Although the Student Council always had plenty of work to do, members who arrived at its office to start working around seven in the morning were exceedingly rare at the Academy.
At that moment, only one petite figure occupied the spacious, somewhat empty Student Council office. She paced anxiously across the polished wooden floor, her light footsteps unusually clear in the silent room.
Yelina Forst, a third-year student at Glory Kail Academy, was technically Vivian's senior.
Yet there was almost nothing about her that reflected that status.
There were two reasons for this:
First, she had an exceptionally youthful baby face, a petite frame under a meter and a half tall, and big, round eyes that always held a trace of timidity. She looked exactly like a student who had just entered the Middle School Division. Sometimes, even first-year students mistook her for an adorable younger student who had wandered into the wrong place.
Second, she was shy and timid, spoke in a tiny voice, and panicked easily, with none of the maturity or commanding presence expected of a senior.
Over time, everyone in the Student Council, and even classmates who knew her, unconsciously came to treat her as a younger student who needed looking after, or as a mascot.
But at that moment, this mascot of a senior was filled with overwhelming unease and anxiety.
"Ohhh... The p-president specifically told me to come this early... Is-is there some really important task she has to give me?"
She clasped her hands tightly before her chest, her fingertips white from the pressure, and muttered to herself, tension written all over her round face:
"B-but... I only got out of the hospital a few days ago... I'm still not feeling that well... Can someone as useless and unlucky as me really finish