Zeems Charles.

His first misfortune, born of a forbidden love between demons and humans, was that his mother was the beloved daughter of Princess Mircetta.

The Mirchetta family captured his mother, who ran off with the demon, and asked the church to deceive his father. The mother who was killed her husband lets Zeems escape in exchange for his life.

But Zeems didn't even have time to grieve. To make him deceased, his mother's brother - his uncle - drove him around using the church to make him deceased.

Even half demons are wary of demons and can't keep them on their side. Even humans don't accept thin, dirty children. Zemes fled desperately, hiding himself, a half demon. To fulfill her mother's last wish to "live".

Having learned to melt into humans successfully growing up, he entered Misha School as chief and became student chairman, ridiculing his pursuers. I did everything I could to make it easy to assassinate him by standing out.

He was such a lass boss of one. Like Claude, there is no route around which to attack, and only a future is prepared to be burned by the Holy Sword. When the offense is possible in the second circle, Serena's plea makes him human and welcomes the ending tied to Serena.

But there is no second circle in reality, and most importantly, Eileen does not interpret that conclusion.

(I know it's a promise to be human and be saved... I wonder if that's okay with him)

Zemes has a proud personality. - You were born beloved, our child. Put your chest up, please be happy - yes, I'm not ashamed of myself half demon because I was blessed by my parents.

Can it be called salvation to make him such a human being?

Eileen is the one with the Holy Sword now. If you use the Holy Sword unconvincing, you may erase every Zemes. Because I want to confess, I believe that the Holy Sword is the last resort.

"Recommend Iri Karlua to the common business of the Student Council? Make the joke easy, Augusto."

After school in the student club room, Zemes laughed with his nose in reflexes.

An august of annoying faces looms from the front of the sandalwood desk.

"I'm not kidding. I'm impressed. To Iri's heart of changing this school!

"Students who are so willing on the second day of transfer, etc., can't be complacent"

Damn right, and Eileen nodded inside. The purpose of entering the Student Council is to monitor and observe Zeems in order to prevent him from lashing out.

But then I raise my voice because I think this school can be reformed as well.

"Chairman Zeems. I just transferred and don't know much about this school. That's why I thought going into a student council to understand this school, and doing better, would also help me grow."

"That's right! Besides, Aili knows about countries other than here. Putting someone like that in a student council wouldn't be negative, Zemes."

"This school is“ Little Mirchetta, "and the student council is" Little National Government. "Where are the idiots who allow other countries to intervene in national politics"

"Isn't that nice? I agree, Iri, your student council membership."

It was Walt who raised his voice with his cheek cane on a desk along the wall. Irene turns her gaze to unexpected cover. Augusto let his face shine all the time.

"Right, Senior Walt!

"Excellent human resource imports from other countries are common. Hey, Kyle."

"It is true that we are understaffed before the school festival. It would be a pleasure if more comrades wanted to make this school better"

Quiet response was Kyle Elford. This is the last student council I've seen in the meantime.

Kyle, with the oriental face of white skin on black hair, is a senior character with the same position of accounting as Walt, but the gorgeous Walt and quiet Kyle contrast, and are very picturesque when lined up. Against Walt, who laughed at Irene for throwing her gaze at him, Kyle is also impressed by the tremendous momentum he has been holding his spine up and judging the paperwork.

(Now you know all the offensive characters in the student council. But there's no Serena at all...)

There were three people gathered in the student council room after school: Zemes, Walt, and Kyle, except Serena, who had already returned home.

"Now it's three on one! Serena said she disagreed. Three to two, right, Zemes?"

"Majority voting is not foolish. They'll just be saying it right in the first place."

"You're out of your mind. I made a deal for good people, Zemes. You have just the right case. What do you mean, try to be good?

Zemes turns a blind eye to Walt's proposal. But soon he followed his usual unfavorable and sober expression and put his hands together on the desk of sandalwood before Eileen asked.

"- Then let me ask you again if you are a good comrade and want to make this school better. Right now, there's a case that we just can't get to. Shall I ask for it?"

I'm obviously willing to push every mess. Augusto looks a little anxious.

But I can't move forward if I pull here. Eileen took it with an extra smile and stood.

"If that's what I can do. What kind of project is it?

"About a month ago, a female student was injured, and there are rumors that the killer is a vampire"

"... vampires... you mean demons?

Would it have been in such a case, a game? To Irene with a suspicious face, Zemes nods and wants his neck muscles at his fingertips.

"He said there were two holes in the neck muscles of a female student who was in a coma, like she was sucked of blood. I can't even talk to him when he says he doesn't remember. It's a rumor that came out because of it. I left it in an accident, but the lilies sniffed it off. Oh, the Lily Ladies is a group of parents made up of graduates from this school."

That's the name of the organization that came up in the game. Apparently, game settings still exist in reality.

"It's just the ladies, and there's something about it... meticulous. You are very concerned that something will happen before the school festival. The female students at this school are ladies' eggs. So if anything happens to you, you're in trouble."

Well, the point is, the loud parents are asking me to investigate, but Zemes doesn't want to deal with it as a crappy rumor. I guess that means I want to throw it to Eileen because it's a hassle.

"He went as far as to complain to the Princess's deputy for not investigating the case"

Princess surrogate. Neither Zemes on the front nor Augusto next door noticed Irene, who reacted tightly.

"Princess surrogate... you're the demon king. Courageous."

I'm told he was visiting because he asked if the killer was a demon king.

"That job, I'll take it"

"What?"

"I'll take it. Should we investigate and name the killer?

Claude is suspected of assaulting a female student. I can't overlook this as my fiancée.

Zemes coughed and nodded, although he felt the temper of Eileen burning a quiet rage, slightly frowning.

"Then let's leave it to it. Once we've settled that, we'll make you a student council business."

"Then I'd like a pledge, please. If you tell me you don't remember promising to do that later, I won't stop."

Laughing furiously, Walt erupted small in the back. Zemes drops his sigh, takes out the paper and runs the blade pen. I'm used to it. The writing and format were perfect. I can see why they call this a “small national government”.

"One more thing, I think we need both security and security at the same time as the investigation. I'd also like permission to set up a guard force."

"Guard?

"Please also allow the bandage. All the more so if there are rumors that the killer is a demon. - It would also be a performance for the ladies of the lilies, wouldn't it?

Zemes puts his fist on his chin and thinks.

"Squad... what would the crew do if you were the captain"

"Constant Recruitment"

To the true-faced answer, Zemes laughed provocatively.

"Fine, I'll allow it. - If you want to get together."

"Thank you."

"So this is the first thing you do to establish a guard."

Zemes, who wrote something else besides the pledge, flipped the last piece of writing that pushed him to sign and sentence to Irene.

This is a report on the establishment of a guard unit. The content of the discussions so far has been summarized.

Did you write this while we were talking? Irene wraps her tongue around the inside saying it's a great deal of information processing power.

"In this writing, the dean of the school - I mean, get permission to represent the princess"

…… Yes? The school director, acting princess?

"For generations, the school director of Misha School is co-chaired by the princess of Mirchetta"

"Ha!?"

I've never heard of such a setting.

(I mean, Master Claude is now the school director...... wait a minute! Does that mean there is a possibility of putting your face on the school!?... but if by chance, even in a bowl)

Zemes snorts at Irene, who shuddered for a long time.

"What, are you afraid to meet the Demon King? To try to solve a bloodsucking case that's now suspected of being the work of demons? The only thing that makes it so prestigious is the way it looks."

"Well... that's not it"

"If it is also just the creation of a new institution, it is signed and judged by the dean of the school. Yeah, of course, if you don't want to go, that's fine. There's no such thing as a story."

Pinch the pledge with your fingers and Zemes laughs.

(If Mr. Claude spreads it, he immediately forcibly sends it back...!

I can't have the sweet idea that I'm fine because I'm dressed as a man - etc. That guy spots. I was so sure.

Or if you don't stand in front of me and get spotted, how about that?

(No, I'm not, now! What to do......)

A wandering gaze captured a pile of cluttered stacked objects placed in the corner of a neat student council room.

Maybe it's a prop I collect for the school festival. Oh, I glance.

"Come on, what do we do? Let the Demon King judge you or not."

Extend your fingers to the writing that remains on the desk of the sandalwood. I put a lot of effort into it and grabbed it.

Shit, even if it's the demon king, it's because of love.

- I'm coming.

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