Chapter 91 A Week Off [5]

91 A Week Off [5]

"The Foundation Festival, huh?"

Putting on her black framed glasses, Belle squinted her eyes and carefully scanned the documents in front of her.

Inside the Student Council office, documents were strewn on the table.

The only ones who had a week off were the first years. On the other hand, the second years still had to attend.

Currently, she was thoroughly checking the students' suggestions for the upcoming Astrea Foundation Festival, which would be held on September 5.

A box was placed, just outside the Student Council office.

In the box, students can place their suggestions on what kind booths would be possible.

At the moment, the suggestion box was still up. But due to Belle's curiosity, she wanted to see what the students' have come up with.

Since the first years still had a week off, the suggestions would come from the second to fifth year students.

Squinting her eyes, Belle read the contents of the small papers.

—Maid cafe.

—Dwarf tavern.

The ideas were...

Interesting.

—Horror house.

—Science Showroom.

—Red light district.

Crunch.

She immediately crumpled the paper.

What sort of...

—Elf themed brothelhouse.

Crunch.

"..."

Belle flushed bright red after reading the inappropriate suggestions.

"The hell is wrong with these students?"

Clearly, she was just wasting her time.

There were barely any serious suggestions.

In the first place, the suggestion box wasn't her idea.

It was proposed by another member of the council, her secretary.

The council currently only had three members; The President, The Vice President, and the Secretary.

And clearly, three people weren't enough to sufficiently manage council duties.

"Haaa..."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Belle rubbed her eyes.

She was overworked.

"What's wrong, Belle?"

A voice suddenly reached her from the side. Seated on the couch, long dark onyx hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her yellow eyes were fixed on similar documents that Belle also had on her table.

"...We need more members, Charlotte."

Charlotte Flynn, her Secretary, and a fellow second year. Also the second strongest second year student, only second after Belle.

"Right... I thought our work would be halved if we put up the suggestion box, but..."

Charlotte turned to look at the small papers strewn all over Belle's table.

"...Looks like it was a waste of time."

"Recruitment won't be open until the second semester anyway."

Looking at Belle, his expressions became serious.

"I'd like to test him first."

"Absolutely n–"

"That's fine."

All heads flicked to trace the source of the voice.

Standing by the door, a familiar figure with dark purple hair, and azure eyes grabbed their attention.

"Miss Evelyn?"

Belle was startled. But immediately composed herself.

Evelyn was recently appointed as the student council head. Her sudden appearance in the office wasn't out of place at all.

"Ah, Miss Evelyn, I heard he's your assistant. Can you vouch for his capabilities?"

"He's capable enough. More than average for a first year."

As her curiosity as piqued, Belle decided to ask.

"Then what if he was a second year?"

Looking at Belle, Evelyn flatly replied.

"He's weaker than you, Belle. But he could easily make it into the top 15s"

"Wew."

Adrien whistled with a raised brow.

"If Miss Evelyn is the one saying it, then it must be true."

Standing up, Adrien approached Belle.

18:45

"President, grant me permission."

Seeing the serious look in his eye, Belle deeply sighed.

"H-haaa... Alright, but it will be held in the Virtual Simulation."

"Of course."

"But as soon as I approve this..."

Belle looked up with a serious expression, her eyes started glowing blue yet again.

"...You'll do all of my work for the entire month."

"..."

Speechless, Adrien's mouth formed an 'o' shape.

But as he composed himself, he spoke up.

"...That's absurd. There's no benefits for me here."

"So? Do you still want to proceed?"

"...Alright, understood."

"Pfft..."

From the side, Charlotte chuckled.

Belle...

She was scary.

Everyone present in the room would agree.

And for a younger brother who held the same position as her as the strongest of their respective years...

Just what kind of monster was he?

Adrien's thoughts were soon broken as his phone started ringing.

Retrieving it, a familiar name flashed on his screen. A name that sent chills down his spine.

[Lucian Frost]