The New Thief Cat
The atmosphere in the clubroom grew somber.
For decades, she had lived as a hero, not as an individual.
What she gained for her dedication to humanity and the world was nothing but destruction and despair.
In such circumstances, the only person who became her salvation was that man.
Aris spoke.
Five Crowns, the White Empress.
Until now, the title of president had overshadowed it, but the forgotten alias revived in everyone’s minds.
Yoshizaki Seira had been the Messiah who sacrificed everything 30 years ago to save humanity and the world.
In the heavy atmosphere, the first to speak was Olivia.
“I… I had no idea the president had such circumstances.”
Her voice, usually lively, was now heavy with seriousness.
Being someone who valued the qualifications, responsibilities, and duties of a hero, Olivia understood.
Just like the Black Prince, a fellow member of the Five Crowns, Seira must have lived bearing a heavy burden on her shoulders.
The end of the Messiah, who had been praised by all and sacrificed for the world, left alone after all her comrades had died.
That must have been an even greater loss than when Olivia lost her brother in childhood.
A shadow passed over Olivia’s face.
‘There’s definitely something more to this.’
On the same day, four members of the Five Crowns had died simultaneously.
And the only one who survived was Yoshizaki Seira.
It was a tragic coincidence; the gossipers called it an accident, and Olivia had believed that was the truth.
However, after hearing about Seira’s past from Aris, along with the spirit of Durandal that was suspected to belong to the Black Prince, Olivia was convinced.
The deaths of the four members of Five Crowns, including the Black Prince, were not mere coincidences but the result of a grand conspiracy.
‘If that’s truly the case…’
Olivia could never forgive those who orchestrated that conspiracy.
“President, this is so sad…”
Sniffle.
Eri shed tears.
“Eri-chan, don’t cry.”
Makoto patted her back.
“I had no idea… that there was such a situation.”
Rin nodded grimly.
She had had quite a bit of interaction with Seira since childhood, but she had never heard such deep matters before.
“…..”
Haru falls silent.
Seira, always smiling in her childhood memories, had never felt so distant in the original narrative.
‘Grandma Seira…’
There is definitely a difference between knowing something in your head and hearing it directly.
Even the usually cheeky and playful Haru didn’t feel like teasing Seira this time.
In a somber atmosphere, Aris speaks up.
“So please, underclassmen, don’t hate the Chairman too much. Since she’s here as a special transfer student, I hope you will treat her well.”
Aris bows her head.
“Please.”
Upon seeing Aris bow, Eri is taken aback.
The student council president, who had never bowed her head recklessly to anyone, is doing so for the first time due to Seira’s matter.
“No, Senpai. You really don’t have to bow like that. I’ll try my best to follow what Senpai said! Right, Makopi?”
Eri is the first to react, waving her hands in a fluster.
Although not as much as Olivia, the student council president Aris was someone Eri secretly admired.
She didn’t want to see someone like her bowing her head.
“Uh, yeah…”
Makoto instinctively nods at Eri’s words.
“Well… I’ll do my best as well.”
Next to react after Eri and Makoto is Olivia, who nods with her arms crossed.
“I’ll follow the student council president’s words.”
“I’ll do the same, Haru.”
Finally, Rin and Haru also nod in agreement.
Seeing this, a small smile appears on Aris’s lips.
“I’m glad. Then let’s take good care of our Chairman, everyone.”
After hearing Aris’s request, the heroines quietly nodded their heads again.
In this gentle light novel world, the meeting concluded with the heroines all understanding the unfortunate past circumstances.
*
At the same time.
In the student guidance room.
A small room prepared next to the office for one-on-one guidance between instructor and student.
With a desk in between and two chairs facing each other, the view of Shuo Hero Academy is reflected through the window.
In this setting, a pink-haired beauty instructor, Mayuzumi Mayu, and a purple-haired cute girl, Hoshino Kasumi, sit across from each other.
“Did you call for me, Mayuzumi-sensei? It feels like it’s been a while since it’s just been the two of us like this. Hehe.”
Kasumi blushes slightly and smiles.
“Eh? Yes! It’s been a while, Hoshino-san.”
Mayu gives an awkward smile.
“Is there something you need from me, sensei?”
“Something? Yes! Of course there is!”
At Kasumi’s question, Mayu awkwardly nods her head.
Her heart starts racing.
Mayu’s face turns red.
Seeing her reaction, Kasumi tilts her head in confusion.
‘Was Mayu-sensei always like this?’
The Mayu she knows is a kind, model instructor who is considerate towards everyone.
When she was a freshman, she had noticed and cared for her when she felt out of place in class.
At the same time, she often displayed a clueless, carefree character.
That’s why she was immensely popular among the students.
She was the most popular among the students.
That’s why Mayu’s current appearance felt extremely awkward to Kasumi.
As if she were hiding something.
“Teacher.”
Grab.
Kasumi holds Mayu’s hand.
Mayu is startled.
“Are you perhaps troubled? Mayuzumi-sensei, your face shows exactly what you’re thinking…”
“Yes, yes?!”
Mayu’s face turns as red as a ripe tomato from being questioned by her student.
Cold sweat runs down her face.
The reason she called Kasumi was to secretly inquire, in her capacity as the advisor of the cooking club, whether the rumors about the so-called Black Beast were true, which were said to be associated with a scoundrel.
“I can’t tolerate any misconduct within the club activities as the advisor…”
That was her excuse.
But now, she had been caught off guard by Kasumi.
“Teacher, there’s no need to hide anything from me. We’re close, right? So, you can feel free to express your worries.”
Kasumi smiles brightly.
“Hoshino…”
Mayu’s eyes waver at the sight of Kasumi.
Memories of Kasumi from their first year flash in her mind.
The gloomy girl who had kept to herself and didn’t try to make friends.
It’s hard to believe she has changed so much, becoming someone who is so proactive.
“I’m so glad you’ve changed, Hoshino!”
Hug.
Mayu pulls Kasumi into a tight embrace.
Kasumi, feeling stifled in Mayu’s ample bosom, pushes her away and says, “P-please just tell me, Sensei. Don’t try to dodge it.”
Kasumi’s female intuition instinctively tells her that Mayu’s change in behavior is related to Kim Deok-Sung.
She had heard about how Kim Deok-Sung had saved Mayu during the school trip.
Yet, after that trip, suddenly engaging in behaviors she hadn’t before and calling upon her under the pretense of advisor duties seemed suspicious.
“Could it be that Sensei has feelings for the junior…”
That possibility could exist.
The junior, while flawed, was a perfect man. No girl would remain indifferent if such a man came to her rescue like a prince on a white horse.
Moreover, Mayuzumi-sensei was a 24-year-old single lady.
So when she was saved, her heart likely raced even more.
“I can guarantee that I, who was also saved by the junior, feel that way.”
Doubts turned into conjecture, and conjecture turned into certainty.
“Then what should I do…”
Kasumi’s mind began to swirl.
She was now part of the Harem Plan.
However, unlike Olivia and Eri, who had established strong standings, or Haru, who had allies like Yuji, Kasumi’s position within the harem was weak.
“I need allies.”
To secure a proper position within the harem, she required allies as well.
She needed to act more proactively.
And Mayu, who came into view, would make an excellent strategic partner.
“W-wait, Hoshino. I don’t have any other intentions, it’s just that because of the rumors circulating about Kim… as the advisor, I just wanted to ask you…”
Due to the rumors circulating about Kim Deok-Sung, Hoshino Kasumi, the club president, was being approached as a club activity advisor…
And the moment I heard what Mayuzumi-sensei blurted out.
Kasumi, through a woman’s intuition, confirmed it.
“Mayuzumi-sensei.”
“Yes?”
“You like the junior, right?”
“Y-yes?!”
Mayuzumi-sensei was flustered and surprised.
Her face turned bright red.
Seeing this, Kasumi grabbed her hands excitedly and said,
“If that’s the case… could you possibly help me?”
“How, how?!”
At Mayuzumi-sensei’s bewildered response, Kasumi replied.
“The Harem… plan.”
The moment those words slipped out of Kasumi’s seemingly dazed mouth, Mayuzumi-sensei covered her mouth in shock.
Kasumi whispered something to the flustered Mayuzumi, who nodded as if entranced.
It was the moment when Han Seo-Jin’s harem plan entered a completely new phase.
*
Several days after the partner selection for the three-legged race took place, that morning.
“…me.”
A faint voice echoed by my ear while I was deep in sleep.
“It’s morning! Wake up, Deok-Sung oppa! You’re going to be late!”
A familiar voice, but one that shouldn’t be heard at this hour.
It was the voice of the president.
The president?
Why is Seira here right now?
Is this a dream?
Just as I was about to fall asleep again in a daze…
Shake.
“You’re late! You’re late!”
Someone was shaking my body.
Suddenly.
With unexpected physical contact, my eyelids flew open.
What I saw when I opened my eyes was—
“Ah, you’re finally awake, little one. Hehe. Good morning.”
On my belly, sitting comfortably, was the white-haired, red-eyed beautiful girl.
It was Yoshizaki Seira.
Wait, she’s sitting on me?
[Oh no… sister…]
From the start of the day, the Black Prince’s sigh echoed.
Now I understood why I hadn’t heard the Black Prince’s usual morning wake-up call.
If I were the Black Prince and saw the president sitting on me to wake me up, it would be a situation straight out of a light novel, no, a dating sim, that would have me completely flabbergasted.
And it’s none other than Seira.
“Did you sleep well? Seratan slept well indeed.”
Seira said, playfully winking with a slightly flushed face.
I could feel her weight on my belly.
“Why is the president here?”
“I told Han Seo-Jin that I wanted to wake the little one today, and she gladly let me in.”
So it was Han Seo-Jin’s doing?
That’s outrageous.
I couldn’t even speak casually to someone with such authority as the president.
“Now that I’m awake, could you please get off?”
In the end, all I could say was to ask her to get off.
“Understood.”
With a graceful motion, Seira got off my belly.
Feeling a bit shy, she coughed lightly and used her black lace fan to cover her flushed face as she spoke.
“By the way, little one, do you know what day it is today?”
At Seira’s question, my gaze instinctively turned to the calendar.
The academic schedule below today’s date indicated the sports festival.
That’s right.
Today was the dreaded day of the sports festival.
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