When we’re not in the dorms and I’m not taking classes for only female students, Wolf and I are often together.
Shade is often seen talking to other people, both men and women (the male to female ratio is 1:9), but when he sees us, he comes over before we know it.
Three more people were scheduled to meet here today for “work”.
By work, I mean duties based on the dormitory position. For both the boys’ and girls’ dormitories, one dormitory supervisor (abbreviated as “head”) is chosen from the sixth grade, the highest year, and two dormitory head and dormitory supervisors are chosen from the fifth grade. Below that, there are no clear regulations for the number of assistant supervisors. The dormitory supervisors can appoint as many as they deem necessary after consultation. As a rule, about a dozen people fill this position.
In short, the school’s plan is to have the students in the dormitory, where adolescent children who are prone to causing trouble gather, manage themselves autonomously in a vertical division.
In fact, even though I was the dorm leader, I wasn’t usually assigned any particular duties. At most, I would occasionally run errands for the teachers and occasionally give lectures at events telling the students to “behave in a way that does not bring shame to the students of this prestigious Royal Magic Academy.”
If anything, the dormitory supervisors who help the dormitory heads are busier than the rest, and I know this because I served in that role last year.
Today is one of the few days I have to do some work as a dorm head – I have to give the usual sermon at the opening assembly, and Wolf and I are scheduled to be up on stage.
“Doesn’t Shade have anything to do?”
Shade has also been appointed as a dorm supervisor this year.
“The other supervisor is serious.”
“Is that why you put all the work on him?”
“It’s more efficient than doing it together with me. That person…There’s no way I could cooperate with that.”
I glance at Wolf, but he doesn’t seem to want to say anything about Shade’s words. Wolf has a tendency to be quite laissez-faire towards those below him. Maybe it’s because the hierarchical relationship between men is different from that between women.
Shade and the other dorm supervisor actually don’t get along very well. They don’t show it that much, but I’ve never seen them talking to each other on friendly terms.
I’d like to say that those two shouldn’t be put in the same position, but the selection of dormitory supervisors is done by the school, and it’s a bit of a charm that family background plays a big role in the selection.
“Until yesterday, I was the one running around at the center of it all, so I can leave it all to him today.”
It seems that the two male dormitory supervisors have decided to divide up the work rather than work together.
The new students started moving into the dorms a week ago, and finished yesterday for now. This past week had been incredibly busy with all sorts of issues being thrust upon them, but with classes starting today, that should ease the burden a little. Once classes start, the new students will clearly be under the protection of their teachers, and the dorm heads and supervisors will be able to push the burden of dealing with the situation onto the teachers – leaving it to them.
I heard light footsteps. Please forgive them for being a little rude. They are busy.
The two supervisors from the girls’ dormitory, the two who were made to run errands for me, came running over in a panic.
“Sister, the roll call for the students has finished!”
“I’ve also checked on the new students, but so far none have complained of feeling unwell. I’ve told them to remain absolutely quiet while Mr. Wolfgang and Sister are speaking!”
Don’t get me wrong.
The reason I’m called Sister isn’t because Maria is watching over me, but because it’s customary to call the dorm manager of the girls’ dormitory that.
Of course, it’s not compulsory, and some kids feel embarrassed and call me Senior Lycoris. However, there are also many kids who are easygoing and just go along with it.
Even while I was a dorm supervisor, the junior students still called me Sister, so I got used to this humiliating play over the last year. Now I can return their greetings with a natural smile.
“(Please listen quietly to what the principal has to say) Thank you. This past week has been really busy, but once this ceremony is over we’ll be able to relax. Thank you for all your hard work. You’ve done a great job.”
The two of them nodded happily with cute, shy smiles, and I somehow moved my body so as to hide it from Shade’s gaze.
One of these two will be the dorm leader next year, but I don’t think it will be a problem for either of them at this point. Both of them are very earnest and don’t mind working hard.
However, these kids usually don’t come near me very much.
Now that they had finished reporting to me, they decided that that was enough, sat down a little distance away, and the two of them began chatting happily.
I don’t want to say it.
I’m quite a loner at this school.
It’s not that I’m being bullied. I’m not ignored when I talk to them, and when we form groups in class, I’ve never been turned down when I ask if I can join.
However, I don’t have any friends who are always with me.
This is a big reason for me.
Five years ago, when I enrolled in this school, I met a female student named Soreina Brugmansia. Brugmansia was one of the five noble families, and she was the dormitory supervisor at the time.
I had known her name for some time, and it seemed she had too.
I was so excited when she spoke to me in person. With her rich pink blonde hair and soft brown eyes, she was so gentle and elegant in every move that she looked like a princess to me.
She was like an older sister to me, the first person I’d ever met, but as we got to know each other I found her to be a bit absent-minded, and, how should I put it, someone I just couldn’t leave alone.
Thanks to her attention, I was able to adapt to dorm life quite smoothly. Especially at the beginning of the semester, there were more etiquette classes for the grade-level students (juniors learn by watching how their seniors do things, while seniors are conscious of how their juniors look at them and sometimes give them guidance) than magic classes, so I spent a lot of time with her.
It was customary for me to meet up with Wolf in the co-educational Magic Studies class, which was divided by grade and taught to both boys and girls.
After some time had passed, I finally had time to look around and realized something.
The friendly groups has already been formed!!
I had missed the wave.
If that was all, I still had the option of being put into a group that was already in place. I explained the situation to Senior Soreina, also known as Sister, and she said that I should try to blend in with the kids my age for a while, so I decided to stop living my life so closely attached to her.
However.
She was overprotective. She was pulling strings behind the scenes and giving instructions to all the girls in my grade to “invite Lycoris to lunch” or “invite her to join your group in class.”
Even I noticed this, because lunch invitations were on a rotation basis.
When I realized what was going on, I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it. Even now, when I think about it, I’m just glad that no bullying actually happened.
After that, well, I was able to stop the rotation that was hurting my mental health and bothering me in many ways, and I tried to have proper friendships little by little, but the results were not so good. I don’t think Lycoris in the game had any real friends, so this might be just fate.
As a way of reflecting on my actions and drawing a line under them, I continued to refer to Senior Soreina as “senior,” but I would only attend if she invited me for two years.
Soreina-senpai graduated after serving as the dorm head, and as I progressed through the years, I also became the assistant dorm supervisor and dorm supervisor. As a result, I had more opportunities to talk to my classmates through work, and I think we gradually became closer. However, that stopped at a point where we could no longer be called comfortable with each other. I myself have been spending my days in a hurry because there is a particular junior who is a real handful.
By the way, Wolf has more friends than I do. They seem to be a bit like followers, and sometimes their conversations make me want to say, “Isn’t that just a conversation between a boss and a subordinate?”, but they also seem to be people with whom he can have light-hearted conversations. I’m jealous.
Of the three of us, Shade is by far the most sociable. He seems to only talk to girls, but I’ve also seen him having silly conversations with boys. Well, I didn’t hear what they were talking about, but they had a silly vibe about them. They were definitely the kind of conversations that would quickly stop if a girl approached.
By the way, just before graduating from the academy, Senior Soreina left behind a huge bombshell.
It was a time bomb that went off a little while later and freaked me out big time.
She said this as she left the school.
“My younger brother will be entering the school next year. He’s the youngest, much younger than me, and the whole family dotes on him, so he’s a bit selfish… I’m worried. Lycoris, please take good care of him.”
And then the next year’s entrance ceremony.
And then it came. Yellow.
No, excuse me. It’s Altored Brugmansia.
One of the target characters in “that game,” he’s an innocent, foolish yandere with a yellow image color.
I think “idiot” is a better word for him than “foolish.”
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading!
