Akuyaku Reijo no Otouto

Eventually, the heroine doesn't come back after school, and I head to the Student Council Office without waiting for Cole.

I plugged it near the entrance and found it familiar to hit the door while keeping my face down.

"... Chairman...?

"Ah." Huh? "There is a lot of fatigue on the face of the chairman who is coming this way.

"... ugh! Balsam... sorry, I was a little frustrated...

"... are you okay? You seem pale...

"Oh... well, I'm fine. Why are you even here?

You should pretend you don't know anything about heroin here.

"I brought a bag because Near Violet, from the same class, can't see him in the morning. Because when I saw him, I thought I'd give him back.

"Well... Violet would be in the student council room. Just give me a minute.

That's what the chairman says. He walks into the room. Heroin and Cole, the accountant and the clerk stared at the heroine with a serious look in their eyes. I'm hesitant to get into that bitter atmosphere, which I can only see a little bit. Therefore, I thought I would ask the chairman to give me this bag.

But the chairman, who came back a little bit, said, "You can go inside as long as you want to give me the bag." and try to get me indoors. "" What... no, I... 'Cause as soon as I say no, I'll just give you my bag and I'll be right back! I stepped in with the feeling that

"Um... Dear Violet...

And when I called out in horror, the heroine who looked back at me didn't even try to hide her sobbing eyes and reddened nose. "It's your fault!" He glanced at me.

There are no words in that statement. The inner part thinks "(eh!?)," but if you are aggressive, you have no voice.

"What do you mean, Violet?

"... ugh! The truth is, our group was going to find the treasure and get a liking, and this guy ruined everything!

That's what made the heroine cry.

I thought, "(Uh... heroine... do I say favoritism or something...?)" But I can't say anything.

"What are you blaming people for? Troo can't be the cause, can he?

Oh! Cole's back to normal! And I'm impressed, "Hey, Scotch. When did you get along with Balsam?," the chairman hears.

"(Now, that's not the time!)" he said, turning inside out. "Chairman, now is not the time." The secretary had told me.