Where has my dignified sister gone?
The classroom feels as if a bucket of cold water has been poured over it.
An eerie silence.
[No, what the…]
The Black Prince’s sigh echoes in my mind.
What in the world is happening…?
I’m genuinely shocked.
I thought even in the original work, this kind of madness didn’t happen.
“Yes. The special transfer student is Seira.”
Mayu introduces Seira with a strangely stiff expression.
To think that Seira could leave even the always cheerful Mayuzumi-sensei so flustered.
Seira might be something special in a way?
[Oh dear…]
Just then, as the Black Prince lets out a sigh,
Creeeak!
Someone stands up.
“The president name-drop as a special transfer student? This is unacceptable! It’s abuse of power!”
A familiar voice reaches my ears.
I turn my head.
There stands Olivia, with her blue eyes sparkling and face flushed, screaming.
Sheesh.
Olivia places her hand over her chest.
“What Bonaparte says is true, President. Your abuse of power cannot be overlooked.”
No sooner has Olivia finished her words than Shinozaki Rin stands up.
She swings her navy ponytail and speaks in a serious tone.
“Eri is also against the abuse of power! President, that’s so underhanded! Waaaaah!”
Following her, Eri puffs up her cheeks.
Her short twin tails sway back and forth.
Eri jeers.
“Boo-oo-oo… President is bad!”
Beside her, Makoto makes a “boo” sound with her mouth, glaring at the president.
“Hee-hee-hee. Seira-chan’s grandma, have you decided to stop acting your age? Seira-chan’s grandma is in the same class as the super cute JK gyaru Haru, ugh, Haru is so dizzy. I just felt super goosebumps. Ugh.”
Haru, who stands up, scratches her arms as if she really has goosebumps, staring at Seira with red eyes.
Olivia, Rin, Eri, Makoto, Haru.
The rare sight of the heroines from my class uniting as one is unfolding before my eyes.
There has never been a time when the heroines felt this reliable.
The president transferring here?
This terrible situation must be stopped.
“P-president… Did you see? Even Mayu thinks this is pushing it too far!”
Hearing this, Mayuzumi-sensei whispers in the president’s ear.
That’s our Mayuzumi-sensei.
Under any normal thought process, thinking this way is natural.
Upon hearing Mayuzumi-sensei’s whisper, Seira lowers her head.
Seira lowered her head.
What’s going on?
I thought she would boldly come out.
“Sis… Do you not like Se-Ra? You don’t want to have the sports festival with Se-Ra? I transferred to make good memories with my friends…”
Sniff.
Seira pretended to cry, shaking her shoulders.
In her school uniform, plus that lisp—what is she doing?
Why is she acting like this?
I was flabbergasted.
Just then, my mind was blown.
“What’s this… So pitiful.”
“Making a little girl cry! I never expected this from the princess! So mean.”
“President! It’s okay! You’re the idol of the academy!”
“The president is so cute!!”
“I fully support the transfer of the president!”
“President, you’re the best!”
“Don’t bully Se-Ra!”
Cheers and shouts from the extras filled the classroom.
Sniff.
Seira, still pretending to cry, mimicked wiping away tears with her fist.
“Friends! Is it okay for Se-Ra to transfer to 1st Year A-Class?”
Seira looked at the cadets with bright red eyes.
“Yes!!”
“Welcome! President, I mean Se-Ra!”
“No one opposes it!”
“So cute!”
As soon as she finished speaking, the cadets’ enthusiastic cheers filled the classroom again.
In a normal situation, wouldn’t I refuse this? I thought briefly, but this is a world where common sense doesn’t apply, a light novel world.
Since the world is insane, they welcome such an outrageous transfer student.
[Where did the dignified and charismatic White Empress go, and why is this happening…?]
The Black Prince muttered with despair in my head.
According to the setting, 30 years ago, Seira, who was active in Five Crowns, was a character fit for the title of White Empress, with a queenly charisma.
Although she hardly showed that side in the main story, the Black Prince, a former colleague from Five Crowns, must have been familiar with her queenly demeanor.
It’s enough to crush one’s spirit to see Seira acting cutesy like that.
I felt like my spirit was crumbling too.
Anyway, in this academy, the president is an absolute power.
If she decides to transfer, there’s no way to stop her.
So can we please stop this already?
Just as I was thinking that…
“Deokseong Oppa!”
Seira’s voice rang out.
Wait, is she calling me?
All eyes turned towards me.
“The president, I mean Se-Ra, just called the Black Beast.”
“Oh my, the Black Beast has already extended its claws to the president?”
“Is this academy, in fact, ruled by the Black Beast?”
“Don’t tell me the Black Beast plans to make all the female cadets part of the harem? Eek!”
“So scary, the Black Beast!”
They were just speculating wildly about why I was called.
Bright-eyed.
Seira’s red pupils were fixed on me.
“Deokseong oppa also supports Se-Ra’s transfer, right? Hmm? Isn’t that so? Se-Ra trusts you.”
With Seira’s bombshell declaration, the extras started whispering again.
“She asked the Black Beast!”
“Well, the center of this class is indeed the Black Beast.”
“I heard the Black Beast is heartless and cruel. Wouldn’t he refuse?”
“The president is so pitiful…”
I admit I’m a soda-pass lightweight.
“But this isn’t a cider path, it’s more like being treated as a psychopath, isn’t it?”
“I’m not that kind of person.”
“What I like is the cider path from Korean web novels, not the psychopaths from Chinese web novels.”
[Partner… I don’t know anymore… Just do as you please…]
The voice of the Black Prince echoes in my head.
I’ve never seen the Black Prince give up on someone before.
“You…”
“Duk-Sung.”
“Master…”
“Lord…”
“Duk-Sung oppa!”
Olivia, Rin, Eri, Makoto, and Haru’s gazes turn toward me.
They’re calling me.
But this isn’t exactly a choice for me.
No matter what choice I make, the chairman will definitely attempt a special transfer with some excuse.
There’s no way for me to stop the power play of the chairman, the absolute authority of this academy.
Moreover, if I refuse here, I might end up facing something even worse than this, and my mental health would be at risk.
So, I have to make the decision to accept her proposal here.
“…Come or don’t, it’s up to you.”
Seira’s eyes widen at my words.
She smiles and spins around in delight.
Is she seriously thinking that’s cute?
“Duk-Sung oppa! Thank you! I knew Seira-tang would get permission from you!”
Seira’s eyes shine.
The expression of the nearby Mayuzumi-sensei slightly stiffens.
“Hehe, then let me introduce myself, no, Seira-tang will. Friends, this body is Seira-tang! I will spend time with my first-year A-Class peers during the sports festival as a special transfer student. I hope you’ll call me Seira-tang. Hmph.”
Swish.
Seira pulls out a black lace fan from her bosom, her eyes glimmering with confidence, and says with a deadly smile.
I mean, whether it’s the chairman or Seira-tang, it’s weird to mix both concepts like that.
I feel sick.
“Wowww! Welcome, Seira-tang!”
“Our A-Class with Seira-tang is invincible!”
“The championship of the sports festival will definitely go to our red team!”
“Long live the universe’s strongest idol, Seira-tang!”
The extras cheer without fail.
“The power of authority is truly overwhelming… I underestimated it. Ugh.”
“Ugh… An unexpected variable…”
“Tch. Eri-Ring is mad at the chairman.”
“Geez…”
“Seira-tang grandma, you really are going down in a disgraceful way. Haru, this is absurd right now.”
Meanwhile, the heroines are making sour faces.
Olivia, Rin, Eri, Makoto, and Haru’s discontented gazes land on Seira.
“Heh. Well then, please take good care of this body from now on.”
Seira finishes her self-introduction shamelessly, without caring about their looks.
“Then, Chairman…”
“Ah, Mayuzumi-sensei, you should call her Seira-tang, not Chairman.”
Seira immediately interrupts Mayuzumi, who refers to the chairman.
She points at the name tag on her chest that reads Seira-tang.
“Ah, yes… Se-Seira-tang… That empty seat over there!”
Mayuzumi-sensei awkwardly smiles and points with her stick.
The empty seat she points to happens to be directly behind me.
“Got it. Instructor. Hehe. I shall now sit in the designated seat.”
“Let’s go ahead and sit down.”
Seira laughs and sits behind me, her white hair flowing.
I have a bad feeling already.
“Alright! Now that we’ve finished introducing the special transfer students, let’s proceed with the lottery to determine the partners for the three-legged race! Everyone, please stand up and draw lots in attendance order!”
Bang.
Mayuzumi-sensei places the lottery box on the teacher’s desk.
As she starts calling names in order, the students stand up to draw lots.
Finally, it’s my turn.
I draw a lot.
The number I got is 3.
Now, I’ll be paired with the person who also drew the number 3.
I return to my seat, holding the lot.
“Master, you got 3.”
Makoto says, her face turning red as she sees my lot.
“Hmm, number 3, huh. Understood.”
I can also hear Seira’s voice.
“The Black Beast drew number 3.”
“Number 3 is a definite no-go.”
“Ugh, it’s a cursed number.”
The murmurs of the extras follow.
“Number 10! Who has number 10?”
“Me! I’m number 10!”
I can hear the buzz around me.
Sounds like they’re trying to find the partners for the race.
In my head, I hear the Black Prince’s voice.
[Partner, who do you want to pair up with for the three-legged race?]
‘Either Yuji or Ishihara.’
Honestly, I’d rather have them than the heroines.
It’s less pressure.
[Oh? Really?]
The Black Prince responds ominously to my words.
Just then.
“Next! Seira-tan student! Please come forward!”
Mayuzumi-sensei calls out for Seira.
“I’ll be back, kiddo.”
Seira whispers in my ear from the back row and strides confidently forward.
“Here, please draw.”
Clink.
Mayuzumi-sensei presents the box filled with lots.
“Hmm…”
Seira squints her eyes at that sight.
She starts touching the ends of the lots with her fingers one by one.
[No, sis…!!]
The Black Prince is in shock seeing that.
‘What’s wrong?’
Isn’t she just touching the lots?
[Heavens… She’s using EX-rank mana control to perceive the subtle texture differences of each lot to find a specific one… Why use such precise mana control for something like this when she’s not even at the same EX-rank?]
The Black Prince explains as if he’s narrating a documentary.
So, she went all out with EX-rank mana control just to draw a lot?
What the heck is she trying to draw?
Don’t tell me it’s me…
A chill runs down my spine.
No way.
It can’t be.
Just when I was desperately denying that alarming possibility.
“Alright. I will choose this lot!”
Whoosh.
Seira pulls a lot from the box.
The number she drew is 3.
“Fufu.”
Her red eyes narrow as she gives a cheeky smile.
Seira beams with confidence.
[Oh no… Sis, what do you intend to do at this sports festival? Really…]
The Black Prince’s voice echoes in my head.
That’s right.
She drew the same number as me.
At this moment, my three-legged race partner has been decided to be Seira.
Is this lady for real?
