s settled. Kana will be the copper class president.”
The class clapped politely. Kana, however, stood frozen in disbelief, annoyance practically radiating off her.
Suri leaned over with a smirk. “Congrats, Madame President.”
Kana sat back down, visibly annoyed.
“I will give all your final schedule on Monday, I’ll submit this to our principal first.” Wor-en said, dismissing their meeting, his eyes rolled out to Kana, “Kana follow me. You will have your first meeting with the student councils, new and old.
Kana grunted in response but followed Wor-en. She signalled to Suri and Boris though that their plan laters would still go.
….
“Go to that right door there—that’s the exclusive student council room,” Wor-en said, pointing to the end of the second-floor hall. “I have to visit the principal. Good luck.”
With that, he turned and walked away, heading toward the principal’s office at the opposite end.
Kana, adjusting her uniform slightly, took a deep breath and made her way to the door. It looked unassuming, but the atmosphere around it was oddly heavy—as if expectations themselves were waiting behind it.
She opened the door and stepped inside.
It was a modest room—simple walls, a large rectangular table at the center, and eight students seated around it. Their conversation halted immediately as all eyes turned to her.
At the center of the table sat a girl with long, silver hair past her shoulders, her expression relaxed. She wore ceremonial robes of white and crimson, clearly tailored for status and presence. She was only an inch or two taller than Kana, but her aura made her feel years older.
“Finally,” the silver-haired girl said with a warm smile, “another young girl like me.” She straightened slightly in her seat. “Our last member has arrived. I’m Elle York, [Priest] class, third year, gold. I currently serve as the student council head. Please, have a seat.”
Kana stepped forward calmly. “Kana, [Ranger] class from copper. First year.”
She moved to the only empty seat—at the edge of the table and sat. Her eyes scanned the room briefly. Among the faces, she spotted one she recognized: Leo, who nodded at her with a neutral but respectful greeting.
Elle gestured lightly across the table. “We’ve heard of you. We try to keep tabs on promising new students.”
Kana remained silent, her posture straight, gaze focused. I thought copper class is for dropout students?
“This,” Elle continued, motioning to the others, “is your student council. You’ll get to know each of us in time, but for now, we’re here to talk about duties.”
This will end before midnight, right?
A boy with sleek glasses and a calm expression spoke next. “I’m Jorge, a [Mage] third year, silver class. We will now continue, Logistics and Inventory,” he said. “Shaun and Mot will help us track student-requested supplies, monitor unauthorized dungeon tools and artefacts, and assist in weekly gear inspections.”
Jorge continued, “For patrol shifts. As tradition, it will be divided by second and first year classes, and the second year will be the head in charge.”
“Elle and I will be organizing the annual event that will happen in the latter part of the year.”
“Since we have one extra person this time..” He grinned as he fixed his eyeglasses, “We can have Kana in charge of monthly charity work.”
Some of the members of the student council groaned, and swayed their heads as they looked pitiful at Kana.
It's one of those pain in the ass work right?
