Welcome back, everybirdie! I just couldn’t keep myself away from the LP for long. Our poll had a pretty wide spread, but of the two tied leads, I have elected to break in favour of Sakuya. Thus, this time through the year, we’ll be joining the student council, where Sakuya has already been made president. But first, we have an elective to attend! Our electives actually matter again on this route, and this time we’ll be attending music classes to enhance our charisma.
Tera leveled up! Charisma increased by 5!
Charming!
We skipped the vote, and I think it’s only Sakuya and me. Anyway, he called a meeting, so to the council-room I go!
Turns out the council-room is quite lavish.
“This looks like a CEO’s office!”
“Hi, Sakuya. So, you had this done?”
“Hmph! This room used to be filthy. Better suited to rabbits than to us.”
What a prig!
“Have you decided which position you will take?”
“I get to choose?”
“Who is there to choose for you? Dumb Japanese…”
Remember, Sakuya’s racist. This is one of his less endearing character traits.
“Aren’t you Japanese too, Sakuya?”
“Do not mock me! I am French.”
A French noblebird? … that sounds delicious.
It’s still super weird that there’s still birds eaten in this world, apparently.
I guess I have to pick a post now.
We can choose to be the vice president, treasurer, or clerk. If we’re the only other one here, we may as well aim for the top! Surely, Sakuya will respect our ambition.
“You wish to be my right wing? Hahaa! You’ve got nerve. I like that.”
I think I just got bonded with. … gosh, he looks pretty happy right now. And so I became vice president of the student council.
Off to a solid start!
We’re going to talk to Sakuya, naturally. We find him all aflutter.
In a temper, as usual.
“Why! Why do I have to come to a place like this? And on foot!”
“It’s a hike, Sakuya! You have to walk.”
“For what purpose? As exercise? Foolishness! Exercise is for peasants.”
“No, for fun! You’re supposed to enjoy the change of scenery. Look over here! Don’t we have a nice view?”
“……”
Sakuya looks like he still has something to say, but he reluctantly comes over to me. I think maybe he’s acting angrier than he really is. Sheesh! What a kid.
Really, after some of the routes we’ve been on, we should be used to childish behaviour.
You may notice an exciting typo in this screen. For once, a typo that’s not my fault!
“I wonder what those wigs felt like… they look like they’re wearing ptarmigans on their heads.”
“Do you seek to mock the great masters, low-born philistine!?”
Tera leveled up! Charisma increased by 5!
Well, we got a stat boost for it, anyway. A few weeks later, the sports festival is on. We’re going to investigate how Sakuya’s doing cheerleading.
I see Sakuya, and.. a brass band? That’s overdoing it. I think I saw something similar during the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace.
“You’re here!”
“You’re not cutting any corners, I see.”
“Naturally not. Only the best from a Le Bel.”
“Sir! Preparations are complete, sir!”
“Your orders, sir!”
“Very well! Begin!”
And so the band began to play. Where did he get these people? They all look like professionals. Shouldn’t cheerleaders be students…?
The protagonist’s idle musings are dashed by Sakuya firmly roping her into his cheerleading machinations.
“You! Join in!”
“Umm, okay…”
I seem to be in charge of the cymbals. One wrong slip, and I’ll be the laughing-stock of the playground! Yikes.
Sakuya’s conducting is awfully flashy. Is this the Le Bel style?
Flashy is certainly the Sakuya style, to a T. A few weeks later, we find ourselves in a situation we’ve been in before, as the bell rings…
There’s a pile of overturned desks in the middle of the floor. Ryouta is overturned next to them. Rock doves’ underwings and belles are light, so they look pretty different upside-down…
“I mean, wait, what’s going on!?”
“O-Okosan and Sakuya are…”
I look up to see the two of them at each other’s throats in the corner. I think we might have a diplomatic incident on our hands.
“… what happened, Ryouta?”
“Sakuya was making fun of Okosan… He called him a stupid mongrel who only thinks about imaginary pudding, and said he was ashamed to be in the same class…”
“That’s terrible! I mean, Okosan is a nutcase and I don’t know what he’s saying half the time, but he really does like pudding!”
“Either way, Okosan kind of went for the jugular, and…”
“… you tried to pull them apart, and Okosan used WING ATTACK on you?”
“Y-yup… you’re our only hope now, Tera…! Hgggckckck.”
“You tell me to take back my word? I shall not! A mongrel like you hasn’t even the right to speak to me.”
“Coooo!”
(Okosan is not a mongrel!)
The battle still rages, and it looks like Ryouta’s sacrifice was in vain.
Last time we were here, we sided with Okosan, to maintain his affections. This time, our loyalties lie elsewhere.
“Okosan, settle down! This is a classroom!”
“Coo!”
(This is a matter between doves! Stay out of it, Tera!)
“You are a credit to your simian ancestry, Thielle. I respect your judgment.”
“Coooo…!”
I catch Okosan and throw him out the window.
“Just because you’re angry doesn’t mean you can make a mess! Come back in when you’re prepared to be civilized!”
Sakuya seems pleased with the outcome as Okosan flutters off. For now, we too shall flutter off. And like Okosan, it won’t be long before we’re back. Until next time, everybirdie!