A Former Child Soldier Who Uses a Magic Sword Wants to Live with an Older Sister of a Former Enemy Executive - Chapter 113

• Chapter 113 : The Student Council’s sun

[That was amazing, Seto-kun!] (Nashia)

[Huh? Wait, what is?] (Seto)

[What do you mean ‘what’? Don’t you get it? The Prof. Ciface just said so much about you… Just who are you, really?] (Nashia)

[Uh… I’m nobody.] (Seto)

[Nobody? That can’t be true! I mean, the professor is incredible at recognizing people’s talents, you know? For you to make him react that way… That’s seriously something!] (Nashia)

[Is that so?] (Seto)

Nashia was visibly excited, while Seto silently pondered about Ciface, whom he left behind.

Could it be that he figured out I’m a magic swordsman? No, that’s unlikely. I didn’t sense any aptitude for magic swords from him. Then how? Did he hear rumors about me being the legendary child soldier? …But even that topic didn’t come up. And that armor of his was seriously suspicious. I bet it’s loaded with amazing features… Just who is he? (Seto)

[Hey, Seto-kun, are you even listening?] (Nashia)

[Huh? Oh, sorry. What were you saying?] (Seto)

[What was I saying?! I was praising you, you know!]

[Ah, sorry about that. But really, I’m just nobody. All I can say is that I’ve got war experience.] (Seto)

[Eh? War?] (Nashia)

[Yeah, I’ve been fighting for a long time. Since I was much younger.] (Seto)

[Um… Sorry for prying into your past.] (Nashia)

[Don’t be, it’s okay.] (Seto)

Seto kept the fact that he was a magic swordsman to himself. Magic swordsmen weren’t as common as regular mages. If word got out about his identity, it would attract unwanted attention.

That was something he wanted to avoid as much as possible. But still—

[By the way, who is the “she” that that Ciface guy mentioned earlier? It sounded like there was someone special here aside from me.] (Seto)

[Ah, yeah. It’s the vice-president of the student council. …She’s pretty scary, though.] (Nashia)

[Scary…? You mean she’s strict?] (Seto)

[Well, there’s that too, but it’s more like… She always seems angry. But she’s not a bad person… I think? Haha.] (Nashia)

[Huh…] (Seto)

As they continued chatting, a large door came into view. A plaque mounted on it read “Student Council Room,” indicating they had arrived at their destination.

Seto figured that, since he was only there under the guise of providing security, it would be inappropriate for him to enter. He was about to wait outside, but Nashia encouraged him to come in.

So in the end, I ended up coming inside… (Seto)

The interior was like a room straight out of a mansion—clean, elegant, and meticulously maintained. The organized placement of documents and items made it resemble the office of a high-ranking military officer.

Adding to the refined atmosphere were a plush sofa and a polished table for guests.

[This is the student council room! What do you think?] (Nashia)

[It’s like I’m inside a mansion. Really fancy. But what’s the student council, exactly?] (Seto)

[To put it simply, it’s a group of students given special authority. The president is the leader. In other words, he’s the most important person in the whole academy!] (Nashia)

[I see… Looks like he’s not here right now, though.] (Seto)

[Yeah, weird. He should already be here by now. Unless… Maybe he’s—] (Nashia)

Just as Nashia was about to finish her sentence, the door at the entrance opened.

Seto turned to look and saw a male student standing there.

He had short brown hair and wore a tank top, having taken off his school jacket and tucked it under his arm.

His defined abs, broad pectoral muscles, and bulging deltoids and biceps gave him an imposing appearance, his physique verging on intimidating with its sheer muscularity.

It was a body that completely shattered any stereotypical image of a mage.

In stark contrast to his powerful physique, his face was refreshingly pleasant, with gentle eyes and a calm demeanor.

This was none other than the student council president, Ogma Assemble.

[President, were you in the training room again?] (Nashia)

[Yeah, I was. Haha, I had some time left before everyone showed up, so I couldn’t help myself.] (Ogma)

Just his words and cheerful smile instantly brightened the atmosphere of the previously quiet student council room.

The once serene and orderly space transformed into a vibrant, lively environment.

Seto had witnessed similar phenomena during his time participating in his country’s war. When a commander spoke, the entire unit’s mood would either worsen or ease up appropriately.

From Seto’s experience, it was something that typically happened in blood-soaked situations, so it might be different from Ogma’s case here.

Even so, from just this brief exchange, Seto could tell that this student council president was an exceptionally skilled magician.

Is this what they call charisma? …Man, those muscles are incredible. I wish I had a build like that myself. (Seto)

[You never change, President. Even during the training camp, you brought dumbbells and a punching bag and all sorts of stuff. The look on the vice president’s face when she saw that—equal parts shock and fury—was just priceless!] (Nashia)

[Hey, hey. Even mages shouldn’t neglect improving their physical abilities, you know? …By the way, Nashia, who’s this? He doesn’t seem to be a lost kid.] (Ogma)

Ogma turned his gaze toward Seto.

There was no disdain or prejudice in his eyes—only a clear, sincere warmth, reminiscent of the sun.

Seto felt a strange sense of comfort from the embracing aura Ogma exuded.

[Uh, I’m Seto. Nashia’s escort… sir.] (Seto)

Hearing Seto’s awkward attempt at polite speech, Ogma seemed to pick up on something and gently reassured him by telling him [Don’t worry about it].

[I see, Nashia’s escort, huh? It’s unusual for you to bring an escort into the student council room.] (Ogma)

[Hehe, my grandfather introduced him to me. We’re close in age too!] (Nashia)

[Ohh? I was surprised back when I first met you, Nashia, but… You’re impressive too, Seto.] (Ogma)

Ogma smiled in admiration before walking toward the president’s desk, preparing to dive into document approvals and organization.

Even though there was plenty of time before the meeting, both Ogma, as the diligent president, and Nashia, who took great pride in her role as a council member, were already getting to work.

[So, what should I do? I think I’ll just be in your way since I can’t help with anything.] (Seto)

[Hmm? Oh, right… I can’t really have you help out, so feel free to relax on that sofa if you’d like.] (Ogma)

[President, Seto might feel awkward about it later. Sorry, Seto. Could you wait outside instead?] (Nashia)

[Got it. If that’s what works best.] (Seto)

Just as Seto was about to finish speaking, Ogma seemed to realize something.

[Hey, Nashia. Have you seen Deirdre anywhere?] (Ogma)

[The vice president? Hmm… now that you mention it, I haven’t. Normally, she’d already be in the council room.] (Nashia)

[Hmm, it’s not like she’s running late, but… Could you go look for her? There are some documents here for her to take care of.] (Ogma)

[Understood. Seto, you want to come with me?] (Nashia)

Seto nodded silently and followed Nashia from behind.

He was genuinely curious about this person named Deirdre.

What sort of character was she to impress even someone like Ciface that much?

I wonder where that person could be. (Seto)

After walking for a while, the two found themselves in a vast, open schoolyard.