Instead, she turned her attention and gaze toward the other side.
A cute girl with short silver hair arrived, gripping a cane while Masumi Kamuro held an umbrella over her.
"Isn't this President Sakayanagi?" Ichika Amasawa took the initiative to greet her.
"I came to see how you were doing," President Sakayanagi said. "I wanted to see how serious your injuries were."
"Then thank you for your concern, President. My body is already fine now," Ichika said.
"However, you seem to be in a poor mood. Did the contents of the text message you received leave you feeling conflicted?" Sakayanagi Arisu asked.
"..."
But Ichika Amasawa had received that message ten minutes ago. President Sakayanagi had not been here ten minutes ago.
In other words, she had obtained information about Ichika's surroundings through some other means.
In other words, she had been under surveillance.
After all, this was the deck, and there were quite a few students around.
"Hehe—"
Despite being treated so excessively, Ichika smiled.
"No, I'm happier than I've ever been."
"Because it seems I've gained my freedom," she said.
"Freedom..." Sakayanagi Arisu seemed to pause for two seconds. "When I was little, my father once took me to a facility called the White Room. Through the glass, I saw some children undergoing training."
"And I don't believe that was a good place. Turning ordinary people into geniuses—setting aside how grueling the process is, even if it truly succeeds, one cannot deny that it is also because they inherited excellent genes."
"I reject the White Room's method of cultivating geniuses."
"And what I can do, what I want to do, is defeat the children who came out of there and prove that the White Room is wrong," Sakayanagi Arisu said.
So that was it.
President Sakayanagi had come