Chapter 31 - Student Council Showdown

The moment the lunch bell rang, I stretched lazily in my seat, fully prepared to make my way to the cafeteria for a peaceful meal.

That was until a polite but firm presence appeared beside my desk.

"Malrik-san, the Student Council President requests your presence."

I glanced up to see Momo Hanakai—Student Council Secretary—standing beside me.

Her soft brown eyes held their usual calm professionalism, but there was a flicker of amusement hidden behind them.

I raised an eyebrow. "Summoned by the president? What, did I already break a school rule?"

Momo tilted her head slightly, the corner of her lips twitching upward.

"Not that I'm aware of," she replied smoothly. "But I'd be lying if I said we weren't… curious about you."

I smirked. "Curious? My, my, Momo-chan, if you wanted to see me, you didn't need an official excuse."

A faint blush touched her cheeks, but she recovered quickly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Flattering, Malrik-san," she said, voice perfectly even. "But you should be careful—flirting with the Student Council is a dangerous game."

I leaned forward slightly, resting an elbow on my desk.

"Dangerous? Or exciting?"

Momo chuckled softly, turning on her heel with practiced elegance.

"Let's go before you get into more trouble than you already have."

I sighed, dramatically rising from my chair. "Guess I don't have a choice, huh?"

Aika, watching from her seat, raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like the president's got her eyes on you," she teased.

"Of course she does," I said smoothly, following after Momo. "It was only a matter of time."

As we walked through the hallway, I glanced sideways at her.

"You know," I mused, "if you ever get tired of the Student Council… I could always use a secretary."

Momo gave me a sideways glance, her lips curving into a sly smile.

"I'll consider it—if you survive this meeting."

Oh, I liked her.

The game was just getting started.

The Student Council Room was exactly what I imagined—spotless, organized, and practically humming with structure.

Every desk and chair was aligned with military precision, papers stacked to perfection, and the faint scent of fresh ink lingered in the air.

A place of rules.

A place of order.

Basically, the exact opposite of me.

At the center sat Sona Sitri—cool, composed, and calculating.

Her posture was flawless, fingers laced together on the desk, violet eyes sharp and unreadable.

Beside her stood Tsubaki Shinra, the ever-dutiful Vice President.

Elegant as always, her long black hair framed a face carved from focus. She said nothing—but she didn't have to. Her presence spoke volumes.

But they weren't alone.

Lined along the walls were the remaining Student Council members—Reya, Tomoe, Tsubasa, Genshirou… and Momo, who returned to her spot near the back.

A full meeting?

Now this was getting fun.

I stepped inside, hands tucked casually in my pockets, that familiar smirk playing on my lips.

Sona wasted no time.

"Malrik-kun," she said, tone smooth as ever. "Take a seat."

I did, settling in with the kind of relaxed posture that said this is my room now.

"So," I said, eyes scanning the room, "what's this about? Don't tell me I'm already in trouble for violating school decorum."

Sona's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

"You're quite the anomaly, Malrik-kun."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

Her voice remained calm—sharp, but never rude.

"First, you decline an offer to join a Peerage."

She folded her hands on the desk, studying me.

"Then, an unknown entity prevents a Fallen Angel from killing Issei Hyoudou… conveniently right after your Transformation."

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze unrelenting.

"Coincidence?"

Now this… was impressive.

I expected suspicion from her.

But the fact that she'd pieced together this much already?

Sona Sitri was not someone to underestimate.

I kept my smirk, masking the shift in tension with a chuckle.

"I must say, Kaichou," I said with playful charm, "the way you study me… almost feels like you're interested. If you wanted to spend more time with me, you could've just asked."

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Momo blink—just once—but it was enough.

Her lips twitched before a quiet chuckle escaped her.

"Confident, aren't you?" she said, amused.

I turned to her with a grin.

"What can I say? I like making an impression."

Tsubaki, who had been stoically silent until now, shifted slightly.

A subtle pink dusted her cheeks. It was gone as quickly as it came, but I caught it.

Sona, unmoved, exhaled softly.

"Deflection. How predictable."

I rested my chin on my hand, expression playful.

"Not deflection," I said. "I just enjoy watching you try to figure me out."

Her eyes sharpened—curiosity flaring beneath the surface.

She knew something.

She just didn't know what yet.

And she wasn't going to let it go.

But for now?

She had nothing.

"Keep guessing, Kaichou," I said, flashing a grin. "It's entertaining."

She breathed out through her nose again.

Still calm. Still unshaken.

But I could feel it.

The game was on.

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