Vol. 3 Ch. 4: The Midnight Visitor: Talking About Giddy Ponchi

The student council's work wasn't difficult, but the mental strain was overwhelming.

After finishing her meal and bath, Monica returned to the attic room in the girls' dormitory and collapsed face-first onto her bed.

"Yo, Monica. Rough day?"

Nero climbed onto Monica's back and stepped on her shoulder area with his front paws. It was a little too weak to call a massage, but the feeling of his soft paw pads kneading her back was still pleasant.

Monica closed her eyes blissfully and let out a long sigh.

"...Today, Ashley-sama... worked me to the bone..."

"Ashley? Oh, I get it. The chilly bro who always yells in that shrill voice, right? So how badly did he work you over? Is he stricter than Louis-Louis Rumpapah?"

"Hmm... maybe about one-hundredth as strict as Louis-san."

"Is your classmate a demon?"

Cyril Ashley was curt and abrasive toward Monica, so dealing with him was certainly tiring, but his instruction was thorough. He had made a list of everything she needed to know, and whenever she asked about something she didn't understand, he explained it properly. Cyril was utterly devoted to Felix, so as long as Felix had ordered him to do it, he would take good care of Monica...