Chapter 16
Student Council Room.
Thanks to being cleaned up and organized, it became a livable place.
Here, Ellie sat with a calm Posture and moved her quill. Every time the Demon Girl’s quill moved, she completed festival-related documents one by one.
Meeting minutes, expense reports, result reports. External official documents, Student satisfaction surveys.
The practical work of the Student Council proceeded Neatly under the Demon Girl’s touch.
If this black-and-white girl hadn’t been in the Student Council, would a Student Council that successfully concluded the festival have even existed?
Because someone had to do the practical work.
“Ellie! Ellie! Look at this!”
Pastel ran around the room.
A folded Paper Airplane was in her hand. The airplane flew acrobatically with her hand movements.
“Swoosh!”
The airplane flew, drawing a flashy trajectory. And it flew toward Ellie.
“Thwack!”
The Paper Airplane poked Ellie’s head. Her Black Hair was disheveled.
“Uwaah!”
Pastel exaggerated her surprise.
“The airplane crashed!”
The airplane shook according to her hand movements.
“Save Me! It’s a super ultra airplane, so it didn’t Explode, but it got stuck in her head!”
Uwaah.
Pastel seemed To be Astonished, then took a half-step to the side before putting on a Serious Expression.
“Don’t worry! The Rescue team is here! Please Wait a moment! Rescue team, Scramble!”
She piloted a new Paper Airplane with her other hand.
“Swoosh!”
An acrobatic Flight was coming.
Swoosh.
Suddenly, Ellie’s hand grabbed the airplane stuck in her own head.
Huh?
Her hand moved quickly, and the Paper Airplane was thrown.
The airplane made a Rapid Sprint through the room. It passed through the open window with a clean trajectory, then rode the wind Outdoors and flew far away.
Swoosh.
“Wow!”
Pastel’s Eyes Widened.
She looked back at Ellie.
“Ellie! Ellie! You have a talent for this?! I’ll fold the airplanes for you! We’re going to polish our skills!”
For the victory in the Paper Airplane Competition!
Since the only participants are Ellie and I, it’s a decisive battle for the top right away!
I, Pastel, will not lose!
Ellie indifferently organized the documents. The documents were tapped on the table, Neatly arranged, and handed over to Pastel.
“Review and Approve them.”
Pastel paused.
“Ah, you’re done?”
She looked over the documents.
“Wow, as expected of Ellie. It’s systematic and elegant.”
Ellie looked at her with the tense Gaze of someone looking at a Superior.
Pastel’s hand, which had been roughly skimming and flipping through, pulled out the expense report. She handed it to Ellie.
“This one is rejected. The figures are wrong.”
Her finger pointed to where the sum of the figures was incorrect.
When Ellie checked, her pupils trembled.
“H-how do you catch all of these?”
Pastel stamped the Approval Stamp on the remaining documents.
And pointing at herself, she shouted Triumphantly.
“Pastel, the Top Scorer in the Written Exam!”
A child with only a good head who scored 0 points in the Combat Practical.
Hehe.
Ellie looked at her with an uncomprehending Gaze before taking the rejected document.
“I’ll do it again.”
“Yeah.”
Oh yeah, work is done.
It was so hard.
Pastel cleared away the paper airplanes and lay down on the sofa, singing La-la-la.
“I am the Top Scorer in the Written Exam.”
My brain is too good.
“But I’m bad at fighting~.”
During her singing, the sound of knocking on the door rang out.
Knock, knock.
Huh?
Ellie, who had been moving her quill, Stood Up and opened the door.
The visitor was a small-built First-year Student. The First-year Student was Pale and trembling at the lips.
Ellie greeted the guest.
“What’s the matter?”
“A g-ghost in the d-Dormitory.”
Oh?
The First-year Student grew even paler while speaking. Ellie comforted the guest and brought out Warm tea.
“Didn’t you mishear? People don’t become ghosts when they die. They return to nature.”
“B-but I definitely heard a presence in the middle of the night. Something was roaming around the corridor.”
Ellie calmly refuted.
“Then wouldn’t it be a person? That’s more likely than a ghost.”
“That’s…”
The First-year Student gradually calmed down.
“I-is that so? I Think you’re right. Right, it must be a person.”
Huh?
Pastel jumped up from the sofa.
She approached the two with Confident steps.
Step, step, step.
Gazes gathered on her.
Pastel opened her mouth with a Serious Face.
“Ghosts do exist.”
Dun-dun.
Pastel declared.
“Heeek!”
The First-year Student turned Pale again.
#
Pastel took the First-year Student and headed to the Old Dormitory.
Dormitories were not assigned uniformly to everyone.
Marquis Excellency Pastel Lovecraft received Personal Quarters.
Melissa, the daughter of the Border Count in Charge of the Great Forest, also received fairly good Personal Quarters, though not as good as Pastel’s.
However, the situation wasn’t that good for most.
Real estate on Sky Island is expensive. The budget wasn’t generous enough to provide Personal Quarters to students who were mostly Collateral Branch members, Illegitimate children, and Commoners.
Still, fortunately, because it had the Remnants of an Officer Training School, the Group Dormitories themselves were sufficient.
This place was exactly one of those Group Dormitories. It was a multi-story building structured with individual rooms located along the corridor.
“Wow, so it looks like this.”
Pastel looked around briskly.
It’s quite Shabby, but the Cleaning is neat.
The First-year Student followed, shivering. A Trembling Gaze scanned the corridor aimlessly.
“A-are there really ghosts?”
Pastel smiled brightly.
“Of Course! I guarantee it!”
Absolute certainty.
“Heeek!”
The First-year Student turned Pale.
Pastel cupped both hands around her mouth and shouted.
“Mr. Ghost! Are you there?!”
“Heeeeek!”
“Mr. Ghost! Mr. Ghost! We can be friends!”
The First-year Student trembled.
“I-I don’t want to be friends.”
Pastel smiled brightly.
“I want to be, so it’s fine!”
The First-year Student turned Pale. They looked as if they were about To Stop breathing.
Huh.
“Are you okay? Is it that scary? If you’re scared, you can go back. I’ll let you know the results later.”
“Uh! Uh! Got it!”
The First-year Student’s face lit up, and he or she Hurriedly ran away.
Aw, Mr. Ghost will be sad.
“Mr. Ghost! Don’t be sad! You have me! Friend Friend!”
Footsteps were heard.
Oh? Mr. Ghost?
From the end of the corridor, a male Student with a Sturdy physique like an Upperclassman walked over.
Leonard Tyler.
First-year students swarmed behind him.
Wow, Playing Leader, are we.
Leonard spotted Pastel. He Flinched, then approached and stopped walking.
“What are you? Why are you here?”
“Hi, do you live here?”
Leonard frowned.
“Do you Think I’d live in this kind of Old-fashioned Dormitory? It’s a place where riff-raff live.”
Oh.
It’s the Accommodation of other friends. Is it okay to disparage it like that?
Glancing behind them, a few people looked uncomfortable. However, perhaps Overwhelmed by his authority, they looked intimidated rather than angry.
Oh my.
“You shouldn’t act like that Among Friends.”
Leonard looked back at the kids following him and chuckled.
“What friends?”
And he shook his head.
“Ah, whatever! I can’t communicate with someone like you. Let’s go, you guys!”
Leonard hurried his steps and walked away. The First-year students followed.
My, my.
There’s really always a kid like that.
Pastel let out a deep sigh.
Then she paused after smelling a Sweet Scent.
Magic stone scent?
But Magic stones usually don’t smell this strong. It’s some kind of processed scent.
The Sweet Scent scattered quickly like perfume.
Pastel looked back at Leonard, who was likely the cause.
Her intuition went Flap-Flap.
You guys are committing a Misdeed, aren’t you?
Could the ghost presence also be your fault in the middle of the night?
Pastel chased after them. She grabbed the arm of a First-year Student following Leonard and ran back the other way.
“I’ll borrow one Subordinate!”
“What?!”
She ignored Leonard, who had his Subordinate stolen, and ran.
“Let’s go, Friend!”
She turned the corner and headed to a shaded spot. Upon reaching a shaded spot, she Let Go of the grabbed arm.
Dustin, who had been dragged along, let out rough breaths.
Pastel smiled brightly when their eyes met.
“Hi, Friend. We meet again.”
“U-uh.”
He had a bewildered expression.
“By any chance,”
She approached and whispered.
“Is Leonard committing some kind of Misdeed?”
Dustin Flinched at the sweet voice, and avoiding her Gaze, he took a step back.
I knew it! I knew it!
“I-I don’t know.”
Dustin blushed and twisted his body slightly.
“Aw, don’t be like that.”
Pastel took two steps closer. The distance narrowed rapidly. Their shadows mixed.
The startled Dustin backed away. His back touched the wall. A shadow fell between the two.
Pastel pressed in close as if about to touch him and tilted her head.
“Aren’t we friends? Are we strangers? Were we strangers? Really…?”
The girl’s Whispering created a soft breath. A Faint warmth drifted through the air and touched the boy.
Dustin’s ears flushed bright red.
The boy shrank back and clung to the wall as if to Escape. His Gaze avoided the girl and looked at a Distant Place.
“F-Friend…”
The boy’s lips trembled as he muttered.
“We are…”
Pastel smiled brightly.
“Wow!”
You were my friend after all!
Oh yeah.
#
Magic Stone Stimulant.
After the festival, stimulants of unknown origin circulated
It spread among upperclassmen who frequently took Combat missions, but it was also spreading to first-year students centered around Renard.
Drug Abuse?
Uwaah, a Serious Issue.
“Such a Bad Thing!”
Pastel awkwardly expressed outrage, a Complex and Subtle feeling.
“You shouldn’t rely on power like a Magic Stone Stimulant! You have to polish your own pure strength!”
Oh my.
Why does my conscience prick the more I speak.
Oh?
The past flashed brightly, recalling the pink girl nom-nomming Meat Pudding.
After that, the memory of nom-nomming Magic stones Popped up.
Is it an illusion that someone comes to mind whose body gets stronger every time they eat a Magic stone thanks to the Demon King’s legacy?
O-oing.
What is the difference between a Magic stone and a Magic Stone Stimulant?
Pastel, the Top Scorer in the Written Exam, doesn’t know.
Pastel whistled awkwardly.
“A-anyway, Drug Abuse is unacceptable for the Student Council! It’s an On-Site Raid!”
Aja Aja.
Time flew by.
When night fell, Pastel lay in Ambush in the garden near the Dormitory.
She snapped off a leafy Tree Branch, held it in both hands, and achieved a Perfect Disguise.
“…Hmm, well, it’s just kids.”
Pastel Flinched.
“I-I know it’s a funny Disguise. But how can I Hide perfectly in the garden with a Pink-Pink Appearance?”
Even so, it’s not a life-threatening matter, and she didn’t want To Dirty her clothes and body.
“Hmm.”
“If you keep doing that, I’ll Roll Around on the dirt floor and make a ton of Laundry.”
Oh?
Come to Think of it, wouldn’t that be fun?
Pastel’s expression brightened.
“You can’t do that.”
The Demon hastily put on a Serious Face.
Hmph.
A little later, a First-year Student who seemed to be a customer proceeded To Enter the moonlit garden.
Looking around.
From the other side, Leonard’s Group appeared and approached.
The customer handed over a Heavy pouch, his face tense. Leonard’s Subordinate received the pouch, examined it, and nodded.
Leonard smirked and tilted his chin. Another Subordinate took out a small box and handed it to the customer.
Crows cawed, caw-caw.
It’s a Perfect Crime Scene that would make even the Mafia cry.
Pastel jumped up.
“Caught red-handed!”
Gazes gathered Suddenly. Their faces panicked rapidly.
Pastel ran over and stopped.
“The Righteous Student Council is making an Appearance here!”
The leafy Tree Branch aimed at the criminals.
“I will be your Referee!”
Leonard looked at her with a Dumbfounded Expression.
“What the.”
“Student Council!”
“No, no.”
Leonard looked dumbfounded, then shook his head. He frowned deeply.
He glared at Pastel.
“Hey, what are you trusting to step up like this? Can’t you see our Personnel numbers? Why don’t you just pretend you didn’t see anything and leave?”
His thumb pointed at his Subordinates. The first-year students looked at their boss with blank expressions.
Blank.
Gasp.
Completely threatening.
Is this the feeling of the Police facing the Mafia?
But it’s okay.
“What am I trusting?”
Pastel tossed the Tree Branch away.
She pointed at herself with her hand.
“Talent.”
Hehe.
Would I really lose to them?
Leonard’s mouth dropped open. He seemed To Be Flabbergasted, then looked back at his Subordinates.
“No, what kind of nonsense is that, why are you guys persuaded?”
The convinced Subordinates hastily avoided their boss’s Gaze.
“No, you guys! Aren’t you going to Change your expressions?! Ah, whatever! Hand Over the stimulant!”
Leonard snatched the box. He took out a pill and tossed it into his mouth.
Huh.
Pastel’s Eyes Widened.
Is it okay to just eat it like that?
Leonard let out a pained groan. He rolled up both sleeves and revealed his forearms. His blood vessels swelled and pulsated.
O-oh?
His glaring pupils glared at Pastel.
“Last time, the Shield was too old-fashioned, so I got beaten because it got crushed in one Punch, but.”
Leonard crushed the Stimulant Box with both hands.
Noises rang out in Succession.
As he dusted off his hands, Wood Debris poured down.
“Not this time.”
The Subordinates cheered. Then they looked at Pastel with Confident expressions.
Oh?
Pastel paused to Think, then scanned the garden floor. She found a Discarded Iron Fork and picked it up.
She raised the fork high.
“Fork!”
She crushed the fork forcefully with both hands. A Bizarre noise rang out. The contents transformed into a ball shape.
She lifted the completed iron ball.
“Not a fork!”
The iron ball sparkled in the moonlight.
Leonard’s and his Group’s mouths dropped open.
The confidence disappeared from the Subordinates' eyes, and they Became Blank/Dazed again.
Leonard alternately looked at the box he had crushed and the thing that was no longer a fork.
He weighed it with his own hands and muttered.
“No, damn it, that’s Fraud…”
An unfair voice rang out in the garden.
Caw-caw.
A little later, Pastel was able to Receive the boxes.
“The Righteous Student Council will carry out a Full Confiscation!”
Her Resolute Gaze stared straight at the Criminal Group.
“Don’t rely on things like drugs from now on, friends! Skill must be built through Honest Effort!”
Got it?
Ahem.
And she packed the boxes and returned, singing La-la-la.
Magic Stone Stimulant?
In the end, isn’t a Magic stone the raw material?
Hehe, it’s gold.
I should eat it all.
Oh yeah.