Appearance

As the four of them took off their blazers and began to carefully pick up the papers, one at a time and arranging them on the long table in the middle of the room, the place was eerily quiet.

Oh right, I have not described how the student council room looked like, did I?

There were four large windows that extended all the way from the floor to the ceiling surrounding the room. One was right behind the large desk where the -president would sit.

There were curtains that filled either side of the windows. Ace happened to bump into the curtains and felt the material absentmindedly.

The amount of money I could get just from selling this. He thought but shook his head free of the thought.

He was the prince and president of this school. He couldn't be caught doing that.

But it could be fine if he wasn't caught, would it?

There was a large, circular table in the very upper left corner of the room that the other members would hold meetings in. it was long enough to hold ten people in.

Then in the middle is a couple of high-quality couches and a table where they would meet with students with grievances or even suggestions and complaints.

They would also have tea there and some meetings.

In the wall of the right, there is a built-in aquarium with species of animals that Ace has never seen before and they looked absolutely terrifying.

He ignored that as much as he could.

You could see the courtyard out the windows and also the students. There were also monitors on the upper right of the room to check on the students of every class and also the hallways.

Ace never did use the council president's desk as he did not see the point of it and the current Ace agreed. It was too ... showoffy.

He hated feeling like the leader and the current Ace could relate to that.

Wait a minute. Am I becoming like him now?? Do I have that mediocre of a personality that I am becoming like him now?

One by one, they took the papers, arranging them as much as they could.

"What about classes?" Ace couldn't help asking as he looked at everyone in the room. "Don't we have to go?"

The two girls looked at Leon who shook his head in annoyance, "He seems to be a little out of it today."

"I can see that," Fira said, putting her hands on her hips just above the band of her skirt. "Did you hit your head too hard in the last mission, your majesty?"

"It was a dangerous one, isn't it?" Grecia said, putting her hands on the table as she looked at Ace with awe. "Our president is someone really impressive."

"Being the third prince to get the favour of the king and also the one the king sends the most on missions, there is only one way he can turn out," Fira said, looking at Ace. "Where did you go this time, your majesty?"

"I cannot tell you, can I?" He said, smiling at her. "You know how the king gets with these kinds of things. He is extremely secretive."

"That is true," Grecia said, nodding her head vigorously. "I heard that no one has seen his face either. Have you seen it, your highness?"

"It?" Ace asked, picking up the papers from the floor and reading through them to divide into the different complaints.

"Have you seen the king's face?" Grecia asked again, excitement on her face. "I heard that he is exceptionally attractive. Compared to all the prince and princesses, who all got their looks from him. He still is more attractive."

"To be talking about someone's father that way." Ace chuckled. "Well, not like there is anything I can say. I have not seen his face."

"But ... he is your father. Do you not have dinner with him?"

"I have dinner with my brother. And breakfast and lunch." Ace said, making her lose interest almost immediately.

Whenever he mentions Ajax, they know that he will not stop talking and will stop the conversation before it can get too far.

That old man really gets on my nerves. Ace thought. He has to be around forty years old, so why does he still look like he is in his mid-twenties? Wait, how do I know that?

Ace tried to remember how he looked but there seemed to be a dark shadow over the king's face every time he tries to remember him.

Hmmm ... I have met him just yet. Guess I still have to unlock his character first.

The room finally fell into silence as every one of them worked to sort the papers into their designated piles. Most were complaints about the current way the administration was taking care of everything.

There were other confessions and Ace noticed just how many complaints there were towards this one teacher.

"Grecia." He called, looking at the pile of papers relating to this teacher.

"Yes, president?" She asked, walking over to him. "Is something wrong?"

"Do you happen to know a Mr. Denvor?" He asked, looking at the name that was written there.

"Denvor? Denvor. Denvor." She thought for a second as recollection flooded her face. "Ah yes. I remember him."

"Who is he?"

"He was the youngest teacher to be made into a professor." She said, turning around like a graceful dancer and running to the room at the side of the wall.

In that room are records of everyone that has ever come to this school, faculty and students alike.

"Here it is." She came back, passing Leon who followed her out of curiosity.

"May I ask what this is?" He asked as she placed his folder on the table and Ace started flipping through the pages.

"Look at this." Ace said, showing him the papers with the complaints of the teacher being very inappropriate towards the middle school students.

"There is no way this happened," Leon said, reading the papers.

"Why not?" Ace asked, reading the information on this teacher. He is not too bad looking for a teacher his age.

He also has a ton of achievements under his belt. He earned many prizes and was a very esteemed researcher. But ... there does not seem to be anything particular he is specializing in.

"I did a background check on him," Leon said, putting the papers down. "He has a very clean record."

"How clean?" Ace asked, smiling up at him mischievously.

"Don't do that to me, president," Leon said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You know how I can get if I am curious."

"I know. That is why I am trying to invoke you." Ace said, leaning back against the chair. "We need to investigate him."

"Bu-"

"I agree," Fira said, putting another stack of papers on the table. "Look at what I found."

"What is that?" Ace asked, walking to the pile and picking a paper to read it.

"Complaints about that same teacher." She said, taking a paper and reading it. "It seems that there are too many complaints to leave this alone."

"There are things we still need to take care of in the room," Leon said, frowning. "Look at all the mess."

"Who was the one that decided to leave it like this?" Fira asked, frowning at Leon.

"No one entered the student council room in the past couple of days because SOMEONE lost the spare key." He said, looking at Grecia. "Right?"

"Sorry." She shrugged. "I didn't think my brothers would have a bet and see who can swallow the key, burning it in their body."

Grecia's family specializes in fire magic. They have been for generations and their entire body seems to be made of fire, especially their internal organs.

Leon wanted to get one of them and cut them open to see how their insides looked like.

Fortunately, he never did it.

"I got a spare one made, didn't I?" She asked, looking at them with a slight pout.

"But it took forever." Leon sighed. "Well, better late than never."

"When were you able to open the door? Didn't we only open the school yesterday?"

"You are hardly in school as it is, I am sure you must be confused, president," Fira said, shaking her head in annoyance. "The student council room is open even during the holidays.

"Well, more so to get complaints or suggestions from students. We don't HAVE to come every day."

"I see." Ace said, nodding his head. "We should investigate this immediately. There are too many complaints and I am worried."

"You cannot take Leon," Grecia said, grabbing his arm. "He needs to help over here."

"He is the prince," Fira said, smacking Grecia on the head with some of the papers in her hands. "You can't tell him what to do and what not to do."

"I don't need Leon, I could bring someone else." Ace said, thinking. "Who should I bring?"

Just then, the doors opened and a boy walked into the room with a piece of paper in his hands.

"Where is the president!?"

"Bingo."