I Noticed That It Was an Academy After 10 Years

318.This Election…Is Ruined (9)

‘What does being a student council president mean to me?’

“It is both an end and a means. The reason I want to become the student council president is…”

Millia stopped speaking for a moment and looked around her audience. After looking at her friends cheering her on, she opened her mouth again and continued her speech.

“…To be friends with everyone here. Of course, there may be people who think it’s strange. However, when you came to this academy, you came with your own personal goals, right?

“I just came with that goal.”

Millia kept her mouth shut at that point and looked at the reactions of those around her. It was a series of remarks that may seem a bit strange to be a speech, but people were listening to her with interest.

Rather, it may have been because it attracted attention because it was not like a speech.

Milia took a deep breath and immediately resumed her speech.

“So, I want to be friends with you. I want to be the student council president who is always by my side, whether it’s happy or sad. A student council president who listens to your stories and empathizes with you, not from above, but from the side.”

Milia turned her eyes and made eye contact with the students who were looking at her one by one.

Students cheering, students looking curious, students tilting their heads. All kinds of people were concentrating on Millia’s speech. Millia smiled and opened her mouth again.

“If you have any concerns, please tell me. If you have any suggestions, you can come to me. That’s what it means to be a friend.

With the title of student council president, I want to find and solve problems from the same perspective, rather than looking down on you from above.”

Isn’t that what friends are like?

Looking at the same place from the side rather than from above.

Millia thought of Karina and Johan, who were not here, and ran her hand through her speech.

“For example, it’s okay to bring incontinence on the wall in the hallway on the first floor of the old liberal arts department, or a request to remodel an unused space such as the first basement floor of the theology department to create a club or lounge , or even if you bring up a truly personal problem.

For example… Love advice? It’s okay to worry about a friend you’ve grown distant from. I also like worrying about academics. Because we are friends. “Personal worries can sometimes feel more serious than any other worries, right?”

‘Hmm, am I doing well?’

Because it was her first time writing a speech or giving a speech, Millia was not sure. Still, the reason she continues her speech is probably because her students are looking at her.

She continued to read her speech without losing her smile.

“I will be that kind of friend and be next to you, not above you, so I would appreciate it if you would use your precious vote to become my friend.”

Raise your sights. The minute hand of the clock has moved quite a bit.

Her eardrums were vibrating frantically from the constant applause.

Millia lowered her gaze again and glanced toward her waiting room. What did she say about the mimosa that went out just before?

‘I hope Karina doesn’t get too caught up in the name saint.’

Tradition is good. But should that be forced to the point where the individual’s will is ignored?

After finishing her speech, Millia opened her mouth again when the applause died down.

“Thank you for listening so far. One last thing to add… I think it’s good to throw away old traditions now that the traditions have been broken in some way.

Because she’s a saint, I don’t think it’s a good thing to give her the incredible responsibility of being the student council president. Please remember that the saint is a student like us.”

It was an outright sniper at Mimosa’s remarks her, but no one objected.

Naturally, when asked to give a speech, many people were displeased with Mimosa’s actions as she continued to praise the saint and talk about traditions.

Although the theology students were somewhat agitated, they soon calmed down under William’s leadership. If you think about it, it wasn’t a strange statement.

It was strange that the student council president position, which was chosen by vote, was actually given away for free.

Milia glanced to her side her, turning her eyes to see her eerie gaze her, piercing her her own cheek her, her her. There she was, Mimosa, with her evil, evil face her her glaring at her as if she were her parents ‘enemy of her.

“Miss Millia…”

At her professor’s signal that five minutes had passed, Milia smiled broadly and bowed.

“Okay guys! “I’m going back now!”

She has a bright smile that doesn’t seem appropriate for such a serious event as the student council election, but what can I say? As Milia was cheered by the students, she stepped down from the podium and walked to the waiting room.

Naturally, Milia couldn’t help but face her mimosa as she stood on the way to her waiting room.

“…You sound really interesting.”

“…Ignoring Karina’s feelings and acting as you please is something you shouldn’t do.”

“Such blasphemous…”

A gaze mixed with anger and even hatred. But Millia did not avoid her gaze. Because she wasn’t the type of person to be discouraged by the gaze of such a crazy guy.

As Milia glared at her, Mimosa felt her senses her disappearance her.

“Karina is not someone you can treat carelessly while talking about tradition. “If you really care for the ‘saint’… Just stay still.”

Don’t burden Karina with that tired fanaticism.

“This unbeliever!”

‘Huh?’

Millia’s gaze swiveled frantically.

Her her pushed her her her collapsed and her limbs her her flailed. A reflexive reaction to her sudden shove.

I feel dizzy.

And…You can see students looking astonished in the rotating gaze.

Milia closed her eyes tightly without realizing it.

“Mimosa! What is this? Buy, buy, buy, kill someone… !”

“No! I just… !”

He was framed as an unscrupulous murderer who suddenly cut off the head of a fellow student. Milia couldn’t figure out what to do in this difficult situation.

‘If I keep going like this, I might be treated like a dead person! I don’t like that!’

But wouldn’t it be a more serious problem if it happened now?

Everything she has worked so hard to build up until now will collapse.

Friends, grades, and memories.

I wanted to avoid that situation, but…Milia couldn’t figure out how to overcome this situation.

‘What would John have done?’

“I-I’m not! I just pushed… !”

What would John have done when he brought her out into the world for the first time?

If John were in my position… Her narrowed eyes instantly reveal Mimosa’s face filled with resentment as she was falsely accused of murder.

Anyway, I wasn’t framed for murder.

Milia didn’t like her, but being framed for her was a different matter.

Milia shook off her fear that she might be hated and slowly stood up.

“Mo, is your body moving?”

“Is this like a surprise? “There’s no bleeding… “

Millia stood on stage. A body without a head.

Everyone’s eyes widened at the sight of something so impossible. Milia trudged over and picked up her own head and placed it on her neck.

“Uh, uh, uh… “

Looking at her eyes filled with astonishment, Millia naturally took the podium and looked back at her students.

“I’m not human!”

“Monster… Monster bitch! He kept saying profanity, but in the end, it was because he was a monster!”

Mimosa’s screams mixed with screams echo through the auditorium. At her her words her her her, the gaze her her her surrounding her her her her Milia

Eyes filled with distrust and wariness.

Millia smiled sadly.

“I didn’t want the secret to be revealed like this…”

“How on earth did this happen?”

Principal Merlin, who was the first among her people to regain his composure, asked Milia. His face was one of disbelief even though he was seeing it with her own eyes.

“It’s just as you saw…”

“Has it all been an act so far?”

“She’s never acted before.”

“…Then that’s it.”

“Yes?”

“No matter what your identity is, aren’t you my student?”

“How could a student who studies so hard be a bad student? Hehe…”

Professor Galleon defended Milia with a kind smile. Wasn’t she a student who listened to classes that others found boring and asked questions several times a day?

Professor Galleon could not believe that although Millia was not human, she was a monster.

“I’m a professor…”

“Don’t cry. It’s not over yet, is it? “You have to explain it to your friends too.”

“Professor! How are you trying to protect such a monster?!”

“Monster…”

The students were once again agitated by Mimosa’s shout.

The principal took the side of the monster?

Students looking at Principal Merlin with disbelief and others looking embarrassed. Milia held her frantically beating heart and opened her mouth.

“Everyone… “

“Why is the monster here?”

“Shouldn’t we subdue it right away?”

“Have you been hiding and watching us all this time?”

“A spy sent by the devil?”

A scene where countless speculations and misunderstandings are being produced in real time. Millia’s eyes shook.

‘Am I a monster?’

The first question I had.

Her heart was covered with sadness

“Milia is a monster! What nonsense! “Milia is a good girl who often lends me her notebook!”

“Of course…”

“What kind of monster in the world keeps couples together!”

“That’s right!”

“Milia is a good friend!”

“That’s right!”

“It’s damn true. Have you ever seen Millia do something bad? Is there one?”

Milia and the students she was close to began to rebel against the rapidly changing atmosphere. Due to the unexpected formation of public opinion, the atmosphere in the auditorium was split in half.

There are those who say that if Milia is a monster, she must be defeated immediately, and those who protest that she is not.

Milia looked at her friends with eyes filled with emotion at the fact that she had friends who stood by her.

“Kids…”

“What does it have to do with being a monster or something? All you have to do is do your job well! Anyway, Millia is my friend!”

“She was tricked by the devil?!”

“Have you ever seen such a cute-looking devil?”

“Milia can’t do things like acting!”

The conflict between students became deeper and deeper. Milia, who wanted to somehow stop this situation, put her head forward and opened her mouth.

“I-“

“What’s happening now?”

A beautiful voice echoing through the auditorium.

The atmosphere in the auditorium, which had become hot in an instant, cooled down.

Karina looked around at the students with a rare, harsh gaze. Her students were busy staring at each other, unable to say anything under Karina’s harsh gaze.

When the auditorium became so quiet, Karina quietly walked forward and went up to the stage. As Karina came up on stage, she excited Mimosa exclaimed,

“Saint! This bitch is an evil monster! You need to subdue it urgently… !”

“Shut up.”

At her one word filled with anger, Mimosa closed her mouth with her pale face.

“Karina…”

“What does Millia look like that makes her a monster?”

“B-but…The head…”

“Milia is a poor child who was cursed by evil people and ended up like this.”

If she were an ordinary person, the words would have been completely inaudible, but the person speaking now was a saint. The saint’s testimony is heavier than any words.

At her words, the disbelief and fear that filled the auditorium instantly subsided.

“Has Millia ever done anything bad? Milia studied diligently, made her friends, and she worked hard to prepare for the student council election. “What does it matter what she is?”

No one came forward to refute Karina’s words

Because no one could keep up with this unprecedented situation.

A monster protected by a saint. Because it was a completely unexpected situation.

“You’re telling such an interesting story.”

“John!”

Milia instinctively shouted at the familiar voice that entered her earholes.

Crow Hunter.

No, now John, who was called the Demon Hunter, frowned and looked around at the students. Every time the students made eye contact with him, they trembled and avoided their gaze.

It was because the gaze was so harsh.

“What does it matter whether Millia’s head is separated or not? Are these so-called elites from all over the continent going to judge people based solely on their appearance? “It’s not even funny.”

The atmosphere was tilted in the opposite direction. There was no longer any suspicion looking at Milia. No, it couldn’t happen. The empire’s heroes and saints took Millia’s side her, so who could she resist?

Millia, who was looking at John with tearful eyes, quickly wiped away her tears with her sleeve and pounded hard on the platform.

The wooden podium caused a sharp noise in the auditorium.

The students’ gaze naturally turns to Millia.

Milia took several deep breaths, and only after her heart calmed down did she open her mouth.

“I… Have been and always want to be your friend!”

Although it is short, it is a sentence that contains her sincerity

“…I ask for your clean vote.”

Milia came down from the stage, holding her drumstick to her chest.