Then I started talking about her "ordinary life" while respecting the privacy of the chairperson.

　At the regular lunchtime meeting, everyone brings their lunch and talks about various things.
　After school, she spends her time happily with Lilim and Ferris.
　In recent years, he sometimes comes out to the swinging club, and when he does, he is seriously devoting himself to sword fighting.

This is how the chairman is spending his time every day, looking very happy.

　"Well, that's how it is.

So that's great. ......

　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that," he said, nodding contentedly as he stared off into the distance.

　This is a great way to get the most out of your business.

　It's a good idea to take a look at the website to see if there is anything you need to know.
　The sadness of not being able to return to that warm circle.

　It's a complex expression of mixed feelings.

(Why in the world did Sebas-san join the Kuro Organization? ......?)

　If you care about the chairman so much, you should swing your sword for her. .......

　I'm not sure what to make of this.

(But I'm sure there are unavoidable circumstances. ......)

　It seems that the Thirteenth Knight of the Oracle has a wish that he wants to fulfill even if he joins the Kuro Organization.

　In order to know the end of the world - "beyond the waterfall of the world".
　Rain-Grad wants to save Serena, a girl affected by the rain curse.
　Sebas Chandler is ...... wondering what is really going on.

　As I pondered this.

I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I'm wondering if there's anything else that Allen ...... can do for me.　It doesn't matter how small it is. Really, anything. I want to hear about the Chairman crying, laughing, getting angry--anyway, I want to hear about her 'live' .......

　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

Hmm ....... Oh, by the way, ...... there was a story about this.

　That's right. It was during a lunch break, just before the graduation ceremony.
　As we were gathering for our regular meeting, the "lunch meeting", suddenly the door to the student council room was opened and a male student walked in.

　He shouted out three things: that he was a third-year student who would be graduating soon, that he had liked the president from the moment he first saw him, and that he wanted a relationship with her on the premise of marriage.

　To put it simply, I confessed my love to the chairman.

　The result was a disastrous defeat. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I'm in love with someone else," was a strong counter.

I was indeed a little surprised at that time. It was the first time I saw someone confess their love to me.

　The moment I said that, the next thing I knew.

"Wait a minute, what piece of trash is that?

　The next moment I said that, "Wait a minute, what piece of trash is that?" He twisted his neat face and let out a hair-raising 'pressure'.
　It's an unusual kind of pressure, full of hatred and rage.

(This is ......!?)

　Just the other day, I was subjected to this exact same negative emotion.