~ President of the Student Council - 1~

Sora was a typical campus sweetheart, whose grace and supremacy awed the people when they saw him in person. There wasn't any student who hadn't heard about the campus prince. The respect he received was uncharted.

Even the professors loved him and always fawned at his skills and prowess in academic field.

There wasn't a day when his highness wasn't called upon by the needy and praised by the seniors.

His tall height was one feature that unsettled many when they stood next to him, so that meant Sora was lucky even in terms of his physical attributes. And as if a birth right, his sharp features, thin lips and the pale beauty, gave away a certain frost which attracted people despite their resistance.

His intense blue gaze locked with his friend, as they sat ideally to chat and gossip about the student council. Of which he was the current president.

A years had passed and he was quite happy with where he was.

"I heard they are organizing a fest by the end of the year," His friend, Rizel, stated energetically, although his gaze was intense and unwavering as they stared back at him.

The huge green field that sat in front of them, was surrounded by each four side, with huge grey fortresses, that could be passed as the modern day castle.

The campus had four separate blocks, and each block had its own facilities, the only common space was the central green field which Sora and his friend were currently staring at.

Their gazes absently noting the scattered crowd of students, wearing grey and white uniforms, which was the standard dress code for everyday use. The breeze was mellow and the sun was still young.

"I won't be there for the fest, master gave me an assignment which has to be done separately."

Rizel nodded, turning to look at his friend whose hair sparkled silver under the rays, the strands long and silky, tied behind into a single loose ponytail.

If he wasn't familiar with the beauty of his friend, then he would have been struck still in awe, the President of the Student council was really immaculate, royal and magnificent, like the imperial jade finely polished.

"Has your master told you anything regarding me?" Sora asked Rizel, still not really immersed into the subject, his mind seemingly floating in his own world.

Rizel nodded, trying not to think too much about the soft and gentle voice which would lull even the rowdiest of bunches into a deep sleep. Sora had that effect on people, it was inevitable.

"My master told me not to meddle in your business and keep the council running in your stead when you are absent," Rizel recalled, "not that I wasn't planning on it."

Sora nodded, "Good," he stood up from the stone bench that was placed right below the protruded canopy of grey slabs jutting out from the old styled fortress wall, favoring the cold morning look.

Shivering slightly, Sora rubbed his palms on his arms, the sound of crisp clothes getting rubbed, drifting towards Rizel.

Sora was apparently the best dress student in their campus, not even a crease could be seen on his ironed white shirt or trousers, and the grey heavy cape reaching over till his torso, cleanly covered the plainness of the uniform.

If one was to rank Sora's appearance in the campus, he would be the first one to be entered in the register.

Rizel sighed internally, he often got Jealous of his friend when he thought too much about the difference in them. While Rizel was the flat and common kind, Sora was too extravagant in looks. When they walked together, their auras clashed rather badly.

Alas, the popularity also had a backlash as he watched several girls in a group of four, strutting over to them from the open corridor that faced the central Field. They weren't a bunch of fangirls, but one of those rival teams who always competed with Sora whenever they could find an opening.

Rizel noted that Sora wasn't happy to see these girls, but quickly morphed his displeasure with a blank face instead, the switch genuinely deserving awards. If he was as experienced in the art of reserving his emotions, he would have achieved great rewards form his master, since his course was basically related to infiltration into the enemy camp as a spy.

Yet, he was more expressive than even the dumber ones. And it was like a thorn in his side, always prickling his conscience.

"What can I do for you, Miss Rose."

Rose was the height of feminism, everything about her was bold and clear, as a set of grey eyes and blond hair highlighted her cute features. She was not easily subdued by any and if Sora wasn't her enemy, Rizel would have even considered proposing to her, he really liked strong young women.

"No need for that hospitality Sora, you know what I have come for."

Her appearance had actually called the attention of the bystanders and now everyone was curious as to what she was planning, a hush falling over the onlookers who couldn't be more than 30. Still, the number was enough to spread rumors like fire and Sora wondered how far Rose would go to corrupt his image if she got the chance.

"You wanted to challenge me for the president seat."

Rizel's eyes widened as he quickly looked over at the challenger, the girl simply unfazed by the shock of the viewers and the frost in Sora's words. It wasn't really that abrupt though, since everyone knew how desired the throne was, anyone with even half a brain would not stay still and watch some junior take away their target. And that is what had happened with Rose, she was a year senior than Sora and since Sora was a sophomore, his enthronement had caused ripple the day he received the badge.

Rizel darted his eyes to see the small silver badge resting at the base of the shirt's collar that Sora wore, the glint of the metal very obvious in the sudden tension filled surrounding.

"I will not consent to your request, you know that Miss Rose."

The girl sneered, which looked quite ugly on her pretty face, "How dare you keep repeating my name like that, you should be calling me Senior Rose, or ma'am, not Miss Rose."

Sora looked rather unchallenged, "So?" his aloof reaction was enough to make even Rizel pissed, when he wasn't even the one who was at the receiving end.

It was known that a Council's president wasn't required to follow hierarchy, since they were the top most on the pyramid in the student body. So him calling her 'Miss Rose' was quite normal, however, for a senior, being called in such a manner was a total disrespect even if the one not following the order was a Student President.

"You cannot refuse my request each time, you-"

Sora cleared his throat, the gesture stopping Rose from saying anything further, as if struck by thunder, and Rizel understood why, since Sora used his enchantments to silence her vocal cords, effectively showing his status as her superior, "You will bring me a formal challenge letter, and if given the grant, I will fight you, but without a base, stop rushing at me like some immature goon."

Rizel frowned, really worrying with how much Sora could get away with, since even a President wouldn't be so shameless as to keep ruffling the wrong feathers, waiting to get backstabbed.

But at the end of the day, Rose and her group had no choice but to depart and the onlookers, after having their fill, quickly dispersed under the scrutiny of the president.

Rizel thought that this whole scenario was rather exhausting and one look at Sora told him he felt the same.

So even if it was a Saturday and their classes started after 1 in the afternoon, Rizel still felt that relaxing in the class was much better than getting caught by some impending doom looking for trouble. So taking his friend's arms in his, he dragged the man upstairs until they reached their study hall on the third floor.

The corridor sunlit and the breeze stronger.

The array of classes arranged one after the other were conditioned with a very normal layout, that everyone saw in any common Academy, and it wasn't much innovative. Still, the fact that this academy was the famed Silver Sect, even the simplistic layout was made to be worshiped. The walls were all patterned with silver murals and even the study halls were all huge, like a mini opera house.

Sora and Rizel both walked up for their class, planning to relax on their cozy seats, but a senior staff suddenly came to a halt with them and asked them to meet Master Xui and Master Kellan as soon as they could.

Master Kellan was Sora's master, while Master Xui was Rizel's. Both of them were best of friends and so even their disciples were expected to be on a friendly term. Thankfully Rizel considered public relations an important factor in reaching his goal, thus he was always glued to Sora even after the classes finished.

"We will be there soon, thank you for the message."

The staff nodded and left the corridor in a rush, as if delayed over something.

"It would have been good if the only study we were to do was given by our masters, yet, we are taught by the professors as well, and that consumes so much time."

Sora knew that Rizel wasn't a stingy man, but he couldn't help himself from asking, "Why are you so restless today."

Rizel deflated on hearing the question, he knew that now Sora wouldn't let him go until he gave him the answer, so considering his weak fortitude against his friend's rapid fire round, he gave in sullenly, "My master gave me so much to work upon that I couldn't finish the assignments that we were given in class."

"I see, so you can copy mine."

"R-Really?" Rizel was moved.

"Why not."

In their campus, their master and professors were two different set of powers. And the student had to endure both of them even if they were dying.

The Master's task was to help their Disciples grow into young fine specimens, while the professors imparted those basic knowledge that a master left out due to their laziness to teach.

Although the world was changing and technology had hit the market, the master and disciple rule ran strong despite the obsolete value of it.

In their world, enchanters, mages, warriors, demons, angels, and other beings ruled the government. While the enchanters were considered the lowest in the strata, the Demons and angels were highly revered to.

So in such a world where people worked with core energies and mantras, the older practices were regarded superior. And hence, the Silver Sect, was considered one of the best academy out there that students actually fought for.

Sora himself had to endure great pains, just to enter the academy, so no wonder he did not give up on his desire to reach the top.

However, no mountain could be climbed if there was no slope, thus it was a given that Sora had to cross the obstacle to reach the top. And in their case, the obstacle was none other than the Demon boy and dark horse, Jeha, the only other person in their campus who could dethrone Sora. But thankfully, his taste wasn't towards the Council, rather he rarely took part in those internal matters.

And Sora believed that despite the lack of interest Jeha showed for the Council seat, he was not just a name which was whispered among the students, so it was his goal to outshine even the Demon, since his pride as an enchanter was on stake.

If an enchanter could win over a demon, then... how would people react?

So previously last year, due to lack of knowledge, Sora hadn't known about the annually held competition which their campus organised each year, and he hadn't participated in it due to missed luck. But this year he would prove himself to all and sit on the highest throne there was for a student, he would win the competition.

Rizel was in his own merry world, not having any inkling to the thoughts of his friend, because if he did, he would have laughed at the absurd amount of stubbornness and immaturity exhibited by their president.

It was not positive to have such targets set where winning was difficult, yet Sora was very much determined to prove his worth to the world and even if Rizel had known, he couldn't have done anything, since Sora was like a headstrong snake, would keep on hissing until the enemy retreated back.