I Think My Fiancé Has Regressed

Chapter 52: Second semester begins (7)

Most of the work we do in student council is similar.

Before Ariana came on board, the way things were organized was that Kael was in charge of accounting and I was in charge of everything else.

Since she started attending student council, most of the burdens that I had been carrying alone have been distributed to other members of the student council, who have each taken on proper positions.

First, Ariana’s position became vice president.

Her main duties are work distribution and assisting me. She is also a key member of the student council, prioritizing other labor shortages.

It’s something she’s been doing since we didn’t have a specific title, and she’s also the one who shows up to student council the most often aside from me.

So it wasn’t really strange for her to take the vice president position. I don’t think there’s anyone in the council who would have opposed it in the first place.

Also, there’s no one on the student council who doesn’t listen to her, including me, so there’s no one better suited for a middle management position than Ariana.

Charlotte accepted the position of secretary, a position that would allow her to utilize her unique magic to the fullest.

Taking and keeping minutes, writing and sending reports, and shorthand.

It was a job that suited Charlotte best, as no one else could match her unique magic.

In Eamon’s case, there was no proper title for him, so I was forced to create a new one: general manager.

A sort of office assistant that does simple filing, odd jobs and other miscellaneous tasks, and also greets and deals with guests when they came in from the outside.

Eamon’s personality made him quite easy to get along with.

Especially with noble ladies who weren’t used to men, he could almost fly.

Of course, when such tasks are necessary, Eamon’s fiancée, Lady Charlotte, always accompanies him.

Kael, the accountant, organizes the overall budget.

He keeps the books, keeps track of how much money the student council has left over, and organizes all of the expenses that come in from the various clubs.

There are dozens if not hundreds of clubs operating at the academy, and it was amazing to see him collecting and organizing all the accounting data from all of them.

If there were a post-Academy life, I’d like to see Kael in the Royal Treasury somehow.

…Probably not something I can do, so I’ll have to leave it to Ariana or someone else.

Now that I’ve organized it like this, I’m realizing how much Ariana has lightened my workload.

A few more days of student council without her, and I would have surely collapsed from overwork again.

I silently thanked Ariana for painting the world around me with her colors.

When I think about it, I feel like I’m always being helped by Ariana.

Sometimes I wish I could do something for her, but I can’t think of anything she would like.

She doesn’t like fancy clothes or expensive jewelry, and she’s probably already read all the grimoires on the dark arts.

The only thing she does like is good food, but that’s something she already gets enough of from the royal chefs.

Other than that, if there’s anything else Arianna would want me to do, it’s to….

“…….”

I hastily dismissed the erotic image in my head, as it was too obvious to be honest.

I’m not an idiot who doesn’t know what love feels like.

The blatant displays of affection that Ariana has been throwing at me at every opportunity lately, it’s not that I don’t notice and don’t do anything to her.

On the contrary.

I love Ariana with all my heart and soul, so I don’t try to do anything I can’t handle.

It’s not fair to make her feel the pain of losing someone she loves twice, and then turn her into a young widow.

I want Ariana to live her own life, even after I’m gone someday.

To live the rest of her life longing for me would be a harsh fate I would never wish on her.

So I honestly hope that she will refrain from trying to seduce me with her body as much as possible.

Ariana knows exactly what her weapon is.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be tempting me with two soft mounds of chest fat and smooth thighs pressed against me.

For now, I’m holding it together for the sake of Ariana’s future, but at this rate, it’s only a matter of time before my reason is swallowed up by my emotions.

At one point, I thought about revealing my heart disease to her.

To explain to her that the reason I’m not hugging her is not because I don’t like her, but because I don’t want to do anything irresponsible.

Of course, it was only a fleeting thought and I decided not to tell her right away because Ariana’s reaction to hearing it was too obvious.

I had to hold my child somehow, before I collapsed from heart disease.

I could see the future, as clear as the inside of a transparent slime, where she would try to hold me even harder than she already was.

It would only make the current situation worse, so I silently buried the thought in the back of my mind.

And if Ariana’s behavior lately is any indication, she’s also vaguely aware of my illness.

‘Whatever Alex has, I’ll heal him, whether it’s frostbite or something else.’

Thinking back to a conversation she had with me not too long ago, it was as if she already knew I was suffering from something else.

Not only that, but often when I tell her that I think it might be bad for my heart, she gets scared and backs away.

In effect, I guess it’s safe to say that she already knows about my illness.

It shouldn’t be too difficult for Ariana, who can use her powers of prophecy, to find out the truth.

I had hoped to keep her in the dark until the last possible moment, but now that she’s found out, I can’t help it.

I’m just trying to keep her from using it as an excuse to sleep with me.

It’s a special disease that even the highest priests of the Church didn’t recognize in the first place. I suppose it’s not surprising that she’d claim ignorance.

The only way to find out would be through her powers of prophecy, and she would have to reveal herself to be a saint of prophecy to explain it to me.

She’s the kind of person who knows what’s right and wrong, and she’s not going to reveal the secrets she’s been keeping just to get laid.

…If she wants a relationship with me somehow, even if it means revealing herself to be a prophetic saint, then I may have to accept it.

As the days went by, my worries grew deeper and deeper.

It wasn’t just about my relationship with her.

There was the Witch of Walpurgis to defeat during the upcoming winter vacation, and finally, the Demon King.

There were too many fateful constraints between me and Ariana to live simply on love and faith alone.

Still, if all the external factors that stood between her and me were to be safely resolved.

Even my heart disease, which modern theology has proven to be incurable, is healed.

Then I would no longer have to restrain myself from my beloved Ariana.

Sometimes, imagining such a distant future helped me to cope with the complicated emotions of the moment.

“My sister’s a little late.”

I heard Kael say, referring to Arianna, as he worked on the accounting books.

“Ariana said she might be a little late because of her magical training today, and she even said she might not be able to make it.”

“Is that so….”

It would be a shame not to see Ariana’s face, but I wasn’t about to interrupt her personal magical training.

Moreover, since I had bound her to me as her fiancé when she announced her intention to enter the tower, I cannot restrict her in any way when it comes to her magical studies.

In fact, I am eternally grateful that she chose to stay by my side that day instead of leaving me and entering the tower.

At the very least, I should be able to do as much as she likes.

“You look disappointed, brother.”

“Mind your business, Eamon.”

I scoffed at Eamon’s mockery of my expression, then turned my attention back to organizing the reports on my desk.

…Come to think of it, all the paperwork for the Alchemy Club seems to be missing…did Ariana take care of it?

As I thought about asking her later, the door to the student council room was suddenly pushed aside without warning.

From the other side of the door, a red-haired young lady walked slowly and gracefully into the student council room.

“…I apologize for being late, everyone.”

As usual, it was my beautiful and lovely fiancé.

Except that her face, normally as white as her eyes, was tinged with a slight flush.