There were five women inside the dimly lit room.
It was noon, and yet the window was covered with an opaque curtain to avoid any attention.
「Then Ataraxia student council, begin the usual.」
A purple haired woman with sharp gaze was sitting on the chair at the back of the long table. The Ataraxia uniform she was wearing was tightly containing her very curvy body.
In front of that woman was a long stretching desk. Two women were sitting at each side. Sitting at the right were Clayda and Elma. At the left were Lunorlla and Ramza.
Glaring domineeringly at the four of them was the student council president Zelcyone. The existence who ruled at the top of all Ataraxia students.
Clayda whose right eye was covered by an eye patch stared at the document in her hand.
「First is from me. I have researched who is worthy to become the student council president next term.」
「Report.」
「Yes. Currently Zelcyone-sama is far and away the best candidate. It’s expected that you will be elected again next year.」
「Are you telling this me to repeat a year of school?」
「Eh? Aren’t you already……gueh!」
Elma elbowed the side of Clayda who almost said it. Elma ignored the writhing Clayda and continued the report.
「Zel-sama, this is in the end just the hope of the students. It’s the proof of just how popular Zelcyone-sama is.」
「Fumu, however it’s also impossible for me to continue occupying the seat of student council president forever. Even I am at my sixth year, no, is it the seventh year this year?」
Elma smiled sweetly. Her fluffy white hair fluttered.
「My, it’s rare for Zel-sama to not remember something clearly. Are you perhaps feeling tired?」
「Yeah……recently there are times when my memory just feel hazy. As I thought, perhaps it’ll be the right time soon for me to retire……is there anyone suitable to be my successor?」
Lunorrla who had a large scar on her face timidly peered on the paper in her hand.
「Err……the candidates that the student council are currently observing are the second year of the first group Hyakurath-san and Grace-san who is also in the same class……both of them are excellent student. Their reputation among the students is also good and there is no denying that they are promising candidates.」
Clayda got up while her hands were pressed on her side.
「Elma……what’re, you……doing」
Clayda glared resentfully. Elma looked back at her in surprise.
「My, Clayda. I was surprised that you suddenly fainted. Perhaps I failed to hold back enough?」
「Shit, I’ll remember this……i-in our opinion, Hyakurath is highly capable. Besides Grace is too young. The difference in ability between her and Zelcyone-sama is too wideguah!」
Elma kept her gaze facing Zelcyone as she swung her hand. That hand had already grasped a hammer without anyone noticing. Clayda’s body slammed on the wall and sunk in.
Zelcyone gazed on the document that was handed to her and narrowed her eyes.
「Certainly Hyakurath is above based on ability alone. However, I feel more promise from Grace in respect to their caliber to be the leader standing on the top.」
Elma, Lunorlla, and Ramza raised their voices oooh. Clayda was apparently unconscious.
Elma tilted her head and smiled.
「Then, in the next election……」
Zelcyone nodded quietly.
Ramza clapped and raised her voice brightly.
「Then I guess this topic is taken care of with this? The next topic is……err」
Lunorrla frowned.
「Was there, any other……topic?」
「Yep. It’s about those guys from the newspaper club. It seems that their next special article will feature the student council. Or rather, it’ll apparently feature president.」
「Hou, this me? What kind of article it is?」
Ramza took out a paper that had been torn apart and taped together back again. It was unknown where she had gotten it from.
「Err, exposing the darkness of the student council president who rule Ataraxia from behind the scene! The mysterious harem that Zelcyone build! And then, the true age of the student council president! That’s the article!」
The room fell silent.
「Errrr, eh? What’s wrong everyone? Clayda too has been really quiet from some time ago.」
Clayda’s head kept hanging down with her body still buried into the wall.
Elma asked with a trembling voice. Blood veins pulsed on her forehead.
「Zel-sama, what is your order? Should I deal with them?」
Zelcyone’s lips sported a sadistic smile.
「Interesting. Let’s have an early look at what kind of article they have over there.」
Zelcyone stood up from her chair and looked around at her elite guards, the Quartum. One was being embedded on the wall.
「It’s a good chance. Let’s get dressed up and give a courtesy call to the newspaper club.」
A magic circle formed on Zelcyone’s eye.
And then several days later.
There wasn’t any article about Zelcyone in the newspapers that the newspaper club distributed. Instead an article that conveyed every single bit of Grace’s charm was published.
After that from then, the newspaper club’s activity changed to become the PR agency of the student council in practice.
There were five women inside the dimly lit room.
It was noon, and yet the window was covered with an opaque curtain to avoid any attention.
「Then Ataraxia student council, begin the usual.」
A purple haired woman with sharp gaze was sitting on the chair at the back of the long table. The Ataraxia uniform she was wearing was tightly containing her very curvy body.
In front of that woman was a long stretching desk. Two women were sitting at each side. Sitting at the right were Clayda and Elma. At the left were Lunorlla and Ramza.
Glaring domineeringly at the four of them was the student council president Zelcyone. The existence who ruled at the top of all Ataraxia students.
Clayda whose right eye was covered by an eye patch stared at the document in her hand.
「First is from me. I have researched who is worthy to become the student council president next term.」
「Report.」
「Yes. Currently Zelcyone-sama is far and away the best candidate. It’s expected that you will be elected again next year.」
「Are you telling this me to repeat a year of school?」
「Eh? Aren’t you already……gueh!」
Elma elbowed the side of Clayda who almost said it. Elma ignored the writhing Clayda and continued the report.
「Zel-sama, this is in the end just the hope of the students. It’s the proof of just how popular Zelcyone-sama is.」
「Fumu, however it’s also impossible for me to continue occupying the seat of student council president forever. Even I am at my sixth year, no, is it the seventh year this year?」
Elma smiled sweetly. Her fluffy white hair fluttered.
「My, it’s rare for Zel-sama to not remember something clearly. Are you perhaps feeling tired?」
「Yeah……recently there are times when my memory just feel hazy. As I thought, perhaps it’ll be the right time soon for me to retire……is there anyone suitable to be my successor?」
Lunorrla who had a large scar on her face timidly peered on the paper in her hand.
「Err……the candidates that the student council are currently observing are the second year of the first group Hyakurath-san and Grace-san who is also in the same class……both of them are excellent student. Their reputation among the students is also good and there is no denying that they are promising candidates.」
Clayda got up while her hands were pressed on her side.
「Elma……what’re, you……doing」
Clayda glared resentfully. Elma looked back at her in surprise.
「My, Clayda. I was surprised that you suddenly fainted. Perhaps I failed to hold back enough?」
「Shit, I’ll remember this……i-in our opinion, Hyakurath is highly capable. Besides Grace is too young. The difference in ability between her and Zelcyone-sama is too wideguah!」
Elma kept her gaze facing Zelcyone as she swung her hand. That hand had already grasped a hammer without anyone noticing. Clayda’s body slammed on the wall and sunk in.
Zelcyone gazed on the document that was handed to her and narrowed her eyes.
「Certainly Hyakurath is above based on ability alone. However, I feel more promise from Grace in respect to their caliber to be the leader standing on the top.」
Elma, Lunorlla, and Ramza raised their voices oooh. Clayda was apparently unconscious.
Elma tilted her head and smiled.
「Then, in the next election……」
Zelcyone nodded quietly.
Ramza clapped and raised her voice brightly.
「Then I guess this topic is taken care of with this? The next topic is……err」
Lunorrla frowned.
「Was there, any other……topic?」
「Yep. It’s about those guys from the newspaper club. It seems that their next special article will feature the student council. Or rather, it’ll apparently feature president.」
「Hou, this me? What kind of article it is?」
Ramza took out a paper that had been torn apart and taped together back again. It was unknown where she had gotten it from.
「Err, exposing the darkness of the student council president who rule Ataraxia from behind the scene! The mysterious harem that Zelcyone build! And then, the true age of the student council president! That’s the article!」
The room fell silent.
「Errrr, eh? What’s wrong everyone? Clayda too has been really quiet from some time ago.」
Clayda’s head kept hanging down with her body still buried into the wall.
Elma asked with a trembling voice. Blood veins pulsed on her forehead.
「Zel-sama, what is your order? Should I deal with them?」
Zelcyone’s lips sported a sadistic smile.
「Interesting. Let’s have an early look at what kind of article they have over there.」
Zelcyone stood up from her chair and looked around at her elite guards, the Quartum. One was being embedded on the wall.
「It’s a good chance. Let’s get dressed up and give a courtesy call to the newspaper club.」
A magic circle formed on Zelcyone’s eye.
And then several days later.
There wasn’t any article about Zelcyone in the newspapers that the newspaper club distributed. Instead an article that conveyed every single bit of Grace’s charm was published.
After that from then, the newspaper club’s activity changed to become the PR agency of the student council in practice.
