"I'd like to know who would like to volunteer to be the class leader during the test," the saint began, asking for volunteers to step up right from the start...
Daniela's eyes sparkled as she gazed warmly at her classmates. She wanted to see who would be foolish enough to raise their hand so quickly, and her expectations were not disappointed...
"Me! ME!" A young man with brown hair enthusiastically raised his hand, standing up and expressing his desire to be the group leader for this event with a sincere smile. His eyes were as clear as water... Daniela internally shook her head. Not suitable, too docile… Yet, she maintained a false smile on her lips.
"I see… then allow me to ask, what is your name?" Daniela inquired politely.
"My name is Elias Gramal!" He bowed politely, befitting a noble, toward the future saint of the church…
"Elias, huh, that's a nice name," Daniela nodded.
"Thank you!" He blushed like a tomato, lowering his head in embarrassment…
Not a real man… Daniela silently clicked her tongue. "What's your level, Elias?"
"Oh! My level is 23!" He replied honestly.
"A level 23 as the class leader, don't you think that's a waste?" Daniela raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" Elias furrowed his brow, looking confused…
And on top of that, he's stupid... Daniela sighed, her golden eyes scanning the other students. "As you all know, the class leader who volunteers for this event will be responsible for holding the flag, but with significant restrictions. They won't be able to defend themselves or attack in case we're under attack. I suppose they'll also have restrictions on what kind of movements they can make, which means the leader will likely be stuck in one place for the entire seven days." A sly smile appeared at the corners of her lips. "Am I wrong, Professor?" She asked directly to Emilia.
"Indeed, your classmate is correct. As the title says, 'Capture the Flag,' the flag will be embedded in the center of your assigned territory, and the only one who can touch it will be the leader," Professor Emilia calmly responded without looking up from her book.
"So... having a level 23 guarding the flag is a total waste, don't you think?" Daniela tilted her head as she looked at Elias. He scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "Y-you're right…" He sat down quietly after hearing Daniela's words...
"As the leader will be the most useless in this case, the most logical and acceptable thing would be for the weakest among us to be the leader," the saint's eyes gleamed with coldness as she spoke, her gaze traveling directly to the back row… resting precisely on a young man with hair as black as if it absorbed light itself. His eyes were a deep blue, not particularly handsome or attractive; the best way to describe him would be as ordinary. She smiled coldly...
Her eyes also glanced at her friend… noticing Leslie's dazed expression and the blush on her cheeks as she stared at that boy. The saint bit her lower lip in frustration… She had tried to spend quality time with her friend, but Leslie ignored her as if she were nothing more than a stone in her path. "Damn you! How dare you steal my friend's innocence!" she cursed inwardly...
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Feeling the saint's fierce gaze on me…
"I'm not trying to be rude, but we must keep in mind that our class standing is at stake, and since this is a class event, we need to put all our effort into it," the saint spoke with a worried look in her eyes, clasping her hands together. "So, my vote is that the class leader should be the weakest among us. What do you all think?" she asked openly.
"I agree!!" Of course, the first to respond was the idiot Elias… clenching his fists as if he were moved to tears by the saint's words…
"Sounds good to me," a girl with green pigtails nodded with a smile…
"It's the most logical choice; I agree," the blue-haired boy adjusted his glasses while nodding in agreement with the saint's words…
The other students expressed their deep approval… agreeing with the saint…
The only ones who didn't respond were three people: Leslie, who wasn't interested in anything that was happening, Evelyn, who was asleep with a smile after finishing the food I gave her… and me, glaring at the saint as if she were mocking me… I knew where she was going with this ever since she suggested that the weakest should be chosen… "Damn sneaky bitch," I cursed her silently. I understood why she had that attitude towards me; from her point of view, she thought I was stealing her friend… and in a certain sense, that was quite true… but it's not because I wanted to… looking at Leslie's dreamy eyes… The saint and Leslie have been friends since childhood, and with Leslie's shy personality, the saint always saw her as a little sister… and over time, that feeling grew stronger… Now, seeing her little sister fall into the hands of someone else, she couldn't accept it…
"As you all know, among us, there's a young man who is 'slightly' weaker than the rest of us..." The saint spoke as sweetly as possible… the eyes of the men in the class turned ferocious, like mad dogs, as they glared at Arthur, surrounded by two beauties…
Feeling their sharp gazes pierce my skin… "I see where you're going, you damn bitch…" I thought with a smile on my lips… and looking mockingly at all the students… "You want to play like that? Fine, let's play!"
"I suggest our COMRADE Arthur be the leader of our class," the saint spoke with pride in her eyes as she stared at Arthur… she wanted everyone to look at that damn commoner with malicious eyes, "How dare you be so close to my friend!! That bastard must learn his place!"** Flames blazed in the saint's eyes…