NOVEL NEXT Chapter 11.1
Stage 1-11. ‘Saviors’ Of All
A pitch-black room.
The curtains are closed, not a single ray of light entering the student council room.
In this solitary space where no one else enters, I was staring at a photo frame.
“He was an interesting boy, Vellet-kun.”
The image of the boy I spoke with the other day vividly comes to mind.
I had packed extra to make a good first impression, but he saw through it right away.
I thought it would work on him since he likes girls with big boobs.
…Not that I’m small or anything.
When I lower my gaze, I see a slight bulge in my view.
“……Hmph.”
Annoyed by the fact pointed out, I flicked the photo frame with my finger.
“…So you really hid it, the rumored [Magic Cancel].”
I definitely made a natural approach.
I had been watching and skipping class to seize the opportunity to make contact, so I had most of the situation figured out.
I don’t think I gave off any sense of discomfort.
Even though he shouldn’t have been able to realize that my aim was Vellet-kun’s special technique…
Could he have anticipated from the time he resolved that incident that Master might take notice?
But if that’s the case, his unusually combative stance from the beginning makes sense.
“I didn’t expect him to reject even the Student Council’s invitation… does he intend to hide it completely?”
But then, why did he use it against that idiot from the Borbond family?
The fact that can be deduced is that Liche-san wanted to save her with her own hands, even using Magic Cancel.
That was to instill loyalty in someone as valuable as her.
Her goal was to turn her into her own yes-man… or something like that.
No matter how much he likes big boobs, there’s no way he’d reveal his trump card just because Liche-san has a large chest.
“He played me like a fiddle.”
The fact that the servant showed up at such a perfect time was definitely staged.
I’ve heard that Alice-san, his servant, is usually all over him.
But to think he anticipated even using me to probe him…
“There really are geniuses born into this world.”
Completely different from me.
If he continues to grow like this, he’ll likely become a magician who will go down in history.
He might even become a hero on par with ‘Frone of Thunder’ someday.
I could tell he had that much potential from just a few minutes of conversation.
“But, I’m sorry.”
I let go of the photo frame I was holding.
It fell with a clatter, and I crushed it under my foot.
“No one can replace Master—Reina Milfonty—my reason for existence.”
Ah, what am I going to report when Master returns from the business trip?
I hate getting scolded.
“I’m used to it by now, though.”
Getting yelled at. Getting hit. Getting messed with.
“…I wonder what he’s doing now?”
I pick up a piece of paper I had just processed.
An overnight stay permit application.
The names of three students, freshly inscribed in my memory, were written on the form necessary for students to leave the academy.
For the reason of application, it said ‘volunteer work’.
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