After stepping out of the student council room, I was immediately met with a wave of burning gazes.
...Right.
Violet really does have a lot of admirers, huh?
Some students in line had their mouths slightly open, their eyes darting between me and the closed office door like they had just witnessed a crime.
Others were whispering to each other, their expressions ranging from confusion to jealousy.
One guy near the front—probably a noble—crossed his arms, his brows furrowed.
"Tch. Favoritism," he muttered under his breath.
Another student, a girl with short blonde hair, gave me a long, suspicious stare.
"...What exactly were you doing in there with the student council president?" she asked sharply, glaring at me.
I sighed.
"Signing up for festival events."
That was it.
That was all.
Nothing more, nothing less.
But judging by the way some of these students were looking at me, I might as well have walked out of there carrying Violet in my arms.
