Suddenly, a club?
Liche took a sip of the juice Robenhaf had brought and remembered she had something to say.
“Ah, right. I heard from Philip. Thanks for helping last time, Robenhaf.”
Philip had told her that he couldn’t find Ian’s room and was loitering in the corridor until Robenhaf happened to find him and help.
Technically, Philip had trespassed into Robenhaf’s room.
Because Philip, who had aligned his story with Robenhaf, had told Liche, she only considered herself lucky that day.
“Don’t worry about it. Liche knows the person, so it’s not a big deal.”
“…What did you help with?”
Then Deon, who had been lying on the desk, opened his eyes slightly and joined their conversation.
Those uncomfortable eyes.
Robenhaf propped his chin on his hands with his elbows up and grinned at Deon.
“I won’t tell you.”
“It’s about my brother—”
Another fight. Liche quickly stuffed a cookie into Deon’s mouth.
With his mouth full, Deon glanced at Liche, but she pretended not to notice and asked Robenhaf another question.
“So, Robenhaf. You’re starting a new club?”
“Yeah. From the third grade, joining a club is mandatory. First and second grades have a choice.”
So Deon, who had just become a third-grader, had to join a club.
The problem was that the students at each club he tried were scared of him.
Due to a past where children ran away from home after facing Ludwig’s games and Deon’s increasing bad reputation, people were wary of him.
“Whenever Derkedion joins a club, the members submit withdrawal applications to the president.”
“…My brother’s not that bad.”
Liche felt bad that people were avoiding Deon.
She patted Deon’s back with a pout.
Deon, the actual party concerned, didn’t care.
“Heh. I don’t mind being alone. It’s even better. No one around.”
“Then it’ll be shut down.”
As Robenhaf had said, even if a club within the academy accepted Deon, it would be destined to shut down.
The professors wouldn’t let Deon, who was the top of his grade, go without a club.
So, Robenhaf decided to make an effort for Deon, Liche’s brother and his friend.
“The club members are initially Derkedion and me. Zekebert has also joined.”
The people who weren’t scared of Deon turned out to be this combination.
All capable people from noble families. Liche asked Robenhaf.
“…Is it a club for the capable?”
“No. Liche is a civilian, right?”
He seemed to already consider her a confirmed member.
Liche had no intention of refusing since the moment she heard about Deon.
By nodding at Robenhaf’s words, she substituted her willingness to join.
“But what kind of club is it?”
She still hadn’t heard the club’s name.
Even if it was a club made for Deon, there had to be a purpose for it to be approved.
Robenhaf pointed at a dessert basket on the desk.
“Dessert Research Club.”
“Research?”
Wouldn’t dessert research require specialized knowledge?
Liche was surprised and asked Robenhaf.
“We’re doing it?”
“Yeah. A club for eating tasty things and lazing around.”
“I see.”
It wasn’t bad, but would such a club with ulterior motives get approved?
But the problem was more basic than what Liche was worried about.
“To apply for establishment, we need at least five people.”
“Five people?”
“Yes. We have four now, so we need one more. No third-graders are joining…”
No one, indeed.
Now that the academy was abuzz with the news that Deon would be a member of Robenhaf’s new club, as soon as Robenhaf even uttered the letter ‘D,’ everyone would run away.
“Someone with a less-known face should bring it up, I guess…”
Robenhaf asked Liche.
“Liche, do you have any friends?”
“Um…”
“You’ve been in the Magic Department for about a week, right?”
Liche nodded her head.
She had transferred to the Magic Department last Monday.
The day before, Philip had returned from the Imperial Palace with a letter from Blake saying that magic would be fine too.
Do whatever you want. I respect your opinion.
As soon as Richie went to the principal’s office to say he wanted to learn magic, Professor Rumbler seemed to have been waiting and was summoned. After receiving various items and signing, he found himself introducing himself in a magic classroom.
‘That part was easy.’
However, even though two weeks had passed since the entrance ceremony, he had not made a friend yet.
The problem was that he had written to Blake that he was getting along well with his friends.
Deon’s gaze felt as he leaned his cheek on the desk and looked up at himself.
It seemed he was curious about Richie’s answer to the question, “Do you have friends?”
‘I don’t have even one friend.’
Would Blake and Deon be disappointed if they knew he was alone?
The reason he first came to the Ludwick Duke’s house was to be a playmate for Deon’s sociability.
That’s how I am—
“Richie?”
“Yes, I have a friend.”
Good. Robenhaf spoke with an innocent smile.
“Will you bring them next time?”
So it happened that Richie had to bring a friend to Robenhaf.
Richie looked around at his 12 classmates.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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