Impressive. Truly a student council president heroine.
Kyelli stood with her arms crossed, her sharp blue eyes never leaving me as if she were still evaluating my worth, or lack thereof. Her posture exuded authority, the kind that demanded respect without saying a word. Even as the air between us grew heavier, she remained unshaken, radiating an almost noble elegance.
Her gaze, calm yet piercing, swept over me from head to toe. It was the kind of look that could strip away any pretense, leaving only raw truth behind. Finally, she spoke.
"The uniform. Today, you're wearing it properly."
Her words were simple, but her tone carried weight, as though even the smallest deviation in appearance might warrant judgment. Despite her restrained expression, there was a flicker of approval, however slight, in her eyes.
'…If I weren't the max-Charm Lucas but the ugly original protagonist, I wonder what kind of biting remark I would have received here.'
