Chapter 12: Rumor (4)

“Ah······. Guh······.”

Her heart beat as if it was about to explode and her mind went blank. All her plans have gone down the drain.

Ifrin tried to somehow sneak back.

“You’re in the way. Move.”

However, there was something wrong with these words.

Why are you telling me to move?

Ifirn bit her lips and raised her face. Then, she held the paper out straight.

“······I!”

She was going to do it with one hand but she ended up doing it with both of them in a very polite way. It was a fiasco.

“I······.”

Deculein was still looking at her with cold eyes.

Ifirn took a deep breath and calmed down her racing mind. Just at that moment, she promised herself something.

These arrogant eyes, if not now, one day, I’ll definitely gorge them out……

“I’m planning to create a club. However, we need the signature of an advisor.”

Although she didn’t receive a response, a situation that would make others blush in embarrassment, Ifirn continued speaking.

“······We’ll never bother you or anything. It’s just that the other professors wouldn’t agree to something like a commoners’ club, so, just the signature……”

Ifrin used up all her energy just to say that. Her stretched out arms were shaking. Deculein’s silent pressure seemed to crush her.

──However.

Something unexpected happened.

Deculein took the paper Ifirn handed to him. Without saying a single word. He just stretched out his hand and took it.

“······Huh.”

Ifirn let out a sound signifying her surprise.

Deculein read through the plan.

She was nervous. She was scared that he’d just tear it up saying something like ‘How dare you try to trample over me?!’.

She was already hearing the sound of tearing paper in her ears.

However, Deculein took out a fountain pen out of his pocket.

She was nervous. She thought he’d tear the paper with his fountain pen, mocking ‘Did you expect I’d sign it? How dare these filthy commoners-’.

However, Deculein signed it with his pen.