Reborn As An Extra In My Own Novel-Chapter 49: Student Council [2]

The student council office was much like the round table meeting place we first years had—only, unlike it, this particular room was dimly lit, with a long wooden table and a chair at each end and about twelve on the left and right.

The room felt warm and inviting as a faint breeze found its way in from the closed doors and windows, which were further obscured by a dark curtain.

"So..." President Razor began, interlocking his fingers and resting them beneath his chin. "...What do I owe the pleasure of such an unannounced intrusion?"

Amy frowned slightly. "But President, wasn’t it you who summoned us?"

The president raised a brow. "Did I? I don’t recall doing anything of the sort."

"But I’m sure you did, right guys?"

It was evident the president was attempting to tease us a little, and Amy had walked straight into his trap.

Her thoughts spiraled into confusion as the president denied ever calling us.

I sighed. "Amy, don’t fall for his tricks. He was the one who called us, isn’t that right, Vice President?"

The vice president looked at me, then smiled. "Yes, he did. And Sian, can you not waste any more time? These kids aren’t like us who can stay awake for days."

’The council stays awake for days?’ I shook my head. ’No way I would ever do such a thing.’

I smiled inwardly. ’Like I would ever join the student council, not even if a gun was...’

As if to deny my very right of existence, the president’s gentle voice echoed, "Join the student council."

’...pointed at my head.’ Tears streamed down my cheeks mentally at his words.

But I wasn’t the first to speak—Matt was. "Sir, I just remembered, I had something to attend to. See you later, Kai. Best of luck."

He winked at me and tried to head for the door, but I already knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

Once Sian Razor has you in his sights, it’s over, because even if it meant toppling the entire academy, he would do it, as long as he got what he wanted.

He let out a chilling smile that made my heart sink further than it already had. "Matthew Von Silver, bastard son of the Silver Clan. It could be said you are the ideal protagonist of a Webtoon: good looks, a maltreated bastard child, a badass maid, the heart of a hero, and the skills of a chosen one."

Matt froze, unable to move from his slightly upright stance, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he turned to the president.

The president flipped to the next page of a document he held and read aloud, "Anica Abraham, the anomaly, and the only mage to be born an S-rank. Really impressive handwriting, by the way."

He dropped the paper on the table, then continued. "I have the information for each and every one of you... but."

He rose from his chair, tapped his foot twice, and the curtain drew halfway open.

The view of Noctis’s midnight streets was breathtaking, from the flickering streetlights, to the clean and unusually silent road, to the lights glowing inside the school building.

The president took a deep breath and stared at the balcony just outside the window for a moment, letting the tension dissipate. "I want you all, including Cordelia Blackwood, to work for me. Not as the regular student council—but as a special division."

My eyes narrowed slightly. ’This never happened in my novel.’

To be completely honest, my presence at the academy had already altered more than one event. That was why the system had been ringing more than six times a day, rewarding me for changing the plot.

But even then, the changes weren’t drastic, or they fell within the expected range. This, however, was something I hadn’t even imagined occurring.

The president glanced at us, then smiled. "I know the reason you wanted to meet me is because of Deerheart. I’m well aware of the situation in the school. Nevertheless, I can’t just barge into his office, can I?"

He was right. As the student council president, he was like the principal’s right hand. Not only that, but he also held influence over decisions beyond the school, that was why I wanted Reni to take over his position.

But due to the extent of his authority, he couldn’t act on something so petty as attacking a teacher without substantial evidence or providing an explanation to the higher-ups, as it would be seen as an abuse of power.

The president closed one eye while keeping the other trained on Reni and me. "It seems some of you understand my reasoning."

But just because he had reason to stand back didn’t mean he would do nothing.

He was still the council president after all, and very much human.

That was why he went in search of fresh talent, individuals he believed hadn’t yet been corrupted by any faction and who also had the motivation to fight, with proper teamwork among them.

And then he found us. First years who had been at the academy for only a week, yet were already among the top twenty in our year and had formed a strong bond.

And most importantly, we all hated both Deerheart and the demonic humans.

’Sly bastard. How long has he been watching us?’ I mused.

The president sat back in his chair, with the vice president standing behind him. "I want to form a disciplinary committee of sorts, composed of only the six of you for now. You would have rights nearly equivalent to those of the council. A private room, permission to leave the school twice a semester, and even a card that grants access to dungeons and restricted areas."

He paused briefly, tapping the table, then continued. "Best of all, you would have the school’s full support, and one of your members would succeed me, since I can’t trust most of the second years."

I placed my hand on my chin, contemplating. His offer was rather compelling.

It had already begun to frustrate me that I couldn’t leave the academy to acquire all the items I needed—but even if it were only twice a semester, it was still a win.

Plus, I would be able to move freely around the school and prevent major events using the authority of the council.

But the issue wasn’t what we stood to gain, it was what Sian Razor stood to gain from all of this.

As if to echo my thoughts, Reni spoke, her voice as commanding and elegant as ever. "President Sian Razor, everything you’ve proposed to us is all well and good. In fact, I doubt anyone would grant such rights to mere first years... but."

The president’s pleased expression shifted into a frown at the word but. "But what?" he finally asked. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Reni’s gaze sharpened. "What does the president gain from all of this?"

He regained his composure and sank deeper into his chair. "What I gain, huh?" He stared up at the ceiling, as though a memory he’d rather forget had resurfaced. "Do you know what happened when I was a first year, Princess?"

Reni shook her head. There was no way she could know, since most information about Noctis remained within Noctis.

But I knew the incident all too well. It was an event that had shaken the current third years, molding them into full-fledged mages before they even graduated, and an incident that would happen again this year.

"When we were in our first year, a gate appeared in Noctis. Not just any gate, but a red gate. It was by far the most terrifying thing I had ever seen in my life..."

Yes, the day that would later be known as the Weekend Massacre—the red dungeon incident from two years ago.