Rei's body was still smoking faintly when he was dragged—again—into a chair. Not the rose-blade monstrosity this time, but an old velvet throne left over from the Student Council's glory days. Dust puffed from the cushions when he slumped into it, coughing miserably.
Opposite him, a large shadow loomed, adjusting his immaculate uniform as though he hadn't just tanked five different weapons of mass marital destruction. The Demon Lord's disguise flickered for a moment—black armor gleaming through the student council sash—before stabilizing back into "perfect president mode."
He crossed one leg elegantly, smiled with enough teeth to qualify as a dental ad, and said, "Welcome back, Rei."
Rei stared blankly. "Back…? Back to WHAT? I don't remember signing up for Demon Lord student council orientation."
[System Notification: Reminder – You did sign up.]
[System Evidence: You pressed "Yes" when I asked if you wanted to survive.]
[Guess what? Survival comes with meetings.]
