Chapter 242: The Respectable Student Council President
The grounds of Seren Tenshin Academy are a smooth, well-designed schoolyard. The three girls are running ahead.
Seria, the runner in front, holds Zenon's hand and hurries along.
"Alright, we have a plan for something fun to do."
Seria runs with excitement, happy to have something fun to do during class.
Zenon runs after her. "Why should I join?"
Zenon asks, wondering what her involvement is.
Seria tilts her head, her eyes shining like a girl who doesn't know what to do.
"That's right... I need a capable assistant to help me. Plus, this is our job."
Zenon runs after her, dragged by Zenon.
Sora, the two pursuers, the one in front, "Can you really do it, Seria?"
Seria nods. "Then, we'll begin tomorrow, in the student council meeting room, the three of us." "Well then, see you later."
Sora ran up to Seria, curious. "Where are you going?"
Seria began to think, suddenly remembering something. "I'm going to get some food for Zenon and I. Will the president be coming with you?"
Sora shook his head. "Then I'll go watch the fight. Aren't you going?"
Seria declined. "If I do, it'll just be on the outside. I'd rather go enjoy the restaurant."
Sora was a little puzzled. "Aren't you worried about that?"
Seria stopped running, thinking of something. "Oh... I see. Not at all. Why do you think so, Zenon? Do you know?"
Zenon looked at the president, wondering why he didn't hurry up and help fight Vice-Principal Dante.
"So many professors are heading that way."
Going there would only be a disadvantage, since the entrance isn't wide enough.
Escape from the professors won't be easy.
We'll just add more. The burden of fighting high-level people. It's not easy to just go in and see.
Seria gave a thumbs-up. "That's right. High-level battles have a high chance of dying, so it's best not to take the risk.
I suggest you go to a restaurant with us.
For a delicious meal."
Sora understood immediately. "That's true. The levels are different, right?"
"That's right. Defeating a higher-level battle
is difficult. So, fight at a moderate level, it's beneficial to your life."
Seria spoke up to remind Sora.
Xenon glanced at Seria. "You dare say you shouldn't fight across levels?"
Sora remembered the recent incident. Seria had attacked the Skeleton Army.
And he had even gone into the heart of the Skeleton Army. It was likely a level four or higher danger.
"Now that I think about it, didn't you actually go into the Skeleton Army? You should be the one who should lower your confidence."
Seria covered her face in embarrassment. His cheeks flushed slightly.
"Don't compliment me too much. You'll get red in the face."
Xenon turned to look at Seria, calm and slightly puzzled. "You even managed to survive?"
Seria stopped covering her eyes with her hands. "Hahaha, I'm a genius, so it's easy. Crossing levels is...
It's true it's difficult, but that doesn't mean you can't win."
Sora nodded and walked away. "Then I'll be going. See you tomorrow."
Sora turned away, unable to see the girl walking ahead.
Seria waved goodbye cheerfully. "Chairman! You're amazing. See you tomorrow!"
Xenon turned to look at the chairman who had left, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Seeing that Chairman Sora's back had disappeared,
Seria's voice spoke up. "Alright, let's go. The banquet to celebrate my victory over you again."
Xenon followed Seria. "Is that okay? Let that chairman go? "
Seria smiled. "What are you talking about? You did your job perfectly. There's nothing left to say."
"That president feels guilty because you were searching for nonsense and got into more trouble than usual."
Seria walked cheerfully. "Don't worry. That's what I was assigned. And in the future, I'll definitely take on the position of student council president if I'm interested in it."
As time passed, the two stopped.
Xenon began to notice students crowded together, heading home.
The place was packed with people, causing traffic congestion.
Because school ended at the same time, the path was congested.
Everyone was trying to get outside, while others were trying to get inside, until the space was close together.
Seria stood staring straight ahead. "Today again?"
Xenon stood still, his eyes trembling slightly, staring at something in Seria's hand.
A golden light shone on Seria's right hand.
"What are you going to do?"
Xenon looked at Seria cautiously.
The noise up ahead was deafening, as the two of them clashed.
"Hey! Hurry up and get out of here! School's over!"
"Hey, what did I say? I have to go to the rain, so get out of here!"
"Hurry up! I have business here, so get out of here!"
"You guys, get out of here! We're going to be crushed to death inside!"
"Someone! Anyone! I can't breathe! Get out of here!"
"This is the student council! Please, don't move!"
"This is the student council! You should cooperate!"
"What the hell is this cat council? I'm going home! Tell those outside to get out!"
"You're the one who should get back in!"
The arguing continued, and the student council was rendered invisible.
And powerless.
Seria stood watching, his face smirking with amusement. His right hand held a ball of light.
Xenon asked again, "Seria, what are you going to do?"
Seria secretly looked at Xenon. "How do you disperse the protest?" Time for casualties!
The ball of light in Seria's hand flew into the sky. Whoosh! Boom!
The ball of light exploded in mid-air, a golden light appeared in front of the two of them.
The force of Seria's second Spirit Skill's explosion...
captured the attention of the crowd.
The crowded crowd fell silent, watching as they watched.
Everyone saw only the golden light.
Seria shouted loudly.
"Run! The teachers' battle is behind us!"
"So, hurry! The attack that can kill people is about to begin. Hurry! Anyone who doesn't want to die, hurry!!"
Seria's cheerful shout was accompanied by the students' bewilderment.
Seria shouted again. "Hurry! Run outside! Otherwise, no one will escape!"
Underneath that sly smile,
Xenon stood watching, understanding immediately. "So that's how it is. If the two directions collide, the solution is to align them.
Just choose one path, one you don't want to choose, or one you want to choose.
One path will work, right?
Seria stroked her hair. "That's right. Now that we're here, choose the path we need to take. In a situation of extreme crisis,
Choose that little goal called high confidence.
And the goal of survival. How valuable are these two things?"
The screams of the students rushed towards the exit. There was only one path.
People were trapped inside, trampled and injured.
The sound of people trampling and wounding made the situation worse.
The attempt to run outside caused the slower runners to fall.
Thud, thud, thud. The sound of footsteps running forward, trampling each other.
And only the student council stood still, waiting for people to run past and finding a way to help the fallen child.
From Seria's membrane.
Sinon turned to look at Seria. "Why are you doing this?"
"The dessert shop has a special recipe today, so I have to hurry out."
Seria spoke with an indifferent expression, walking in the direction ahead.