I Became the Son of a Corrupt Lord, so I’ll Enjoy an Easy Life in Another World ~but Please Stop Revering Me as a “Saint”!~

Stage 2-5. Invitation To A Tea Party

I… don’t feel anything in particular.

All I have to do is fulfill the role I’ve been given, the reason for Reina MIlfonty’s existence.

“Once I’ve completed his appointment letter, I will head to the location ahead of you. …After that, carry out your tasks as instructed. Even someone as useless as you should be able to manage that much.”

“…For the sake of your wishes, I will do my best.”

“Good. That’s the reason I took you in. …Now, return to your duties. The student council is likely busy even during lunch break.”

The pressure from earlier vanished, replaced by the mask of the headmaster known to the students, as I was dismissed.

I bowed my head once more and left the room.

“……[Healing Heal]”

As I walked down the hallway, I cast a healing spell to erase the marks from where the teacher had struck me.

Oh, right, my neck too. They’d grabbed me pretty forcefully, so there might be handprints left.

The fact they couldn’t break me shows the teacher’s strength must be waning.

No matter who you are, age eventually limits the power you can exert.

Even if you were once the [Frone of Thunder], who swept through countless battlefields, defeating enemy generals.

“Well then, I suppose I should get back to finishing my student council work, as instructed.”

With the student council understaffed, my workload naturally becomes heavier.

…Once again, I’ll be staring down another mountain of paperwork.

“—Ah.”

“Oh?”

—Just as I began to feel a bit down, before I could open the door, a black-haired boy stepped out from inside.

It was none other than Ouga Vellet himself, so it was only natural that I froze on the spot.

It felt like a divine encounter, as if the gods were trying to comfort me.

“Perfect timing. I’ve been looking for you, Student Council President.”

“That’s rare. For you to seek me out?”

“I thought I’d invite you to lunch.”

“Why is that?”

“I’ve heard that your skills as student council president are exceptional, and I was hoping you could show me firsthand.”

“…Well, well.”

His unexpected compliment left me speechless.

I hadn’t anticipated such straightforward praise.

Caught off guard, I couldn’t find the words to respond, so Vellet misunderstood my silence as reluctance and continued.

“As payment, I’ll provide a meal that will satisfy you. So, how about it?”

…This is odd.

The hostility that had always been in his gaze was starting to fade.

At first, I thought he was trying to get close to me to extract information, but…

Now, it seems there’s a possibility that this is just a simple gesture of goodwill.

…In other words, those words of invitation earlier might actually have been sincere.

A mix of various emotions and speculations swirled within me.

…No, my priorities don’t matter right now.

Someone who had previously shown no interest is now approaching me of their own accord.

There’s no way I can let this opportunity slip by.

“In that case, I’d be happy to join you.”

I plastered on the same smile as always and gave my answer.