Chapter 59

As the old school building's usage issues settled down and the system began to run smoothly, I was spending a leisurely time in the quiet conversation room.

"Ah, what a wonderful, relaxing life♪ Having tea after class is so soothing♪"

"Indeed♪"

Saffina and I were sitting across from each other, enjoying the new tea she had brought, which Tütte had prepared for us.

Knock, knock

When the door was lightly knocked, Tütte moved swiftly to the door and greeted the visitor.

"Miss, someone has come to submit an application."

"...Alright, please show them in."

I placed my teacup back on the saucer and, still seated, allowed the visitor to enter. Tütte opened the door, and a nervous male student from Solos stood at attention.

"Excuse me."

The male student entered the room with awkward movements, as if his same hand and foot were about to move simultaneously, and walked to the table where I was sitting.

"Here is the application. Please take care of it."

"Sure, I'll take a look."

I accepted the application, which was handed to me with trembling hands.

(How did it come to this? I remember that after the siege incident, everyone submitted their applications... )

I recalled the events of a few days ago.

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The beginning of the issue was when Prince and Magilka entered our room in a daze after seeing the submitted applications.

"There's a problem again."

"What happened this time?"

Magilka, who had collapsed on the table, didn't say anything but showed me a few sheets of paper. I took them and read them, only to frown.

"The handwriting is terrible."

The paper was filled with messy scribbles, and the sentences were so scattered that it was impossible to understand what they were trying to say.

"What is this?"

Magilka, who seemed to have no energy to answer, was left alone, and I asked the prince, who was sitting with a wry smile.

"Apparently, they intended it to be an application."

"Is this an application?"

I looked at the scribbled document again.

(No, I can't read it at all, and I don't understand it.)

When I looked at the other papers, some were too brief to understand, and others didn't even specify what they were applying for. They were chaotic and lacked any consistency, providing no useful information.

Having seen many well-organized documents in Japan, such as medical diagnosis and consultation forms, I felt like tearing these up.

"Is there no template for the application? They all seem too free-form."

"I don't understand what a template is, but there are no rules on how to write it. The poor management here might make the teachers lose their motivation to manage, hahaha."

I looked at the prince's dry laugh and the collapsed Magilka, and placed my hand on my forehead, thinking deeply.

"I will promote a standardized application form that only includes the information we need."

"But how do we do that?"

I asked Tütte to bring paper and a pen, and she quickly arranged them on the table. I wrote "Application" at the top and listed the required information, such as the representative's name, the club's name, the content, and other people's names, in a structured format. I showed it to the prince.

"Would it be better to only allow writing the specified information?"

(I was surprised that what seemed like a standard way to write documents in my previous life was not considered standard here.)

I had always left the writing of documents to my parents or Tütte, so I hadn't realized how inconsistent they were. The prince and the now-revived Magilka looked at the draft I had created.

"This is good. It will be easier to manage and evaluate. Mary, you've solved the problem I was thinking about in such a concrete way."

"You're right, Your Highness. We should immediately rewrite the applications based on this and only accept these."

Their expressions brightened, and they immediately stood up to return to the next room.

(I'm glad I could help my friends. Everything is fine, everything is fine.)

Feeling satisfied that I had helped them, I returned to my leisurely time.

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However, the next day, students started coming to me to show their new applications. It seemed that the news that I had created the draft had spread through the prince and others. While this was within my expectations, I was still surprised by the number of students, especially the brainless ones from Solos, who couldn't write properly and kept asking for retakes. I was on the verge of losing my temper with those who started throwing tantrums.

No, I'm lying, I lost my temper.

Despite trying to avoid getting involved, I couldn't let the prince see such poor applications, as it would make me look incompetent. As the daughter of the Legaria Duke, my pride wouldn't allow it. So, I took Saffina and Zaha and, under the guise of "military action," made them write the applications properly under my supervision. I submitted the revised documents to the prince several times.

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(Oh, could this be the reason?)

I glanced at the still nervous male student.

"Um..."

"Is there a problem!?"

At my words, his body trembled, and he asked in a shaky voice.

"It's not written here."

"I'm sorry! Please, don't punish me!"

(Punishment... The forced writing by military action has become such a rumor...)

"Don't panic over a missing entry. Just write it properly, and there's no need to be so tense."

I tilted my head slightly and gave a friendly smile to try to ease his tension.

"Miss, that icy smile might have the opposite effect."

Tütte, who was standing behind me, whispered something impolite, making my raised corners of my mouth twitch.

"I'll fix it right away! Excuse me!"

The student took the document with both hands, bowed deeply, and left the room as if he had received an award. I watched him go with a twitching smile.

(Something is wrong... I feel like my position is wrong.)

"Mary, you're completely a shadow ruler, aren't you?"

Zaha, who had been watching the entire scene from the window, casually made a very impolite and misleading comment. I turned my icy smile towards him.

"What? What did you say?"

"Nothing, I'm sorry."

Intimidated by my silent pressure, Zaha apologized in formal language.

"Marvelous, as expected of Mary. I'll follow you wherever you go, even if you're a ruler."

Saffina, who was watching our exchange with a dreamy look, I decided to ignore for now.

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As time passed, things around me became more and more chaotic. This happened around the time I started thinking about becoming a third-year student.

"I've been officially appointed as the class master of Areios next year."

While we were having tea in the conversation room, Magilka suddenly said this.

"Oh, that's wonderful, congratulations."

I congratulated her without being particularly surprised, as she had been acting as the class master and it was easy to predict this would happen.

"In that case, I've also been appointed as the class master of Larios."

"Wow, congratulations, Reiforce."

I congratulated the prince without much surprise, as he had achieved impressive results and was highly regarded in Larios. He had been particularly involved in bridging the three classes and resolving class issues. I had been using my past memories to provide advice on the school system, albeit in a small way. Yes, a small way...

(Hold on. That means there will be two class masters around me next year?)

I had a vague sense of impending chaos and tried to suppress the thought.

"Me too, me too♪"

Zaha raised his hand excitedly.

"Oh, really, congratulations, eeeeh!?"

I was so surprised that I interrupted my polite words and let out a loud exclamation. Realizing I was in front of the prince, I quickly covered my mouth.

"Zaha, what? You too, what? Class master, what?"

My thoughts were jumbled, and I blurted out a series of questions.

"Yep, I'll be the class master of Solos next year."

Despite my confusion, Zaha seemed to understand and puffed out his chest proudly. I felt a wave of dizziness and slumped in my seat.

(That man as a class master? Solos must be planning to collapse their class. Even Saffina would be better.)

"Um, the class master of Solos is traditionally the top martial artist."

Saffina, sensing my distress, tried to explain.

(I see, he may be a fool, but he's the best in martial arts.)

I nodded in understanding and looked at him with a warm gaze.

"In other words, next year, all the class masters will gather in one place. This will likely lead to more reforms and issues."

The prince's enthusiastic and chaotic statement finally made me realize the dire situation.

(All the class masters gathering here... This place won't just be a conversation room anymore. It will become something like a student council. My peaceful space, my relaxing place...)

To avoid dampening everyone's enthusiasm, I maintained a smile, but inside, I was far from calm, and cold sweat dripped down my face.

(God, please let everything proceed quietly and smoothly. If something happens, I hope it's resolved without my knowledge.)

And so, I entered my third year.

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