The day after successfully concluding the Rosenkreuz of the Rose Maiden Cross meeting.

Li was in high spirits and, after finishing her academic lectures, began preparing to head to her extracurricular activities.

At that moment, the male instructor poked his head in and called out.

“We’re going to meet the Student Council members now. Those who’ve been invited, follow me.”

Official participation in the Student Council would begin next term.

Before that, however, they would at least become acquainted.

Li, the Saint, Alberta, the Crown Prince and his entourage.

Apparently, this year had more participants than usual.

They followed behind the instructor in a small procession toward the Student Council room.

In truth, it was not far at all.

The classrooms where Li and the others attended lectures were located in the main building.

The Student Council room was on the fourth floor of that same building.

It was large enough to fit two of their classrooms.

Yet with shelves and documents lining the walls, it somehow felt cramped.

In the center stood a table with seating and a sofa set.

Compared to expectations, the furnishings were rather modest.

By the window sat a wooden desk and behind it, the Student Council President.

“Well then, I’ll leave the rest to you,” the instructor said before promptly leaving the room.

The Student Council President was a woman.

Her pale light-green hair resembled fresh young leaves and her deep emerald eyes were striking.

Perhaps it was the glasses she wore that gave her an intelligent, sharp impression.

Being a senior student, she also carried a subtle air of maturity.

Red’s cheeks had flushed faintly upon seeing her.

“I am the Student Council President, Kirshti Anmendra Samdio Cluwus.”

Her greeting flowed smoothly and eloquently.

Her family name was the same as the Headmaster’s.

She was a young lady of House Samdio, one of the Three Ducal Houses.

To the Headmaster, she would be his great-granddaughter.

“I am Keith Eerio Heliantsus Liese.”

The Crown Prince declared this with an air of arrogance.

Watching him, the President thought he resembled a child trying to stand tall.

She also sensed, almost with certainty, that this might prove more troublesome than expected.

Next, the Crown Prince’s entourage offered their greetings.

The President listened with an inward wry smile.

Ordinarily, greetings would proceed in order of parental rank.

By skipping proper etiquette, the entourage had left a poor first impression.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Li Earlychar Karasebed Quewa.”

Li performed a graceful curtsy.

Alberta and the Saint followed.

“I welcome you all to the Student Council,” the President continued once introductions were complete.

“You will officially begin your participation next term. However, I would like you to grow accustomed to things beforehand. When your schedules permit, please feel free to visit the Student Council room.”

“And,” she added, glancing at the two male students standing on either side of her.

“Vil Giha Gyuro. I serve as Vice President. You may call me Senior Vil.”

He stood to her left.

Tall and slender, with red-gray hair styled in a two-block cut, he was undeniably handsome.

“Shalwar Ryashi Hobal. I’m Vice President too. Senior Shal is fine. For reference, Vil is the heir of a Marquess House and I’m the second son of a Count House.”

The student on her right spoke.

His tone was rougher, but it suited his muscular build and short black hair.

“The remaining Student Council members will be introduced at a later date.”

With that, the formal introductions concluded.