The Archmage in the Basement (4)

Chairwoman Sylvia abruptly announced that we were going on an expedition tonight.

Claire, that thoughtless idiot, let out a cheerful “Yay—!”

“G-going on an expedition is a little...”

Senior Thomas turned deathly pale.

“If it’s the old Alchemy Department building... that’s a restricted area...”

“Did you know? This old library was originally a restricted area too, but the senior members of the Ghost Story Research Club and I stepped up and fought tooth and nail to win it as our clubroom~”

I’d bet that, for the achievement of securing this clubroom, Chairwoman Sylvia—who must have been a freshman at the time—contributed more than 90 percent. It was obvious without even looking.

“Ugh—an expedition sounds like a pain.”

Since Senior Thomas had cast a vote against it, I subtly voiced my own opposition as well.

“Can’t we just read the thesis a little longer here, then go back and sleep?”...