Chapter 8 : Student Council President, Ameri Azazel

40 minutes later,

Babyls' School Greenhouse Tower basked in soft sunlight that danced on dew-kissed leaves. Magical flora stretched toward the skies, and in the heart of this living wonder stood a figure as whimsical as the garden itself.

Stolas Suzy, the Head of Demonic Biology, stepped forward like a breeze on a spring morning. With a serene smile and an air of dreamy elegance, she clasped her hands gently in front of her.

Her golden hair flowed in soft curls, tied into twin pigtails that bounced with every step. A dainty tiara sat atop her head like a crown of petals, befitting her title as the mistress of magical plants. Half-lidded eyes twinkled with calm mischief—reflecting the stillness of a quiet pond.

She wore a pastel cloak fastened with neat buttons and a wide belt, and beneath it, a flowing dress paired with cute boots that made no sound against the greenhouse floor. Every movement she made felt like it belonged to the plants she so lovingly cared for.

With a gentle chant, "Kuan Kuan," and a dreamy "Oui," her magic shimmered through the air. Before the students' wide eyes, a flower bloomed with a soft poof, stretching proudly under her spell.

The greenhouse buzzed with chatter. Students formed groups under the glass dome, surrounded by sunlight and vibrant flora. The atmosphere felt bright and carefree—but Iruma kept his head low, blending into the background.

(For now… I better not stand out. I'll just go with the flow, he thought.)

At the front, Suzy bounced energetically, raising a flower.

"Try to visualize it! Picture it in your mind—and your magic will bloom it into life!" she beamed.

Iruma stood still, watching flowers blossom from magic all around him.

(I… don't have any magic. I can't make anything bloom.)

Suddenly, the room fell quiet.

Two upperclassmen entered—tall, composed, with a powerful presence. Their crisp uniforms and calm, noble aura silenced the class.

One had long hair tied neatly back, walking with sharp elegance. The other's expression was unreadable—both looked untouchable.

"Isn't that the student council president?!" someone whispered.

The pair passed like shadows—cool, authoritative, dignified.

Iruma glanced up, surprised, eyes tracking their movements.

Nearby, students murmured:

"Whoa… there are people upstairs…"

"They're upperclassmen."

Jazz added with a shrug, "Now that the first-years have their ranks, the upper years can scout us out."

Iruma said nothing. Still invisible. Still in-between worlds.

But not everyone felt that way.

"Don't worry, guys," Sabnock Sabro declared, flexing with pride. In his hand, a monstrous white plant pulsed—magic he had just conjured with brute force. "They obviously came to observe me."

Asmodeus stood tall, casting his spell with elegance. From his magic, a flower bloomed—its petals a brilliant red, flickering like embers.

"This is the Burning Flame Flower," he announced with pride. "A rare species that refines the air around it, blessing the land it grows on, just like Iru—"

Before he could finish, a splash of water soaked the flower.

Sabro stood there with a now-empty bucket, smirking. "Oops."

"Sabnock Sabro!" Asmodeus barked, eyes blazing. "That was a masterpiece!"

"You talk too much." Sabro growled back. "Your flower wasn't that impressive."

Their tempers flared, and it was clear they were seconds away from clashing.

Iruma, watching the whole thing unfold, rolled his eyes and glanced over at Clara.

She beamed, hopping up and down in front of a squiggly, vibrant-looking plant that resembled a dancing mushroom. "Look, Iruma-chi! Mine's doing a wiggle!"

Iruma gave a small smile, then walked toward a quiet corner of the greenhouse where a tiny, wilted bud stuck out from the soil.

Let's try… if it doesn't work, then just fail me. I do not fear failure. He smirked softly to himself.

He raised both hands over the plant, mimicking the teacher's earlier chant. "Kuan Kuan…" Well, just dreaming, I guess…

Suddenly, a faint pulse of dark purple and black light flickered from the ring on his finger—like a quiet flame from a lamp.

The small bud shivered… then sprouted, twirling upward into a majestic bloom, its petals glowing with a deep amethyst hue, almost humming with life. Students around him gasped.

Wait… that wasn't me, right? Iruma blinked.

Just then, his ring buzzed, and Sullivan's cheery voice came through the small device in his ear.

"Iruma-kun~! Sorry, I forgot to mention—I gave your ring a bit of my magic earlier so you could try out casting! But just a tiny bit, okay? Use only the bare minimum!"

Iruma whispered back, smiling faintly. "I already did, old man. It was enough."

And then we see at first The air in Babyls was unusually still, almost reverent, as a strange and impossible sight took form within the towering greenhouse. something magnificent had emerged—its roots splitting stone, its petals defying the very beauty of the Netherworld.

A sakura tree had bloomed.

While looking at that sasuke had is old life memories reminder "Huh ... those days were so ...But now this is a new life new beginning"

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Soft, pink blossoms fluttered through the air like delicate snow, blanketing the space in an ethereal haze. The massive tree stood tall and regal, its gnarled roots breaking through the school's floor, as if to proclaim its presence with quiet authority. Light filtered through the petals, painting the dark gothic architecture of Babyls with a rare, gentle glow.

In the stunned silence, students and teachers alike stared, wide-eyed and speechless.

"Student Council President!!" a voice cried out in disbelief.

The president stood in place, stunned, her eyes locked on the blooming anomaly.

"A first-year scholarship student has… grown something pink and… fluffy?!" another exclaimed, voice cracking with confusion.

"That thing… it doesn't exist in the demon world."

From a nearby window, a student blinked, mouth agape. "Huh?"

At the base of the tree, nestled among the falling petals, the source of the miracle remained quiet.

A human boy, one who had crossed worlds and burdens, now sat peacefully in the branches, the tree seemingly blooming in response to his presence.

"You should've held back just a little more," a voice teased from below.

And the sakura petals danced, whispering secrets only the boy could hear.

Amidst the murmurs and whispers that swept through Babyls like wildfire, one voice remained calm—cool and commanding.

In the council chambers high above the commotion, the Student Council President, Ameri Azazel, stared at the page before her. The book lay open, its contents unsettling. The name Iruma—written in kanji eerily similar to human—stood out boldly, surrounded by scribbled notes: summon demon, familiar contract, top student Asmodeus, chant forbidden spells.

"Honour student Iruma…" she murmured, her crimson eyes narrowing with thought. The pieces didn't quite fit, and yet… they were forming a shape. A shape the demon world had never seen before.

She shut the notebook with a firm snap, the echoes matching the weight of her resolve. Her mind lingered on the sakura tree—its pink blossoms entirely alien to their world—and how it bloomed not through magic, but from something deeper… something human.

"As expected," she said aloud, standing from her seat, the long coat of her uniform billowing like a judge's robe.

"It seems I need to listen to it from him at least once…"