21 – Sirens of Decay

Upon Ariel’s direction, she and Evie finally made their way to the fourth floor and joined Bianca and Kato in the empty classroom, skipping the first period of class.

When Ariel first entered the room, her already-rigid frown turned evermore frosty as she broke apart their smooching with a loud smack on the chalkboard before Evie could enter. The two instantly extracted themselves from each other’s embrace, faces steaming and red. Ariel and Eon were the only ones who knew the extent of their difficult feelings that could never be, so it was a godsend that it wasn’t Evie who walked in on them first.

With all the attendees present, Ariel, who called the meeting in the first place, climbed atop Evie’s shoulders and sat there. Strange, yes, but it was her unusual way of taking control of a room where everyone was taller than her.

“For the future, there are a few things we have to go over. The first thing is the closure of the Records Office, which means that my role in the student council is coming to an end. We have until the end of the day to hand-copy any documents from the Records Office we want to keep, so I’m counting on all of you here, plus Scarlett, to do this for the whole day today. At the very least, I want to transcribe the third-year profiles, including family registers. Is that clear?”

There were no objections, though Evie was surprised Ariel included her in such an operation when she wasn’t very adept at bureaucratic accounting. She was here solely because of her very firm connection to Eternia, and Mirabelle was to join the Hearts as her equal.

“Any exams you have to take today will be deferred in the name of student council duties. Now, the second thing is the case with Mayumi and her group. All of us here knew that they were gonna try and cheat on an exam, and they ended up getting out in one piece. So, we’re gonna keep this under wraps as-is, right?”

The group nodded. There were no objections here either. Their disastrous adventure was their prerogative, and they had no intention of getting in their way.

“Kato, you will continue with what you’re doing in the talent show for Mayumi and Caius, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

It was something he intended to do no matter what, especially now with Eon also taken out of Class F. There was even more pressure on him to make this work, because if it didn’t succeed, then it would really be the end of the Elites. There were too many people he would let down if he couldn’t pull through.

“Perfect. Then, the third thing is the most important topic. Mira’s intentions on joining the Hearts. What are your first impressions?”

Ariel could already hazard a good guess at Kato’s, so instead she directed her gaze downwards at Evie.

“She’s a nuisance. It would be better for everyone if she didn’t join the Hearts.”

Her evaluation was so blunt that even Ariel couldn’t hold back a gasp, but when they spared a moment to think about it, it really was the truth in every interpretation of her words. She was surprisingly lucid in the most unexpected of times.

“She’ll probably serve under you. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed with her ability. Aren’t you surprised at her being able to do all of this in the first place?”

“Nah. If she’s physically superior and is gifted enough to utilize it, anyone can join the Hearts. As far as I know, she’s both, and if your story is true, then she really did go through enough training to make it here. Shouldn’t be surprising at all.”

Evie said confidently, confounding Bianca and Kato to no end. While they were childhood friends and stepsiblings respectively, Evie’s abnormally high tolerance of the absurd was still profoundly shocking to the two who lived in the “normal” world. The Hearts never meaning to be easy to make it into, and having a friend training to become a deity in secret from them for years, didn’t strike Evie as absurd, amazingly enough.

“That makes sense, I guess. Still, we weren’t allowed to discuss it for all these years. Have you heard anything about Mira doing this at all?”

“Nope. This is the first time I’m hearing this.”

So, not even Evie knew anything about Mirabelle’s ambitions. Because she was the future Number One, Queen of Hearts, she sometimes picked up information not meant for their ears, including learning of their memory erasure ahead of time.

“Then this should also be the first time you’ll be hearing this. Mira will be moving into your household later tonight.”

Finally surprising even Evie, the jaws of Ariel’s audience of three dropped. Even Bianca was in the dark, so she was the first to ask, utterly shocked.

“…how did this come about? And where did you learn this from?”

“I took the liberty of doing a little digging around. I even went to Master Suvorov to confirm the sequence of events.”

Ariel took a deep breath in.

“The moment she obtained her spirit tablet, she was no longer a member of the House of Jupiter. No noble has ever officially joined the organization, and doing so meant giving up your titles. Normally, you wouldn’t even be able to get this far in the first place, much less joining the Hearts, but here we are. Unlike the nomenklatura, treason as a noble can never be forgiven.”

That was an obvious nod to Mayumi’s mother, Satsuki, whom Mirabelle helped to rehabilitate. Accordingly, there was no such path of recourse in the Auxirian aristocracy.

“As such, she was to leave our house and live elsewhere. She could technically live at one of our safe houses as a renting commoner, but I don’t think that would be her ideal situation. Hence, she found a way to convince Sisi and Karl to allow her to stay at your place.”

She eyed Kato carefully, watching him for any reaction to the news. She was to be surprised and disappointed, though, because his expression barely changed from the initial shock.

“Sisi and Master Suvorov knew each other, going all the way back to their youth. Together in the Hearts, they were once part of the Winged Emissaries who fought in the many conflicts in Royal Candor. Apparently, Master Suvorov appealed to Sisi for this favour, and she and Karl agreed.”

They remained silent. Bianca, for one, couldn’t believe Mirabelle was leaving the house. Though it was already an eventuality with the memory wipe, she didn’t expect the move to occur before it.

“Thankfully, I was able to learn all the missing pieces of what happened to Mira on the Eternian side in time, and that was why I was able to gather you all here right now, before everything could fall into place.”

Evie was strangely deep in thought.

“Sisi once said she couldn’t tell us who the sixth deity was in Korolev Senior. Then Mira must be it. A secret to be kept until she became a Hearts candidate.”

Kato also recalled that conversation from a while ago. From that, Sisi must have known about Mirabelle’s situation from the get-go, and elected not to tell them about it. He didn’t blame her for that, of course. This whole debacle was never in Sisi’s purview, and it made sense she wouldn’t interfere in it if it involved the will of another Heart, Master Suvorov.

“Well, quite a number of people had to keep their mouths shut. In my opinion, the possibility of a leak was so high that it was a miracle that it didn’t make it to you guys until now. Then again, I had very little details of Mira’s Hearts candidateship until recently, so it turned out it covered itself up quite well.”

That was correct. For example, Gilbert and Mona were aware of Mirabelle’s ambitions to become a Heart—people who had no prior connection to the Jupiters before Master Suvorov. So, it meant that Master Suvorov was likely the person who kept in line all who were in the know, at the behest of the Jupiter family. It showed how much influence Master Suvorov wielded over the organization.

“Kato, on the night of the day we went to the Bozz, you met with Master Suvorov briefly. You were together with Alice and Sisi, and so were Gilbert and Mona and their families. That day, Mira was there too, to guard their delegation and retrieve Alice. Do you remember?”

Upon that prompt, he instantly remembered. The mysterious man with a very intense aura in the limousine who was able to make Sisi back down must have been Master Suvorov. Therefore, the barehanded assassin-fighter in the jumpsuit was Mirabelle. Her profile and body proportions matched perfectly.

“…yes, I do.”

Kato must admit Mirabelle’s empty-handed technique was fearsome. He thought they were about evenly matched, so Mirabelle certainly had the physical chops to join the Hearts. A fellow deity through and through.

At the same time, it was unnerving to completely re-evaluate his childhood friend like this, almost as if he needed to replace one whole person with another. Mirabelle’s hidden side was so out of left field that even after having it repeated so many times now, he was still shocked.

“Master Suvorov must have also had a hand in the cover-ups. If I were to guess, anyone who knew and leaked it would’ve been terminated by Master Suvorov himself. That’s the only reason I can think of, considering all the students he’s taken in to train alongside Mira.”

“Right, Gilbert was one of them.”

Ariel closed her eyes.

“Donovan was another. And there’s a third person which we need to be wary of. The same person the faculty is bringing back to Korolev Senior to, with Mira’s support, take the AC away from Mona.”

Kato and Bianca instantly froze. There were very few people who fit those descriptors—really, only one they could think of—and it was terrible news for the school.

“…is this also Mira’s idea?”

“I can’t say for sure. If it was, I wouldn’t be surprised, but she would be putting herself in a lot of danger too. A deity she may be, a challenger is only a step away.”

No matter how much one refined their technique, it only took one opening to lose, and to lose everything. Winning nine out of ten times was meaningless if the one out of ten occurred. That was the nature of their line of work.

“There’s no way that’s the case, right? Right?”

Bianca trembled at the thought of it. If Mirabelle actually did bring him back, then it was a real, unequivocal slap in her face. As flesh and blood sisters, it would’ve been an action beyond unforgivable.

“I don’t think so. Mira doesn’t involve things she can’t control. There’s no way that motherfucker can be a reliable chess piece in her game like Mayumi is.”

Uncharacteristically, or perhaps very characteristically, Evie gave a sober take on it.

“That’s true. Arnold isn’t a person you can control. That’s why he was expelled in the first place.”

“So, the faculty decided to bring him back? There has to be more than that, right?”

Ariel furrowed her glorious brows.

“I don’t know. At this point, we have to assume that’s the case. I don’t believe anyone among the third-years with any significant amount of power would want to bring him back.”

That was true. While Arnold had some unsavoury allies who might want to see him return, he had many more enemies among the third-year elites. He was, in many ways, the ultimate villain of their year.

“Bringing him back at this timing is extremely risky, no? We’re about a month away from when the millers join us for the exchange program.”

Millers were the colloquial designation for exchange students from the Auxirian fatherland, specifically from the Central Imperial Academy for Military Arts, or Central Mil. In other words, noble children from the Auxirian aristocracy were allowed to board and attend Korolev Senior for a semester. This strange arrangement was certainly unfathomable at a glance, given the very real power struggle between the two authorities, but considering the existence of the Jupiter household, it was not an unusual outcome.

Of course, taking in noble children and having them coexist with the most exceptional commoners was not an easy task—it was excruciatingly difficult for all parties involved, in fact, so bringing back an untameable force such as Arnold before the arrival of the millers was extremely risky.

“We don’t have to sweat over things we don’t know yet. Whether if it’s about Arnold’s return, or its timing with the millers’ arrival, we can’t make any judgments on them without any additional information, right? I haven’t heard anything of the sort from Gilbert or Mona. Has Mira said anything about it?”

“No, she only mentioned it was the faculty’s decision.”

Ariel answered Kato flatly.

“There you go. I guess it’ll be homework for us.”

Kato said rather gravely and somewhat dismayed. Evie, however, was already marching ahead.

“Bia, don’t worry about Arnold. We’ll take care of him for you the same way we did last time.”

As the embodiment of a superhuman, Evie was unafraid of her outlandish claims. At the same time, it gave Bianca reassurance of its guarantee because of it.

“Thanks, Evie. I’m counting on you.”

In the past, Bianca had been on the receiving end of Arnold’s unsavoury advances. It was a strange sequence of events that didn’t make any sense with regards to Arnold’s motives, but in the end Evie physically ended the terror. Confronted with Evie’s overwhelming power under Kato’s direction, Arnold uncharacteristically backed off without a second look back, as if he instantly lost all interest in Bianca and the Elites.

“You can count on me, too.”

“O-of course.”

Buoyed by Kato’s additional assertion, she stuttered slightly as she averted her eyes shyly, their intimate moment earlier still fresh in her mind. Kato, for his part, felt his heart stop as he watched her eyelashes flutter. In another stroke of luck for them both, Evie had already trained her focus back on Ariel.

“The question is, what are we gonna do moving forward?”

“I think we’re a little late when it comes to gaining any advantages in the power struggles. As an undersecretary now without a secret police, I don’t think I can do much at all to effect significant change. Bia’s chancellorship is the only source of power we have left we can use to leverage against any contingencies. I think the most we can do is to make moves to protect ourselves.”

“Self-preservation, eh?”

“We get what we’ve sown for sleeping on the job. While I think Gilbert and Mona’s factions are sufficiently friendly enough, even allied perhaps, I can’t expect much considering I was the one who prosecuted Gilbert’s faction. For liaison with those two, I leave it to you two, all right?”

Kato and Bianca nodded.

“In Mira’s case, we’re still unclear about the details of her future plans, but we do know that it’ll be her job to support Arnold in his attempt to usurp the AC from Mona. From this, we can infer that they will at least work in tandem, if not allied, while Mona is still the chairwoman. There’s a good possibility that Donovan will aid Mira and Arnold in this struggle. In light of that, it’s best to consider the three of them as part of the faculty’s faction. The general student council and Class B will quickly fall in line under Mira for this purpose, and I don’t see a way for me to create a meaningful splinter faction under these circumstances.”

Ariel admitted grimly. That was the charismatic power of Mirabelle. While Ariel had clout of her own, and indeed she was well-respected among many students of Class 3-B and formed her own personal clique, her opponent had to be Mirabelle. If it was anybody else, it would have been a no-brainer to split the class like Gilbert and Mona had done, but reality wasn’t so kind.

“It’ll be better if the Elites don’t show up for student council duties anymore. That’ll lessen the likelihood of getting Alice caught up in things she doesn’t need to. Though, I don’t think the Elites are in any position to come to the student council room together anymore, are you?”

She continued to muse. The separation of the Elites probably meant the end of their occasional adventures in the student council room with the Jupiter sisters, she seemed to suggest. Kato nodded in agreement.

“Mhm. Though, are you sure we don’t need to involve Eon or Alice in this conversation? I’m fine with leaving Alice out of this since it’s not her battle, at least not until she’s joined the nomenklatura, but Eon could be a lot of help.”

“If Mira didn’t make such a mess out of this already, I would’ve approached all of you for help. However, with Mayumi’s group joining my class, I’m afraid they have to be dealt with differently. One of Mira’s conditions for Mayumi’s return was to join the student council and help her. You’d think she’ll try and use her again, right? And Mayumi probably won’t, or perhaps can’t, refuse.”

Kato closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

“So, what you’re saying is that even if they know Mira’s planning something for them, they’ll go along with it anyway?”

“Yes. Under these circumstances, I don’t think we’ll be able to work alongside them. Given Mayumi’s agreement with Mira, and by extension the faculty, whatever superficial thing we try to do will probably fall on deaf ears, right?”

Perhaps it was difficult for them to imagine due to their preconceptions of Mayumi, but that particular arrangement was agreed upon as a precondition for Mayumi’s return to Korolev Senior. Plus, if Mayumi’s no longer a sacrifice and could be controlled by Mirabelle, then there wouldn’t be any pressure from the faculty to get Mayumi expelled either. Her attendance here would be reinforced by helping Mirabelle out, and this fact was likely not lost on Mayumi and the original Elites.

“That’s about as far as I can see at the moment. Kato, what do you intend to do?”

All eyes turned to the lone man in the room. In some respects, he was the one who held them all together. He was the old Mayumi’s true successor.

“I tried my best to keep everyone together for one final year, but at this point I think I’ve gotta accept reality. Everyone’s changed in some way or another, including myself, and as a result of that we’ve split apart of our own accord. That’s the truth.

“I’ve lost Mayumi, Caius and Eon, and I don’t know if I’m ever getting them back. What’s more, Mira’s the cause of it, yet she’s gonna be living with us. Honestly, I don’t know how I should face her. I don’t want to face her.”

Kato stared at his feet, struggling to keep his eyes from closing and his mouth from shouting. It had been a long time since he felt this pathetic. Ariel climbed down from her mount and walked up to Kato.

“If there’s any consolation, Kato, is that we still have some time before anything happens. Unless the faculty really is in a hurry, Arnold probably won’t return at least until after the morning classes’ midterms are over.”

A reasonable deduction, as a student’s schedule mostly revolved around the morning classes. Ariel continued.

“I don’t think Arnold’ll be Mira’s ally, either. In fact, I don’t think they see eye to eye at all. When that time comes, when Arnold inevitably becomes her enemy, will you be ready? Will you protect Mira, as you did for Bia?”

Kato raised his head to meet Ariel’s stern glare, yet her eyes were red with exhaustion. It was a difficult morning for her, too.

“Isn’t it obvious? I wanna protect everyone, whether they have been lost or have betrayed us. I wanna say I’m gonna involve myself more, but honestly, I’m still hesitant.”

He made a difficult face. Evie immediately clapped back.

“Don’t be. Even if you’re hated by the guys in Class B, as long as we get what we want, it’s fine, right?”

“Letty still left Korolev in the end…”

“That’s still a better outcome than Letty staying here while Class B overwhelms her. She was never gonna compromise on her feelings, so you were the perfect lightning rod.

“In other words, you need to do it yourself in order to protect what’s dear to you. If you’re gonna be regretting what happens either way, I’d prefer choosing my own path rather than letting chance decide for me.”

Although overly cringe, Evie’s words still struck a chord with Kato, who had spent so much time by himself lately mulling over the situation with Mayumi and the original Elites. The maelstrom of unease he felt was akin to regret, but not exactly; it was more about why did things have to turn out this way, rather than rewinding time and wishing for a different outcome. Even so, Evie was correct that he would be moping like this in every scenario.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Evie.”

Kato took a long breath in.

“Feeling better?”

“Mhm. I still think it’s best if I lay as low as possible. I don’t wanna get in Mira’s way if it turns out her plan doesn’t involve us. I’ll do my best to keep in touch with Gilbert and Mona to check Mira’s moves, so I’m gonna count on you, Ariel. You’re our leader this time around.”

“Says the troublemaker the last time. I’m sure you’ll think of something on your own later on, but all right. I’ll take on that role in an official capacity.”

“I don’t deny that, but I took it upon myself to help Letty last time. This time, I’m relying on all of you guys first.”

Ariel smiled for the first time in ages. The catlike tiny girl finally revealed herself to be a human.

“Evie, what do you plan to do?”

Ariel asked curtly as she pointed a finger at her, wanting to know Evie’s intentions.

“I’m not doing anything. There’s no role yet for me in this battle.”

She shrugged with her answer, but the implication in both Ariel and Evie’s words were clear. There was a good chance that, with Mirabelle soon living together with them, Evie would get pulled along into Mirabelle’s plans. An absolute physical deterrent such as Evie would be extremely advantageous in the right situations.

“Evie, just do whatever you want. Whether it’s to get dragged into Mira’s plans or oppose her, I think it’s better for all of us if you just do what your gut tells you to. You’re actually more predictable that way.”

“You don’t think I can help you, Kato?”

“You always end up having your own ideas and acting on it, regardless of what we wanted you to do. It’s fine, just snoop around like you always do, and I’ll bug you every now and then for intel.”

Kato shook his head in exasperation, his evaluation of Evie’s reliability quite harsh. When Ariel nodded emphatically in agreement with Kato, Evie shrugged again, taking his criticism on the chin. They have known each other for a long time, after all.

“It’s okay, Evie. All we need from you is to side with us when we tell you to.”

“I’m always on Kato’s side.”

She replied confidently to Ariel, who nodded again gratefully. They could count on Evie being Evie.

“Then, Bia, what do you plan on doing?”

Ariel turned to the remaining person in the room who had been fairly silent in their discussion. The pressure Ariel exuded was rather intense, even against her own sister. That was how serious she took their conversation, and a serious Ariel was a wild force to be reckoned with.

“I…I don’t know.”

Bianca bit her lip as she let her thoughts linger, clearly still distracted by what happened with Kato earlier. Ariel immediately saw what was going through her mind and yanked on her chain.

“Bia, we’re gonna be in far greater danger than three years ago, now that Arnold’s returned and Mira’s moving of her own accord. Not to mention, those rowdy millers are gonna be joining us soon, too. Don’t tell me you’re not gonna do anything to protect yourself?”

“Uh…huh?”

Bianca blinked, confused and taken aback by the strength in Ariel’s tone.

“You can be a bit dim and airheaded sometimes, dear sister. I’m not sure it’s because of your innate personality or your tunnel visioning on a certain someone, but you’re more than capable and affable yourself to be marked as a target.”

“…me? A target?”

“You were our valedictorian back in middle school because you’re actually popular. Sure, you would’ve been second after Mira if she actually came to school, but being the second- is not the same as being the thirtieth-most popular girl at school. Do keep in mind all those love letters I had to dispose of for you.”

“Love letters, huh?”

Kato hummed exaggeratingly, goading a reaction from Bianca. Actually, he had long since known about them and Bianca’s popularity via Ariel, which was part of why he pushed himself to be involved with Bianca back in middle school. He couldn’t help but feel bothered by those no-names trying to go after his precious childhood friend.

“W-what, Kato, they’re not what you think they are!”

“Hm? Whatever do I think they are, indeed? Why, I’m just pleasantly surprised at your popularity, is all.”

“N-no, you got it all wrong! They don’t mean anything to me! That’s why I had to reject all of them!”

Dumbfounded, Bianca desperately tried to ward off the accusatory and smug expression on Kato’s face. To no avail, of course, since Ariel interrupted before the conversation derailed itself.

“In other words, Bia, being second-best means you still stand out too much and it attracts trouble. Do you understand your situation? Mira returning to resume the student council presidency doesn’t mean you’re getting relegated to the background. It means any moves she makes as president could come to bite you. If she’s already tossed me and Mayumi under the bus, it’s not inconceivable that she’ll use you to her ends, too.”

“I get that, but…”

A short moment of annoyance flashed across Ariel’s face, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Instead, she walked up to Bianca and started to pull on her cheeks angrily.

“Wha—wha’or y’do’n—!”

“I wanna know what you’re doing, spacing out like this. Can you give it some serious thought? When you come up with something later, let me know.”

Ariel let go after she finished making her utilitarian requests, backing off from her terminally absentminded sister. Sometimes, she thought Mirabelle and Bianca’s personalities overlapped so much that it made sense they were identical twins. Both shared this bizarre propensity to be overwhelmed by their emotions to the point of inaction. On the opposite side of the spectrum, she and Scarlett had the capacity to easily endure these mood swings like it was a fly on a tank. In a sense, they had a pinch of Evie in them.

“Kato, I leave Bia to you.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t look at me like that. You know she’s part of this battle, whether we like it or not. Gilbert and Mona chose to test Bia for information on Mira, and then still chose to loop her in this particular debacle. So, it stands to reason that others would view her the same way. Arnold certainly did previously, and that wouldn’t be the last time this would happen. You get me?”

Unable to get through to her sister, Ariel pointed her finger at Kato, who fortunately was still wide awake and aware. He nodded, of course, since the subject was Bianca. Panning his gaze over the three girls around him, who wore expressions from listless, determined, to anxious, he internally chuckled at this hastily put together and unlikely coalition of masterminds.

“Got it.”


“I-I’m terribly sorry, Don.”

“Don’t be, Liam. We’re up against real heavyweights. My physical superiority was never enough to win.”

Only these two remained in the PSC headquarters after the general members were dismissed for the day. The afternoon was quickly ending, and so were their duties.

“But I am quite annoyed about the faculty. They knew what they were doing when they put me into this position. I can only imagine what they have in store for the second- and first-years.”

“How so?”

“For the time being, our year’s student hierarchy is controlled by faculty outsiders, Gilbert and Mona. The faculty originally wanted to let this year go and redouble their efforts in the next, seeing how our year had first turned out. Despite the fractious scene of Class A, their two factions actually garnered much respect from many significantly named students in the lower classes.”

Considering how Wild West student hierarchies were, without an abnormal deviance, ability and merit trumped all. Many were satisfied with Gilbert and Mona at the top until Mirabelle showed that she would join the race, and quite obviously had the same, if not better, ability than them, allowing her to easily assume leadership of their year.

“Mirabelle decided to run for president of her own volition, so the faculty took the chance to milk whatever they could out of this opportunity. They pulled me back into the fight when I had zero influence outside of the drama department. I mean, look at the state of the PSC. They didn’t even let me train our folks with the outgoing senior members, and yet they expect me to run it at full power.”

“Uh…huh?”

“It means management is expecting me to produce just as many results as before, but with fewer resources. In fact, there are no resources. The second-years are essentially all green to the role; they were supposed to be trained up this year by the outgoing seniors. Fucking upper management, man.”

“I see.”

Liam still didn’t quite understand the rant, but Donovan continued anyway.

“But that’s exactly what they want. It’s a win-win either way for the faculty. They either get a functioning PSC but with me in charge instead of Gilbert, or they get a PSC that’s been neutered. I really wanna stick it in those old farts’ asses.”

“Are you gonna?”

“Of course not. They know exactly what kind of a person I am when they put me in for this job. I’m a fundamentally lazy person and I ain’t gonna do any work, even for revenge. No, scratch that, there is a revenge angle befitting of my style. They haven’t prepped me like they should have—I deserve to be prepped, though, by the way—so they’re not gonna get anything in return from me. An eye for an eye by being lazy.”

Donovan grinned smugly, seemingly satisfied with his in-the-moment decision. Perhaps strangely to outsiders, Liam too smirked in agreement and understanding.

“Now, that sounds like a plan, boss. Although, you’ve been putting in a lot of effort trying to get Mirabelle’s plans to work. I’ll bet the faculty’s still gonna try to get you to work your ass off for them.”

“You’re right. The passing of the Act of Neutrality, the return of the infamous Arnold Hedonez, and then helping him take the AC chairmanship. I can see it all too well.

“But it won’t be this easy to use me the next time, Mirabelle and the old farts. Really, I have to hand it to the faculty to make me work. Thinking back on it now, it makes me despise them even more.”

“What do you mean?”

“After Mirabelle brought Mayumi back to this school, the faculty ordered me to find a reason to prosecute and possibly expel her. If you can put two and two together, that order probably originated from Mirabelle as a suggestion to those in the faculty who opposed Mirabelle’s way of doing things. She essentially tricked the faculty to cover both loose ends at once. She could get the Act of Neutrality to pass by either letting Mayumi’s revolutionary activities blow up, or have Mayumi indicted for cheating while she’s still the revolution’s leader. In both cases, it’s enough to warrant extreme measures to be passed.”

“Oh… then Mirabelle got you to cover that second scenario.”

“Yes. In the end, she didn’t pull the gun on either trigger, and opted to go for a third solution. It’s not just about taking Mayumi into Class B and ending the revolutionary activities. This path became available to her after she got the faculty to dismantle the Records Office and her sister Ariel’s faction. The whole of Class B has been forced into following Mirabelle’s lead now.”

“Class B is split into two factions?”

Liam opened his mouth in surprise.

“They’re more like soft splits than real factions. The two of them are the most capable students of their class, and students would naturally gravitate around either of the two. But with the Records Office gone, there’s no more reason to maintain any kind of split between the two sisters. Mirabelle is clearly the winner here.”

“Wow… Mirabelle really is amazing. Well, whatever. Like you said, it’s not like Mirabelle’s plans have been disadvantageous for us so far. Do you think she’s thought this all through as she planned it?”

“I’m not gonna lie, I think she does have the ability to plan and do all of that. She isn’t without weaknesses, though, and Arnold’s return is gonna be the real test of that. For all her capabilities, she’s at a great disadvantage against him.”

Donovan’s smirk could be described as sinister by any normal folk. However, Liam was used to the sinister-ness, and was mildly amused by it instead.

“Arnold’s return will be a test for us too, though, if we don’t stay on our toes. You know how he is.”

“Of course. Class C will be steering well clear of that ass.”

Liam nodded strongly, for once in the conversation in complete understanding. He was a veteran of this school district like Donovan, and so he knew exactly how troublesome Arnold was. As a male, he was by no means cowed by the existence of another alpha, but the common trait he shared with Donovan was their propensity for dodging hassles as much as possible, and Arnold was definitely a hassle. Even better, leaving the hard work for someone else was their modus operandi.

“I sort of still can’t believe the faculty would allow Arnold to return. He went overboard on too many things, and I don’t think he’s ever gonna feel sorry about them. I can only guess this is the faculty becoming wary of Mirabelle’s capabilities and needing something to check her.”

“You mean the faculty doesn’t fully trust Mirabelle to do their bidding?”

“Yes, and with a move like that, they’re definitely trying to take advantage of her capabilities for as long as possible. They know they have the keys to her kingdom, so they’re dangling it in front of her so she would follow their orders, almost desperately. And when they see she’s being too capable, they’re throwing in a guard dog to control her. Those rascals, the faculty.”

“She’s not going to get what she wants, is she?”

“There’s no way she didn’t negotiate a time limit on their partnership. If I’m correct, she wants to be able to join the Hearts before the end of the year, so she wants to finish this job as soon as possible.”

“The faculty’s getting greedy, huh?”

“That’s exactly right, and they’ll probably pay for it in the end. Crossing Mirabelle by dragging out their demands is one thing, but bringing back Arnold is just inviting disaster. Frankly, I feel sorry for Mona and her lot. Unless Arnold’s distracted, they’ll probably bear the brunt of his wrath.”

“Will it actually come back to bite the faculty? How would that come about?”

Donovan smirked again. As a bystander, the drama he was watching unfold was like dopamine. He could enjoy it like a sweet, sweet dessert, so long as it didn’t affect him.

“He’ll probably commit a very heinous crime, likely against a fellow student, and be expelled again. The faculty might push the blame of this hypothetical incident on us, the PSC, for failing our duties, but I’ll be ready for when that time comes.”

They both laughed, despite the topic of the conversation being quite serious. Not surprisingly, wriggling out of responsibilities was second nature to them.

“The first thing I’ll do when Arnold returns is to file a complaint to the faculty about his return. With that in place, afterwards, if anything goes astray, the faculty isn’t gonna like what I’ll do if they try to pin fault on me.”

“Let’s hope the hassle doesn’t get that far, of course.”

“Well, of course. Only fools would waste time on troubling themselves. Live life easy, that’s what I’d say.”

They chuckled again, making their way out the PSC office with smug looks on their faces. Just as the faculty desired, the indomitable authority of the PSC was no more, and Donovan knew it. He was a puppet of the faculty, and he would play his part as much as he would allow himself to be. He knew he was a grifter, an opportunist who leached off the system, and he wholeheartedly submitted himself to this role.

However, any more than that was not in his job description, and he would fight tooth and nail against the faculty if they tried to force him to work more than he thought was necessary. Unlike with Mirabelle’s situation, the faculty didn’t have anything to coerce him with, so he really could just sit back and watch. And as he walked out of the school building with his usual genial smile, he couldn’t help but feel elated in anticipation for the spectacular show that the faculty and his fellow third-year classes would put on for him.


Inside of a local karaoke box, five kids gathered after school for, unfortunately, not a relaxing session of singing, but rather for a debrief in a private space. The centre of attention was, as always, Mona.

“What do you think our chances are?”

“I believe we can hold the line for some time, but if it’s as you say, Mona, and the weight of Class B is going to be behind Arnold in any shape or form, then we’re looking at a pretty grim situation.”

“Julian’s right. With how Class A is fracturing at the moment, we probably can’t take on Class D and Class B at the same time. Most of our power base has been in Class D and other clubs from the lower classes, but if Arnold returns, we’d lose all of Class D.”

“They’ll undoubtedly follow Arnold’s lead, whether they want to or not. And even if there’s anyone within Class D we could get to agree to dissent, none of them would actually be useful in slowing down Arnold. They’d just be consumed by Arnold’s faction the moment they try anything.”

Mona’s three protégés painted a dire picture for the current AC leadership. Not only were they on the defence, the offence was projected to only mount further pressure with no opening or opportunity to be weakened.

“We shouldn’t have listened to Mirabelle in the first place. We wouldn’t be in this position if she didn’t get her way.”

“Yeah! The Act of Neutrality was a trap, and now we’re gonna pay for it! Plus, we’d be the ones to be publicly blamed for proposing this security law in the first place!”

“And out of all of this, she’s managed to shatter our class, too. We missed our window to counterattack, so to speak.”

Julian, the bespectacled, ever-cold and plain-looking strategist, concluded solemnly. His closest friend, the bulky, blond, and usually peppy henchman sitting next to him, Terrance, was decidedly dejected by the turn of events. Across from them was Ophelia, a tall blonde girl whose expression was just as harsh as Julian’s, and was Mona’s secretary and right-hand woman.

“Well, I guess we held out for as long as we could have.”

Contrary to her usual abrasiveness, Mona seemed unconcerned with the impending destruction of their monopoly over the AC’s activities. It made Ophelia and Terrance ever more anxious, getting a good rise out of them.

“What are you saying? We’re gonna be done in if this keeps up!”

“There’s no doubt that we’re at a great disadvantage, Mona, and it’ll only get worse moving forward.”

Mona waved their points away.

“Julian, do you think we have enough resources to escape?”

“With all due respect, we’ll take a lot of damage even if we try to avoid a confrontation. I won’t be surprised if what’s left of our faction is the three of us, plus a few trustworthy stragglers. I can probably count them on my hand.”

“I see.”

Mona took some time to think for herself, angering her other two lackeys again.

“C’mon, sister!”

“Mona!”

“Shut it, guys.”

The fifth member of the karaoke squad finally spoke up. His towering presence was frightening even when sitting down, and the others obediently backed down. Though it might be strange for them to be working together after years of sidelining each other, at least for Mona’s inner circle, they actually respected him a lot, even if they might not like him as a person. They looked at him expectantly, to which he duly answered their scrutinizing gazes.

“The fact that Mirabelle was kind enough to warn us of what the faculty decided to do for this year, is already more than what we could expect to have. Sure, she’s under the thumb of the faculty, but it doesn’t change the fact that, regardless of her allegiances, we were always at the mercy of the faculty.”

“If Mirabelle didn’t become a Hearts candidate, the faculty wouldn’t have tried to make use of her, would they? Then the trigger is still hers to pull!”

Apparent from Terrance’s outburst, the three adjutants weren’t aware of the truth: Mirabelle’s intention of joining the Hearts in the same manner as the three Eternian children. As a part of his obfuscation scheme, Gilbert had explained earlier that he suspected her early candidacy was traded for submission to the faculty. That was the public story he was willing to “reveal”. Whatever the real reason was, though, was not important; they only needed to know it was Mirabelle pulling the strings. Weaving the truth between the lies was necessary to keep Gilbert’s debt to Mirabelle a secret, after all.

“That’s just how things stand. The organization isn’t going to forfeit real business for the whims of a few high school students.”

“…”

They went silent for a short while, unable to retort at that matter of fact.

“Still, being the faculty’s dog still means she’s against us, no matter her personal friendship with the two of you. It’s still a fact that, at this moment, she’s our enemy.”

Julian eventually spoke up. In the end, whatever the underlying circumstances were, it was clear that Mirabelle was working against their interests. At least that, they had to recognize.

“I’m well aware of that, but if it weren’t for her efforts to not intervene until the student council presidential election last year, we wouldn’t have the positions we have right now. Up until then, she prevented the rise of Donovan to the PSC, allowed Arnold to self-destruct the way he did at the end of middle school, and didn’t install Scarlett as her puppet afterwards.”

Mona had unusually kind words for Mirabelle—at least, as kind as she could get.

“Then what should we do? I personally don’t really care if Mirabelle had let us off the hook, so to speak, for all these years. That’s her opportunity loss. I don’t owe her anything, and I don’t think we should think that way either.”

Ophelia said sharply. The other adjutants nodded in agreement, still seeking consensus from their leader.

“I feel the same way, however, I just want to make our priorities clear. While Mirabelle’s doing things in her own interest, she’s by no means an ally of Arnold. She’ll support him for sure, but we’ll be wasting our time trying to find countermeasures against her. The main enemy is still Arnold, and he does things his way, no matter how much she tries to help him. You and I can hold a grudge against her, but it’s not helping my predicament here.”

The others quieted down, unable to find their words once more. To be honest, they were thoroughly shaken by the news of Arnold’s return. In middle school, he was the terror that informally reigned over their year. Any backroom dispute was handled by this man, while official duties were carried out by his “clean” allies. Gilbert and Mona fought and bled against his allies to bring themselves to the forefront of the official student bodies, and to rise to Class A.

“And in light of our predicament, given what we know, I also don’t think we stand a chance against him. We’re not gonna win. So, we’re gonna find a way to retreat with our forces intact. Once the chairmanship passes to him, we’ll be in the clear of his wrath. Back then, I don’t think he has ever considered us more than just ants, and I don’t think he’ll start re-evaluating us now. We’ll take that on the chin and bow out gracefully.”

“Mona…”

“…”

Dejectedly, the three slumped in their seats. As long-time friends that trusted each other, they also knew that upstarts like themselves were never meant to last long. Unless they were able to increase their own abilities, they were still at the mercy of the more talented. Ophelia turned to the towering, emotionless hulk of a defeated but still impressive faction leader.

“Gilbert, what do you think of our situation?”

He shook his head gravely.

“I think this is as dire as you say. As a leader of the broken faction, I also think Mona’s decision to preserve yourselves to be the correct move.”

Julian grimaced and muttered.

“Is this the extent of our abilities?”

“Gilbert, was it really not possible for you to rein in Fabian?”

Ophelia imposed, unafraid of Gilbert’s aura.

“That he didn’t try to stage an outright revolt in the last three years was already a miracle. Perhaps he would be of some use as fodder against Arnold, now that he’s gone rogue.”

Although dissatisfied, Ophelia nodded earnestly.

“I guess I can’t expect too much from Fabian. He’s always been a thorn in our side.”

“He’s a little too ambitious. I would be delighted if Arnold could put him in his place permanently.”

“Wow, those are some strong words from the former marshal.”

“He’s forming a faction from the remaining third of our class. As a faction leader, this comes with the territory.”

Fabian’s splinter faction was made up of his own inner circle, Gilbert’s faction’s hangers-on, and those who were actually secretly in opposition to Gilbert and Mona. Seeing Gilbert’s waning authority and knowing his association with Mona outside of school, they abandoned the nominal allocation of Class A students to their respective student organizations and formed their own distinct faction under Fabian.

“Where’s Stephen? Shouldn’t he be here with us?”

“Ophelia, this is still technically a gathering of the Mona faction. But yes, next time, I’ll have Stephen and Roy join us. Even with Stephen out of our class, he will most definitely continue to support us in his new capacity as a Class B student. He won’t receive the accolades that come with Class A, but as you know, his position is special now.”

They nodded. They also heard, through the grapevines, of Stephen’s new appointment in his family. Mona stood up from her cushion seat.

“It’s fine. You guys were the last to be briefed. Stephen and Roy already knew what had gone down, so they won’t miss anything.”

Roy Hawkfeather was the other Gilbert loyalist, through and through. He was a descendant of the indigenous peoples of the Carpathian peninsula, a land on the far side of the Candoran continent.

“So there you have it. We have five things going against us: Arnold, Fabian, Mirabelle, the faculty and the arrival of the millers. It has been a great ride while it lasted.”

Mona put a certain sense of finality into her words that stirred surrender in her three followers. They, of course, didn’t want their career to end like this, but as sub-leaders too they understood their situation very well. They were, very simply, cornered.

“Chin up, folks. At least we have the talent show to be proud of, a fruit of our efforts. If we survive until Karllestide, then the year-end banquet might also be in our hands. I am concerned that it’s a little over two months away, but I think we’ll get a majority of the planning done, even if we don’t get to eventually host it ourselves.”

They all gloomily looked down at their feet, a part of this defeat still surreal to them. They were on the top of the school for so long, but it only took about a month or so to be put on the chopping block. They were aware that they lacked the absolute ability that the gifted had, and in a sense they were even beacons of hope for the masses that had nothing but hard work going for them. Through the AC and PSC in their sophomore and junior years, they strove for their own version of a meritocracy, climbed to the top of their own accord, and overturned decades of tradition.

“In the end, we weren’t strong enough to best the faculty, but it was a valiant fight nonetheless. Let’s try and stay alive from now on. As long as we’re still here, we still have a chance to make a difference.”

Terrance began to tear up as the others turned ever more stone-faced. The admission of defeat was real. They didn’t want to believe it. Mona continued.

“We’re not down and out, of course. We’ll just have to work in a different way to get what we want, right, Gilbert?”

“That’s right. Between the two of us, we still control almost a third of the Assembly. We’re disappearing quietly into the night, not into thin air.”

A rare quip from Gilbert, the three refocused their attention on Mona’s newest right-hand man. It was Mona’s decision to yield to Gilbert as the ultimate decision-maker from now on, as Gilbert was much more involved with Eternia and thus more qualified to be that person, now that they have decided to redouble their efforts on defence against the faculty, and in extension, Eternia.

“We’re gonna make sure our new faction survives this year. Sticking to the top, no dropouts, and passing with flying colours. We’ll make it through with our pride as the new self-made elites intact.”

Mona declared with the karaoke microphone in her hand as behind her, the first verse approached them from both the speakers as music, and the television screen as lyrics. With renewed determination, the crew nodded earnestly in agreement, and began following Mona’s lead in her choice of song. Gilbert watched on curiously at the bizarre gathering of usually very serious students, minus Terrance, trying to live it up at a karaoke box. He allowed himself a chuckle, also feeling very surreal at how things had turned out after just two months of school.

20 – Hearts Washed in Misery

“Any addendums?”

Mirabelle finished explaining the whole sequence of events from beginning to end. Naturally, as the other tensed up one in the room, Stephen was quick to respond.

“Gilbert’s willing to forgive you for blindsiding him as he’s indebted to you, but I don’t owe you anything. I follow Gilbert’s orders because he’s my boss, but given what you’ve done to manipulate us, I’m not inclined to make moves on your behalf any further.”

“Do you think you’re allowed to terminate our alliance?”

“I have said nothing of the sort. I will continue to support an alliance with you, but this ain’t a one-sided alliance, so we won’t just go along with what you say—Mona and I sure as hell won’t anymore. However, as your ally, if I judge that you truly aren’t throwing us under the bus next time, I’ll gladly lend my assistance.”

“So in other words, you’re laying low from now on?”

Stephen scowled at Mirabelle’s on-point deduction.

“I admit that whatever happens in Korolev doesn’t measure up at all to the debt that he owes you. Gilbert’s alliance with you is still solid, but your recent breaches of trust means that now, whatever happens in Korolev, is also something we’ll no longer care for. In that sense, yes, we’re laying low—we’re bracing ourselves.”

He restated his disdain for Mirabelle’s actions and his determination to no longer accede to her demands at face value. He wanted nothing more to do with Mirabelle’s plans, which had extended outside school. Sure, she gave him the opportunity to take control of the Liguro family in order to play the game of politics at Korolev Senior, but additionally he saw in her the capacity to throw anyone and everyone to the wolves to get her way. Fortune might not be so kind to him the next time. Stephen himself could be unscrupulous too, but only in a narrow context—a physical fight. Mirabelle was obviously cut from a different cloth.

“I see. Well, then I must try doubly hard to get you to move next time.”

“I’m fine with that. I’m just not giving you a free pass like this time. Allying with you is like allying with the devil.”

“My, I’ll take that as a compliment. But, I do think it’ll be difficult for me to use your help from now on, in any case. I think Gilbert will be protecting Mona as much as possible in the coming days, don’t you think?”

Stephen grimaced. He shouldn’t be pissed off since it was obvious what was coming next, but it was still vexing for Mirabelle to say it all the same.

“No shit. We know whose orders you’re obeying, so it’s only natural that Mona and the current AC are next on the chopping block.”

“On that point, can I ask one thing? It’s the only question I have. Who will replace Mona, if she gets overthrown?”

Donovan interrupted nonchalantly, to which Stephen cast him a dirty glare. However, it was an important question nonetheless.

“Originally it should have been Scarlett, but now that she’s in student council, that’s no longer possible. No, I think you should know him better than me, Don. If I’m reading the faculty’s intentions correctly, he’s the most likely person to succeed Mona.”

“Hoho, so it is true. They arranged for him to return, eh? That’s a huge problem for you too, isn’t it, Mirabelle?”

It was Mirabelle’s turn to frown. For the first time, she seemed reluctant to continue the conversation.

“Which is why I have questions for both of you: what will you do about his return, and are you willing to help me if things turn for the worse?”

Stephen and Donovan looked at each other, slightly hesitant to answer. However, they were also keenly aware of what troubles were to come, if that person returned.

“Do you know which class he’ll be joining?”

“I’d assume he’d return to his original Class D. After all, he’s the faculty’s most likely candidate for the AC chairmanship, so Class D, the class of club presidents, is the most logical answer.”

Another silence passed over the four strongmen and strongwomen of Korolev Senior. Currently they, in addition to Mona, were the most powerful individuals at their school. Even so, if Mirabelle’s prediction was correct, then they were in for a great ordeal very soon in the future. Ariel sighed internally at how things had come to this.

“I’m supposed to be helping him, in accordance with the faculty’s wishes, but I don’t intend to actually do anything about it. You can count on me to do the same as I always have—the bare minimum possible.”

Donovan was the first to speak up.

“So, you’ll support him instead of me when you’re forced to take a side?”

“You can’t say that, Madam President. We’re the faculty’s arms and legs, so we have the same job. That makes him our ally, supposedly, right? Or are you saying you’re going to make an enemy of him? That sounds contradictory to our mission, doesn’t it?”

He sneered, but Mirabelle remained stoic.

“Supporting him in his coup is one thing, but you’re well aware of his personality and pedigree. There’ll definitely be problems besides putting him in power.”

“For you, maybe, but not for me. I’m not a girl, and I have no beef with him. But if that time ever comes, I’ll do whatever I want. It’ll depend on what’ll benefit me.”

Mirabelle sighed. Inconvincible, it seemed.

“I see. I’ll have to be content with this much from you. Then, Stephen, what’s your answer?”

Stephen was also unrepentant.

“He’ll be going after us to take over the AC, but you’ll be helping him out with that, right? Don’t think that gives you any right to ask us for help.”

“You don’t have to be under my command. I would like you at the very least to not align with him, when the time comes when he inevitably makes an enemy out of me.”

“In that instance, if he doesn’t do anything to us, I see no reason to intervene. Like I said, we’re gonna be laying low. Have fun dealing with him on your own.”

“So, can I count on you?”

“Not gonna answer that. If you want to use us through Gilbert, though, go ahead and try.”

Innocuous enough as his declaration was, he was implicitly challenging Mirabelle. It was, for all intents and purposes, a negative answer. Mirabelle sighed once more.

“Well, if that’s the case, then it can’t be helped. Laying low is a good idea.”

It really couldn’t be helped. Even Mirabelle had to admit that her moves ruffled too many feathers with Stephen and Gilbert. However, she didn’t regret it at all. It had served her and the faculty’s objectives in record time, leaving behind a weakened Class A, and only Mona’s faction and the AC left to dismantle.

She also expected the two bosses to not give away any of their intentions for the future, but it didn’t hurt to try asking them. If either of them had any inkling of wanting to continue negotiations, then it could’ve been possible for something to be brokered in her favour, but since they didn’t, at least the thing she could take away from this conversation was that both sides were unreliable for her future confrontation with that certain returning student, who paradoxically she should be helping.

“If that’s all, then please excuse me, Madam President.”

“I’m leaving.”

With that, another two students vacated the student council room. The sisters who remained finally relaxed, but only somewhat. Obviously, it wasn’t only the men who had a bone to pick with Mirabelle. Ariel had many reservations about everything that was going on, too.

“Welcome back. I suppose everything went well for you, considering your Hearts candidacy being made official. Congratulations.”

“Why, thank you, Ariel.”

Mirabelle sat back down in her seat with her hand to her forehead and eyes closed, as if she was infinitely exhausted. It was hard work, after all. However, Ariel had no intention of letting her sister off the hook. There still was a very important discussion to be had.

“Not to be rude right off the bat, but you have some explaining to do. I’ll leave the case about the AC’s future for some time later. Let’s get the easy stuff out of the way first. The Records Office. Is the faculty really intent on shutting it down?”

“Correct. After considering what the senatorial trials have revealed, they decided to cut off intelligence exchange to the PSC. As collateral damage, this intelligence exchange will be cut off for the Records Office as well.”

Without opening her eyes, Mirabelle explained in a tired voice.

“If the faculty doesn’t give us that information, then there’s no point in maintaining the office at all. You know full well that we rely on it for the Records Office to function properly as a secret police. Sure, we can maintain the informant network we have in place, but in actuality it only fills in gaps. It doesn’t form the basis of our intelligence data. Plus, it’ll only sufficiently cover the third-years.”

So, despite the length of her absence, Mirabelle was well aware of what the undersecretary’s concerns were. In essence, the student council’s administration was to lose its arms and legs, reducing its role to only minutes-taking. While Ariel also functioned as an attorney general, it only came up once in a while, and was not a day-to-day duty. In all likelihood, all personnel would be moved to the treasury or the SLO to take on more “general” student council jobs there. A one- or two-man show led by Ariel would be enough to perform these reduced duties. Ariel agreed tacitly.

“Certainly, without the input of the faculty’s intelligence, it would only be a matter of time before the Records Office would lose its effectiveness.”

“And so, to preempt this, the faculty is planning to confiscate most of the records, current and historical, from the Records Office today after school. Student profiles, clandestine minutes, secret documents, plans and files—they’re all going away. The secret police will really be no more. The only things we get to keep are the Assembly’s and our own student council’s minutes.”

“Uh-huh…”

“If there are any files of interest, it’s best for you to copy it out by hand before the end of today.”

An eerie silence followed. They looked each other in the eyes, both expressions rigid as steel.

“I see. So you used me to prosecute the PSC—Gilbert’s PSC members—without mercy, just so the faculty can use this opportunity, the corruption scandal, to cleanse the PSC of Gilbert’s men. At the same time, they also used it as an excuse to force the student council to shut the Records Office down completely, as a part of their plan to bring all of the student government to heel. The result is that, instead of you, I was the one who earned the ire of Gilbert’s faction in your place, and then my position on the student council is effectively voided. In summary, I unwittingly sealed my own fate—a fate created from your two hands.”

Ariel’s voice was steady, but there was a rare, seething rage right underneath the calm surface. Mirabelle noticed it, and found herself even more exhausted than before. She realized that her plans had gone too far. Ariel was never the one who got even remotely angry. The few times she ever did, were serious incidents that warranted unfettered indignation.

“I cannot deny that characterization of the events. It is as everything you said.”

“You knew I was the only one out of the three of us who could put a stop to you if I wanted, so you went after me first, to reduce my influence and power in the school, right? Bia and Scarlett could never outmanoeuvre you, or even disobey you for that matter. You took advantage of my non-interventionist attitude to corner me before I noticed what was going on. From now on, you can move freely within the school without worrying about me interrupting your plans, right?”

“…”

“You knew I would side with Kato and the Elites. I implicitly revealed as much when we all agreed to let you ride the Ferris wheel with Kato—we agreed to maintain the status quo, but then you went behind our backs to bring Mayumi here? I can’t even imagine which one’s the excuse, to force Kato’s hand to break the status quo, or to execute on your plan to aid the faculty in taking control of the school.”

Without knowing all of Kato’s thoughts, there was still a non-zero chance that Mayumi could push Kato enough to make a rash decision, especially if Kato thought something else of his latent and oblivious affection for Mayumi. Ariel couldn’t rule out the possibility that Mayumi was not only a ticking time bomb for the school’s anti-neutrality protests, but for their circle of friends too. It eventually proved half-true for the latter: the status quo was broken, just not in the way that they imagined, in that Kato would be the main cause of it.

“So now I’m too late. My authority in this school is compromised, and my capabilities limited when I want to protect Kato or the Elites in a pinch from you and the school. I truly regret not taking action earlier.”

“…but, you usually don’t bother with that, don’t you?”

If it were an outsider, or even an Elite who countered with that, it would be a completely sensible deduction. Personally, Ariel was quite emotionally detached from their circle’s relationship dramas. However, it didn’t mean she wasn’t a participant entirely. She still had a little bit of skin in the game, and this indignation showed how her friends were, deep down, quite dear to her.

“If I wasn’t around to tie up loose ends from the shadows, Kato wouldn’t have been able to keep everyone together for this long. I think he subconsciously knows this too. It’s precisely because I’m the impartial one that the rest of them remained in line.”

Tooting her own horn in the meanwhile, Ariel continued her torrent of accusations unabashedly.

“On the other hand, what have you done in the past seven or eight years to earn you a right to have any say in our group? You went off on your own to pursue Hearts candidacy—for your own sake and no one else’s—and then disappeared for years on end, just so you can come back now to basically tear us apart? Let’s set aside the fact that I was chosen to inherit the family business instead of you. Since I was already second in line after you, I’m in no way angry because of that.”

It was crucial—since Ariel was the one making these accusations—that she made it clear her discontent was not because of Mirabelle taking off, reneging on her responsibilities to her family, and subsequently pushing said responsibilities onto Ariel. Given Ariel’s position, she would’ve eventually taken them on in some capacity anyway. She needed to unambiguously make out that this point was completely separate from the next, in order for Mirabelle to understand the depth of the mess that she made.

“When we negotiated that Ferris wheel agreement, I was the one who showed you mercy, not the other way around. It wasn’t some kind of unfair deal I imposed on you because we thought it was funny to see you separated from Kato, or that I was trying to one-up you in favour of Bia. The fact that we even considered your request was more than you ever deserved. You are the one who owes us.”

At that, Mirabelle was shocked. She now understood why Ariel was furious.

“At the start of senior high, you were lucky that Kato had instantly welcomed you back into the group as if nothing had changed. You do realize that in any other circumstance, being estranged for this long doesn’t normally get you a free pass like this, do you? And you have the gall to ask us for a favour like that. Honestly, I was disgusted. If Bia wasn’t scared of you, I would’ve rejected everything on the spot. As your sister, I wanna give you the benefit of the doubt, but if you treat us as nothing but accessories to your selfish wishes, it leaves a sour taste in my mouth, to say the least. So, I’ll say this.”

Ariel took a deep breath in before she let every last drop of emotion in her tiny body out.

“I don’t need someone who’s going to leave us for good just a little under a year from now, to completely shatter my circle of friends. You don’t have a horse in this race, but I do. I want us and the Elites to be together for the remainder of this year, so that after we graduate and go our separate ways, in ten years, twenty years, or even longer, we’d still be the good friends that we are now. I believe Bia and Scarlett think the same, but none of this matters to you, now, does it?”

“N-no, I—”

“Don’t even try denying it. Your Hearts candidacy was only contingent on Master Suvorov’s discretion. There’s no need for you to do any of this, but we both know why you did.”

Mirabelle was livid. Her beautiful face was distorted by fear, disbelief and shame. Her hands trembled, grasping at the empty air.

“To avoid the memory wipe that came with Kato and Evie’s entry into the Hearts, becoming a Hearts candidate wasn’t enough, obviously. You either needed to become a nomenklatura that dealt with the Hearts, or become a Heart yourself. Alice is able to do the first thing because of her and her family’s position in Eternia, and her personal friendship with Evie. If I’m to guess, she’ll become Evie’s handler.

“But our family isn’t in that kind of position. We’re Auxirian nobility, for heaven’s sake. So, the only possibility for you was to become a Heart—or more precisely, become someone who has all the credentials to become a Heart. That credential is Hearts candidacy plus a strong recommendation from a kabinet, or from a proxy of Lady Eterna.”

Becoming a Hearts candidate was like making it to a waiting list for an interview after an employer validated your résumé. Becoming someone who has all the credentials to become a Heart, then, was analogous to succeeding the interview and accepting the offer of employment. Once the first day of the job rolled around, you would become a Heart.

The kabinet was the topmost layer of Eternia’s hierarchy, answering only to each other and the leaders themselves. They were, essentially, the equivalent of the top of the aristocracy, and only the leaders could appoint new kabinets.

“For Kato, Evie and Teto, Ms Romana fulfills that role as Lady Eterna’s direct proxy. That’s why Ms Romana is even here in the first place, to oversee them and recommend their Hearts candidacy.”

Obviously, the trio were special candidates in that they were set to be Hearts from very early on in their life. Skipping the selection process entirely, they were guaranteed membership in the Hearts, so even Ms Romana’s proctoring was only a formality. That was why the memory wipe was a certainty for the Elites.

As an aside, the memory wipe was only applicable to the situation around young, Eternian-bred, newly-initiated Hearts. It didn’t apply to Hearts candidates who were promoted to Hearts membership later in life. Logistical concerns aside, it was done for the young ones because the appointment was lifelong, so a clean break from their past was easier to execute upon, in order to prepare them for their long, predetermined future.

“So, you went to Mr Guilford-Fong, the Class 3-A homeroom teacher, to fulfill that role for yourself. He’s the only kabinet at our school that would be willing to make such a recommendation. His recompense is to use your capabilities to change the fundamental laws of this school according to his will—or rather, the faculty’s will.

“If you’re successful he’ll recommend you, and then Lady Eterna will decide on whether to approve of initiating you into the Hearts or not. Once that happens, you’ll have all the credentials to become a Heart, and thus have the justification to avoid the memory wipe. They won’t force it on a person they’re going to make a Heart out of. That’s why you’re doing all of this. This is the entire basis of your intentions. You desperately wanted to chase after Kato, and if nothing else, for Kato to remain in your memories.”

That was the final nail in the coffin. Even as the bystander of their circle, Ariel was able to see through all the way to the bottom of the ocean. She was indeed an exceptional person, but of course, even of her own admission, she couldn’t make use of her genius properly. It was too late for her to effect any change to the current state of affairs.

“And since you’re becoming a Heart, our memories of you, like with our memories of Kato, Evie and Teto, will be sealed away too. How convenient for you. Not only were we broken apart by your dirty scheming, but we’d even forget that you did this to us. Congratulations. You won’t have to bear any responsibility for your actions. All I can say is that this world is terribly unjust.”

Ariel’s cold gaze shook Mirabelle to her core. She had only seen this once before, at the end of middle school, aimed towards Kato. That realization froze her in place, unable to speak a word. It felt as if the room closed in on her, reducing her field of blurry vision to the petite platinum-haired sister in front of her.

“I really don’t get you sometimes. You’d go this far to get your way, and yet you couldn’t say anything to him when you’re actually with him? You’d mention Bia’s name instead? Are you daft?”

Ariel was, for once, showing a face of pure malignance. It was an expression of someone who was absolutely fed up with the thing in front of them, and wanted nothing but for that thing to be exorcised from this world. Everything she had said up until this point was within the realm of reasonable grievances, representing her fellow sisters Bianca and Scarlett too, but this latest stab was personal.

“Sorry, but don’t blame Kato. I pretty much made him tell me what happened on the Ferris wheel. He doesn’t know about our agreement either, so don’t worry about that. I wouldn’t have cared otherwise, but you had to be a scared little bitch and chicken out like a pussy. You’re cold-blooded enough to throw our trust and our friendships into a ditch, but when push came to shove you couldn’t even follow through with your selfishness. The Elites were destroyed so you could deliberately sabotage your own attempt? Do our livelihoods mean nothing to you?”

“…”

“And don’t even try to think that that was some convoluted way of paying back Bia. It had nothing to do with her. You knew Kato and Bia had something going on between them, and you wanted him to make a definitive decision on it—you wanted him to give up on it. In other words, you were afraid he wouldn’t, and afraid of being rejected because of it.

“No, that’s not all of it. You chickened out also because when we were negotiating that time, Bia was being whiney. Afterwards, you were scared that what she has for Kato, and what she claimed she already has, is more than what you have. You were scared that he would actually choose Bia, so you elected to choose her for him. Deluding yourself into having influenced his choice in some capacity won’t hurt as much as a direct, unequivocal rejection from him. What a pathetic excuse for the most powerful woman in Korolev Senior.”

Ariel caught and half-corrected herself despite being quite agitated from this confrontation. She reeled her emotions back in, taking another deep breath in and rising from her seat steadily. She had said everything she wanted to say, and so there was no more reason to stay.

What had happened, had already happened. There was no turning back the clock to redo what went wrong, so Ariel could only make her way to the door and leave Mirabelle behind. What she wanted to do now was to plan for the future, and for a future that she wanted. A future with her friends all in one piece. In that case, her flesh and blood quadruplet-sister, Mirabelle, was her unexpected opponent. She couldn’t afford to sit back and observe anymore.

Shortly after the door closed on the student council room, gentle sobs lightly shook Mirabelle’s frame. She sat dumbfounded, overwhelmed by the beating she took from Ariel. It was far beyond what she could ever imagine from her.

Even as the bell sounded for the impending start of homeroom and first period, Mirabelle remained seated, trying desperately to reconcile with what Ariel had said. Despite the grief she was suffering through, she didn’t regret the path she had taken. She was prepared to take on all of this sadness and broken hearts—and that was what she was doing. Ariel’s words gouged deep into her heart without mercy, but she was determined to bear it all the same. That was what it took to become a Heart on her own—to have the resolve to abandon all that she held dear.


After Kato and Bianca left the Class A leaders behind in the AC headquarters, they immediately made their way to the fourth floor, locking themselves in one of the empty classrooms so that no one—especially teachers—would accidentally walk in and disturb them continuing the conversation from the AC.

The dusty scent of nature slowly decomposing the unused classroom didn’t register with the unwanted intruders, who were solely focused on their own predicaments. Kato sat down on an old wooden chair after he swept away a layer of dust with the back of his hand.

“I’m sorry.”

However, it was Bianca who was the first to speak up. She stayed by the door, leaning backwards into the wall next to it.

“I don’t blame you. Ariel didn’t say anything about it to me either, so it must’ve been something you couldn’t say anything about at all until now. It makes sense. Once she became a Hearts candidate, it also became public information, so everyone adjacent to her position will find out. If she and Gilbert were students of the same master, then it stands to reason that he found out first.”

Eyes closed, he rubbed his temples, still trying to take in this revelation. He couldn’t believe Mirabelle deceived all of the Elites for all these years, especially his own people, who were supposed to be in the same mafia underworld she was trying to join.

Sure, no one had any business to know all of those who were aspiring to become one, but those undergoing the intense training required to become one would eventually catch the attention of someone in a position of authority sooner or later, and unless they were extra careful about it, that information usually made its way outside in one form or another. The fact that it didn’t, meant the Jupiter family pulled many strings and took many precautions to not let people know that their most outstanding daughter would abandon her noble heritage to join the organization.

However, once one became a Hearts candidate, that candidacy would be made public to the kabinet and related individuals. It was inevitable, since from that position a Hearts candidate could only obtain a recommendation to the Hearts from a kabinet. Kato’s family, while not kabinets, were special existences to the organization; they could be privy to such information if they so desired.

Bianca breathed a small sigh of relief.

“Well, then that’s good. I was worried you might tear my ear off or something.”

“Not yours. None of this is your doing anyway.”

Kato shook his head, still bewildered.

“I’d imagine you need to talk to Ariel, not me. I don’t have the power to affect any of this, but Ariel might.”

“Well, we’re gonna have a conversation with her later to exchange intel, but before that, there are still a few things I wanna confirm.”

He opened his eyes and continued.

“Mira wants to join the Hearts. If she does get selected to become a Heart, she must also accept a memory wipe to all those close to her, including family. How did the rest of you take all of this?”

“I…obviously, we didn’t know about it until, y’know, that time. The adults didn’t want to tell us, I guess, and for good reason. Initially, I thought it was fine. I get to finally forget about being her shadow, I thought. It was later that I became frustrated, after I found out what happens to the one joining the Hearts.”

“She wouldn’t be subject to the erasure of her memories at all. Right?”

“That’s right. She’ll be the only one who’ll remember you. When I found out that’s what would happen, it made me really upset. I was thinking to myself, why am I always the incapable one in comparison? I can’t do anything, yet Mira was able to go out and forge a path for herself.”

That path, however, meant being absent from the Elites for many years. For the rest of the Elites, it was as if she moved away to a different school, visited them on very infrequent occasions, and then finally moved back during high school. It was not even full time, only reappearing as she desired, as was the case for the past month and a half.

“I’m sorry…”

Kato apologized sheepishly, but Bianca shook her head quietly. He remembered vividly, back at the end of middle school, that she found out about the erasure from him in the most acrimonious way possible. In retrospect, he realized that Bianca must have taken it much harder than he had previously thought because not only was he being downright unreasonable at the time, but Bianca had instantly, and finally, understood why Mirabelle was trying to join the Hearts—to avoid exactly what Bianca had to confront.

“It’s fine now. To be honest, I was probably too influenced by Letty at the time. Maybe I could’ve found a more level-headed way to deal with it, than let Letty’s emotions get to me.”

“Letty…”

Kato sighed exhaustedly. Because Bianca had always been together with him in some way or another, there was always opportunity to mend fences. She was very special to him, so eventually he would’ve came to his senses and found a way to do so. It just so happened that Eon expedited that in a very melodramatic way.

Letty—Leticia—was also someone quite special in her own right, and also was at the centre of their troubles at the time. But, she was no longer in Korolev district. She left immediately afterwards, leaving no opportunity to reconcile with her, and considering her different position from Bianca, there was probably no way to do it even if an opportunity presented itself. Leticia was the first time that Kato felt immeasurable regret over.

They gave themselves a moment of silence for Leticia’s sake, before Kato continued.

“Why did Mira want to become a Heart?”

“Are you really going to ask that?”

Bianca was somewhat exasperated at that question. On the other hand, Kato was quite serious, and he was taken aback by Bianca’s reaction.

“…but I wasn’t that kind of a person to her at the time, was I? She made the decision to become a Heart a long time ago, even before Mayumi left us. It was around the middle of third grade that she slowly stopped coming to school.”

So he wasn’t that dense, and he obviously had some idea about it. It would have been stranger if he didn’t. But at the same time, Bianca knew firsthand that without directly affirming such notions with the other party, it was a never-ending sequence of worry, doubt, anxiety and indecision. That loop of guessing and second-guessing each other’s true feelings was both stressful and exhilarating for the budding relationship.

“What I can say is that I thought—well, everyone else too, thought—it was the same deal with you and Mayumi.”

“Hmm…”

Kato could only hum at that implication. He was also a little embarrassed as he was incredulous. Bianca saw an inkling of that, and it was her turn to sigh.

“Don’t underestimate the Elites. They can see these kinds of things as bright as day.”

“So you noticed it at the time, too?”

Her heart skipped a beat. He stared intently at her, as if the question he just asked meant much more than what it appeared on the surface.

“I didn’t think of it too much at the time. Y-you already know that it wasn’t until much more recently that it became something that mattered to me…”

“I-I guess you’re right…”

Noticing her bashful voice, he also subconsciously stammered. He realized his question was not taken at face value, so he let the subject drop. Bianca, too, hurriedly went back to the initial subject.

“Ariel and Scarlett didn’t think too much of her joining the Hearts either. At least for Ariel, it wasn’t until Mira brought Mayumi back that she had something serious to say about it.”

“Figures. That makes sense.”

That was very true. Historically, Ariel was particularly close to Mayumi, and so she was fully aware of Mayumi’s capabilities. She couldn’t take Mirabelle’s machinations with Mayumi lying down, especially now that it had turned so many things on its head.

“What do you think of Mira joining the Hearts, Kato?”

Earlier, when Gilbert revealed to Kato about Mirabelle’s bid for Hearts candidacy in his place, he also said that he was originally disconcerted by Mirabelle’s intent on following the faculty’s direction so closely. If her candidacy only relied on Master Suvorov’s discretion, then she didn’t need to be so aggressively siding with the faculty, or even at all.

However, Gilbert later found out—or rather, wrested from his homeroom teacher that he was in fact proctoring for Mirabelle’s entry into the Hearts proper. Obviously, Hearts candidacy was not her final destination. With that final piece of information, Mirabelle’s movements behind the scenes finally made sense. Of course, it didn’t explain why she was aiming so desperately for the Hearts in the first place. The only reason they could surmise—and unknowingly, it was correct—was because of Kato and the memory wipes.

Normally, one pursued joining the Hearts for many other reasons. Fame, prestige, status, pride, or even pure vanity. There were also other extenuating circumstances that led to Hearts membership, such as with Kato’s family. That was why even though the four of them came to a plausible reasoning, Bianca being the most sure of it, they still second-guessed if it really was the only reason, especially when it was a decision made when she was so young and with the family’s tacit endorsement.

“I can’t say. I don’t know enough about Mr Guilford, or Mira’s position with regards to that. Hell, I didn’t even know she was doing this until just now. But if she’s planned for it for this long, knowing her, it’s pretty likely she’ll succeed, if we assume Lady Eterna doesn’t reject the recommendation.”

Unexpectedly, Bianca was all squeamish again, clearly meaning the question in a different, more personal way. She had to put it in more precise words. Bravely, she stepped forward, and stood resolutely in front of him.

“I mean, what do you think of Mira being able to remember you after you become a Heart yourself? You’ll be in the Hearts together, too. Isn’t that, y’know, good for you?”

“Good for me?”

As she loomed over him, he echoed her simple question, instantly realizing what she was trying to ask. It had nothing to do with the situation at hand. It was probably something she had been endlessly anxious about, and even more so than the fact that Mirabelle was able to retain memories of Kato.

To put it simply, she was asking about his feelings for Mirabelle.

“I…I—!”

Kato was infinitely tongue-tied. It occurred to him that, despite everything they had been through together, she had never ever asked him that question. It was immensely commendable for Bianca to not have done so for this long.

When he looked up, he saw a deeply sorrowful longing in her gaze, as if she was already sure that he would agree with her presumption. He couldn’t look away from the wistfulness in her eyes that, unforgivably, reminded him of Mirabelle.

Bianca, seeing him continue to be at a loss for words, began to despair. Second best once more, she thought. As she tried to give up and shift away, Kato suddenly sprang forward to grab her around the waist, pressing his face to her soft belly.

“—!”

She gasped in surprise and instantly froze at the strange sensation of the awkward contact. There was a ticklish giddiness to it, but she was more distracted by Kato himself. She couldn’t fathom what this could be about.

Kato, unfortunately, had no idea why he reacted this way either. When she was about to turn away, he instantly felt a creeping feeling of fear in his chest that threatened to fill his heart with a numb, black void. He reached out instinctively to combat this emotional disease, as if Bianca was his solace.

Thankfully, it only took a few moments to collect himself. He stood up from his seat, but he had yet to let go of his hands around her waist. Within his slack embrace, she looked upwards at his face in a daze, his intense stare like a heatwave sapping the energy out of her.

“…no matter how I feel about her, I can’t choose her right now. I won’t choose her until I’m forced to at gunpoint. And not until I’ve gotten over my feelings for you, Bia.”

Kato finally pieced together his words for her to hear; or rather, he allowed himself to say whatever came into his mind as he trained his eyes intently on Bianca’s delicate face. It made sure they were words meant only for her, and that there were no falsehoods in it.

As her eyes started to well up in tears, she reached for his face with trembling hands and caressed it tenderly. Her heart was pounding so hard that she thought her blood was going to spill out of her chest.

“Can I…make it so that you’ll never get over it?”

She whispered ever so gently, tingling yet searing his ears like a feather dripping with poison. He almost buckled as his heart melted in the delirious fervour of her corrosive love.

“That’s what you’ve set out to do from the start, right?”

And in a complete reversal, hope flooded into her expression like a blossoming flower. The euphoric high of pure bliss took over her senses for a moment, blacking out the distant sound of the morning bell. Within it, she set her emotions free, and leaned in to kiss him deeply on the lips.

Trapped within her hypnotic reverie, Kato, perhaps against his better judgment, returned its passion tenfold in both space and time, defying all expectations of their ill-fated circumstance.


Inside the inner sanctum of the school’s infirmary, the remainder of the Elites crowded around Eon’s bed. Early morning sun filtered through the open window onto the several other beds that were vacant, as they chose to put him in the corner away from the window.

Yui and Franco had come here with Eon in their arms, who at the time was barely holding onto his strength in his legs. When they got to the infirmary’s visitors’ waiting area, the school nurse wasn’t even on duty yet, so they had to barge into the main office using a master key that Scarlett handed them. They quickly tossed him onto a bed and tried to make it as comfortable for him as possible.

Once Cecilia, Caius and Mayumi were dismissed, they along with Scarlett and Alice quickly made their way down to the infirmary, with a quick pit-stop by the girls’ washroom that Mayumi had been using her future sight in. By the time they joined with Eon and co., the school nurse had arrived and was, strangely enough, hugging onto Eon’s inert body tightly.

“Oh, what a dumbass you are, Eon. Why do you have to be such a dumbass, little brother?”

“Katia-je, you don’t have to call me a dumbass like that twice.”

The tall, slender nurse with a black, rounded bob cut was none other than Eon’s older sister of three years. She had already finished post-secondary education and was currently working part-time at her alma mater that was this school. She donned a nurse’s white laboratory uniform, complete with hardened-cloth overcoat and trousers, and finishing with black rain-boots.

“Don’t you dare use that honorific as mockery, cockface. Address me properly.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can fall over and die, too.”

Katia let go of him and smiled brightly. The newcomers to the Elites were utterly flummoxed by the exchange of profanity, but for those who knew Katia and Eon, this was par for the course. It was also clear where Eon’s maverick streak came from.

“How many hours did you look into the future?”

“A few hours at most.”

“What about the headache? Is it worse than the other times you’ve used it?”

“Unfortunately, yes, it is.”

She frowned.

“Then you’re also getting old like me. It’s best you don’t exert your eyes like this from now on. At your age, the comfortable maximum I recommend is about fifteen minutes. Do you feel funny anywhere in your body at all?”

“No, nothing funny at all, just exhausted.”

“That’s good news. There shouldn’t be any lasting damage in that case. Still, don’t do anything this reckless again, brother.”

“Yes, yes, I already know, sister. You’re the great foremother of precognition.”

Katia’s rainbow-coloured eyes softened, relieved that Eon was listening to her quite obediently. If they were anything like when they lived at home together, it would’ve taken an episode of bickering before they reached a consensus.

“I only use it to look several seconds into the future nowadays. I don’t even want to deal with fifteen minutes of suffering, and yet you chose to look hours into the future. You really like to lie in bed, huh?”

“Sorry, but can you lecture me later? I need to pass out, thanks.”

“Any second now, brother.”

Right before, she gave him sleeping pills to induce the mental shutdown required for sleep. The physical recoil from the future sight brought exhaustion and pain, but not the kind that encouraged sleep, so by chewing on sleeping pills they could pass through this cycle while unconscious.

And as if right on cue, Eon fell asleep comfortably in the nondescript hospital bed. Katia smiled lightly, and turned her gaze toward the present Elites. She looked at them in the eye once each, unwavering and fearless.

“I can see that the group has expanded quite a bit. I’m Katia, Eon’s older sister, and these kids’ babysitter a long time ago. I may be young, but that’s because I skipped three grades ahead. I work in healthcare, and started here part-time just this school year. Thanks for taking care of my little brother.”

“Yes, Katia-je.”

Caius, Mayumi and Scarlett bowed deeply, showing the true nature of their hierarchy. Alice seemed to have noticed first—if Katia skipped three grades in the Korolev district, then it must mean that she was precocious, a prodigy, or both. It was, of course, the latter.

“So from what I heard, we’re trying to cheat on an exam, right? And you ran into a trap set by the PSC?”

“Y-yes, that’s right.”

“I can’t believe you guys. You knew I was here six years ago. They already have a case study. Can’t you put two and two together?”

Her stunning eyes made a great impression on the newcomers, which helped sharpen the daunting combativeness in her expression and voice. She already heard what had happened earlier from Eon. Mayumi continued to answer.

“With all due respect, I was already the subject of this kind of surveillance back at Regia Miriam. I’m well aware of the dangers.”

“And you can’t come up with adequate countermeasures even with foreknowledge? I’m very disappointed in you, Mayumi. My brother is a lost cause because I know his weaknesses, but you, of all people, should be able to win. I would definitely be able to win.”

With that remark, the newcomers were wholly incredulous at Katia. They couldn’t believe that instead of chastising Mayumi for trying to cheat on an exam, as any employee of the school should do, she was disappointed that Mayumi couldn’t do it better.

“But we got off scot-free! We even hid the exam answers and retrieved them from the washroom afterwards without any of them noticing!”

“If your condition for victory is success at any cost, then you might as well go back to the family farm and till the fields for a living.”

“I…I’m very sorry.”

Mayumi bit her lip at Katia’s scathing assessment of her performance. With that, Katia sat back down in her wheelchair with a satisfactory expression.

“If you understand, then that’s fine.”

Like a child being singled out to guilt-trip their wrongdoings, Mayumi hung her head in disgrace. The crew was similarly silent and forlorn, now fully aware that not only Katia was their venerable senior, she was the Elite’s ultimate boss. She was like a mafia’s branch leader, while the Elites were just one of the gangs of thugs under her patronage, and Mayumi was one of those gang leaders she needed to discipline.

“…Katia-je, do you hate me?”

Mayumi spared a momentary glance at Katia’s motorized wheelchair before she shifted her eye back at Katia.

“No, I don’t. What happened to me was all of my own accord. I now understand exactly how difficult it is to have and live with a painful, chronic illness, so I won’t hate someone who found a way to overcome something I’m unable to. You are fortunate that Kato was prepared to sacrifice himself for you.

“You had it worse than me. Your life was at stake. I may be in varying degrees of pain all the time, but I can manage it up to a point. Technically speaking, I had it much better than you.

“Though, I have one more thing to say as your senior and former babysitter. Not only does Kato go out on a limb for you, but Eon is also willing to do the same.”

When Katia smiled gently at her and eyed Eon sleeping soundly in his bed, Mayumi finally connected the dots and figured out why Katia was strict with her.

“The blood and sweat they poured into the sacrifices they made for you, aren’t trivial. So, please cherish them, Mayumi.”

Despite the distraught-filled frown stretched across her porcelain features, Mayumi didn’t hesitate to answer.

“I’m so sorry! Truly sorry! Please, allow me to apologize!”

Mayumi got on her knees and begged for forgiveness. Even the old guard in Caius and Scarlett were taken aback by the degree of humility. They watched Katia slowly drive her wheelchair around and towards her office desk as she maintained her thin smile.

“I told you, it’s fine, Mayumi. Even knowing those risks, I chose to do it myself. You don’t have to blame yourself for what I did.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that I owe you, too.”

“If you insist on making good on your sins, then there’s only one thing for you to do, right? Make it up to the people you actually owe it to. Think about how to do it on your own, with what you have.”

Katia gestured to her unconscious brother on the bed. Mayumi spared a glance at Eon too, and she nodded solemnly as her determination slowly returned.

“…I understand, Katia-je.”

“All right. That’s all I’ve got to say. Then, all of you guys, shoo. There’re too many people in here already. Eon’ll be fine by lunchtime, don’t worry about it.”

Filing out of the infirmary quietly, the Elites headed for their classrooms through the hustle and bustle of the school hallways, coming alive as first period approached.

“What was that about?”

Alice asked sharply the moment they passed inside one of the auxiliary stairwells, mostly directing the question at Mayumi and Caius. The group stopped, as the other newcomers also found the confrontation both baffling and intriguing. Caius answered first before Mayumi had a chance to.

“When Mayumi first disappeared, we didn’t know where she went. It was Katia-je who helped out and indirectly foresaw her death.”

“…?”

Yui, Franco and Cecilia, too, gave Caius a weird look, of course not privy to the details of their past.

“It isn’t a coincidence that both Eon and Katia-je have future sight. The operation of her future sight is similar to Mayumi’s though, but much stronger—she can see directly into a specific time in the future without first going through the immediate future.

“And unfortunately, Katia-je suffers from the same destructive condition as Mayumi. It’s not as bad as Mayumi’s case—her eyes are proof that she has a wholly working special ability, being able to use it at her own discretion. So, instead of having a heavy burden on her body due to a malformed power, like with Mayumi, Katia-je’s was just a case of the future sight being too great for a normal human body to endure.”

For Mayumi and Eon, their future sight worked like a cassette tape, needing to fast-forward or rewind based on what they wanted to see. However, Katia’s powers were so much more convenient than theirs. She could drop in at any time in the future she wanted, almost like a needle on a gramophone record.

“She found approximately where Mayumi was, what was happening and some of what was going to happen to her. Afterwards, Kato and Evie tracked her down based on Katia-je’s descriptions. We were stuck between a rock and a hard place. We have one friend about to die, and another friend’s family member permanently injuring herself for our sake. I’m not sure how Eon feels now, but back at that moment, I didn’t think it went over with him very well. It was really complex, to say the least.”

That explained why Eon was so apathetic to Mayumi’s return to Korolev. While she was an infinitely irreplaceable friend, she had also been at the centre of his elder sister’s disability, no matter how much Katia insisted it was of her own doing. Given my personality, this would’ve happened to me sooner or later, just under a different circumstance, Katia had said nonchalantly. I can be glad that it helped someone from dying in an undeserved condition.

Interestingly, this bit of trivia forced Alice to re-evaluate Eon in a more positive light. While Eon was tightly connected to what had happened to Mayumi that time, it was merely adjacent to the drama that followed Mayumi, Caius and Kato. Eon’s claim that he had no skin in that game was terrifically accurate, much more accurate than one would give him at face value. Rather, he had a very personal, one-to-one set of mixed feelings with regards to Mayumi.

“Her current form with this half-disability was the direct result of that reckless use of her future sight in that incident. Her body couldn’t take it, and now she lives with a wheelchair and with chronic pain.”

The newcomers were stupefied. It meant that Katia had been handicapped since middle-school-age. Needless to say, her recklessness caused no small amount of grief for her family. At the same time, the Elites had to face Mayumi’s imminent death as well. Alice now understood the depth of the burden Mayumi must carry, and part of why she returned to Korolev and did what she did. It really wasn’t just about herself. It was all about the original Elites. Mayumi had a score to settle with the Elites, as she once told her.

“I see. I understand.”

When Caius finished matter-of-factly, Alice replied in kind. Even the trivial mystery as to how the Elites were able to find out about Mayumi’s condition was such a heavy burden that it dwarfed and even belittled her own inner turmoil. No wonder the Elites were such exceptional people, Alice thought.

“Then, what are you planning to do about it?”

Alice turned to Mayumi, who was still somewhat spaced out from before. However, after hearing Alice’s question, she replied with something unexpected.

“I’m going to face all of them head-on. All of you head-on. I can’t be running away forever.”

Ever since the equinox, Mayumi had been quite outwardly melancholic. As it had been for years, the unrelenting forward march of time did nothing to assuage her aching heart. Those close to her, especially Cecilia, could see that her spirit was thoroughly broken.

However, in this moment, the fire in her eye shone once more. There were no more clouds in her gaze, and no more hesitation in her movement. The re-encounter with Katia brought back a vigour befitting of the leader of the Elites. Surprised, Alice gasped.

“I-is that so? Good for you, then.”

Satisfied, Mayumi turned to continue climbing the steps. The conversation dropped abruptly, giving an eerie feel to the quite large group present. There was a strange feeling of anticipation tingling at Alice as they ascended the stairs back to the third floor, to which an explanation for it very quickly appeared before her.

While the 3-B and 3-F classrooms were both in the west building, the 3-B classroom was all the way at the end of it, while the 3-F classroom was situated near the centre where the open atrium was. When they made it to the fork in the path separating the two destinations, Caius, Mayumi and Cecilia followed Scarlett onwards to the 3-B classroom, leaving Alice, Franco and Yui behind.

It seemed like the scene was just as jarring for the other two newcomer Elites. As they watched their backs recede into the hallway, it felt as if the Elites had been completely split apart. Back at the equinox, there were only splinters beginning to form, but they were still a whole, as flawed as the situation was. Now, the difference in classes and classrooms finally drove home reality. The splinters gave way entirely and the whole thing fell apart.

“So this is it, huh.”

Franco shook his head glumly, and turned to head for the 3-F classroom. Yui followed him quietly, also sombre from the loss of the original Elites. For what it was worth, they each had their own, lasting history with the original Elites, unlike the case for Alice.

Alice could only hold her head high and grit her teeth. As someone who cherished her friends and reciprocated their loyalty, it saddened her to see them go. She hoped that Mayumi’s newfound purpose could bring a change for the better.

19 – Charlatans and Saints

In the musty, business office-like student council room, the interlopers plus some of the student council executives sat at the main conference table near the front door. At the head of one side was Stephen, followed by Mayumi, Caius and Cecilia. Out of them, Mayumi was calm and collected, showing no hint of worry or anxiety. The other three were slightly nervous, as they weren’t the ones who saw the future directly, but having been prepped by Mayumi beforehand, they were also in a position of comfort.

Only twenty minutes ago, Stephen was on the verge of blacking out from the injuries he sustained, but the cleanse tag had reversed much of the injuries in short order. While his face and head was still swollen, sore and in pain all over, physically all was well enough, and his faculties were in good order.

Seated opposite them were Class C’s Donovan and Liam. The former was just as confident as the future seer on the other side, and unlike Stephen, his injuries were well recovered by now. Liam, however, was rather depressed. It was not because of anything to do with the student council, as they were the ones filing a complaint. Rather, he was anticipating some kind of reprimand later from Donovan for his poor handling of the situation, i.e. sleeping on the job.

At the end of the table sat Mirabelle Jupiter, the up-until-now-absent student council president who made her surprise triumphant return today, plunging straight into mediating a dispute. Ariel sat next to Mirabelle, notebook in hand and ready to take minutes as Bianca stood behind her, bearing witness to the proceedings.

Outside the student council room in the hallway were some of the Elites, only able to peek through the narrow, elongated window of the front door, to which Scarlett was standing guard with them. While either party was allowed to bring a few people with them inside to witness the dispute mediation, neither chose to do so.

“Let’s hear your complaint then, shall we?”

Mirabelle started off in the direction of Donovan, smiling lightly at him.

“All right, let’s see. Well, there is the issue of obstruction of PSC duties by the three hooligans over there. How about we start off with that?”

As mundane as it sounded, this was in fact a serious rule that brought severe consequences when broken. Donovan laid back into his chair and put his hands behind his head, seemingly content.

“Then, could you explain in detail the obstruction that had occurred and you claimed to warrant remedial measures?”

“Simple. Early morning today, we, the PSC, were conducting a mission in which operating Teller sonographs was critical to its objective. During the operation, Ms Hanamiya, Ms Nightingale, Mr Koziko, and Mr Evans, students with no affiliations with the science faculty, somehow entered a locked chemistry lab, Chem 1, and proceeded to manhandle my colleague, Mr Mitchell, in order to remove him from the premises, which they’ve successfully done.

“At the same time, they removed the printed readings from the output of the Teller sonograph and dumped it in a pool of sulphuric acid, presumably to erase evidence of any wrongdoing on their part—”

“Hey, watch what you’re saying there, punk—”

Stephen tried to interrupt, but Donovan cut him off and sped ahead of him.

“I’m only giving a plausible explanation as to why they must do so—”

“Silence. Mr Liguro, please do not disrupt the speaker. Mr Avgothia, please refrain from making judgments on why something happened. We are currently interested in the sequence of events only. We’ll have a discussion on opinions afterwards.”

As Stephen glared silently at his opponent across the table, Donovan shrugged, duly composed.

“Sure. So, the Teller sonograph’s printouts were completely lost as a result. While all of that was going on, Mr Liguro came into the next door lab, Chem 2, where I was, and after removing the readouts from my Teller sonograph and dissolving them in acid too, started a brawl with me. The rest was as you witnessed, Madam President.”

“That’s the sequence of events as Mr Avgothia and Mr Mitchell sees it, correct?”

“Yes.” “That’s correct.”

They both answered together.

“Do you have any problems with the version of events presented by Mr Avgothia?”

“Putting aside whatever that was being done by the PSC, yes, we agree with the version of events presented by him.”

Though still stern in his expression, Stephen agreed readily, which was somewhat of a surprise to Donovan. Normally, one would try to skew the presentation of the facts of the sequence of events, even manipulate or obfuscate them, but it seemed as though they were giving up on doing anything like that.

Usually, one did that in order to gain an advantage in the next round of the dispute settlement, which was to lay out where the wrongdoings were. If a set of facts were accepted by both parties, then they couldn’t quote-unquote take it back if they later realized one of those facts was going to contradict their later arguments. Naturally, Donovan grew suspicious of Stephen’s intentions.

“Then, Mr Avgothia, can you explain the grievance in which these sets of events have caused, to which you seek remediation for?”

“It’s quite simple. The act of forcefully removing Mr Mitchell from his station, and then proceeding to destroy evidence, is nothing more than blatant obstruction of justice. You all do realize that deliberately ruining a Teller sonograph’s readouts is essentially equivalent to tampering with recorded evidence, such as closed-circuit television video, right?”

“There’s no doubt that that’s problematic.”

Stephen stated ambiguously. He did not specifically agree with it this time, obviously, as Donovan was giving his opinion.

“Given the nature of Ms Hanamiya and Mr Koziko’s abilities, specifically their precognition, there’s always the possibility of them cheating, and the Teller sonograph is the only deterrence against such behaviour. Therefore, there’s more than plausible motivation for these two specific individuals to aim to destroy readouts from such a machine.”

No matter how you looked at it, that deduction was sound and commonsensical, and it was in fact exactly why they were doing this in the first place.

“In addition, the crime they’re trying to cover up is to cheat on an exam. While this school is quite eccentric in its operations, academic integrity is something it doesn’t deviate from. In fact, such transgressions were always met with extreme penalties. If you, Madam President, do not hand out a punishment of sufficient severity, then I must escalate this incident to the faculty for redress.”

And so, the prosecutor’s claims came to a close. Mirabelle nodded in understanding, switching over to address the defendants.

“Mr Liguro, those are the charges against Ms Hanamiya’s party. I find nothing wrong with the presentation or soundness of its claims. Do you have anything to say for these charges levied against Ms Hanamiya’s party?”

Mayumi’s party, which included Caius, Cecilia and the absent Eon, continued to remain silent, having already decided that their strategy was to allow only Stephen, who wound up as an accomplice to Mayumi’s party in this incident, to speak on their behalf. It was, of course, awfully suspicious to leave the microphone to Stephen, the least informed of the circumstances.

“They wish to plead not guilty to all charges.”

After dropping something unreasonable yet unsurprising, Donovan sneered.

“Not guilty with the evidence in front of you?”

“They didn’t cheat, after all. There’s no evidence of that.”

Not anymore, that was.

“The charge is the obstruction of justice, in relation to attempted cheating on an exam and covering up such attempts. Whether the attempt at cheating was successful or not, is irrelevant.”

So Donovan wasn’t going to be that naïve. Stephen knew it, but he tried anyway. He would have to go for the jugular, as Mayumi instructed.

“Mr Avgothia is correct. As it stands, I must hand you a guilty verdict and the corresponding punishments thereof.”

Mirabelle said again calmly, apparently completely satisfied with the current situation. Stephen’s expression was as harsh as ever, unyielding and unwavering. He opened his mouth in response.

“Then let me present my version of the events that led up to the incident this morning.”

“’Led up to the incident’, you say?”

“Yes, Madam President. For certain, Mr Avgothia, in his capacity as the Marshal of the PSC, has ordered an investigation into the potential cheating that could come from the precognitive abilities of Mr Koziko and Ms Hanamiya. In light of that, Teller sonographs were procured in secrecy from the science faculty.

“Mr Avgothia seemed to be extremely wary of my cousin, Ms Nightingale, of cheating on an exam because of a tip he received from Regia Miriam All-Girls Private Academy. In fact, he received a whole case of Ms Hanamiya’s—and other’s—past exam papers from his contact in Regia Miriam, in order to build his case for the operation, and to put a working plan into place.”

Donovan narrowed his eyes, suspicion rife in his grimace. Spilling trade secrets was extremely damaging to not only the reputation but the operational efficiency of the PSC. Analogously, if a spy’s operation was busted by the enemy, then all of its methods and secrets would not only be laid bare, but rendered useless because the adversary could now come up with countermeasures for the future.

“With it, he showed me that Ms Hanamiya had the ability to surreptitiously cheat on exams for other students, and since she and Ms Nightingale were friends, it was plausible that her abilities might be used for Ms Nightingale’s sake, given her recent grades. Then, during this exam period, he put me and Mr Mitchell on stakeout duty in the vicinity of the Class 3-C classroom with a Teller sonograph in order to capture Ms Hanamiya’s use of her future sight.

“However, I must insist that, while the presence of Mr Koziko and Ms Hanamiya may appear to support the basic scenario that Mr Avgothia had put forth, in that they simply wanted to cheat on an exam, this narrative is missing one crucial piece.

“It was obvious—to you as well, Madam President—that there were two sonographs in operation at the time. Ms Hanamiya and her friends at the time had only invaded Chem 1 to disable one sonograph’s operation. It turned out that they were only to remain in Chem 1 or outside in the hallways until they met up with you, Madam President. Then, what do we make of the second sonograph, operated by Mr Avgothia? If they really have used their future sight, then they must have a plan to dispose of both sonographs in operation—and in operation so close to each other.”

Stephen stood up from his seat, trying to emphasize the point he wanted to drive home.

“Well, there was a plan for that. At the same time they invaded Chem 1, I personally raided Chem 2 for the second sonograph, resulting in the altercation between me and Mr Avgothia. The reason for this was that I was the real mastermind behind this incident.”

Suddenly, Donovan slammed the table with the palm of his hand and pointed a furious finger at Stephen, while Mayumi and the others behind her blinked at the snappy interruption. The claim was absurd on any day of the week.

“Don’t play silly games with me, Stephen.”

However, it was Mirabelle who cut him off. Donovan shot a glare at Mirabelle, but she already peeled her attention away from him.

“Mr Avgothia, the defendant is speaking. Mr Liguro, please continue.”

Stephen, in a reversal, became the calmer one, unperturbed by the intimidation.

“I’ve orchestrated a scenario where I made it seem like they were cheating. However, they were merely acting upon my instructions in order to secure a free stage for me to fight Mr Avgothia. The burning of the readouts was just something akin to smoke and mirrors; something to match the story that Mr Avgothia was looking for.

“What I was really after was the physical removal of Mr Mitchell from Chem 1, whom I knew was a staunch ally of Mr Avgothia and would do everything in his power to prevent it from happening. The extra manpower provided by Mr Evans and Ms Nightingale was key.

“In essence, Ms Hanamiya and her friends were mere accessories to my plans, made possible because of Mr Avgothia’s fixation with finding evidence of this presupposed cheating on a friend’s exam. Additionally, to obtain their co-operation on this matter, I was about to compensate them on extravagant monetary terms. I can say it definitely swayed their decision to aid me. I was the sole perpetrator of this whole incident, and I’d want Madam President to treat it as such.”

Mirabelle nodded, still very much calm and smiling lightly, never breaking with her character. Donovan, on the other hand, was visibly incensed.

“Impossible. Even if you say this was all your doing, it doesn’t mean they also didn’t intend to cheat, and then took on your offer to act according to your so-called plan.”

“While that’s true, it makes your initial claim that Ms Hanamiya and her friends were obstructing justice much weaker, does it not? It’s true that they physically carried out these acts of sabotage, but I was the one who gave those orders. I put it to you that I was the one obstructing justice, and from within the PSC as well.”

“But it wouldn’t matter who gave the order. The mere act of sabotage of an instrument specifically used to prevent wrongdoing on their part is sufficient cause for doubt.”

“Including my apparent betrayal of PSC duties, it’s an essential part of the charade to get you to fight me seriously. Without properly disrupting the operation in front of you, there wouldn’t be a reason for you to accept my challenge.”

“How would you know that for sure?”

“Well, you were the one who wanted to conduct this surveillance operation. Reasonably speaking, if I sabotage it in your face, I’d presume you’d be quite angry with that. The fact that you did accept my challenge, was reason enough, right? For the record, they didn’t know about the second sonograph you were operating. Of course, I can’t exactly ironclad prove that, but I believe my involvement would make it likely to be seen as truth. After all, only with my leadership in this conspiracy that this specific series of events could have transpired, right? And I admit to it.”

Donovan fumed in silence. There were definitely holes in Stephen’s version of events, but unfortunately for him, it was still a sound scenario as a whole. If he continued challenging them, it would just come down to hypotheticals after hypotheticals, ending with a judgment call by Mirabelle to determine whose claim was closer to the truth. Additionally, there was little to gain now that one of the parties had essentially taken responsibility for the whole incident—Stephen.

In the broader Yue cultural sphere, society operated on a very rigid finger-pointing principle. When something terrible happened, the blame—or the credit—had to be laid down on somebody; and once someone claimed it, it was theirs to keep. Of course, for credit, they needed to claim it convincingly, but for blame, anyone could claim it without question. Once accepted, it was extremely difficult to overturn, and for certain, no one was going to investigate further on someone who pleaded guilty on a charge. 

This was why prosecutions in Yue were often swift and had a very high success rate. The setup, the claims, and their settlements were already determined in advance of the actual trial. If the truth was obvious underneath the wraps, or if one side succumbed to social pressures, then it was a foregone conclusion how the trial would play out, and no one would want to change it after they came to a consensus.

So, even if he escalated this to the faculty now, they would uphold the same principle. They would heed Stephen’s admission of guilt and be done with it. Realizing that he didn’t have any more cards to play and was defeated, Donovan clicked his tongue once and smoothly cleared away the fury in his expression, as expected of a member of the drama department. He turned to Mirabelle with a slight air of indignation.

“Madam President, is this what you expected this all to amount to?”

“Why, this version of events is not all that out of the ordinary, is it?”

This time, Donovan nodded as if he confirmed something. He turned rather uninterested in the whole affair now and calmly leaned back into his chair again.

“It seems I’ve made a mistake to have stood my ground and fought. All right, then let’s hurry this up. What’s your verdict, Madam President?”

Donovan realized he had lost the moment he chose to fight Stephen, giving them the excuse they needed to spin their own story and admit guilt on their own terms.

Unnerved by the sudden change in the pace of the dispute mediation, and it also obviously coming to an end, Liam muttered under his breath to Donovan with fright.

“W-wait a second, is this—”

“Shut up.”

He shut down his lackey with a single utterance. Mirabelle continued, slightly amused by Liam’s trepidation.

“Then, with Stephen claiming responsibility for this incident, the initial charges against Ms Hanamiya and her party are hereby dropped. The student council will assume the prosecutor’s role, and levy the following charges against Mr Liguro: attempted assault to cause bodily harm against another student, and conspiracy to carry out such an offence as the primary perpetrator. Contemporaneously, the student council will include Ms Hanamiya and her party as accomplices to the aforementioned charges for their role in this incident. What do you plead to these charges?”

““Guilty.””

Stephen and Mayumi said together, with Mayumi speaking up for the very first time in this room. Caius and Cecilia wore strained expressions, somewhat still unsettled by the act of admission of their guilt, despite it turning out the way Mayumi and Eon had planned it to.

“Mr Avgothia, while you were entitled to the right to self-defence, it didn’t permit you to beat Mr Liguro to a pulp. If we didn’t have cleanse tags, he would likely be hospitalized in critical condition with quite permanent injuries on his face. I can hardly say that this can just be left at that, can it?”

Mirabelle gave Donovan a tiny sneer, but he didn’t take the bait. He exercised his right to remain silent, merely shrugging off her provocation. She turned back to Stephen and his cohorts.

“As for your punishments, normally, you’d be handed heavy suspensions, and both parties to the altercation would actually be handed over to the municipal police. Depending on what they had to say, expulsion could’ve been up for consideration; for example, because of a restraining order or a poor mental stability assessment. However, considering who you all are, I have quite a simple solution to the issue.”

Mirabelle combed her hands together, smiling brightly yet ominously.

“In light of how this incident has come about, I don’t believe heavy-handed punishments will be conducive to rehabilitation of all parties involved. To that end, I believe the best course of action is to reduce the chances of such a situation to recur in the future. Therefore, Mr Liguro and Ms Hanamiya’s party will be transferred into Class 3-B without delay. Think of it as doing your time. The responsibility of their rehabilitation will be assumed by Class 3-B in whole. In turn, Mr Avgothia personally will not be punished in any way. Instead, we’d ask him to honourably discharge Mr Liguro from service in the PSC. So, how about that?”

Stephen, Caius and Cecilia looked shocked, turning instinctively to Mayumi instead for an explanation, but she remained serene and soundless. She had only been able to prepare them with the plan to navigate this dispute meditation, and only mentioned in passing that their punishments would be greatly reduced. And for sure, this was not a severe punishment at all, but moving classes was still a serious matter, and for Caius who remained in Class F all these years, it was a stunning revelation to be forced to move classes.

Normally, you would be able to move up classes—and possibly be demoted from them—based on your academic ability, at the end of every year. A jury of instructors and administrators would assess your request and the state of the classes, and make a decision based on that. Conversely, those at the bottom of their respective classes were always in danger of demotion at the end of the school year, which struck fear into low-scoring students.

The higher the class you ended up in, the greater the prestige and reputation it granted you, and it extended beyond school into the Eternian underworld. As the Eternian school for its elites, the underworld understood just how difficult it was to compete in Korolev Senior, and it was just as difficult to maintain their class statuses. Graduating with a seat in the privileged classes was a mark of great achievement and it paved a much smoother path down the road.

Of course, if you weren’t pursuing anything inside Eternia’s spheres of influence, you didn’t need to care about placement, but for ninety-nine percent of the kids here, they fell into one of two categories: the first were the children with direct ties to the Eternian mob, such as Gilbert, Mona, or the Jupiter sisters. Needless to say, they took the prestige of their positions seriously.

The second were the regular citizens native to this Eternian city, like Caius or Eon. Unless they had ambitions to leave the city, this prestige would still be greatly beneficial even without direct ties to the mob. Livia was, after all, a de facto independent city-state ruled by Eternia. For a teenager, there was no greater distinction than graduating in a top class of the most prestigious secondary education institution in the region.

Because of that, for Caius, Cecilia, Mayumi and Eon to be essentially promoted into Class B was problematic in that respect, but it was a traditional right that the student council legally wielded in appropriate situations. This violent incident was one such situation, though of course the way it was wielded by Mirabelle was more than questionable.

That was why Ariel and Bianca gave Mirabelle incredulous looks, unable to understand what she was trying to do. They thought Mirabelle’s reappearance today was already suspicious enough, but they couldn’t imagine she would resolve the incident in this incomprehensible way.

Unfortunately for Ariel, she was usually too detached from the events around her, so even with her genius aptitude, she simply didn’t have enough information on her own sister’s situation to piece together the politics behind the whole scenario that was unravelling before her. Given that and the seriousness of where Mirabelle’s machinations had led them to by this point in time, Ariel felt she had no choice but to involve herself more from now on.

Bianca, on the other hand, was as normal a person as possible in the context of her family. There was a limit to her abilities, and she knew she had never been able to keep up with either of her talented sisters beyond their little group of friends. Anything that involved Eternia was beyond her capabilities, and while she could engage with them on occasion, she could never actually participate in their power struggles.

On the other side of the conference table, Liam was visibly relieved that both him and his boss escaped punishment. In fact, having Stephen’s departure from the PSC being sanctioned by the student council was a godsend from Liam’s perspective. He didn’t actually do anything overtly punishable by the student council, but being confirmed that he was safe was still a relief.

Donovan was the least enthused of them, but he was also equally indifferent. By the time he admitted defeat, he already knew he was playing into the palm of Mirabelle’s hands, so if at the end he wasn’t losing anything of substance from this botched engagement, he had no further complaints. In essence, he was committed to cutting his losses.

“I’ll take the silence as a confirmation that we’ll move ahead with this course of action, and with it, closing the case on it permanently. Further appeals and private, unofficial retribution won’t be permitted, or any recourse to the faculty. We’re resolving this dispute as students, by students, and rest assured there will be immediate consequences if that’s broken. Are we clear on that?”

After all, as this case was settled by the students alone, it was not allowed to be presented to the faculty. However, in theory, the faculty would have no idea what had happened, so one could go to the faculty behind the student council’s back to seek recourse. There were a few isolated incidents in the past where it did happen, all part of the game of power struggles. However, it was highly unlikely that news of this particular incident would not reach the faculty, given the use of dangerous chemicals and Teller sonographs, so the threat was less of a deterrent and more of a reminder of a surefire way to get yourself into deeper trouble.

“If you understand that, then Mr Liguro and Mr Avgothia can stay behind to sign some documents to formally ratify their parties’ commitments. Otherwise, you’re all dismissed.”

Mirabelle said brightly, charming to the very end. Though they looked at each other and hesitated for a moment, Mayumi’s party got up and excused themselves from the student council room without another word, followed by a lone Liam who seemed way too eager to leave.

“Bia, you can leave the rest of the paperwork to me. Thank you for filling in my position until now.”

Bianca paused for a second too, but Mirabelle’s content expression was undecipherable. She made a face that told her she was upset, and promptly left the room after the others without a sound as well.

The door shut loudly behind Bianca, and instantly the room’s tension increased tenfold. The intense atmosphere of the mediation that had just finished moments ago had been dwarfed by this immense change in pressure from two specific individuals in the room: Mirabelle, who no longer wore her diplomatic smile, and Stephen, face still just as harsh but instead of directing it at Donovan, he was aiming it at Mirabelle.

“Now, can we get the real negotiations started, Don, Stephen?”

Upon Mirabelle’s invitation, Ariel duly closed her student council notebook, got up from her seat and shelved it in a filing cabinet at her—the secretary’s—cubicle. She returned quickly to take a seat, not at Mirabelle’s side, but Stephen’s.

“What, is Ariel gonna be involved in this too?”

Donovan, who had taken the role of a bystander now, asked as he shot the student council secretary a sharp glance.

“I’m the one who asked to be involved, so just deal with it.”

“You mean there was no choice for you to not be involved, ain’t that right?”

“If you already knew, then let’s stop wasting time and finish this tedious meeting.”

Ariel was normally not an impatient person, but she did do things at her own pace and adhered strictly to that. And so, she was indignant of things she didn’t find interest in.

“Mirabelle. What do you actually want?”

Stephen glared, almost angry at Mirabelle, ostensibly for wresting him out of Class A and into Class B. While it was a serious matter, it was not what he was actually furious about.

“Come now, Stephen. Is this the kind of attitude I get for helping you out?”

“I admit that your offer is quite good. It has no demerits. However, it’s not a negotiation if the offer in question was something none of us even had a chance to refuse.”

He immediately laid out his dissatisfaction bare. Donovan snickered.

“Is this the first time you’re dealing with this woman? Please tell me it’s not.”

“No, but it doesn’t make it less infuriating.”

So, what Stephen was complaining about was, in the end, a rather trivial matter. Donovan, who was sort of a bystander in this situation, might be smirking, but even he knew how infuriating it was to have a decision forced upon him.

“How about we reconfirm the series of events leading up to today, shall we? A debrief, of sorts. I’ll do the honours, so I’ll be able to fill you in on any info you happen to be missing. After that, I’ll hear complaints from all three of you, and of course, I’ll ask some questions too.”

“But I don’t have any real complaints.”

“Says the slippery slime ball who keeps on complaining to the faculty behind my back. While we’re at despising each other, I am surprised at how the two of you have such a contentious relationship. From the outside, it seemed like the Gilbert faction and the drama department were on quite friendly terms up until this transfer of power.”

Donovan raised his open hands at Mirabelle’s accusations, chuckling lightly and unable to give any rebuttal. Stephen nodded sternly, confirming her charges in certainty.

Mirabelle got up from her seat and started pacing the small open area around the conference table, wearing a rather sullen but determined expression.

“Before the start of this year and after I was elected student council president, we, the original faction leaders, were asked by the faculty to take control of the school. Not in the way that it was done traditionally, but instead to hand control of the school to the faculty. The pan-blue faculty, to be precise.”

It was weird to hear that the underlying implication was that the faculty wasn’t in control of the school, but Korolev Senior was a special place. It was much more influenced by students compared to other schools, and the students jealously guarded the privileges that they otherwise wouldn’t have at other schools.

“To that end, I’ve been working on different avenues to make that a reality. One of which was to oust Gilbert, and naturally, Don would take his place as Marshal.

“Originally, I was going to let the Act of Neutrality brew dissent and see if I can get a misstep out of Gilbert, but he didn’t need to do anything rash himself. Anyone under him would have worked.”

Stephen clicked his tongue, scowling.

“You were bringing Mayumi back here so you could use her and myself as a part of that plan. I’d definitely do something heavy-handed if I was still in charge and saw what she had done.”

“Correct. Mayumi was supposed to be the catalyst to break the PSC’s invulnerability to accountability, but Alice almost became the first sacrifice instead. I underestimated the influence that Kato would have on her. I only exposed her to him so that he could protect her in the future, but alas, that did kind of blow up in my face.

“Because Alice suddenly wanted to join the nomenklatura, she became a convenient target for the faculty to aim at, as Gilbert’s Achilles heel. Since Alice was not budging, Gilbert preempted my plan and sent her away to lay low in Class F in the process.”

Otherwise, what would have happened was that in exchange for not threatening Alice’s expulsion, and thus destroying her bid to join the nomenklatura, Gilbert would be pressured to step down from his position as marshal.

“But he didn’t know about what I was doing with Mayumi at the time. It was unfortunate that she was sent into the same class that Mayumi was to join, temporarily bringing Alice back into the faculty’s crosshairs, but I think that should be resolved by now.”

While Gilbert was removed in record time, he had technically resigned of his own accord. Most of his men, including Stephen, were still in the PSC at the time, so there was a possibility of Gilbert ruling through proxy, and hence danger to the faculty was not yet completely gone. Then, when Mayumi joined Class F and took centrepiece to the political agitation that followed, Alice took it on herself to help Mayumi.

“Alice’s family, the Westgroves, were rather pan-yellow-leaning. Their connection to Ms Romana is a dead giveaway, though the Lafayettes somehow still maintained a neutral rep even with their connections to Master Suvorov.”

Joseph Suvorov was another Heart like Sisi. He was the mysterious old man who arrived at the Westgrove residence that banquet night for a brief moment, revealing his shadow to Sisi, Kato and Alice, and convincing Sisi that what happened that night, he was willing to bear witness to.

“I guess that with their marriage abandoned, they can continue maintaining their claim to neutrality, but I don’t think the pan-blue camp—the faculty—is going to continue to believe that farce. In any case, that’s a side tangent.

“The faculty soon realized that Alice, as a pan-yellow camper seeking to join the nomenklatura, was taking the bid seriously. So, though no longer the blackmail chip against Gilbert, they found another motivation to expel her from Korolev Senior.

“But they can’t touch her if she doesn’t do any more stupid things than she had already. That’s why, with Mayumi’s falling out with the Elites in Class F and the transfer of a number of them to Class B, Mayumi won’t be in a state to continue to carry out the revolt. Without a full-blown revolt, the faculty can’t hand down a full-blown punishment. The faculty won’t have any excuse to get rid of Alice alongside Mayumi.”

Even if Mayumi didn’t choose to try to help Cecilia cheat on her exam and precipitate this incident, the moment that Kato decided to reject Mayumi in the most certain of terms, Mayumi’s time as the burning star of the revolution was over. She literally burned herself out, so to speak, quite like a flash in a pan. No one, not even Mayumi realized it at the time, but Mirabelle saw it right from the beginning.

“Are you sure it’ll end at that? The past week sure didn’t seem like the revolt’ll end.”

“Once the Act of Neutrality passes, without a unifying central figure, all the protests would just fade away in due time. Sure, it’ll permanently polarize the political climate in the school, but this bill was specifically designed to deter, prevent, and punish any revolt, much less a full-blown one. Once reality sinks in for the rabble, they’d have no choice but to abide by the new law, if they want to stay in this school. I originally asked Mona to table it in order to give it some face-value legitimacy and not a blatant grab for power by the faculty.”

It wasn’t as if Mona could refuse an earnest request from the teachers. As her ally—as tenuous as their alliance was—Mirabelle reassured her that following the faculty’s lead for now will buy her time. At the very least, it would mean that the faculty wouldn’t go after Mona right away, as they had done with Gilbert. That was how Gilbert knew that his position was numbered from the very beginning, and felt compelled to do whatever he could to help Alice while he was still Marshal.

“The unrest in the past month or so is already enough to sway enough votes to pass with a majority. Plus, with Stephen taken out of the PSC, one major student organization has returned fully under their control. It was overall quite a successful endeavour, if I do say so myself.”

“The bill will pass? Even with our class opposing it?”

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem now that I’ve returned.”

Ariel sighed anxiously, not realizing she had been holding her breath. As an ally of the Elites, she was owed a proper explanation from Mirabelle, and her eyes bore holes into Mirabelle’s face to express her indignation at Mirabelle’s backroom machinations. Of course, she wasn’t about to explain all of this to the Elites, but it became necessary to participate in these shady political games if she wanted to protect her friends from her own sister, as insane as that sounded.

“That’s about it for Alice. Now, Stephen, for your and Mayumi’s case.”


In the Activity Council room.

The AC’s headquarters were on the far side of the third floor, away from the student council’s and the PSC’s. Unlike the other two dreary offices, the AC’s was one of bright and energetic decor. On the walls were multi-coloured adornments of varying designs, sprinkled with a plentiful number of spectacular photographs of Korolev Senior’s most iconic and glorious historical moments. The cubicles and desks, too, were lined with knick-knacks, toys and all sorts of other trinkets that overflowed the room with a sense of a bubbly, youthful, innocence-filled paradise. If someone said this room belonged to a child of very rich parents, it could really pass off as such at first glance.

The occupants, however, were every bit as tense as those in the student council room. Two boys sat opposite each other at one of the fluffed up desks, and each had a girl standing by behind them.

“Will you be mentioning any of this to Alice?”

“I don’t intend to at this point in time, but circumstances may change in the future. I don’t think it’s a good idea for her to know or do more than what’s necessary. She still has the nomenklatura to join, after all.”

Gilbert asked carefully, but Kato’s reply was just as measured as he was. He was expecting a little bit of impatience from Kato.

“I told her what you told us last time, and that’s the extent of her knowledge. She should be treading carefully on her own, even if the immediate danger to her has passed.”

Kato nodded to Bianca who stood behind him, who had just brought news of the verdict and punishment that Mirabelle had given out. With that knowledge, Gilbert and his fellow Class A classmate, ally and friend, Mona, were able to put the final pieces of the puzzle together.

“But I’m impressed. You were able to dig up this much about Mira’s plans since our last meeting.”

“Well, I owe Mirabelle a fairly big favour. As a part of repaying that debt, I have to at least be told this much to work with in order for me to repay that debt.”

“Then, let’s hear the rest of that story.”

Earlier, after Scarlett had called the Elites over to the student council room, they only waited there for a few moments before Gilbert arrived to invite Kato and Bianca to discuss the matter at hand in private. That was when they decided that Bianca would participate in the dispute mediation as a student council executive, and then join them later with the results.

And not a moment too soon after Gilbert went on his way to the AC room first, the offending parties had arrived with Mirabelle at the helm. They made only process-related, businesslike exchanges before the relevant parties were quickly ushered into the student council room to settle the dispute, with no room for small talk. Kato waited outside for Bianca to come back out, and after she did, they promptly made their way here together.

“When Mirabelle asked Mayumi to come back to Korolev, Mayumi wanted something impossible in exchange: the rehabilitation of her mother, Satsuki Hanamiya. You know that much from Alice, right?”

Kato nodded. He was past being surprised, accepting that Gilbert, for all he disagreed with, was indeed a capable person.

“The problem was that to rehabilitate her, she needed to overturn an old testimony made by my late uncle, Keith de Lafayette. He was supposed to be the next head of the house, but you know what happened. He died, and I became his successor according to his will.

“Mind you, my uncle’s power and influence was second to none in my family. When he willed me to succeed him, there was no way for me or my family to ignore it. Even failure was not an option.”

Now Kato understood a little why Gilbert had such a strong sense of duty and responsibility, a trait completely opposite to Alice.

“The testimony that my uncle made at the time had been made to decisively favour Stephen’s father, Vincent, over Mayumi’s mother, Satsuki, in their dispute. As a result, Satsuki was exiled from Eternia and, considering she hid Mayumi’s future sight from the authorities for so long, was stripped of her nomenklatura status.

“However, with the testimony overturned, the debacle had turned around and completely ruined Vincent’s reputation within his family. Sure, to the outside world, it wasn’t a big deal since what happened had happened far in the past, but no one underneath him with any sense of moral duty would still follow orders from a piece of scum like him. That includes Stephen, and in the ensuing power struggle, Stephen came out on top.”

“How was he able to do that?”

Gilbert shook his head, his face slightly touched with exasperation.

“Vincent is a shameless philanderer who takes the first opportunity he sees without any self-respect, and so, that’s what Stephen gave him. He played the role of the loyal son and negotiated on the wider family’s demands, protecting his father from retribution. In exchange, both sides would accept that Vincent stepped down as head of the family in favour of Stephen.”

“So he turned it all around and got the bag for himself. Well, wasn’t this kind of inconvenient for you? Your uncle was your family head, and his word got overturned.”

“Not within my family, at least. That had no effect on the Lafayettes whatsoever. However, it’s true that he was quite a celebrity, and perhaps even a martyr now. So, it caused quite the uproar outside, and it shook almost everyone in my faction at school here. In fact, it was falling apart, which was why I needed to act sooner rather than later. Imagine, my arranged marriage was broken, and the repercussions from Mirabelle’s meddling in my uncle’s testimony, both struck me at the same time. You’d be quite apprehensive with those coincidences converging, don’t you think?”

“…my condolences and apologies.”

The more Kato saw these events from Gilbert’s perspective, the more he was able to forgive the bad blood between them. He had to admit, he was a bit naïve to think that Gilbert was just an old-school, stubborn, stuck-up villain.

“Anyway, Stephen had just been able to finish off his family’s feud a couple of days ago. All’s well that ends well, I must say.”

“Does Mira owe you one now? She caused quite a stir for you and Stephen.”

“Not quite. On the surface, it does look like she’s made a mess for us, but in reality, it provided Stephen an opportunity of a lifetime. He definitely has the chops for the job, but there was no telling when he could make it as head of the Liguro family. Mirabelle had freely handed him the chance to do so.”

“But what about you? Your faction at school is completely shot. You’re attached to Mona’s faction now, aren’t you? I heard there’s a third faction forming in Class A now.”

“Stephen is a loyal friend of mine. His success is my success, so Mirabelle doesn’t owe me anything. Besides, Class A was a fractured class to start with. It was a convenient time to purge my faction of the untrustworthy and the opportunists. Losing the position of PSC is a blow, yes, but it’s not a position I particularly need in order to do what I want here in this school. In fact, it’s probably very unlikely anyone can find a way to destroy me now, including the faculty.”

“I see. Well, if you say so. Then, how about this: let’s say I take all of what you said at face value. Then, what’s up with your alliance with Mira? Does it have anything to do with the debt you said you owed her?”

“Are you prepared to know, Kato? I didn’t reveal all my cards last time, but now that the gag order is lifted, I want to tell you this, as I think you’re the only person I can rely on to protect Alice—more than Mirabelle ever could. Her position isn’t one to count on, after all.”

Kato was starting to get concerned about the way Gilbert was being dodgy with his answer. Given what he knew of Gilbert’s personality, he had a bad feeling about what he had to say.

“Then, one more question before your big reveal or whatever. Your devotion to Alice is more than just simple infatuation. Can you explain that first?”

“It’s not that complicated. In exchange for getting her to join Korolev Senior, I promised her that I’d use everything in my power to take care of her at this school until her graduation. I know it sounds presumptuous of me to say that, being someone who tried to remove her from Korolev Senior and essentially went back on his word, but she knew what was coming for her after messing around that much, and even ended up deciding to join the nomenklatura, for heaven’s sake. Before, she wanted nothing to do with our family businesses, and that was the assumption I based my actions upon. However, obviously, I was mistaken.”

“…again, my apologies.”

“It’s fine. I accept your apology, now that I’ve had some time to reflect on it. Who I want an apology from is Alice, not you.”

He didn’t make any faces, only matter-of-factly stating his intentions.

“But I don’t like owing debts to anyone. That’s why, even when I broke it once before, I’m trying to make up for it. That’s my horse in the race, so to speak.”

“You’re a bigger man than I thought. Even if I don’t agree with your course of actions, I kind of get where you’re coming from now. I must admit, with the marriage called off and your uncle’s reputation called into question, kicking Alice out of Korolev Senior was probably the only solution available at the time to keep just a lid on things.”

“Indeed. I say I preempted the siege on your class, and technically I did, but at that point I had no choice but to acquiesce to the rebel splinters in my faction, or else I lose the PSC anyway without doing anything on my terms.”

“So, now without your position and authority, you’re handing this responsibility to me, one of your enemies that forced you, albeit unwittingly, into a corner? I’m flattered.”

Kato didn’t mean it sarcastically and Gilbert knew it, but Mona was annoyed all the same, giving him a defiant glare.

“Well, now that I know more about the relationships in your circle of friends, I think my heart’s been vindicated, of sorts. However close the two of you get, it’ll be very unlikely, if ever, it’ll reach the kind of relationship you have with, for example, Mayumi or Bianca.”

Immediately, Kato was reminded of what happened at the equinox festival. It was hard for him to believe it was already nearly two weeks ago.

“Specifically, what you have for Alice won’t ever be what you have or had for those two, right?”

Bianca was instantly paralyzed, with cheeks fully flushed red. She couldn’t interrupt their conversation though, no matter how uneasy and flustered she felt whenever her feelings were laid bare to the boy she was in love with. She had always regretted saying things she didn’t mean, so she made a point to stay silent in such circumstances.

Kato, on the other hand, was not perturbed by Gilbert, continuing to stare intently at him. Instead of getting startled and turning around to check Bianca’s reaction, his face merely twitched unpleasantly, as if he just noticed something of disgust beyond fathoming. Indeed, he was actually thinking mostly of Mayumi at that question, as this conversation was half about her.

“It’s true today. I can’t say anything about the future.”

Bianca reacted with mixed feelings and internally gasped at the possibility Kato left deliberately open. Seeing it written clearly on her face, Mona smirked silently.

“That’s true. I cannot deny that, as much as I have my own reservations about it. Well then, if your question was adequately answered, why don’t I fill in the last piece of the puzzle?”

“Go ahead.”

Gilbert took a deep breath. The girls behind the two also tensed up at the tip of his words—not because they were anxious to know what he was about to say, but were apprehensive about how Kato would react to it. They already knew what Gilbert was about to tell him.

“I was once a student of Master Suvorov, the former Number Eight, Eight of Hearts. I’d like to think I have more than enough talent to become not just a Hearts candidate, but a Heart myself. I haven’t completed my training—I stopped in the middle of junior high, when my uncle passed away and I was slated to become the next head of the family.

“Of course, Eternia wouldn’t normally just allow that to happen. Someone had to fill in for my Hearts candidacy, and you know how difficult it is to find a replacement for such a position. Luckily, at the time there was one other student of Master Suvorov who stepped up and handed me a free pass to leave the selection process. As of yesterday, her candidacy is officially confirmed with her spirit label handed to her.

“That person, to which I owe a huge debt because of this, is none other than our student council president, Mirabelle Jupiter.”

The room turned ice-cold and silent as the penny dropped, each person here frozen for their own reasons. Mona seemed to have eaten something awful but couldn’t make a squeak about it, while Gilbert was unusually tranquil. Bianca was rooted in place due to both fear of Kato’s reaction and shock at the manner in which this news was broken to him.

Kato, for all the turmoil now spinning through his head, should be applauded for remaining stock-still instead of blowing his top off. His eyes were closed shut, facing downwards at the desk with a struggling expression. He had his left arm on the tabletop, and his hand curled into a fist so taut that his knuckles turned white. 

He almost couldn’t believe the truth, but so many things made sense if it was true. And it wasn’t difficult to confirm it on the Eternian side, now that her candidacy was official. However, there was an even easier way to confirm this.

“…Bia, is this true?”

He managed to mutter with a trembling voice. Bianca couldn’t speak a single word in reply to his simple yet terribly oppressive question. She wouldn’t be able to lie here like she had to all those times before. So, her sustained silence was all the confirmation he needed.

18 – The Death of St. Timmy

Fifteen minutes ago.

“Urgh…”

A tired yawn escaped Liam’s mouth as he watched his discontent comrade tinker with the Teller sonograph in front of them. A barrier of textbooks was erected to shield the instrument from sight of the doors as they sat quietly on tall stools around the lab counter. Unfortunately for his comrade, Liam had no intention of aiding him in operating the sonograph.

“…”

And so, Stephen fumed silently as the sonograph began running, spitting out the dot-matrix paper that were the readouts from its probing of the ether.

Actually, they had been on stakeout for the past exam week, making this routine a little tedious for the two of them. Donovan had ordered these two to stakeout on all days of the third-years’ midterms, just in case. Surprisingly, however, Donovan himself was supposed to come in today, having noted this day being the most likely to find evidence of wrongdoing, and yet he was absent. A curiosity for Stephen, who found himself continually sidelined from the day-to-day operations of the PSC. The organization was slowly being taken over by Class C, and with Gilbert ousted, he could only watch as he anticipated this to be his last job with the PSC.

Good riddance, too, he thought. While the Gilbert faction might have lost a lot of ground, they were far from down and out. It was up to him, as Gilbert’s right-hand man, to step up and rein in their faction. Sure, they lost a critical lever of power in the school, but with the manoeuvres he had been seeing behind closed doors, including his own manoeuvres, he couldn’t help but be thankful that events turned out better than he imagined. Equipped with twenty-twenty hindsight, he now considered Gilbert’s ousting as a great opportunity rather than a devastating loss to their faction.

That conniving witch… what does she have planned for this school?

He cursed under his breath as he recalled the mastermind behind the events in the past month, but at the same time all of this was only possible with her interference. If even Gilbert was willing to dance underneath her thumb, then he had got no other choice, either.

There was another development in Class A that concerned him, namely the formation of a third faction from the internal rifts in Mona’s, and then absorbing those who left or purged from Gilbert’s. It was an inevitable effect of the current state of affairs. Continued protests led to doubt and questioning of Gilbert and Mona’s leadership of Class A, while the failed siege of Class F had practically blown Gilbert’s coalition into smithereens. These latest developments behind the scenes had worked in a way that allowed this third faction to finally take hold: the breakdown of Gilbert’s authority.

However, even with Gilbert losing hold of the class, there was still more than enough Class A students who were diehard allies of Gilbert. That was the great reach of Gilbert’s personal charisma. He was a character of integrity, worthy of respect and devotion.

Additionally, Stephen was relieved that he was able to purge suspicious or unreliable personnel from their faction, making it much harder for an attacker in the future to put on needless pressure and defeat them. Furthermore, he, Gilbert, and Mona were seeing much more ominous movements in the abyss behind them, and it probably transcended their own real life responsibilities, too. He had to admit that that fear had cowed them, and the future problems they foresaw were truly greater than what their capabilities could handle. They were confident that they and their inner circles had more than enough abilities to survive; they didn’t make it to Class A just for show. However, it seemed like the sun had truly set on Class A’s supremacy, even if they were originally just pretenders.

“Hey, is it working yet?”

“Yes, you can tell it is because it’s printing shit out.”

“Oh, you’re right.”

It had been a few times already and Liam was still as unenthused in his tasks as the first day. Stephen essentially performed all the work necessary to get the sonograph running properly, whereas Liam floundered about lackadaisically. It even took a mind or two of Stephen’s to get Liam to stack the simple barrier of textbooks, for crying out loud.

After the machine started operating, they would then sit in silence for the remainder of the pre-class morning, with the occasional dimwitted remark from Liam, waiting for the first period bell. Of course, they were in different classrooms on different days, based on which around the Class 3-C homeroom were empty in the morning.

“Don said today’s the day. Is there anything different we oughta do?”

“No, our jobs are the same. Collect the data and hand it to him after we’re done here.”

“I see. Wake me when you need me for something, ‘kay?”

“…”

Not like I’ll need your help for anything, Stephen thought as Liam face-planted on the countertop. In any case, Liam didn’t seem to sleep soundly, yesterday waking up quite often in between to ask useless questions. Stephen wondered what quality Donovan saw in this pathetic man that would make him fit for a stakeout mission like this.

Speaking of Donovan, Stephen really was distracted by the fact that Donovan didn’t show up. He couldn’t make heads or tails of the issue, and it weighed on his psyche like a cloud of metallic dust—a sensation so odd that it sent shivers down his spine. As such, he was well aware that Donovan had the chops to qualify as a leader like Gilbert, and therefore Donovan’s absence on this critical day gave him a terrible premonition about what was to transpire. Stephen knew the extent of his abilities, and his absolute limits were that of being merely a right-hand man to a superior dignitary. His unease was justified. He couldn’t figure it out on his own.

“Dammit…”


At the same time, on the fourth floor.

In a familiar audio-visual studio, the remainder of the Elites of Class F had gathered under a rather sombre atmosphere; instruments were laid out on the carpeted floor, and none of the wannabe musicians heeded any attention to their practice. Instead, they merely idled with apprehension, not unlike awaiting the return of a particularly difficult exam.

“Well, what do we do now?”

Alice was the first to break the cold silence. She sighed as she watched her friends remain utterly distracted by Eon routinely entering and exiting the studio’s foyer as he patrolled the floor. There was no practice to be done today.

“We’ll just wait. In any case, we’re fine as we are for the talent show, right?”

When no one spoke up, Yui was the first to give Alice a soft, apologetic reply. Yui looked on worriedly at the other two men, especially Kato, who sat quietly as they stared off into space. Even the ever-positive Franco, who was sat behind the drum set, was uniquely forlorn.

“I suppose. After our audition was successful, we could go on stage as-is, I guess.”

Alice mused as, like Yui, watched Kato intently. She was, admittedly, almost just as distracted as they were.

“If there is any consolation, Alice, I think you can take it a little easier on yourself from now on.”

Yui walked over to whisper to Alice, who slacked her shoulders in fatigue. It was true. It wasn’t easy to teach almost complete newbies and get them presentable in such a short time span. That in itself was indicative of Alice’s abilities.

“Jeez…”

Alice quietly stormed out of the recording room and into the foyer, grabbing Yui by the hand and pulling her along. The other two didn’t pay any attention to them leaving.

“From what you know of them, do you think it’s even possible for them to recover? Even with our performance?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“What? I mean what I mean.”

It was Yui’s turn to ponder curiously.

“I think it depends on what you mean by ‘recover’. To you, what scenario can be considered ‘recovered’?”

“Well, I just want things to go back to normal, right? What else could I mean? And why do you seem so calm about this—relatively speaking, that is.”

Yui laughed lightly. It was a cute laugh made by a cutie, and Alice didn’t realize Yui had the charm to pull it off until now.

“I’m not their long-time classmate for nothing. While I’ve only observed them from afar until recently, I’m quite aware of the nature of the drama they constantly get themselves into. I don’t think any of the other long-time classmates would think otherwise, either.”

“So, you’re saying this is normal?”

“It’s normal for friends to get into fights with each other, right? Close friends have fights, because that’s how much they care about each other.”

Alice held her tongue for a short while, but before she was able to continue, Yui started again, which a much more severe expression than moments ago. She hadn’t answered Alice’s initial question yet, and while she intended to, she changed the subject into a bizarre direction first.

“I heard you intend to stick yourself back into your family business in order to become a nomenklatura on your own.”

“Not only that, but you heard that from me myself.”

Alice dropped a pinch of sarcasm in her retort, immediately softening Yui’s expression again.

“What concrete steps have you taken so far to achieve that?”

“Huh? What does that have to do with Kato and them?”

“You’ll see the reason later. So, have you done anything about it yet?”

Alice was unconvinced, but her situation wasn’t some secret anyway, so she answered.

“I’ve made some initial moves. I called some old classmates and acquaintances back in Breisgau that I can trust or are useful to me in the future when I join the business. I guess you can say I’m building my power base, so to speak.”

“That’s interesting. It does sound like a good opening move. Then you should understand that feeling.”

Yui sat down on a cushion chair, and Alice followed her lead. She continued.

“We know why Mayumi came back to us, right? That Mirabelle had asked her to come back.”

Where was this going? Alice thought.

“It probably means that there’s some hidden power struggle going on among the power players in our grade, though I think you know of this already. With Mirabelle kicking things off, everything will undoubtedly change.”

“Sure, but I still don’t see the connection to my situation…”

“When you made contact with your old classmates again, that’s a signal of the start of something new, correct? Something that’ll inevitably change the trajectory of your life.”

“Well, of course. That’s what’s gonna happen the moment I choose to become a nomenklatura.”

“In our case, we’re also seeing the start of an inevitable change in the trajectory of the Elites, because they’re making the same kinds of choices that you are.”

“Huh? Are you saying they’re joining the nomenklatura too?”

A stupid question rolled off her tongue in haste, but Yui caught it gently.

“No, not that, but they’re making big decisions relative to the Elites, all right. Not just Mirabelle and Mayumi with their secret agreement, but Caius and Eon too. Eventually, I expect Kato will get roped into this and make a big decision too.”

“What big decisions?”

“Decisions reconsidering their relationship with the Elites, of course.”

“…”

Alice was a little stumped. Yui was talking about this in quite a roundabout way. While it was quite a serious thing to declare, was it that serious to not have it stated from the start?

“Caius is, for certain, making a decision on that. Eon is likely doing the same. Mayumi already made a decision about it, and it stands to reason that Mirabelle and Kato are involved in this, the former being the instigator, and the latter suffering the consequences.”

Alice stiffened at the remarks about Mirabelle and Kato. Certainly, that must have been a given, but having it said aloud was a different matter. Yui took a deep breath, sparing a glance at Kato’s figure through the gigantic glass window of the recording room.

“While Mayumi has likely already decided, I have a feeling that no matter what Kato does here, Caius and Eon will follow Mayumi’s lead. Very likely, there’ll be an irreparable split in the Elites, and we won’t return to the ‘normal’ that you’ve seen so far.”

“What? That’s so… selfish!”

Yui smiled gently at Alice’s justified outburst, who was half in disbelief.

“Remember how I asked you about you joining the nomenklatura? That decision wasn’t a simple one for you, was it?”

“…no, it wasn’t.”

“It’s the same degree of significance here. They’re all going through something similar, again, and it never ended with going back to normal.”

“…”

When Alice seemed to still be unconvinced, Yui continued.

“When you decided to join the nomenklatura and started taking steps towards that goal, you’ll be changing your situation and the situation of the people around you, right? In your future, you’ll eventually be entangled with your old classmates more and more, your relationship with Gilbert was already irreversibly changed, and even your relationship with Mirabelle or the Elites be transformed by second- or third-order effects of those. Maybe with more time spent on building your network, you’d have less time for the Elites, and so on.”

Maybe it was good for Yui to have taken the windy route to this explanation after all, Alice thought, otherwise she would have started shouting by now.

“Okay, I think I get where you’re coming from. Thanks for bearing with me. In that case, are the prospects really that grim?”

Yui smiled again in reciprocation, grateful that Alice realized she was imposing herself a little bit.

“It was the same before.”

“Not this again…”

Alice sighed in exasperation, realizing she was once again, out of the loop. A little stung by the fact that Yui knew much more about the Elites than her, she started again glumly.

“So, which side will you choose? I think it’s easy to guess that the Elites are fracturing into Kato’s and Mayumi’s groups. I’m obviously following Kato, but you…”

“There’s no need to ask. I’ll be following Kato’s lead, of course.”

“Okay. I just thought you might’ve had more history with Mayumi’s group.”

“Everyone in Class F has a history with the Elites. It just so happens that I was more involved with Kato than Mayumi.”

Yui let out a light giggle, thoroughly composed throughout this ordeal. Alice was once again surprised by the different sides her friends possessed. Yui was a lot stronger when it came to emotional adversity, something you couldn’t tell from her outward appearance. Yui seemed to have picked up on Alice’s wondering gaze, and replied gently.

“It’s just a character flaw of mine. If my sense of self-preservation wasn’t this strong, I wouldn’t survive in the ghetto.”

Then, suddenly, the door outside swung open with a slam. That was when they both realized that Eon had not returned for quite a while since he left for another round of hall monitoring. In addition, it was not Eon who had blasted the door open.

“Hey, guys! Do you have a sec? It’s sort of an emergency!”

A slightly strange combination of words spilled from Scarlett’s lips, confounding the two allies of Kato sitting there together, wondering what would qualify as “sort of” an emergency. Nodding to the pair, Scarlett quickly scanned the area for Kato, to which she rushed over to the studio’s door, opened it and shouted into the room.

“Oi! Mira’s back! She’s calling for you guys to come to the student council room!”

All the occupants were momentarily stunned. They did not expect this to happen, and given the current situation, there was little doubt that this absolutely had something to do with Mayumi.


The science lab, “Chem 1”, next to 3-C homeroom.

The door opened slowly and quietly, and while it prompted Stephen’s attention, he did not immediately react. Seeing it was Cecilia who entered, he froze in place, surprised.

Cecilia spotted Stephen just as quickly, and as she was prepped with Mayumi and Eon’s plan in mind, she didn’t need to hesitate. She put a finger over her mouth, motioning to Stephen to continue to remain silent. As she treaded quietly toward him, she motioned for the others still outside to enter the classroom.

When Stephen noticed that Mayumi, Eon and Caius were also stealthily treading into the classroom, quietly shutting the door behind them and then shielding themselves behind the lab counters that circled the classroom, he almost let out a shout. However, he was stopped again in his tracks by Cecilia, continuing to make eye contact with him as she approached.

Stephen wasn’t stupid. While he was quick to resort to physical resolutions to problems, this didn’t seem like a possible selection yet. He held his hand and tongue, waiting for Cecilia to reach him while not waking Liam from his sleep.

Cecilia planted herself on the opposite side from Liam, with Stephen in the middle, so that at least she was out of view for a few moments if Liam were to feel some strange presence and wake up. She motioned for him to put their heads together so that they can whisper to each other.

He had to hear her out. The presence of the other three really only meant one thing, and that Donovan’s prediction had come true.

“Please, save me.”

Cecilia uttered these simple words so tenderly yet so clearly, Stephen was stunned for a second, momentarily not recognizing her voice at all. An understandable response, as they have only ever had acrimonious exchanges. He almost could not believe his ears, but it only took another second to be snapped back to the present. He stared into her eyes, which were soft yet determined. Normally, he had no reason to accept this unbelievably selfish request, but he was not in a normal situation, not attending a normal school, and nor did he have a normal relationship with his cousin.

She seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, and she continued, determination unwavering.

“We’re family, big brother.”

That was all that was needed to spur a response from him. He almost grabbed her by the lapels, but he held himself back so as to not disturb Liam from his sleep.

“Only when it’s convenient for you.”

They weren’t in a position to chitchat idly, but he allowed that one to come out in order to not have his anger manifest physically.

“What’s the plan?”

“They’ll take care of whatever happens in this room. You need to stop Don on the other side of this door—”

She pointed to another door just a few paces away, which led into the neighbouring classroom, which was also another chemistry lab: Chem 2. Many of the classrooms on this floor, the science floor, had interconnected classrooms for obvious safety reasons.

“He has another Teller sonograph running. Take the result papers printed so far, and slide it through the door I’ll hold half-open. I’ll handle it from there.”

“Is force the only way?”

There was no hesitation in his final question, and there weren’t any in her reply either.

“Yes.”

Stephen knew enough to know what this meant. He correctly assumed it was a plan that Mayumi came up with using her future sight. Normally, he would have loathed trusting Mayumi’s judgment, but given the bigger picture now, he was no longer held down by the responsibilities of his position at school or at home. It allowed him more freedom to act according to what he personally wanted to do, which was to mend things with his estranged family—both Cecilia and Mayumi.

Glancing backwards, he noticed the two other boys, Eon and Caius, had surrounded themselves around Liam. There was now no doubt that they were also resorting to force. On another lab counter, not too far away, was Mayumi with goggles, gloves and a surgical mask on, carefully and quietly handling a large glass tray that was specially made for handling liquid chemicals, which was a dead giveaway on Mayumi’s plan of action.

Not even half a minute later, Mayumi somehow was able to prepare the two or so litres of sulphuric acid without incident or waking up Liam, a feat that was incredible on its own. The master key for office equipment they had stolen earlier was able to open the storage cabinet for dangerous chemicals.  Mayumi nodded in their direction, signalling to them that she was ready for the next, most volatile phase of the plan. Stephen turned back to Cecilia, looking for one last confirmation from her. She returned his somewhat intense gaze with a curious one in response.

“We need to talk later.”

“That’s fine.”

Stephen could already pick up a hint of the irritating scent of the sulphuric acid, so there was no time left. Without a second look back, Stephen left swiftly for the nearby door to the neighbouring classroom. He held onto the doorknob silently, giving Cecilia and the other three a chance to mentally prepare themselves for a moment before they acted. The time for action was mere moments away.

Click!

In the silence, the opening of a heavy metal door would definitely catch the attention of all who could hear it, though by itself still might not enough to wake one up from their slumber. However, a couple of other things had to happen at the same time, making quite a bit of noise too, so there was no avoiding waking Liam up.

As if on cue, the moment the door clicked upon opening, Liam stirred from his sleep, groggily raising his head from the countertop. Seeing this happen, Caius immediately grabbed the pile of printed cata-papers from the output bin of the sonograph.

“Urgh—!”

Skreeeeek!

With a grunt, Caius ripped the currently printing sheet from the output roller, and scurried in the direction of Mayumi before Liam realized what was going on.

“Hey—!”

Liam was only reacting reflexively to the unfamiliar sounds, but they were not going to take any chances. At the moment Liam began to come to and take a look at his surroundings, Eon, who was standing directly behind him, kicked the chair out from under Liam as he grabbed at his waist, pulling him off the chair and onto the ground.

Thud!

They both tumbled to the ground in a tangled mess, with Liam landing on top of Eon, though Liam had the more difficult fall since it was completely unexpected for him.

“Hey! What gives—!”

Liam started once more, but Eon had swiftly swapped places and sat on top of him by the time he figured out he had fallen and started flailing his hands. Eon, on the other hand, did not relent or say a word, focusing on keeping Liam’s body and limbs grounded.

In the meantime, Caius had already reached Mayumi and threw the stack of cata-papers into the wide-open tray of sulphuric acid, producing an incessant volume of fumes from the chemical reaction. Caius immediately backed off the moment the paper touched the acid, covering his mouth and nose with his shirt. Mayumi, with proper protective wear, only needed to back off a little bit as she stood on the side of the counter nearer to Cecilia’s position. A short while prior, at the moment when Stephen opened the door, the noisy things Mayumi had to do was to make her way to the front of the classroom to switch on all of the classroom’s fume hoods, including the one above the tray she was using, so that the acidic plumes could be safely, and noisily, ventilated away.

While they were just about tangled on the ground and the first gusts of fumes billowed, Stephen had already held up his part of the bargain. Cecilia held the door half-open for only several seconds before a stack of cata-papers slid into grabbing range, and she wasted no time in snatching it from the ground and moving out right away, leaving the door to close shut by itself with a heavy metallic thunk.

Cecilia dashed across the empty classroom towards the smoking tray, but stopped halfway to toss the stack to Mayumi, who stood in position just convenient enough to catch it. Like a basketball player, she caught the pass gracefully and carried the momentum into the open tray, prompting another wave of toxic fumes to fill the vicinity of the tray.

Because of building codes and regulations, science classrooms always had windows outside for safety purposes. Cecilia and Mayumi both rushed to the glass windows to open them fully, sending in gusts of fresh air into the room as toxic fumes left in the opposite direction.

“Stop this—!”

Without skipping a beat, Caius quickly made his way to a squirming Liam in Eon’s clutches. He grabbed both of Liam’s legs and lifted them off the ground, securing the knees underneath his arms. Eon, ever the master of un-subtlety, slapped Liam across the face so that he could get off of him, turn around and do the same thing with Liam’s arms. He pulled them up and off the ground, and secured them underneath his own arms. They were now carrying Liam in the air by the limbs, and it was certainly disconcerting for the passenger who did not expect this to happen.

“What’s going on? What the fuck is going on?”

It wasn’t only the physical hindrance that the two had brought upon him, but the faint smell of acid in the air spooked him enough to paralyze his thought process and dampen his resistance. The next claim from the boy “above” him only drove home this fear.

“There’s an acid spill! We’re getting you out of here!”

Eon lied with a wide grin on his face. In no time, they took Liam out of the classroom and into the hallway, closing the locked door behind them.

“We’d only need to clean this up, and it’s all good.”

Mayumi muttered as she watched the masses of mould-like carbon form from the acid reacting with the cellulose of the paper. It would take a few more minutes for the paper submerged in acid to eat through all of it and the reaction to come to a stop. They could only watch over this, and watch for any movements at the door to the neighbouring classroom. Meanwhile, Cecilia also got herself into appropriate protective wear.

“Is this all over?”

“If things over there have gone down the way I saw it, then it’s all over. You’ll be safe.”

“I’ll be…”

Cecilia was immediately alerted by the subtle implication in Mayumi’s words. She was as perplexed as she was anxious. Sensing it, Mayumi made her way over to Cecilia and began to explain.

“I might as well tell you what exactly’ll happen afterwards.”


Some moments ago.

Upon opening the door, Stephen immediately scanned the dark, unlit classroom for his target. Stephen knew his mission was a battle against time. The moment he opened the door was when his window of opportunity started counting down.

A little more than several paces away from him, near the centre-front of the classroom, was Donovan seated at a counter, alone operating a Teller sonograph shielded by a wall of textbooks from the hallway door of this classroom. There was no further confirmation needed. There was only a mere split second before Donovan would realize the reason for Stephen’s arrival.

Donovan had not joined Liam and Stephen, nor told them about it, on purpose. He decided that on the day that evidence could most likely be collected, he would operate on his own. That way, Stephen would be half a step behind Donovan if he ever realized what was happening, and to make things difficult for Mayumi if she ever tried to peek into these classrooms. While it was certainly within her capabilities to survey both classrooms, it was rather difficult for her, with the limited manpower at her disposal, to deal with both sonographs at once. If one was brought down, the other—namely Donovan—can escape with the evidence. That was how he imagined it would play out.

So, the sudden arrival of Stephen threw him for a loop. He did not expect him to show up at all, much less in this frantic fashion. He thought he noticed another student behind the door, holding the door open, but couldn’t catch the student’s face in the darkness. All this sudden and mysterious turn of events only led to one logical conclusion, and it was that Mayumi’s future sight had somehow led to this situation.

In the moment that Stephen found Donovan, that spark of that slight understanding glinted in Donovan’s eyes, which Stephen immediately realized and had to give mental credit to. Donovan was no lightweight at all. He wasn’t a potential faction leader for no reason. So, there was only one way forward.

Without another moment’s hesitation, Stephen charged towards Donovan at a frightening speed, deftly using his feet to launch his whole body forward. Suffice to say, Donovan being adroitly seated on a stool was at a disadvantage when it came to responding to this frontal tackle. Because it was the morning, most of the stools were still neatly lined up at the back of the classroom, giving Stephen a clear runway to his target.

“…urk!”

Shoulder and body connected, sending Donovan several feet off and away from the stool and onto the ground. There was no way for Donovan to counter that tackle, nor the follow-up kick in the abdomen that sent him into the base of a counter a little farther away. Stephen had splendidly rendered Donovan immobile for several seconds, which was just the window he needed to grab the output from the still-running sonograph, run towards the door held open by Cecilia, and toss it back into the other classroom. The door swung shut after the cata-papers disappeared behind it, and Stephen breathed a sigh of relief. Primary mission accomplished.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Stephen was immediately met with a chokehold from behind as Donovan hissed into his ear. Of course, Donovan wasn’t going to let this go lying down. Stephen had to manage the aftermath of this gamble, and perhaps surprisingly, it was not something he would object to. In fact, a grin formed on his face despite the pressure on his neck closing in.

“I thought I’d get something useful out of my last day in the PSC, that’s all.”

“You really do have the guts, huh? Well, unfortunately, there’s nothing else left I can do at this point, so let’s have at it, shall we?”

Donovan growled with such an emotionless voice that you could not believe it, given his public persona. Stephen, however, was not perturbed. From what Donovan said, it was safe for Stephen to assume that he knew exactly what Mayumi was going to do, and now that Stephen had succeeded in removing the evidence, Donovan had lost on that front. So, why not have an honest brawl here and now—was what Donovan was suggesting.

No, not merely suggesting: they were in the midst of it already. The act of brawling in a science classroom filled with dangerous chemicals and expensive equipment would definitely not go over well with the school’s authorities, but Stephen had been the one to throw the first punch. In almost any scenario, the majority of the blame, and therefore punishment, would go to Stephen.

That was exactly why Stephen felt it was good to go through with this fight. It was a done deal, so why not see it through using his fists, like how he resolved most of his problems? As long as neither student went out of their way to rip off the opponent’s cleanse tags, which were actually quite difficult to undo and take off even at rest, punishment, physical or from the school, would not be severe.

As an aside, recently, the school had begun redistribution of plastic fasteners, the same types of fasteners you would use tying up large parcels or packages. They were like mini-belts, pulling on one end to tighten the plastic ring around the wrist with the cleanse tag underneath. Many students had snatched up these fasteners to keep their cleanse tags securely on-person, and were especially useful for those in the PSC, who would expect to get into fights on occasion. There was virtually no chance for an opponent to aim to remove the cleanse tag in a brawl.

 “Don’t—mind—if—I—do!”

To break his chokehold, Stephen stepped backwards and knocked Donovan’s feet from under him, sending them both to the ground. Without support, Donovan’s arm momentarily relaxed, and allowed Stephen to extricate himself and roll away to a safe distance. They both recovered on their feet quickly, glaring menacingly as they circled each other.

“Do you really wanna throw down?”

There’s nothing in it for you, was what was in Stephen’s eyes.

“Now that it’s got to this point, I’m not gonna pass up a chance to call everything I do here in self-defence.”

Donovan expertly evaded his underlying implication. Whatever his motivation, he wouldn’t spell it out so easily.

Then, without warning, Donovan stepped forward and thrust his right arm towards Stephen’s eyes, fingers stiff and straight ahead. Not only did it obscure Stephen’s vision as it approached, but if any part of Donovan’s strike actually landed, the fight would end right then and there, and probably with lasting damage and complications to his eyes for the rest of his life, even with the protection of a cleanse tag.

That was when Stephen realized he was not having a merely street brawl. Sure, there were no rules in a street brawl, so unsavoury tactics like this one was completely acceptable, but in almost every instance, no one was trained specifically to make such moves. However, Donovan’s were most definitely not ones picked up from the mere experience of street fighting. It felt like the lethal intent and underhandedness from his opponent were a level deeper than run-of-the-mill street fights.

Stephen instantly pulled backwards. A thrust like that had limited range and difficult to follow up on if it missed, so as long as he was able to dodge the thrust, he had time to recover. Reconsidering his tactics in this moment, Stephen moved to the offensive by crouching slightly and bringing his arms and fists up shielding his face, and charged forward at the Donovan.

Donovan, in response, turned to face him with his left shoulder just in time to soften the force of the charge, and then made a swift hook with the opposing arm, swerving around the guard Stephen formed with his arms. The hook connected with the neck, sending Stephen tumbling to one side. However, since Donovan didn’t commit to fully blocking the charge, the momentum of it and his swing sent him in the opposite direction, again creating space between the two.

They got up and circled each other again, as if the first clash had no effect. This time, Stephen stepped forward first, and this time, he connected a very brutal uppercut by intentionally taking a pummel to the left shoulder, and the breath had been momentarily taken out of Donovan. As he was immobilized for a split second, Stephen sent him flying with a swinging kick, sending him over the counter and falling to the floor like a ragdoll.

However quickly Stephen made it around the counter to get to Donovan, he would probably be met with a surprise attack, so he backed off slightly and waited for Donovan to get up. Sure enough, it only took a few seconds for him to reappear from behind the counter. The circling continued.

It was Donovan’s turn again to attack first, and this time, he took large, almost exaggerated swings with his arms. He steadily forced Stephen backwards until he was almost backed into a counter behind him, and then he suddenly changed his swings into thrusts, prompting Stephen to instinctively block the jabs. The moment Stephen brought up his arms as guards again, Donovan charged with his body into the defence and sent Stephen falling over to the other side of the counter.

Donovan continued on the offensive, nimbly jumping on top of the counter to follow after him. As Stephen tried to get up from the fall, Donovan dived forward with his knee aiming for the head, allowing gravity to provide the necessary pain to the strike.

“AAAAUGH—!”

The knee struck Stephen’s head at full force, sending him to the ground once more in excruciating pain. An exposed head smashing on ceramic floor tiles was by no means light damage. With Stephen on the ground, awareness temporarily paralyzed by the pain, and Donovan on top of him, the fight was essentially over. Stephen had lost.

“I’m a little, disappointed, Stephen. Is this all, you can muster?”

Donovan was not going to let up. As he held his body down with his weight, he repeatedly sent punches into Stephen’s face, almost rhythmically between his breaths, to keep him down.

“Where’s your, pathetic defiance, now, huh? Where, is it?”

Donovan sneered, blows unrelenting. Stephen’s face was bruised and bleeding all over, his nose broken, and his eyes losing its focus. He was no longer in a state to fight anymore, but the beating continued for an additional, very cruel, half a minute. The cleanse tag would protect him from any real, lasting damage, but not everything in this moment. The pain was real, and blood flowed from his nose and mouth.

“C’mon now. Talk, boy.”

Donovan got off and crouched beside him, hoisting Stephen’s head by his hair. Stephen heaved heavy breaths and was slowly losing consciousness. There was no more meaningful resistance he could put up.

“Go… eat… shit.”

Donovan threw the limping head to the ground, clearly dissatisfied with the turn of events even though he had soundly won the fight against Stephen. The impact sent another shockwave of pain through Stephen’s head, but through sheer willpower he somehow retained consciousness.

“You’re a real piece of work, huh? You decided to turn against me at the most crucial moment.”

“It’s not like you didn’t expect it, did you? Not with how things outside school had played out.”

“I must admit, she moved much faster than I had thought. I lost this time.”

“You should’ve never included me in this stakeout mission.”

“It was necessary to sniff out your priorities. On that front, I’ve gained valuable information, at the very least.”

“You think you can get away with this mess?”

“If you think about it, from my perspective, this isn’t a mess, really.”

Their exchange was put to a close as the hallway door opened, revealing Eon, Caius and Liam at its opening.

“This is as far as this goes!”

Caius shouted into the room as Eon flipped the lights on, illuminating the scene of the crime. Liam stood by dumbfounded, clearly having no idea what had happened. Donovan stood up to reveal his own bruised face and a bloodied right hand.

“It sure is, Madam President.”

Though Caius had been the one to speak up, Donovan saw a fourth figure standing behind him, and knew it was her to respond to.

“Why, you’re quite obedient today, Don. What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing. It’s always been the same old me. So, what brings you here today?”

“To clean up this mess you made, of course.”

“My colleague here was saying the same thing about this being a mess, but sadly, I have no idea what you guys are talking about.”

“Then, do you think I should just let this all go?”

“Of course not. I’ll come with you, to file a complaint. I’m the one who should be calling this a mess.”

“As I thought.”

Eon and Caius rushed to Stephen’s side, quickly assessing the injuries he had taken. It was quite extensive on the face, but otherwise the rest of his body was still very much healthy. Without any words, they expertly picked Stephen up by the armpits and helped him limp his way out the classroom, and headed towards the infirmary on the first floor. The two others watched them go just as silently, and it wasn’t until they left for a short while and Donovan shooed Liam away that they resumed conversation.

“They seem to know exactly what the sequence of events is. They didn’t need any kind of verbal communication.”

“Maybe they just have really good synergy. I would know.”

Donovan scowled. There was no way they’d come out and confess that they used Mayumi’s future sight to see everything that happened up until this point.

“Shut up. Don’t give me that crap.”

“But I’m really not. Me being here’s also just a coincidence.”

Donovan ignored her, patted himself down and fixed himself up. Once his collars were back in spiff order, he made his way to the door as well. He was surprisingly calm for how much emotion he was showing just mere moments ago.

“Whatever you say. After you, Madam President.”

Mirabelle aimed an unreadable smile at Donovan, who promptly ignored that as well.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

17 – The Working Class Hero

0700. Behind Korolev Senior.

Although there was only one open entrance to the grounds of Korolev Senior on a normal day, the school building itself had many entrances besides the great front steps. There weren’t that many nooks and corners, but shrubbery was plenty and this was where they gathered one by one, trickling onto the school grounds independently to dissuade the attention of any casual observers.

The two boys yawned, however, in contrast to the two girls on high alert. They were about to commit a petty crime, after all—at least in the eyes of the school. Cecilia constantly wondered what kind of disciplinary action the school would make in response, as this was more than just mere tardiness. Terrifyingly, the others gave it little thought.

“Do you really wanna come with us? We can do it on our own, Celia.”

“No, no, no. This is something that’s being done for me. I have to take responsibility for that.”

“That’s what I’m saying! There’s less chance of discovery and a better fake alibi if you weren’t here!”

“We went over this already, Mayumi. It’s not a secret that we’re all friends with Celia here, especially not to Class C, so it doesn’t matter if she’s here or not.”

“Ugh…”

Caius interjected to silence the objecting Mayumi, tucking in his knapsack close to him as they crouched in a circle among the cramped bushes. The fresh morning air stung his nose and was itching to get inside as quickly as possible, but there were a few more pieces to the plan to put in place before they could enter.

While school opened at six-thirty every day to invite morning-going students to come and prepare for class or to attend extracurriculars, not all classrooms were accessible from the get-go. Though there were no limits to accessibility technically speaking, in practice they were limited to whoever had the keys arrived and unlocked the classroom first. If you had a homeroom teacher who consistently arrived at school just before the bell, then tough luck—you wouldn’t be able to use your homeroom for any of your morning routines.

For extracurriculars, generally the responsible teacher would make a commitment to arrive first and unlock all the necessary rooms, but oftentimes these efforts could be delegated to a trusted student. Kato was doing exactly that for the third music room for a few weeks, and the Elites themselves were in their fourth floor mini-studio since.

They held five keys in total: one for Class 3-F homeroom, one for their fourth floor studio, one for access to the rooftop, one general master key for the regular classrooms, and one master key for office equipment and electronics. One of them was not necessary as the other Elites were likely almost there on the fourth floor to start their daily routine, but the others were necessary to secure their insurance.

“In essence, all we need is Mayumi to be near Class 3-C’s classroom, probably best from the girls’ washroom across from it, and start using her future sight to write down answers into her notebook. To make sure we avoid being suspected and discovered, we have to prepare for certain contingencies.”

Caius tossed each of them a walkie-talkie—the same set of electronics from when they used it to crush Class 3-F’s Ethan Henderson and his extortion streak against Yui. Caius’ father was a reservist and had a whole platoon’s worth of personal squad equipment; since they lived in a detached house, there was enough space to reliably store them.

“The ultimate evidence against us is a positive readout from a Teller sonograph. We have to ensure that no such machines are running, however unlikely they are to be running at this time of the day. In any case, the discretionary use of self-originating alchemy is prohibited on school grounds, and future sight is in such a category, so on top of using it to cheat on an exam, we’d better cover our tracks completely.”

On a side note, because there was no realistic way to prevent Mayumi from using her future sight besides sealing her in a closed off white room with a Teller sonograph equipped with an exorbitant amount of cata-papers, schools had to implement rules around Mayumi instead. Usually, that meant Mayumi always had her own set of exams to write, different from her peers, and a Teller sonograph running for the duration of the examination.

“Mayumi will go in first through a back door and lay in wait in the said washroom. The point is to not have any witnesses or evidence of you being here at all.”

He motioned to Eon’s guitar case on the grass turf.

“Then, I’ll go in through a different back door to start work on the third floor immediately. It’s a lot more work, after all. Eon will then enter from the front and sit on the fourth floor, as if you’re going in for practice as usual. You’ll put this away in the studio, but instead of practicing with the Elites, you’ll be patrolling the fourth floor.

“Finally, Celia will enter from the back through another different door and begin patrolling the second floor. Neither I nor Celia has as solid an alibi as Eon’s to loiter on these floors, so we likely can only make limited patrols. If Celia was going to patrol the third floor, she could use the library as an alibi, but the third floor is exactly where she should not be when Mayumi does the deed, so that can’t be helped. We’ll just have to be careful. I can stick to my homeroom, and Celia can stick to the second floor washrooms.”

A Teller sonograph’s detection range varies from device to device, but most desktop versions can only measure laterally in a fifty feet radius, like a circular disc, with the depth limited to about seven to nine feet. At first glance, it might seem like only patrolling the third floor was needed, but the detection area’s disc could be oriented onto another axis, meaning the classrooms directly above and below could also house Teller sonographs. Technically, larger sonographs had larger, different detection ranges, but they could only form contingencies for the portable versions. If the enemy had larger sonographs, which was very unlikely for a mere secondary school institution, then hats off to them.

“The three of us will perform a first sweep of the floors around the area of Celia’s homeroom, double check, and report if any classrooms in the vicinity have anyone in them operating a Teller sonograph.”

There was a problem, and that was if the would-be snoopers locked themselves inside a classroom. They had already pilfered a general master key from the student council’s office, but there was only one of it, so it could only follow one person. Plus, if there really was an ongoing stakeout, they would immediately alert each other the moment they unlocked the door. While they could call off the exam-cheating, they would have another problem to deal with: to explain why they were there and have stolen a master key. So, even with a master key, using it came with its own headaches. Honestly, there were many, many things that could go wrong.

“If no one’s seen us, then we continue patrolling. However, if anyone did see us, those of us who were seen would have to retreat to their base and wait a few minutes before setting off to patrol again. It’ll be way too suspicious for us to be out in the hallways for too long, continuously peeking into classrooms like stalkers.”

This was more for Cecilia and Caius himself, as they were patrolling the second and third floors. The fourth was supposed to be mostly vacant.

“Mayumi will normally take a few minutes to copy down a question and a skeleton answer to it, so for a good chunk of the exam, she’ll need about ten to fifteen minutes of time. By seven-thirty, we’ll be done with it, and for another thirty minutes, we’ll have to continue to patrol before the affected mana fields dissipate into the ether, though technically we can relax as soon as she’s done. It’s more for insurance than anything else.”

The residual fields would linger for a while, but by themselves they were way harder to trace to Mayumi’s future sight. They were like footprints, but had been thoroughly washed out any details of the outsoles. For this, they already had the perfect alibi.

“So, are we clear with the plan?”

Mayumi, Eon and Cecilia stared back intently and nodded in unison. They spent the last week scouting out the area and preparing this operation, so they were as anxious as they were determined to see this through. Caius nodded in return.

“Let’s go.”


As they had planned, Eon had walked through the front doors just as he did on any day, made a detour to his locker to put down his schoolwork, and headed to the fourth floor with his guitar case. The other Elites weren’t there yet, but they would be shortly.

While Eon stalked the floor and peered into each of the dark and empty classrooms, he pondered for a moment whether their plan was going to succeed. According to Mayumi, this was mere child’s play for her back in Regia Miriam, but there was a reason why this was the Eternian school. Thankfully, Eon was in a position to salvage any impossible situation that could come up, but it would be at an immense cost to Eon, so he was adamant that they prepared as much as possible.

Each swinging metal door had long, vertical rectangular glass windows on the doorknob’s side, while sliding doors had standard square windows situated in the centre at eyes height. Each classroom had at least two doors, and most, if not the whole of the classroom was supposed to be viewable from these doors’ windows, as classrooms were purposefully engineered to do so as a preventative measure against accidents or suspicious acts. Students were not allowed to obscure these windows, real accidents could be discovered quicker, and students had less uncovered corners of the school to do stupid things.

Lights on or off, they would be able to see anyone using a portable Teller sonograph as the school’s were motorized and not battery-powered, meaning they absolutely needed to be plugged into a socket, and a regular classroom had a limited number of sockets for obvious reasons. And while the sonograph itself was typewriter-sized, small enough to be partially concealed with effort, it consumed too many sheets of cata-paper to not be noticeable. It would print out rolls upon rolls of dot-matrix cata-paper, at around twelve sheets per minute of operation. In other words, it was supposed to be quite a conspicuous operation.

It wasn’t a surefire guarantee they could see it operating, and anyone on an intentional stakeout who gave some thought ahead could take appropriate countermeasures, but it was the best they could do on their own. They were in fact more worried about someone using the device in a science room by coincidence rather than a deep-state conspiracy against Mayumi.

“The coast is clear on the fourth floor.”

Meanwhile on the second floor, Cecilia did the same to the area beneath her homeroom, which consisted of a few other second-year classes and classrooms belonging to the humanities department. There were also a few club rooms to peek into, which on the surface seem like better stakeout locations, but actually these smaller rooms had even less sockets available. The best stakeout locations were probably the janitors’ storage rooms, but those were places even the student council didn’t have the keys to, so unless the school had a direct hand in such a sting operation, or their enemies in fact stole them from the faculty, they needn’t worry about these rooms.

“The second floor should be clear.”

Caius made a sweep of the third floor, but for a much wider number of classrooms than what was required from the second or fourth floors. He took the liberty of using the general master key to quickly verify the regular classrooms without lights on. If worse comes to worst, he and Eon would have to lean on Ariel’s grace to worm out of any sticky situation.

“The third floor is clear.”

However, by the time he finished one cycle, there was already a trickle of students filtering into the school. People came in the morning for various reasons, and since the library was on the third floor, it definitely was a legitimate destination for these early-risers. Caius would have used it as his hideout if his own classroom wasn’t closer to the epicentre of the crime.

As Caius retreated to his classroom, he spotted Kato and his household across the atrium’s opening climb up the spiral staircase. He paused for only a second, but he continued to stride for his classroom. His task at hand was to do almost the same sweep of this area five minutes later, after which any student who could have seen him on the first round, should have made it to their destinations.

However, he couldn’t help but feel a little lonely, even jealous, that the other Elites were continuing with their music practice and putting a show on their own. He wanted to participate in it just as much as the rest of them, but at the same time he couldn’t find it in him to face Kato again, or to reconsider his allegiance to Mayumi. He knew that his feelings would never be reciprocated, yet he felt compelled to forge down this fruitless path at the expense of everything else—including his most loyal friend.

Ah, I’m still madly in love with her, he admitted to himself. The rational part of his brain told him to let go of the past, but alas, every time Mayumi’s face surfaced in his mind, his heart twisted once more and was again convinced against it. As he sat down in his usual seat in his empty homeroom, he wondered if he would ever break free from this curse.

“I’ll be starting now.”

Mayumi began using her eye, warping her consciousness into the familiar low-resolution tunnel vision of her future sight. Although looking more than a minute into the future required immense concentration and skill, she was more than practiced to do it—not easily, though, as the recoiling fatigue would show. Even if it was an ability she could only use sparingly, she still was not a notorious cheater back in Regia Miriam for nothing, using her future sight to both cheat on tests and crush her enemies within the school.

While self-originating alchemy was forbidden in any school, it worked analogous to a prohibition; if you could get away with it, you did. Alchemy was forbidden to prevent students from blowing up the school, but her future sight didn’t have any physical effects, so without a Teller sonograph, it was impossible to levy any accusation against her. The only difference in Korolev Senior was that it was a little more likely to be spotted.

She dove a few hours into the future, a formidable feat by any metric, and waded into the nearby 3-C homeroom to check the class writing its exam. As if she was the all-seeing game master floating a pair of invisible eyes above the class, she could see clearly the questions and answers on the exam of every student. Like a videocassette, she fast-forwarded to near the end of the period and paused, where she could peek at everyone’s near-complete exams.

It was a simple operation. Mayumi would pick out a question, survey the class for their answers, and pick out both the question and the most common answer among them. In most cases, having knowing the question in advance was already a massive advantage, but having the most common answer also had its merits as a way of deciphering what kind of answer was expected.

However, as hard as she might try, using her power for something so specific was very difficult. Though her visions were much clearer than an average person’s dreams, the cognitive latency and forgetfulness effects were roughly equivalent to awakenings from dreams during the final phase of REM sleep. While it was easy to accurately recall select conversations or eye-catching scenery, it was hard to recall things that normally required calm and concentration—like the details of a written examination. Dreams were a sea of turbulence in one’s mind, after all.

“…”

For good or for ill, though, Mayumi practiced this for years. To account for the inevitable forgetfulness effects of waking up from a dream, she would usually memorize one sentence at a time, return to reality to write it down, and dive back into her future sight to the same location in space and time to read off the next sentence. Since each of her forages to the future were instantaneous to the outside world, she could be seen writing answers in her notebook continuously, but Mayumi’s consciousness would experience close to an hour of dream time in order to copy down a few questions. It was like clockwork.

But of course, it took a toll on her person to dive back and forth continuously like that, and for that far into the future. It didn’t get any easier as she got older, and experience could only extend her resistances to the backlash fatigue so far. It was still much better than when her eye was destructive and incomplete, but it didn’t mean it was sunshine and rainbows now. Her hands trembled and sweat flowed out profusely. The migraine you would usually get from sleeping in for too long was hitting her like a truck, threatening to break the concentration required to dive again and again three-and-something hours into the future.

A few minutes later, as Mayumi was writing down a draft answer for the first question, both Caius and Cecilia got out of their hideouts to patrol the halls again. Caius would take much more time to do a once-over, so their sweep timings would be out of sync after this. Eon remained on the balcony of the fourth floor, ever vigilant of randoms in the wrong places at the wrong time.

“Still, nothing’s here on the second floor.”

Peeking into the fifth dark and locked classroom, Caius was about to leave for the next one until suddenly, the lights turned on and revealed more clearly the science lab it hosted. More importantly, though, two familiar students were visible in the lab, and Caius was instantly doused in cold sweat. This was exactly what they had feared.

One of them returned to the other—presumably from turning on the lights—who was busy with something behind a stack of textbooks on one of the lab counters. Each countertop had sockets and sinks, and by the looks of the occupied socket the other man was operating motorized equipment.

“Everyone, this is code orange. Emergency. Stop what you’re doing and come to the third floor, now.”

Caius murmured into his walkie-talkie, though clearly frantic from the shaking in his voice. If this was a false alert, then getting Mayumi to come over to confirm that wouldn’t cost them anything but a couple of minutes; she would use her future sight to peek into the classroom and try to infer what they were doing. If it was truly a conspiracy against them came true, then they would’ve already captured enough evidence already, and any more mana field disturbances wouldn’t matter.

“What is it?”

Impressively, in under fifteen seconds, Mayumi had bolted from the washroom stall, sprinted to where Caius was and hissed into his ear. She was obviously irritated by the dizziness from using her future sight. He pointed to the door’s rectangular window.

“Look. It’s Liam and Stephen behind that stack of textbooks, operating some kind of machine. It’s gotta be it.”

She didn’t like a single word coming out of his mouth. Mayumi immediately smudged her face to the window to try and peek into the science lab, and at the same time use her future sight to peer further into it; into areas out of sight of normal eyes. It really was like a cheat. In no time, she peeled away to face Caius in sweat and terror.

“They’re operating a Teller sonograph.”

So their fear had come to pass. At the same time, Eon and Cecilia arrived together by coincidence, both catching their breaths.

“It’s code red. The operators are Liam and Stephen.”

Caius explained curtly as they huddled close together, still whispering in hushed tones even though there was literally nobody else around. Cecilia hung her head in despair as she was already overwhelmed thinking of what could happen to Mayumi for cheating. Eon’s face was etched in stone, clearly perturbed by the worst-case scenario unfolding in front of them.

“What do we do now?”

Mayumi asked the other three, but none had a good answer to say aloud. It wasn’t that they hadn’t planned for this, but their available courses of action from here on out were rather limited and costly. There was only one real way to move forward at this point. Eon nodded at Mayumi, to which she also nodded solemnly.

“We’re going with a raid, obviously. Are you all ready?”

The other two nodded, though Cecilia’s eyes widened in horror. They were about to do things that would normally get them suspended, but because this school was run by students, there was always an avenue around the norm. It was just a matter of hitting the mark, and they were about to gamble on it—just like with everything else they did.

“Eon, let’s go.”

“Yes, let’s.”

Eon stripped away his glasses to reveal his rainbow-coloured eyes and initiated his own future sight as Mayumi did the same.

It was their trump card. Compared to Mayumi’s, Eon’s clairvoyance was so much more powerful that it would overwhelm Mayumi’s on the Teller sonograph, not unlike radio interference. Now, they just needed to make sure that any measurements from before Eon used his clairvoyance, were removed and shredded.

Unlike Mayumi’s clairvoyance, however, from the start Eon’s abilities were whole and complete. It was not destructive on his body, it didn’t create long-term health complications, and it could truly be activated at will. The reason he wore polarized glasses was for tuning down the ultra-sharpness in image quality that his clairvoyant eyes gave, and to filter out the vibrant visualization of the sixth sense—the mana fields of the ether. In a sense, his natural vision was essentially the holy grail of Teller sonographs.

However, he still suffers from the backlash of using his abilities, similar to how Mayumi becomes fatigued, but many times worse because his powers were simply too potent. It was not uncommon for him to be bedridden after using his powers.

He did not enter visions through dreamlike trances. The accuracy and quality of his future sight were many times greater than Mayumi’s, and there were no side effects upon returning from the trance. In fact, it was no different from watching a television programme, complete with freely manoeuvrable three-dimensional vantage points and timeline controls.

While Eon was also forbidden from using future sight on school grounds, because of the sorry state he would get himself into for using it in any significant capacity, the most he would get from the school was a light reprimand. Compared to Mayumi, who had a very sketchy academic record that was rather thoroughly documented, he could take a few hits before the authorities realized what was going on, they concluded together.

Quite importantly, Eon’s powers could see beyond the event horizon. This meant that observable events dependent on random chance, such as revealing cards from a randomly shuffled deck, was something Eon could see straight through, unlike with Mayumi. It was a game-breaking power, though causality was usually preserved by knocking him out unconscious depending on how much he saw and how much knowledge he gained; the greater the deviation was from the predetermined arrows of time, the longer he would remain comatose.

Luckily, he needed not to look beyond the event horizon this time around. There were only a few predetermined future paths to take, and Eon needed to peek into the consequences of the decisions they were about to make—and Mayumi was doing the same.

They considered having Mayumi to arrive even earlier to scout out the entire place using her future sight, but doing so for each and every room for at least an hour and a half into the future was just too much for her to handle. Just inspecting the few neighbouring classrooms were enough, they thought, before Mayumi would be too tired out from carrying out the actual deed.

Only a second later, they both returned from their dream worlds drenched in sweat. They stared at each other as they panted exhaustedly at using their powers, and when they noticed each other glancing at Cecilia at the same time, mutual understanding flashed across their eyes. Eon’s consciousness was struggling already, and he had a few minutes left before he would collapse from the backlash. They both saw only one path forward that would favour them, and they quickly approached Cecilia together.

“…is something wrong?”

She questioned hesitantly as the two of them loomed over her; figuratively since Mayumi was much shorter than Cecilia. They both nodded at her, and Mayumi put a hand on her shoulder.

“We’ll take care of all the rest. For you, we need you to do just one thing, and only you can do it. Don’t worry, it’ll work out, okay? We saw it already, so you just have to do it.”

After a minute of whispers, Cecilia recoiled at Mayumi’s explanation of her mission, but it made complete sense. It was the best and only way out of what they got themselves into. She didn’t realize what Stephen meant by the consequences of hitching onto the Mayumi wagon, but she did now, and curiously she found that she had no regrets doing so. Cynically, at the end of any trials, really only Mayumi would be punished for pulling a stunt like this, so Cecilia was comfortable to be merely an accessory to Mayumi’s Armageddon; though she worried deeply about how it would manifest. It also called into question why she agreed to do this in the first place, but it was too late to muse about that. For the first time in a long time, she felt alive off the theatre stage, as if she was finally the star of her own story.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

16 – Somewhere Now

Private vehicles were not very common in Livia. Not only were there not enough space at individual homes to park, but the roads and infrastructure themselves were tiny and in tight demand. Bussing, taxiing, subway or light rail were the prevalent modes of transportation for the average citizen.

Mayumi and Cecilia were glued together standing in a crowded bus, one hand on a hanging handle above, the other hand around the other’s waist. The air smelled of gasoline and sweat, and their duffel bags hung in front of them to ward off pickpockets. The weather was not yet cold enough to turn on any space heating, nor would a packed bus have a need to in the first place. Some of the windows were even open.

“Hey, Celia, are you all right now?”

“Yeah, just about.”

Mayumi gently patted her on the back. It was way after rehearsals finished and school had closed, and because of that, they were on their way back to their district—Prince Edward—to grab dinner together. While Cecilia would get an earful from her father once she returned home, it wasn’t a problem if Mayumi showed up. For some reason, her father disdained interacting with her friends and classmates, and he generally left her to her own devices anyway.

“Anne was really troublesome, wasn’t she? She really needs to keep a lid on her anger. She’ll lose all of her eyebrows young at this rate.”

“That’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“She slapped you at the end! It’s like she thinks she’s hot shit and can get away with going overboard, but in the end she’s just jealous of you. You’re Donovan’s favourite, not Anne.”

Cecilia gave a helpless smile, knowing Mayumi was ranting to make her feel good, though that remark about Donovan didn’t help.

“And don’t get me started on Liam. He literally just wants an excuse to not do the work he’s responsible for. He’s a real scumbag.”

They got off the bus at the same stop in the middle of Prince Edward district. Needless to say, there were too many people and too many high-rises in a sea of brick, mortar, glass and steel. Restaurants of all kinds lined the street-sides, and they reached for their usual go-to as they passed through the gap in the metal barrier between the road and the sidewalk.

The restaurant was by no means high-end, but it wasn’t pitifully low-end either. Customers had their own booths, and it wasn’t as busy as other establishments; perfect for people on the go like these two. They could get their business done within half an hour. It served the usual Yue style cuisine so ubiquitous in Livia and neighbouring Lien, but terrifyingly scarce just beyond the city limits.

“Pork chops in corn sauce with spaghetti, cold lemon tea, no sugar.”

“Minced meat in tomato sauce with fried rice, hot honey lemon.”

Frighteningly, Mayumi always picked corn sauce to go with pork chops when there were more suitable options like gravy and black pepper. Corn sauce usually went with deep-fried fish fillet.

“What’s wrong, Celia? You’re still feelin’ down about Liam and Anne?”

“No, no, no. It’s not about them, really…”

“So you’re still feeling down about something, huh?”

“Ugh…”

It was hard to avoid a person as perceptive and as cheating as Mayumi, with her personality and clairvoyance respectively. Fortunately, Cecilia didn’t take it as a demerit, and in fact it made it more convenient than a nuisance—though it was likely only because Mayumi wanted to genuinely be friends with Cecilia, and would only push her buttons at the appropriate times. If it wasn’t the case, she would have felt an immense and overbearing pressure from the all-seeing eye.

“How are you able to recover from that so…brilliantly?”

“Recover?”

“Not just that. For you to be able to take action in the first place is super impressive already.”

“Take action?”

Mayumi gave her a questioning look as Cecilia asked quietly, inaudible in the noisy restaurant if they weren’t seated in their own booth. Cecilia rested her chin in her hands with her elbows on the table as she lost herself in Mayumi’s curious expression and her own thoughts.

“Well, y’know, for you to come back after seven years solely to confess to a love you’ve held for just as long, you don’t seem as devastated as I imagined. If I was in your position, I would’ve holed up somewhere for a few weeks before being able to see anyone at school again. You’re so clean, Mayumi.”

Hearing such frank characterization from an outsider, Mayumi couldn’t help but give a self-deprecating laugh.

“Heh, what was that? ‘Clean’? You sound like you’re ten years older than me.”

“Shut up. I’ve always been on the older side of things.”

Cecilia pouted for a moment, but instantly returned to her deep thoughts and continued.

“What makes you strong? Strong enough to both start and end it all?”

“Hmm, how should I say this? I appreciate the sentiment, but I only seem strong because I was given a shove. Remember, it was Mira who asked me to return in the first place. If I was never reminded of it, I would never have returned to Korolev.”

“But you wanted to do it, right? You only ever do things you want, and that’s why you never half-ass anything. I can’t be like you in that way.”

“Haha, do I look that amazing? I’m flattered.”

Mayumi’s cheeks tickled pink at the praise, and in it Cecilia saw why people’s blindspots were always themselves. It didn’t surprise her, but it did make her feel—not exactly belittled, but—even more beneath Mayumi as a person, and more importantly, as a girl. Mayumi was the kind of girl Cecilia always wanted to become. For real, if she was in Kato’s position, she would’ve taken this humble and kind-hearted girl for herself in a heartbeat.

“I don’t have the confidence in myself to commit to anything. It makes everything I do half-assed, and I end up causing problems for everyone, like with Anne and Liam.”

“…I’m sorry, Celia, but I think you’re giving me a little too much credit. I’m not as strong as you think I am.”

“If not, then you’re at least stronger than me plenty. That, you have sufficient credit for.”

Mayumi smiled gently, mirroring Cecilia’s pose.

“It’s not a competition. It’s all relative, y’know? I may seem strong today, but that’s because you didn’t see me when I wasn’t strong.

“Remember what had brought this all on? My half-assed commitment to Caius’s feelings. If I had the guts to tell him I don’t see him that way, then everything would’ve resolved itself. I might be together with Kato today, or I might have suffered a rejection just as terrible, and the Elites could’ve disbanded a long time ago.

“All I’m doing right now—as you say, not half-assing everything—is to absolve myself of the crimes I’ve committed. That’s why I’ll continue to love Kato, even if he’ll never love me again. If I let go of this feeling, I feel like I will lose myself and repeat these mistakes over and over, and I can’t be doing that, now, can I?”

“…”

“I’m doing this…to remain who I am. To remain true to myself. That’s why I did whatever I could to get Kato to be true to me, to seek and accept his and the Elites’ judgment for my sins.”

“Is that why you’ve strung everyone along with you for the ride?”

“Well, of course. I did say I have unfinished business with the Elites. All of them.”

“Are they finished, yet?”

“I don’t know. I may have sounded like a condescending preacher just now, but as you know, I’m avoiding Kato right now just to keep myself sane. Even if I don’t need to hole myself up, I’m just as every bit a coward as anybody else. Does that seem strong to you, Celia?”

Mayumi’s smile faded as her eye fell, and Cecilia felt a wave of guilt wash over her as she realized that she had misunderstood Mayumi. Her front was her way of coping with her inner turmoil, and Cecilia had mistaken it for strength because it was the opposite of her own way of dealing with her cowardice. She firmly grabbed Mayumi’s hands with her own.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner. I didn’t mean to make you talk about things that were difficult for you, Mayumi.”

“No, I don’t mind it, Celia. I’ll need to talk about it at some point and articulate it to myself, or else I’ll explode. I should be thanking you.”

“Kato doesn’t deserve a wholesome soul like yours. Can I be your husband, Mayumi?”

Cecilia brought Mayumi’s hands to her own face, cuddling it softly. Mayumi giggled.

“Now that’s not the first time I’ve heard that from a girl.”

Mayumi caressed Cecilia’s face in return, brushing away the loose hair strands that so often fell over the front.

“So don’t beat yourself up over things like with the autolights, or with the kid you stood up for in first year. There’re plenty of unfairness and injustices in the world, but only one of you, so take care of yourself. And if that’s the kind of person you are and strive to be, then don’t doubt yourself and go for it. You might have to suffer the consequences of those actions, but I’d take those any day if the only alternative was to lose yourself.”

Cecilia’s eyes widened. She could hear echoes of Stephen’s words in Mayumi’s.

“That’s why you’re so obsessed with Auxirian Idiot in the first place, right? In essence, Tommy’s finding a purpose for himself and his existence, but at the end of his journey he wound up back where he started: in his hometown. He couldn’t throw himself away, as much as he tried to in the underbelly. He returned, battered and ruined, but in a way better headspace compared to when he initially left Sunnyville. He found out who he was, and decided it was worth sticking to himself, than to pretend to be someone he isn’t. What about you, Celia?”

She was stunned. She still couldn’t believe how succinct Mayumi was with her words, and people thought Cecilia’s demeanour was already mature beyond her years. She could feel the full weight of Mayumi’s past in her simple question; carrying with it the pain and struggles of a typical edgy teenager like Cecilia herself—a pain that Mayumi had endured and came to her own answer for.

“…I don’t know yet. But thanks to you, I want to make it somewhere now. I can’t be running away from it forever.”

Mayumi grinned. She could see light returning to Cecilia’s gloomy eyes and it warmed her heart. If her experiences helped anybody just a little bit, then it gave meaning to her taking the long, beaten path down life.

“Sounds like a plan.”


The students in the music room were stunned. At the back of it were several desks pulled in from the neighbouring classroom to make a well-formed row for the judges of the talent show’s auditioning panel to sit at, and they were taken aback, even disgusted, by the unexpectedly splendid performance that had just unfolded before them.

“How was that possible?”

The usual sea of chairs and music stands were put aside to one wall to make space for the auditioning hopefuls in the centre, where many, many have fallen to the wayside under the tense and often unreasonable scrutiny of the panel. Mona was one such extreme judge, but her five other protégés were no slouches either. They were determined to make the talent show a success, so they held no quarter for sloppy or repeated performances.

Case in point, usually only one or two students were truly capable of speed painting or mural work, so these types of performances were easy to provision. However, other types of performances, like the display of a band, had many more applicants and it was a fierce competition to choose the single one that would occupy that area of talent showing. No self-respecting talent show would display the same talents more than once, so there was no room for discussion. Even a star-studded group of students could be culled, if they were only second-best in their talents that year.

However, the music students of Class B eventually—almost last minute in fact—decided to not participate in the talent show this year, allowing the talent show to squeeze in an extra musical performance. Usually, the music, drama, and art departments were provisioned their own time slots separate from the plebeians, so the panel allowed another performance from the general student body of the same type as the ones that these departments decided to make. With the music department taking a break, someone else had to replace them.

And so the five Elites in the spotlight, Kato, Alice, Eon, Yui and Franco, had a much better chance to get themselves into the talent show. The two stars of Class F were in front on guitar, the silent one on bass, the half on support and percussion, and the idiot on drums. And they made an impressionable performance in front of the Mona faction’s elites and the Class B jury who were lined up on the side.

“I can’t believe this…”

Because of the presence of the Class B jury, there was no way the AC could deny, neither genuinely nor with ulterior motivation, that this was more than qualified to replace the music department’s ticket in the talent show. Their band leader and coincidentally the student council treasurer piped up immediately.

“Mona, I believe they can perform just as great as, if not better than, us in the talent show. You don’t have any complaints about this level of play, do you?”

“No. If Madam Chancellor says so, then I have no complaints. And even to amateur ears like mine, this is already way more than what’s expected of high school students.”

Mona was, while unsurprised, still infuriated with the fact that Kato was able to pull this off. Her face twitched with indignation, emotionally unable to accept that someone she hated had definitively made the cut.

“I want to add that the drums need some work, but it’ll already be nitpicking at this point. There’s no problem with this performance.”

While Bianca gave a little jab at Franco, whose head drooped in reply, what she didn’t explicitly state was even more amazing, and because of how amazing it was she didn’t want to aggravate Mona’s already agitated state further.

Alice was a straight-A’s student through and through, and was a bona fide student of music on top of that, so to say her skills were unparalleled would be understating it. Bianca herself considered Alice to be her peer, and Bianca was considered Korolev Senior’s second-most talented music student behind Mirabelle.

Kato was a technical genius to start with because of his physical superiority and his herculean training to become a Heart, so it was a cinch for him to learn all of Alice’s techniques when it came to playing the actual instruments. His physicality simply didn’t allow him to play the wrong notes, tempo, or dynamics.

Eon, while never been a music student, was a straight-A’s student like Alice, and had the natural talent to pick up new things easily. It wouldn’t immediately reward him, but in time he could become an expert at the craft of his choosing.

Without Caius on keyboard, Yui had to at least fill in on supporting the crew with backing tracks and percussions like xylophones and triangles, which Caius would have been in charge of.

And finally, Franco had the same crazy level of physical superiority as Kato to lean on as a crutch to get the technical abilities on par with his to-be peers. He didn’t have any particular talent towards music, and he lived a normal, average life without a draconian martial arts training regimen to sharpen his technicals, but it was still more than enough to get a passing grade.

“So? Is it decided? I’m gonna leave.”

Eon said frankly as he packed his bass up and into its case, and handed it over to Alice in front of him. Wasting no time, he immediately picked up his school bag and slung it over himself as he marched towards the classroom door without a word or glance back at his friends. You could say he stormed off silently.

Alice didn’t even flinch at Eon’s cold attitude as it was the case for some time now, while the panel and jury were too busy with themselves to pay attention to the slammed door. As annoying as Eon’s attitude was, there was no going around this issue. The three of them were the original Elites, so it was natural for Eon to side with Mayumi—though it was more than just age-old brotherhood that motivated Eon, nor was he entirely on the other side.

“Sorry, Alice. I’m going to go after him for a bit.”

“Sure.”

In a similar fashion, he left his guitar in Alice’s care as well, who was at a loss as to what she should do in this cold war. She stood firmly on Kato’s side as she was closest to him, and it was painful to watch Kato’s desperation like this with no method of intervention.

“Observing, my ass. Eon clearly has some stake in this debacle.”

Remembering their conversation some time ago, Eon never actually said he would observe, and only observe. On the other hand, he truly didn’t have any skin in the game, and he didn’t know what he could do to salvage the situation even if he had any. His remarks were more of a description of what happened the previous time, than what Eon wanted to do.

While Alice was frustrated at her powerlessness and Eon’s pompous attitude, she was glad that this time around he was able to find what he could do other than just observe. It was part of why he was staying on with them to play in the talent show despite the rift between them and Kato—after all, it was only after Kato’s pleading that Eon agreed to help out on his plan. In other words, Eon thought it had a chance to work.

“Eon!”

They were already at their lockers by the time Kato was able to catch up to him. It was technically after school, but only classes had finished; clubs were still ongoing, which meant that there were still some students loitering in the atrium.

“Eon, you’ll get them to do it, right? Get them both to watch us in the talent show.”

A little out of breath because Kato rushed over without thinking, he stopped and clutched a locker handle next to him. Eon was already dumping his belongings into his locker, and was almost ready to depart for the auditorium.

“Well, yes, of course. That’s what I agreed to, right? I’m playing in the band to give them a reason to.”

The eyes behind his polarized glasses were strained and red, almost as if he had been tearing up just now, but of course the glasses obscured it from Kato and all he could make out was that he had a pained look on his face.

“Thank you for putting up with me, Eon. Truly. I don’t know what I’d do without you to—”

Then, Eon instantly slammed Kato against the locker and held him by the lapels. His victim was shocked, more at Eon’s reaction than the physical entanglement.

“Don’t you fucking say anything here, Kato. Wait until you’ve done all that you could, before preaching to me how grateful you are of me. I don’t deserve any of it, and you don’t need to preach.”

Kato remained silent, just as he was asked to. He watched Eon let go of his grip and slowly take off his glasses, revealing a pair of rainbow-coloured eyes that were swelled from crying, and bloodshot from fatigue and a lack of sleep.

“Seriously. You needa chill on that goodie-two-shoes act of yours, even though I know these are your true feelings. It hurts us, but not in the way it normally goes. It hurts us, because we’re not as good as you at it by a long shot. We’re terrible friends.”

Eon confessed miserably. He looked down at their feet and continued quietly under his breath.

“It hurts us because we don’t deserve your friendship, a friend as loyal as you. We hate ourselves for not being able to meet your expectations, and we hate you for choosing us to be your friends. We can’t bring ourselves to meet you eye to eye because you’re so high above us, and we can’t bring ourselves to forgive you for our own selfish reasons, even though you’ve done nothing objectively wrong. This is all so fucked up. So fucked up. How can you be so loyal to us, Kato? Why are you such a good friend? The best estranged friend?”

Right at his last utterance, a reference to the song they just played together, Kato somehow knew what happened earlier. Eon had cried in relief when Mona passed their audition.

“How could you be like this? With Caius and Mayumi here and now, and the same seven years ago? How could you still be…?”

Eon clumsily wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. He was an emotional guy, but he was never teary. He backed off from Kato, leaning on the opposite locker in a dejected slump.

“…the same faithful friend that you are, back when it was about me and Bia?”

The penny dropped for Kato. He now understood why Eon snapped at him with such a raw outburst. He clenched his fists to wear down on the restlessness in his throat that compelled him to speak out. There was no further discussion to be had here. He would hear it out after everything was over.

Eon went back to his locker to close and lock it shut before he marched brusquely in the opposite direction from where they came, towards the auditorium, leaving Kato behind in a daze. He slipped down to the floor, running his fingers through his hair in distress. He desperately hoped that his plan would work out, or else he wouldn’t know how to face Caius, Mayumi, or even Eon ever again.

“So that’s what this is about, huh, Madam Chancellor? I didn’t know Eon carried a torch for you.”

“Yeah, he did.”

Bianca said curtly, to which Mona next to her spared only a fleeting glance before taking her leave, peeling herself away from their snooping from behind a concrete pillar. Mona was about to sink another bite into her nominal adversary, but thought better than to get involved at this stage of the game. Curiously, she was somewhat interested in their situation, both personally and pragmatically, because of Mirabelle’s presence in all of this, so she decided to remain a silent bystander for now.

“Wait. Does it have anything to do with what happened back when you…?”

Alice trailed off, unsure of how to put into words to refer that particular incident she had not seen nor was a part of, but nonetheless Bianca nodded sombrely at the Rinian girl who also joined their peeping squad. The rest of the Elites remained in the music room to pack up.

“Are you going to do anything about it?”

“Do anything? I haven’t done anything about it for years now. Well, I’m looking out for myself, just like Mayumi is. In that vein, I’m also as terrible a friend as what Eon had described.”

Bianca gave a wry smile and began to leave as Mona had, and Alice followed suit. There was no reason for Alice to remain either, as she felt Kato was indescribably unapproachable at the moment. Right now, he was a Kato that she knew of only through stories told by him and his peers; not the one he presented to her of his own volition. Strangely, she didn’t want to truly get to know it because it would presuppose that she fucked up somewhere along the line, too.

“Is Eon really going to help us out?”

“Of course, he is. He’s got a reason to. You only know the grade nine story from Kato’s perspective, right? And only the end of the story, too. A lot happened before that, and Eon was way more than just loosely involved, as much as he tries to make himself out to be. From Kato’s perspective it makes sense, as he saw them as two separate, though sequential, incidents, and for the record, I did as well. But to some others involved, they might not see it that way.”

“What? What happened?”

Aghast, Alice pressed for an answer, but to no avail.

“That’s a story for Eon to tell, not me.”

“Haaaaaah? That’s not fair, Bianca! Now I want to know more! Tell me!”

“Ahahaha! Don’t worry about it. It’s just an old war story at this point, and there’s actually very little in it on anyone still here with us, except Eon. It’s really all about him, so if you wanna know, you’ve got to ask him. It’s really for him to tell from start to finish.”

“You make it sound really trivial, and you know that, weirdly, the more trivial something is, the less inclined he’ll be with telling you about it. As an irascible person myself, that idiotic part of him is quite irascible, I daresay.”

They both laughed as they locked arms, striding across the atrium towards the music room once more. Somehow they had become a little closer despite their conflicting positions, and Alice wondered if this was the average Tuesday for the Elites. Living, breathing, and walking together, yet full of contradictions and differences. Alice wanted to understand, so she held Bianca’s hand snugly, affirming her desire to be a part of them.

On the receiving end of Alice’s feelings, Bianca welcomed it warmly. Perhaps she was open to her because of her earnest sincerity, a feeling that infinitely reminded her of Kato. At the same time, even though Alice was slated to become a nomenklatura who would retain her memories of Kato, Bianca didn’t mind that Alice was particularly fond of him, as many others also had and failed, including herself. That lowbrow, ugly perspective probably made her a terrible friend, but she was also past being crushed under that ugliness. She already had regrets and suffered the consequences, and she was determined to continue to bear them, old and new.

That was why she insisted on maintaining the status quo; in exchange for her own continued internal strife, she could grasp the arm Alice had extended to her, instead of being separated from each other like Mayumi. Funnily enough, it amused her that even though their approaches were complete opposites, neither her nor Mayumi’s rewarded them with what they wanted. It might be an act of fate that the two of them were chosen for these roles, because she was wholly aware that the main heroine’s challenge had yet to come.

15 – Outlaws / When We Were Forever Young

Tuesday, October 18, 1887.

“Mayumi, are you really going to keep this up?”

“Keep what up?”

“Avoiding everyone.”

“You don’t have to do the same if you don’t want to, Caius.”

“Ahem. I’m here too, y’know.”

Eon interjected stiffly. They sat all the way to the side, on the edge of the stage floor of the auditorium. There were less than two weeks until the talent show, and with the due date fast approaching, the crew needed to rehearse with the real deal on a real stage. Together, they watched Trisha, who was on the auditorium floor looking up at the elaborate setup at the stage’s centre and directing its choreography that was unfolding before an empty audience.

“Why are you here, too? You don’t have to do, y’know, the same thing I am.”

Of course, Mayumi was giving Kato the cold shoulder ever since they came back from the Equinox. It was hard for anybody to get back into a normal routine after being rejected. Though it was unsurprising, it didn’t explain why Caius and Eon followed suit so resolutely. In fact, both of them had not talked to Kato since the Equinox.

“Isn’t it cool to have just the original three of us hang out once in a while?”

“That’s not what’s happening, though. Celia’s been with us the whole time, too. I can understand if Caius is doing it, but you’re not even in the drama department. You don’t need to be here, dude.”

“Then are you gonna be ending this cold war?”

“…”

“If you’re not, then I’m gonna continue to be here, champ.”

Mayumi sighed, unable to answer. Eon had been joining them for rehearsals after school, and he had gotten special permission to do so from Mr Verne through the two stars of the show, Caius and Mayumi.

“Then, are you still practicing for the talent show with them?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t change anything because we already settled on something to perform. I always hold up my end of my commitments.”

“How do you practice with them…silently?”

“You just do.”

Eon shrugged, unconcerned with the state of affairs. Whenever Alice or Kato or Franco tried asking him questions on things outside of their little band’s practice, Eon would ignore them. It worked, but it was unendingly awkward for the other people involved. She shook her head in exasperation, disagreeing with his determination to do this on her behalf.

“It’s fine, Mayumi. Just leave Eon to his discretion. What I wanna know is if we’re really gonna be doing that thing.”

“That thing, eh?”

“Yeah, that thing.”

“We decided to do that thing already, c’mon. Getting cold feet is not allowed, and definitely not you, Eon, who knows the plan.”

That thing was a plan that only Mayumi could think of, and it was a nasty thing to do, academically speaking.

“As a user and an abuser of my abilities, there’s no risk in what we’re gonna execute on. Get in, do the thing, get out in under five minutes. If we arrive right when the school opens and get to it pronto, no one’ll even notice. Even if someone were to turn on a Teller sonograph, it’ll only work out for them if they do it within half an hour after I finish the job, or else the characteristic mana fields will dissipate into the natural background, making it no longer detectable by the sonograph.”

“And the more living things present, the faster the fields dissipate. That’s why I’m coming.”

“No, I don’t think the pace of natural coherence will change that much based on just one more human body present.”

Mayumi slapped Eon lightly on the cheek for being cheeky, as Eon’s participation was not just for attendance but for insurance if anything went wrong. Three Elites were better than two.

“I still can’t believe we’re gonna try to cheat on a midterm. What has the world come to?”

“I told you, I’ve done this many times in the past. It’s fine.”

To be specific, they were planning to cheat on a very specific midterm for Cecilia’s sake. After revealing to the original Elites that she was likely going to do poorly on the math midterm two days from now, and then proving it to be so on a mock midterm, they decided to use Mayumi’s future sight to cheat for the answers to a few of the questions—enough to pad her marks above seventy-five points.

Normally, she did well with schoolwork because of the need to keep up her marks to avoid being demoted to a lower class. But now that she was in her third and final year, there was no next year to promote or demote to any longer, and with it the incentive to keep up that tightly with academics, hence her immediate regrets now for neglecting her studies.

For the record, Mr Verne almost ruined his own musical by forgetting to tell Cecilia to pull her tardiness streak together, but luckily, Cecilia decided to trade her original role of Whatzshecalled for St. Timmy, which was a much less exhausting and much more replaceable role, to Mr Verne’s fortune.

So, it was now entirely on Cecilia to dodge academic probation by doing more than just passing the midterms. If she was put on academic probation, she would be barred from extracurriculars until she fixed it after finishing the next set of morning classes’ midterms around three months from now. That meant missing out on the talent show and of course her role in Auxirian Idiot.

“Hey, you guys! Celia’s in trouble! Come!”

As they were leisurely resting, an abrupt appearance by a hurried Risa snapped the Elites back to the attention of the drama department around them. Surprised and worried, they followed their hairstylist to the back of the stage.

“I didn’t catch the first part, but the argument looked super-bad, knowing it’s Liam who’s involved. Flora’s watching too.”

Only moments later, they joined the other hairstylist, who was half-hiding behind a wooden prop and looking on at the site of the quarrel. On one side was led at the front by Liam, with his two compliant followers in tow. On the other side was Cecilia on her own, as the arbitrator between them, Anne, didn’t seem to be on her side.

“Look, all I’m saying is that my team won’t be able to use the new Matsushita autolight for the show. It’s way too complicated for us to learn a new standard for the cata-paper inputs in time for the show and to run it well, y’get what I mean, Anne? I warned you that at the very start, before we made the buy, ma’am.”

Grinning, there was not one iota of shame on Liam’s face as Anne continued to ask questions to clarify the situation. On the other side, Cecilia frowned in silence as she let the situation spin out of her control, as if she didn’t want to be here for the belligerent exchange.

“And yet you agreed to purchase it anyway?”

“I recall that it was her two main character friends who signed off the receipt, no?”

“I expected you and Cecilia to sign the receipt, though. Why did that not happen?”

“It didn’t look like our schedules would align to allow both of us to go to the store in Sharpsand Cape. I guess we were running out of time, so Cecilia went with her friends to get it as soon as she could. Good on her.”

Anne looked over to Cecilia, who nodded in agreement with his characterization. It was true, after all.

“And you can’t make any free time for yourself to go with her? It’s not a complicated task. Have you done everything to accommodate making this trip?”

“We’re all busy with our own lives, too, madam manager. If we have to move unmovable things when it can be resolved through an easier way, why not?”

“If that’s the case, then why hasn’t this problem been brought up sooner?”

“Well, the new autolight was advertised as a faster and simpler replacement to the previous generation of autolights, so the team thought it would be easy to use. If even the original manufacturer is advertising it like that, then we didn’t see any major issue with coming by on our usual schedule. I still have the flyer, by the way. It wasn’t until a lot later that we realized it took more time than advertised. Isn’t that right? Kenny? Joshua?”

Anne clicked her tongue at the weaselling answers that Liam gave, as his lackeys nodded hurriedly in unison on Liam’s cue. She could tell he was hellbent on avoiding responsibility for this incident. It wasn’t the first time she had seen this from him.

“Then what are you gonna do about it?”

“Well, this is where I hope you can lend my team some guidance, ma’am. We can continue using the new autolight, but I can’t guarantee the result’ll be satisfactory. The other option is, of course, to use the old autolights this time around. We all know how to use the old lights, but it’ll take some more effort to set up all the correct sequences. Both options’ll be time consuming, but I have more confidence in the second option. And that’s why I wanted to bring this up to you, y’know?”

“What, because you can’t figure it out yourself, you have to make me do your work?”

“Don’t be like that, Anne. I’m just letting you make the decision. I’ve voiced my opinion at the very start, and things have turned out more or less as I’ve said it would, eh? Isn’t that right?”

He smirked at Anne first he peeked over to Cecilia, and it made Cecilia want to crawl into a hole to hide herself from this standoff.

“And if I make a decision here, you’ll do your job fully and cleanly, without fuss or trouble, is that correct?”

“Indeed it is, ma’am.”

“I have one more condition for you. Rather, it’s an order for you for wasting my time with this—”

“—Wow, Anne, I’m a victim of the circumstances here, too, y’know?”

“I don’t care, because the result is the same: wasting my time. Now, right after this talent show, you and the third-years in the lights team will transition completely to the PSC. Understood?”

“Oh, what? We already decided that that’s gonna happen, no?”

“You understand exactly what I mean. Now, go with option two and get your ass on it. Immediately.”

“As you wish, manager. I knew you’d make the right decision.”

He grinned and gave her a thumbs-up, but Anne responded with rage in her eyes and a menacing step forward.

“Get to it already.”

“Yuppers.”

He strolled away lightly, goons in tow and still holding that satisfied smirk on his face. Anne’s fury, however, was not yet extinguished, and she turned upwards to the depressed blonde girl next to her after Liam and his friends were out of earshot.

“Are you happy now? Have you caused enough trouble yet, Cecilia? What’s next, you’re gonna suggest we use a crane to fly people across the stage, hm? Is that it?”

Cecilia was just as inert as she was before, though less spooked as there was one less person harassing her.

“I initially also was against using a new autolight because I knew this piece of shit would not do his job properly. Granted, the new autolight does have much better capabilities, but using it in this show is, as I thought, impossible. Yet, you insisted that we need to use the new ones, and now look where this got us.”

She was quite vindictive, as she usually was towards Cecilia, but unlike usual, Cecilia didn’t make any thin retorts or excuses. Or rather, she was too absorbed in her own thoughts and depression to pay any heed to Anne.

“You see what happened? You wanted to change something that’s, from his point of view, in his territory, so he fucked you over with his procrastination and gave you a nice spell of verbal abuse. If he continued, he would’ve fucked us all up, without a functioning lighting sequence for the musical. If I wasn’t here, who’s gonna fix this problem, huh?”

Even after all of this, she only got angrier, and seeing that Cecilia was still despondent, in a bout of temper she slapped her across the cheek, finally bringing Cecilia’s stunned eyes to her.

“I don’t get what he sees in a lousy and idiotic woman like you. If you’re this pathetic, please transfer yourself down to the lower classes, where you belong.”

“Whoa, what gives?!”

“Hey!”

Mayumi and Caius both launched themselves toward the two, followed closely behind them by Risa and Flora. Their yells seemed to have snapped Anne out of her rage, and she allowed them to put distance between herself and Cecilia.

“What was that for, Anne?”

“Did you need to slap her?”

Risa hugged Cecilia gently, while Flora turned to Anne.

“We’ll take care of her from here, Anne. It’s all resolved now, right?”

“You’re right. Then, I’ll be going now.”

“Anne, wait!”

As Anne abruptly turned to leave at the behest of Flora, perhaps uncharacteristically accommodating, Mayumi stopped her heatedly, refusing to let her go.

“Liam’s clearly in the wrong here! We were there when Celia asked him to come with her, and he tried every excuse to not go with her. He even suggested signing the receipt after she brought it back, but he was nowhere to be found the next day, so I had to co-sign it.”

“And?”

“’And?’”

“What of it?”

“…”

Mayumi didn’t like Anne very much, though that wasn’t an uncommon sentiment among the drama department anyway.

“Even if Liam did all of that, even if he was to blame for all of this—how would it change the outcome here?”

Mayumi stopped, momentarily stunned by Anne’s cold but reasonable reply. In her fluster after witnessing the slapping, she forgot about the real situation at hand.

“That’s…”

“It wouldn’t. Even if he co-signed it, he would still procrastinate on the basis that it was ‘too hard’ to learn within a short timeframe. This confrontation would’ve still happened, but with one less trivial detail for him to use as ammunition.”

She was right. Anne did shut him down immediately after he tried to use it to paint himself as the victim rather than the instigator.

“Then… if that’s the case, then do you need to slap her? What was that for?”

“Tch.”

Anne frowned, but she didn’t falter.

“That, I’ll admit, was just frustration on my part. There’s no real reason for it except for my gripes with Cecilia. That’s all.”

“Ugh.”

With a deprecating snort, Anne turned to walk away once more, not held up by anyone this time. Mayumi could only be impressed and yet dismayed at Anne’s quick admission and anticlimactic departure.

“Can you let her stay with Risa for the time being? She’s not gonna be responsive for a while.”

She smiled gently at Caius and Mayumi, mostly at the former who was just as agitated by the slap and tried to get Cecilia to talk.

“Why is she…”

“I can explain. Let them be in peace for a minute. Caius should already know this story, though I’m not sure if you paid any attention back then to remember it.”

Flora moved them to another secluded corner of the stage before she began her story, somewhat apologetically.  Caius was still apprehensive.

“What do you mean, I already know this story?”

“In our first year, there was a case of a kid who was bullied big-time by some third-years of the Victor faction. It was bad enough with the persistent bullying, but when they tried to frame him for a mistake he didn’t make, the drama club went ballistic. I don’t even remember what he was blamed for, but it had something to do with breaking the onstage props, because all I remember from that was that he for sure didn’t break any of it—he was with me, Risa and Celia at the time of the incident.”

“No, I don’t remember something like that. There was so much of that going on at the same time that I didn’t care to remember every single altercation.”

 Flora shrugged lightly.

“I don’t blame you. It was from this that we became friends with Celia, though we wished it could’ve happened in a better circumstance. During that incident, Celia stood up for that kid because it was obvious that the kid wasn’t in the wrong. He was right there with us. But the drama department wasn’t a place to uphold justice back then, so the Victor faction almost got away with it. The only thing that won us the day was Donovan stepping in and appealing to the rest of the department on our behalf.”

“…what?”

Mayumi was shocked, not because of Donovan himself but of the implications of this turn of events. Flora nodded in agreement.

“Yes. Donovan repeated the exact same defence to the seniors of the club, and they begrudgingly accepted the evidence. Even though Celia made the same arguments, none of them accepted it merely because—”

“—because Celia was a nobody.”

Caius gritted his teeth and spat out those words.

“It was cruel to Celia, but she’s still braver than any of us. She stood up for that boy, even though we knew the state of affairs back then. I was too scared to do anything, and by not doing anything, I felt like I betrayed the trust of that kid and Celia herself. I didn’t say anything until Donovan prompted me to testify.”

Flora said ashamedly, knowing full well that she was partly at fault for Cecilia’s predicament.

“It’s okay, Flora. Celia understood that you were in no position to speak up. Fortunately, Donovan did the speaking, right?”

Mayumi tried to soothe Flora’s anxiety, but she shook her head.

“It would’ve been enough if it ended here, but it didn’t. Donovan fought against the seniors in place of some nobodies, and because of that, Celia too became a target of continued bullying and harassment by the rest of the Victor faction. They didn’t take being upstaged by first-years very well, so they made their lives miserable, and after a while the kid broke down and left the school entirely.”

Flora enunciated sombrely as her three listeners grimaced. It left a very terrible taste in their mouths.

“Celia could take it because she has an iron heart, but the kid clearly couldn’t take it. It made Celia feel like it was her fault that the kid was forced out of Korolev Senior, so now y’see the guilt she’s been carrying that she never should have needed to carry in the first place.”

She pointed to the gently sobbing Cecilia in the distance, and shrugged again helplessly.

“Y’know how Celia’s a quiet thinker and sometimes spaces out, right? That part of her came about because of that trauma. I hate to say it, but she needs quiet time like this to herself or she’ll be down for days, and it’s especially hard when Anne berates her. The result here’s on the tamer side of things.”

Caius subconsciously rolled his fingers into a fist.

“I’ve never seen her like this before. She can be awkward, but she has her own will, and it’s surprisingly strong. You’re saying this happens on a regular basis?”

“If she seems strong-willed to you, then I’m glad she’s found somebody worth showing her strengths to. Then again, not many people can endure as much abuse as she had. She doesn’t get any rest at home either. It’s really frustrating that neither I nor Risa can do anything more than this.”

“At home?”

“She has a troubled household, I’ve been told.”

Mayumi curled her lips. She was unsure if Flora meant it was the Liguro family’s fault for that, or otherwise. If it was the former then she would feel much worse about it, but luckily in actuality it wasn’t the case, though Mayumi had yet to know.

“I’d assume it’s pretty bad. She always uses the dorm showers—and everything else too— before she goes home. I thought it might be a coincidence, but if it’s been like this for the third year, I think they’ve gotta be related, no?

“In any case, if you can give her some time to herself, she’ll be up and running in no time. ‘Kay?”

Flora gave them another apologetic smile before she began to make her way back to Risa and Cecilia.

“…”

Eon rubbed his forehead, thoroughly exhausted even as a pure bystander.

“We’re in more than just a bit of a pinch here, huh.”

“Flora’s right. I always wait for her to finish her business at the dorms before we head home, but I didn’t know it was because it would be because of a troubled household.”

“Well, we don’t know yet if that’s actually true or not. That’s still speculation on Flora’s part.”

“I’d agree with Flora’s speculation, though. In fact, it’s exactly the truth.”

Suddenly, an imposing presence caught the attention of the Elites as one surprise appeared after another. Additionally, Mayumi put on a glare as well at the approaching man that resembled her quite a lot.

“What are you here for, Stephen?”

“We all have troubled homes, but Cecilia has it the worst out of us—the three of us. That’s what I’m saying.”

While he added to his initial remark, he ignored Mayumi’s question and instead continued walking towards Cecilia. Distracted by it, Mayumi called out to him, wanting him to explain why ‘the three of us’: Cecilia, Stephen, and herself.

“Wait—!”

But he was gone in an instant without another thought for them. Dusty wind eddies trailed behind his brisk walk, awing the Elites into silence. They followed him quietly, completely unsure of what he was here for.

Though Risa and Flora were taken aback by his appearance, they nevertheless yielded Cecilia’s field of vision to him as he crouched down to her eye level. They didn’t know about his relationship with Cecilia at all, but his red armband clipped over the top of his cleanse tag was more than enough reason to give way.

“Cecilia? What are you…Cecilia—”

“Stephen?”

She mumbled listlessly, unable to fathom why he was here. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t make any contact with her at all at school, but if he did, it would be about anything but the two of them. This was quite literally the first time at school that he addressed her personally. He turned upwards to Flora.

“Where’s Anne?”

“S-she’s gone. She said some nasty things to her before she did, but…”

“Was the issue resolved cleanly?”

“If by cleanly you mean there are no more problems left to deal with, then yeah…”

“Okay, I know what to do. I’ll have a word with her later.”

Stephen turned to Cecilia again, who was still awed by his calm aura—but only relatively speaking. His tone was absolutely still harsh by any standard definition of the word.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“…what I’m doing?”

“Or rather, do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

“I…don’t get what you’re trying to ask.”

Her expression fell, but surprisingly it didn’t break Stephen’s composure. He remained eerily stoical.

“I told you before at the Equinox that taking the same path as your friends from Class F will bring hardship. You haven’t forgotten about that, have you?”

“What…?”

She couldn’t understand why he was bringing that up at a time like this. Did her confrontation with Liam have anything to do with Class F and their near-insurrection against the Assembly?

“As long as you understand that, you have to accept the consequences, like right now, get it? So, do you have the resolve to stick to them and see yourselves through to the end?”

More confusion filled her expression, trying to look for a logical answer from Stephen’s rigid frown. He insinuated her hunch as much, but right now she couldn’t imagine how they were connected. Her head began to spin as her efforts to grasp the meaning in his words were dragged through the stresses of anxiety and tears from mere moments ago. It only served her to understand even less, in addition to bringing any coherent thought processes to a grinding halt.

“Give yourself some rest and think about the answer later. If you have an answer—any answer— then the next time you find yourself under fire like this, call me, and I will help you.”

Somehow, Stephen noticed her strenuous efforts and stood up abruptly, attitude unchanging. She looked up at him, shocked again at the lack of the usual hostility and the unconditional offer of support. The five others around them were just as speechless, though for slightly different reasons. Sparing a vague glance at the Elites, Stephen began to walk away in the direction of sudden shouts and noises from one of the auditorium exits—the same one that Liam’s group left through and the one Stephen entered from.

“What was that about…?”

Caius muttered in disbelief. While he was stricken by Cecilia’s circumstance, he was also very concerned by Stephen’s earlier implications. Was it really because she was affiliated with them that she was getting bullied by Donovan’s goons in the PSC? It hardly made sense to put this much effort into it, if they really wanted to clandestinely isolate Class F’s personal connections; that itself had to be made known to the victim in the first place. Coercion still needed a clear goal in mind to start with. It made even less sense that Cecilia would be their target when she was Donovan’s pet favourite.

“Are you guys okay? Did Stephen do anything to you?”

Trisha arrived in a hurry and short of breath from the choreography practice. Flora replied.

“No, he didn’t. What happened?”

“You hear those voices outside, right? It’s a standoff between Liam’s and Stephen’s people. Do you know why they’re confronting each other?”

“No idea—”

Flora began to shake her head but Mayumi cut her off, though she was talking more to herself than Trisha.

“Stephen’s angry that Liam tried to blame Celia for the incident with the new autolights.”

““He is?””

Everyone turned to Mayumi in astonishment, including Cecilia herself. Of course, that would have made sense if the situation occurred in a normal school among normal students, but this place had neither. Mayumi pointed to her lame right eye.

“I saw the whole thing in my future sight, including the standoff they’re having outside.”

“Was that why you were quieter than usual? Well, I’m not complaining about it.”

“But I still don’t understand why he would do such a thing; not that I know any of his motives to start with. Anyway, that’s what happened outside the auditorium.”

Trisha heaved a big sigh.

“What a bother. I knew Don’s departure for the PSC wouldn’t be a smooth transition.”

“Hm? Why’s that?”

“For one, there’ll inevitably be people who want to double-dip in their extracurricular participation, but in reality can’t commit to both things wholly. A few exceptional students can manage that, but not all can. It’s a nuisance when that sort of trouble comes up, like right now with Liam. I have a hard time with training those people, too, when they don’t show up enough to practice.”

She frowned at her own words helplessly as she continued.

“Like Anne, I’m also on the receiving end of cleaning up after loose ends from the staff shuffling. For example, remember how our year doesn’t have enough talent? With experienced members leaving for the PSC, the shortage of them makes the training a lot harder.”

“But you’re doing just fine, aren’t you?”

Trisha chuckled ruefully and shook her head.

“That’s because I have to work my ass off to get the plane off the ground, so don’t take my efforts for granted, Caius. Next time, I won’t have enough in me to make a second miracle happen. And luckily, Mayumi’s as talented as a professional, so I didn’t need to teach her anything at all. Bless you, Mayumi. If she didn’t, I really wouldn’t be able to re-teach the female lead’s parts.”

“Peace, peace!”

Mayumi grinned at Trisha, who grinned in response, dispelling the cloudy atmosphere and returning the scene to normal. One of them, however, remained deep in thought. Next to her, Eon was already musing about the sequence of events they had just witnessed.

“I have a bad feeling about this.”


“What’s the meaning of this?”

“Meaning of what?”

Stephen slammed his palm on the marshal’s desk, at which Donovan sat comfortably.

“Why are you gonna be on the ground with me?”

“Oh, I just thought I should be able to carry out an investigative operation as a marshal, so I want to get some field experience wherever I can.”

“It’s a covert mission. I don’t want more people on it than I actually need.”

“Now, now, don’t get too upset about it. It’s an operation that I’m very interested in, so I want to contribute in any way I can.”

“You can contribute by sitting here and waiting for my reports.”

“We can’t be doing just that, my friend. I have a reason why I want to join you in your stakeout. Care to guess why?”

Stephen snarled at Donovan’s polished, toothy smile.

“You don’t trust me to operate against both my half-sister and my cousin.”

“Close, but incorrect. On that note, though, I do have a good idea of what happened behind the scenes with your family, Gilbert’s and the student council president, so that does come into my consideration of your loyalties. I have to give you that much, right? Anyone in their right minds would think this way.”

Donovan’s face shone without a shadow of ill will, yet his words were the direct opposite. Stephen narrowed his eyes at what Donovan revealed to him to keep him in check, though it was not an unexpected turn of events. That bit of information would eventually percolate through the underworld anyway.

“Then why not purge the rest of us from the PSC?”

“C’mon, I only have a hunch. I won’t remove talented people purely on the basis of rumour or presumption. You get me?”

It felt as if Donovan was threatening him. The implication was that if those rumours or presumptions became reality at any level, then Donovan would have no qualms about letting the final blade of the guillotine to fall on the remainder of Class A in the PSC.

“Then, what have I got incorrect?”

“We’ve overheard a few conversations about which exams Cecilia’s struggling with, and collected some interesting clues. Not something we can use in a court of law, but they’re very good leads, don’t you think?”

He took out a small stack of ruffled papers from a file package and threw them onto and across the table. Stephen instantly recognized what Donovan threw down.

“Cecilia’s mock midterms. You scoured for these from trash bins?”

“Well, I had other people do it. It wasn’t that hard, actually. Where do mock midterms come from? Either the teacher made some in advance, or they took select questions out of the textbooks. It was only a matter of trailing these circumstances that we got our hands on these.”

Donovan explained in a suspiciously roundabout manner, but nonetheless he got up from his seat and pointed to a few of the mock midterms.

“There’s only one on here that warrants any attention, and it’s the math midterm the day after. I’ll join you in the science room next to my homeroom first thing in the morning, all right?”

Stephen clicked his tongue, upset that Donovan was insisting on meddling with the operation, though if their positions were reversed he would be doing the same thing.

“Suit yourself.”

There wasn’t a real reason to deny his request in the first place. After a certain incident Donovan just referenced, it was clear to Stephen and the rest of Class 3-A in the PSC that they were counting down their remaining days in the sun. It was only natural that the new kids on the block would take over operations. He wouldn’t be surprised if Class 2-A would eventually be purged from the PSC, too.

Then, a thought occurred to Stephen as he remembered a certain detail that was reported to him earlier in the week and triggered by Donovan’s flowery explanation earlier, and he scowled.

“Your men went through Cecilia’s locker to steal these midterms?”

“Of course not. What could have given you that idea?”

Donovan grinned, though, affirming Stephen’s suspicion. It wasn’t only the student council who had master keys to locks within the school.

“It must feel exhilarating to wield powers like these.”

“Come now, every iteration of the PSC that came before me used their lawful authority to fulfill their duties; including yourself. The responsibilities I’ve been entrusted with are no different.”

Stephen was not impressed, so Donovan continued.

“Say that the unwashed masses are correct in that the people in positions of power are abusing it for their own greed. Then, what should the contemporary system be replaced with? A democracy like in Royal Candor?”

Donovan sneered, obviously viewing the political agitation of the common people with contempt.

“You should know already, Stephen. A system is a set of rules, and they’re put in place to not make society equal and free, but to perpetuate the system. A perpetual system brings stability and therefore, legitimacy. In the long term, any transient dissatisfaction is meaningless because it’ll be forgotten once the moment passes and the system restores the day-to-day normalcy.”

“And you think that principle holds in our current crisis? It’ll restore normalcy?”

“If the system is perpetual, then of course it’ll regress to the normal.”

“That’s literally nothing but sophistry.”

Donovan laughed out loud. He enjoyed going on casual philosophical tangents like these once in a while, and Stephen even entertained him for half a thought.

“The masses’ demands are nothing but pipe dreams. You’re allowed to dream, but they’re dreams for a reason. As long as humans are selfish, as is their nature down to their primal instincts, then we’re destined to chain ourselves to inequality and injustice, no matter how virtuous a society claims itself to be.”

He finished off the latter half of his thought before switching to another topic on his mind.

“Now, I have a different question for you. What was the scuffle with Liam about?”

Stephen stiffened.

“Nothing important. We just don’t see each other eye to eye.”

“Well, I’d remind you that whatever’s happening in the drama department stays in the drama department.”

“I did nothing to the drama department, now, have I?”

“No, you haven’t, but your favouritism towards your family is not lost on me. You expect me to believe that my men got bruises for no particular reason, do you?”

“Sure, why not. I’ve never hid my disdain for Liam and his lackeys. In any case, they were the ones provoking me first.”

“Provocation that included your cousin as the main subject?”

“You can read between nonexistent lines all you want. I’ve never let any provocation go unsettled before.”

“C’mon, Stephen. I’m saying that your cousin herself is the provocation. If it was anybody else, it wouldn’t be a provocation to you, now, would it?”

“So have it be anybody else, and have Liam come up and spew the same garbage to my face. See what my response would be. Liam’s clearly the one making the issue about my cousin. I don’t care if the subject was her or not—he’ll get a fistful if he wants to pick a fight.”

Donovan heaved an exaggerated sigh as Stephen continued.

“By the way, Anne has corroborated my account of what happened in the auditorium earlier. I’d suggest cleaning up your act before looking for ghosts.”

For the first time, Donovan frowned at Stephen, who remained unimpressed. Donovan was duly reminded that he wasn’t someone to make light of.

“I see. I’ll take that into consideration, and have Liam be less troublesome to you.”

Stephen extricated himself from the marshal’s desk as Donovan quietly shrugged away his staunch defences, evidently uninterested now. However, in the moment he also knew that Donovan had put him on a mental hit list. It was only a matter of time before he would have to join Gilbert in the shadows, but until then, while he still had the privileges of the PSC, he was determined to see through his plans to the very end.

14 – Still Breathing

“Why do I feel like everything’s spinning out of control?”

“Beats me. If you think so, then go fix it already.”

It had been almost a week since the Equinox and the end of the advanced classes’ midterms, but only in a few more days was the start of the morning classes’ midterms. This exam period would last almost two and a half weeks, essentially one every other day on average. But for the Eternians and the students out of Class A, it was hardly a challenge for them—for different reasons, of course.

Kato and Alice were idling through the remainder of their lunch hour on the balcony of the third floor overlooking the atrium. The rest of the Elites were either studying somewhere for their exams, or they were rehearsing for the drama department’s show. They didn’t even spend time eating lunch all together, with Mayumi and Caius leaving right after the third period bell. Without the full crew, they also dropped by student council and the Jupiter sisters less often, and really only these two had any spare time and patience to do so. It had been like this for a while now, and there seemed to be no end in sight for this arrangement, thus Kato’s anxiety.

“If I knew how to fix it, I wouldn’t be just sitting here.”

“There you go. You have your answer, so stop complaining.”

“Complaining about things beyond your control is part of being human.”

“Sure, but complaining about things beyond your control to me is not a human right.”

While that seemed callous and very Alice-esque, this was the fifth day of Kato’s feeble bemoaning, so it wasn’t because Alice was short on patience. It was a miracle that she could keep a lid on her bottle for this long. Kato sighed.

“In that case, have you gotten any info on your enemies yet?”

“No, not yet. I only asked my brother and uncle to look into it the other day, and I don’t expect them to get back to me for a while.”

“And while we’re waiting, you’ll have to sit next to us at all times.”

Though she was already spending one hundred percent of her time with the Elites, still, the threat from the faculty, or those secretly supported in the shadows by the faculty, was unpredictable. While physical coercion was unlikely, they lived in an environment created by and for society’s underworld. Both of them knew what it meant to be a gangster, no matter how civil things seem on the surface.

“I’m already doing that, right? Besides, you’re my personal bodyguard to start with.”

Alice leaned back into the railings, looking back at the glass wall that was the library in front of them. Her beautiful form drew eyes of various dispositions from every student that passed by them. Most were harmless, just admiration or mildly amorous; though there were one too many gazes aimed at her, let’s say, really nice ass, which was why she turned around in the first place.

“That was just the one job.”

“And it continues, because of your own intervention. You reap what you sow, Kato.”

“If I may, Miss Alice, but your decision to side with Class F was on impulse, no?”

It was Alice’s turn to sigh.

“Do you think Mira was able to read this far into the future?”

“What do you mean?”

“That Mira set me up with you, expect me to side with your class, and throw the PSC into disarray in order to oust Gil and install Donovan as the school’s security chief.”

“Does it make you feel like a conspiracy theorist? Or betrayed by your best friend?”

“I should be asking you that. While I’m miffed by that possibility, she’s done you guys in more than she did me. I did what I did because I thought it’s what’s best for me, and I still think so now. For you, on the other hand, it’s not as black and white as that, is it?”

Kato took in a deep breath as he hung his head and arms over the ledge, away from her. Alice’s words were true and they hurt, but he didn’t want to show that to her just yet.

“That, I’ll have to settle it at some point. We all have to.”

Alice raised an eyebrow.

“And what will you do if she admits to exactly what we’re speculating?”

“…I’ll think about that when I get there.”

“You don’t know, huh? I’m not blaming you here. I wouldn’t know what I’d do either.”

Chatter and noise from the atrium below that radiated upwards, and the tall, fully-leaved trees jutting up from the ground floor, absorbed their quiet voices that were otherwise out in the open.

“Then how do you feel about Gilbert and how he’s involved in this? He’s your ally once again, even though he’s sworn not to be.”

“Nothing. I know from the start he’s a pragmatist. That was only a declaration of not being emotionally taken after me.”

“And?”

“And what? I still have the hots for him? For the record, I never had any to start with.”

“Not that. I mean what you think Gilbert’s intentions.”

“What? The conspiracy that Gil wanted to oust himself from the PSC as soon as possible? In order to put a wrench into Mira’s and the faculty’s plans? I think that’s a stupid reason. Being Marshal is a very privileged position. He won’t hand it over that easily to his enemy, assuming that enemy is Donovan.”

As uncooperative and harsh a human being she was, she was placed in Class A for reasons beside her connection to Gilbert. More than a year of being Gilbert’s fiancée would give her enough inside perspective on things around school.

“Exactly. I didn’t believe him when he mentioned that, and I don’t think he intended to send you over to Class F so I can guard you in his place either. While it’s true that that’s a good reason, I loath to think that this was ever his intended first course of action.”

Alice combed her fingers through her voluminous hair.

“So, what would the other reason be?”

“Something happened on the backend. Something moved behind the scenes enough for him to budge on it. Or rather, he was forced to make this decision based on a new forecast as a result of that change.”

“And we don’t know what happened behind the scenes that made Gilbert’s position untenable.”

“Oh, we do know. Well, we have a clue.”

“What—?”

It only took a moment for Alice to remember it, but Kato answered anyway.

“Karl’s got back to me this morning. Remember I asked him to look into Mayumi’s mom?”

“Yeah. Was it really because of Mira?”

Right after the von Habsburg household all returned home, Evie immediately explained the situation around Mayumi’s past and Mirabelle’s interference, much to the shock of Alice. Kato, who was already half-prepped by Gilbert, was instead unsettled by Mayumi’s half of the story, essentially corroborating Gilbert’s assertions about Mirabelle.

“Satsuki Clarisse Hanamiya. Forty-four, Yue, born in this city to middle class parents working for Eternia. She was a top achiever, and while she was in school, she courted one of the sons of the Liguro family, Vincent Liguro. With his family’s influence and her abilities, Satsuki very quickly joined the nomenklatura even before they were set to marry. However, it emerged that Vincent was seeing another woman behind her back, and even more absurd, he got both women pregnant at the same time. Eventually, Vincent chose the other woman as his wife and irreparably destroyed his relationship with Satsuki.”

Alice nodded. They already knew by now that those children were precisely Mayumi and Stephen. Their physical similarities only increased as one studied their faces more closely, and their hair were of the exact same quality.

“Satsuki’s a very logical and stubborn person with little empathy for others, a result of her experiences and her independent-minded parents’ conservative influence—another way of saying she never received much love from her parents, and it affected Mayumi in certain ways too. Her harsh personality produced excess pride and spite, and since Satsuki felt betrayed by her lover, she sought to ruin him within Eternia. It was stupid to fight the Liguro family, but whatever they fought over, it brought both of them the ire of Eternia’s bosses. They were expected to behave as nomenklatura, after all. You knew what happened next. I indirectly got her mum expelled from the nomenklatura.”

“Okay, but where does Mira come into the picture?”

“Their decision to expel her was based on a number of testimonies, but the critical one came from Keith de Lafayette, Gilbert’s uncle who was the heir apparent of the Lafayette Group. He died suddenly to unfortunate natural causes, and Gilbert was pulled up from the weeds to succeed him.”

Alice remained silent. She showed nothing but a glazed expression.

“Mira was somehow able to overturn that testimony and invalidate the brass’ original verdict. So, while Satsuki won’t be restored to her nomenklatura, she’s no longer persona non grata and essentially rehabilitated.”

“While we don’t know those details and we’ll probably never know, it did have knock-on effects, and the effect on Gilbert is what’s mysterious. If he thought his uncle’s legacy was a nuisance, then whatever Mira did should’ve benefitted him and him being Mira’s ally makes sense—but then there would be no need to give up the PSC. On the other hand, if he was on his uncle’s side, so to speak, then Mira should’ve made an enemy out of him if it did force him out of the PSC, yet he still claims Mira’s a friendly force to both him and Mona. In both scenarios, there are parts that don’t make sense.”

“Well, at least we know it’s very likely that Mira triggered something in Gilbert’s surroundings that made him move the way he did.”

“All but confirmed, basically. Do you have any clues from Gilbert’s side?”

Alice turned closer towards him, who was still hanging over the ledge.

“Unfortunately, no. I asked to be kept out of their power struggles, and he kept that promise.”

“Damn, useless.”

“If I wasn’t this kind of a person, I wouldn’t be standing next to you right now.”

He tilted his face towards her elegant form. He did feel really lucky to befriend Alice. He thought her way of thinking was, in some ways, a mirror of his own, sharing similar values and convictions. As unlikely as their demeanours suggested at first, they got along very well—a little too well to the people around them.

“Even with this, we’re no closer to solving the problem.”

“Solving the problem? You think you can solve the problem? It’s about surviving the onslaught, not solving the problem. The faculty is looking for an opportunity to make an example of me, and that’s not gonna change.”

“I know. And I still don’t know whether to believe in Gilbert or not. If he has a stake in this as Satsuki’s situation suggests, then he’s likely a power player here too, albeit a weaker one in his current state.”

“That I’m sure he is, but what choice do you have? Have Mayumi and the rest of Class F to put a full stop to the current anti-neutrality protests? It’s too late now. The dissent is in full swing, and even without us down there making the rounds or performing, the chants and confrontations aren’t stopping. It spread utterly and completely to the lower classes. Look.”

She pointed below at the crowds gathered at the ground floor of the atrium. It was exactly as she described: chants and staring contests between the outnumbered PSC and the laymen. No one had thrown the first stone yet, but in recent days almost every lunch period devolved into a series of clashes between the protestors and the PSC. Pens, chairs, clothes, and even textbooks lay on the ground after the battle, and only the bell saved the fight from escalating into violence.

“It doesn’t help that Mayumi is starring in Auxirian Idiot as the main character. She was casted as a revolutionary while she already is one, and it’ll only galvanize the masses further, Kato. Everyone’s looking forward to the musical.”

That was also very true. At a concrete pillar not too far from them was a poster advertising the drama department’s performance of Auxirian Idiot at the golden hour of the approaching talent show. A glamorous Mayumi put on a brave and determined grin at the poster’s audience, her one visible eye sparkling in the dark backdrop of the 60s-style paintbrush canvas. It was hard to not be captivated by her effable face, which she consistently disbelieved despite evidence to the contrary.

“So the revolution will continue, even without Mayumi here in person. I guess I was right after all. She led our school down the path of destruction.”

“It’s still okay for you if everything goes as the faculty planned, isn’t it? It’ll happen and things get a little tighter in terms of freedoms, but that’s about it. Compared to real high schools, us students aren’t supposed to have all of this power anyway.”

“Well, yes, I don’t really care about the school’s rules one way or another. What I’m worried about is that it’ll be the excuse to take you away from me.”

Alice instantly blushed, but was aware that he was merely speaking frankly and loyal to his friends to a fault. She duly admired that part of him, and at the same time unaware of herself, she held the same loyalty for her own close friends.

“W-what, you miss me already?”

“Think of it from my perspective. Why else would I be coming to school for? To hang out with the people I care about.”

It was so obvious but it didn’t click until he said it out loud. Everyone had a reason for attending the Eternian school, Korolev Senior, but Kato’s reason was definitely not the reason for almost everyone else, which was why it slipped her mind. Even for herself, she was initially here only due to her now-broken engagement to Gilbert.

“Well, that’s not a very common reason to come here. You’re one of a kind.”

“Same could be said about you. It’s also your reason to be here, right?”

She felt a warm, fuzzy feeling settle in her chest. He understood her, but only because he felt the same and she had half-admitted as much. Yet, she was still overjoyed by that, even if it was purely coincidental and woefully insignificant. She never dreamed that her heart would ever react in such an innocent manner—as if she was a pure-hearted maiden—but here she was, denying it with all that her willpower would allow. There was no need to answer, though she did want to pry into one more thing that she couldn’t take her mind off of recently.

“Did anything happen between you and Bianca?”

“Me and Bianca? What kind of thing?”

She stole a glance at him from the side, and he was unperturbed. His focus was on the ruckus on the first floor. Apparently, a shouting match was escalating as students from Class D and E had confronted the protesters from the lower classes of both their noise and their political views.

“The Act of Neutrality only serves to prevent violent politics in the public domain of the school! You can be as political as you want inside of your own classroom! What gives?!”

“Did you even read the articles to the drafted Act? It specifically mentions banning anti-Auxirian rhetoric! There’s nothing neutral or protective about it! It’ll erode our ability to speak out when we really need to!”

“We’re in a place of education, not in the streets! Look at what you guys did and are still doing! If you want to disturb a communal place of learning, go do it somewhere else!”

“And it’ll be the Public Safety Committee who’ll determine if someone’s speech is anti-Auxirian! Do you not see the danger in letting the PSC to determine if words coming out of your mouth will end the academic career you feel so strongly about?”

There were some philosophical exchanges, too.

“This is Korolev and Eternia! This school and society has rules and order for everyone to abide by, and everyone’s allegiances are as clear as day! Those who work against the order like you are mere traitors!”

“The order is not one monolithic gospel to adhere to! Society marches forward with progress and development, and if we don’t rise up to meet new challenges, then the very order you claim to pledge allegiance to, will fall to these challenges!”

“You dare to challenge the existing order? It’s because of the existing order that you were born in an era of peace and prosperity, along with the entitlement you have for these things you take for granted! You have no idea how much work and effort went into running a stable society by your forefathers and their successors, because you’re one of the unwashed masses who have zero knowledge or experience in maintaining this order!”

“If the existing order becomes something that no longer serves the people it’s supposed to serve, then to hell with it! You’re the benefactor of the system, so of course you’d say that! What of the outcasts who aren’t allowed to benefit from the system? Let them die? We’re human beings!”

And of course, as with any uncontrolled mob, it broke down quickly.

“You faggots are just a bunch of brainwashed Yue separatists who want to break away from Auxiria! You were born on Auxirian territory and speak a native Candoran language! No patriot will forgive your treachery and insolence!”

As an aside, all the major languages of the continent of Candor had official recognition in one capacity or another, hence why public education continued to be carried out in their region’s historical languages, rather than strictly imposing Standard Candoran. In the long-term it worked against cultural assimilation, essentially reinforcing separate ethnic identities, but it maintained the short-term stability of the confederation. In any case, it was spun in a different way in Auxiria proper, Candor being presented as a brotherhood of languages and cultures rather than the supremacy of a single ethnocultural group.

“Yeah, and fuck you bastards sucking up to the Auxirians because your wealth and power depends on them! You’re the treacherous lapdogs of a foreign master here, not us!”

While Kato was an avid reader and thinker of political thought as much as the next young man who had innocent ideals of the world that they wanted to wish upon their home country, he barely blinked at the rowdiness of the crowd below. Alice was definitely not interested, even if she understood the nuances of the current political discourse; a result of a privileged education.

“That night, you used the room we booked at Livia Tower to get yourselves up to the roof. I don’t think you did that in order to run into Gilbert and Mona, right?”

“Well, yeah. I thought we’d watch the rest of the fireworks up there. It’d be a shame to let the money go to waste.”

“Then what did Bianca say about it?”

“Nothing much. Like I said, we just made use of it. It’s the last Equinox we’ll have together, after all.”

Alice was suspicious at his dodges. Despite that, she was surprised at her own calm, too. She expected herself to shake with anxiety, but instead her curiosity overwhelmed the mild jealously that was sat in the corner of her mind; that was because she had another card to play, another button to push.

“You sure about that? Bianca’s essentially your… someone very significant from your past, right? Teto wouldn’t have sent her to you otherwise.”

To be perfectly honest, Kato was half-spacing out during their whole conversation, now watching the masses clash and the PSC intervening to separate the two groups. Now that Alice spelled it out loud, he was reeled back to the present, standing physically and mentally next to the gorgeous specimen of a blonde, wavy-haired supermodel. She was just missing one very important asset, he thought.

“Where did you just stare at…?”

He finally noticed her cheeks glowing crimson and her bellicose expression was clearly a ticking time bomb about to blow up in his face. He stole a glance at her chest for merely half a second and she noticed immediately. He had to hand it to her.

“N-nowhere. It was nothing. And I’d explain Teto’s decision like this: she’s more than just my twin sister. We’re almost the same person, if you can believe it.”

The fuming from Alice halted with a slam of the brakes. It wasn’t often that you lived together with your close friend and his younger sister, so actually Alice had a good bearing on what kind of person Teto was, and strangely she was extremely fond of Teto. It didn’t occur to her why that was the case until Kato said as much. Teto was more than a just spitting image of him.

“Your twin sister?”

“Yes, she’s my twin. She’s as old as I am, technically, but her body is a year or two younger.”

“How? Why didn’t you explain this to me in the first place?”

She blurted out her thoughts as she got annoyed at this seemingly crucial detail about his family that Kato declined to share with her for weeks now. She was about to approach him menacingly, but he also got up and away from the balcony to match her posturing, to which she instinctively stopped at it.

“Because while it’s interesting, it’s also an insignificant detail once you know it. There was a serious complication when we were born, and she was put into cryogenics for a year or two, until they fixed whatever was wrong with her. Obviously, I’ve become the older sibling, physically speaking.”

“…what are you, anyway?”

She shook her head with disbelief, thinking her own life was absurd enough, but the Eternians never ceased to amaze her. Kato shrugged.

“We were raised to become Hearts. There’re gotta be catches somewhere.”

“But you were orphaned before Eternia picked you up, no? We’re you born with a silver spoon, too?”

He rubbed his chin at the sharp observation. No matter, their backstory was already corroborated by the Elites and Karl.

“Of course. Apparently, our parents were long-serving clerks to a local seigneur, so they had a lot of privileges. But when the West Yunia Company went under, a lot of the gentry suffered and even saw armed unrest, including wherever I was from. The seigneury was caught up in it and most of the lord’s family and employees died, including my parents.”

What Kato recounted was actually a true story, but for Evie, not for Kato and Teto.

“I see.”

That financial disaster happened not very long ago. The Hellenic West Yunia Company defaulting caused a wide-reaching economic crunch felt almost everywhere in Candor and Eiria. The disintegration of a grand aristocratic cartel—as the West Yunia Company and its partners really was—and the collapse of the economic system upon which everything rested ignited widespread violence against the business-owning nobility, who bore the brunt of the discontent because of this guilt by association. By this and the aegis of Eternia, the new bourgeois class of property owners, like Alice’s family, escaped much of the physical destruction laid upon the nobles, though just as many families lost their wealth all the same.

Stories like Kato’s were not uncommon and there were few who didn’t suffer from the greatest economic collapse in recent history. Livia and Lien were one of the few, which attracted migration and fleeing capital in search of safe havens. This siphoning of skilled labour and money allowed Livia to stay afloat and even thrive during the disaster.

“And you know the rest. We escaped that burning house and ended up as orphans.”

Kato pointed to his head as he continued.

“Anyway, we were supposed to be the same person, so we share the same soul—or so I’m told. Because our soul was split apart, Teto got the weaker half at birth, so she was put into stasis until she recovered. We don’t have to worry about all the theories, but besides sharing a soul, we also share our collective experiences and memories.”

“Isn’t that really disruptive? That’s the same as having another person in your head.”

“You get used to it. You can consider the two of us being split personalities. That’s the closest explanation to what we experience. We don’t share specific memories, except for a few here and there, but mostly it’s the experiences and feelings towards them that are shared.

“For example, if I make a really good friend with somebody, like you, Teto also feels the same friendship between you and me, and has my understanding and perspective on that friendship. Likewise, I feel like I know her close friends just as much as she does, even though I’ve met them briefly and only a couple of times. This is the collective experience we share.”

Alice’s head was spinning. It was all too farfetched for her to retort.

“She won’t know many of the nuances or details, nor do I know the minutiae of Teto’s daily interactions with her friends. Some of her memories can stick, especially if they’re strong, but most of the time it’s actually hard to recall any specifics unless she or someone else thoroughly recounts it for me. For example, she’ll know that I’ve had this conversation with you, but all she’d know is that I explained this situation to you, and likely won’t have any context as to how our conversation got here and where it went afterwards.

“To answer your question, I think Teto felt a big change in my side of our shared memories. Remember, it’s not just the knowledge of the experience that’s shared, but also the feelings and emotions too. In fact, it’s mostly those, and not much of the knowledge. Given how I was feeling at the time, she probably thought the best person to send to me was Bia.”

“Why was she the best person to send, and not me?”

Alice let slip the last three words that were her inner thoughts, but it was too late to take it back. Her face instantly burned with embarrassment, prompting her to turn to hide it. On the other side, strangely, Kato turned his attention back to the ruckus on the ground with a satisfied expression, as if he got what he wanted.

“Honestly, the best would have been Teto, but I know why she’s distracted from us right now. That night, her group of friends dispersed acrimoniously, too.”

Hearing his non-answer, she wanted to take that burn back. Badly. And in her fury, she blurted out another impulsive objection.

“Then why wasn’t I choice number two?”

Kato smiled wryly. Shouts and a loud bang reached their ears, but neither of them was distracted by it.

“What other answer can I give, except to say that you should’ve been number two?”

Only then did she realize how stupid her question was, because there really was no other answer regardless of its truthfulness, yet irrationally she wanted to hear it all the same. Something dropped in her stomach as she subconsciously recognized that Kato was still hesitant to open up to her about deeper parts of himself; parts that concerned his true feelings for the girls around him.

“So, that’s why Teto sent Bianca to you.”

It was because Kato could open up to Bianca in a way that Alice would struggle to do so. This realization left a sour taste in her mouth as she was emotionally unwilling to accept it, and the frustration was clearly colouring her porcelain face.

“If it wasn’t for the long history between us, I think it was best to send nobody.”

She was reminded that she had only met this diehard group of friends really, only several weeks ago, and instantly regretted the thinly-veiled jealously that she displayed. She was now infinitely ashamed of herself for the emotional rollercoaster she took herself on, and buried her face in her hands.

Then, another thought occurred to her. In the midst of her busy head-spinning everyday life, she allowed a very important detail to slip her mind—though it was more likely because she had only seen her once since the end of the last school year. She was almost certain that there was something going on between Mirabelle and Kato, but it was Bianca who had a past involvement with him that everyone recognized. How was that possible?

“I made a fuss about it to Teto at the time, but now that you explained it to me, I think her judgment is correct.”

“Hah?”

“What?”

Under her own pressure, again words came streaming out of her mouth before she was able to think twice about it. Actually, it was a protective reaction to that pressure, almost as if she was afraid of something—afraid of herself.

“Her judgment is a reflection of mine. And while it might have been something I wanted, I’d never assume it’s correct.”

Kato shook his head amusedly as he gave her a lopsided smile, somewhere between disbelief of and belittling her opinion of his little sister’s judgment.

“That makes three of us, then. Why not? Bianca seems receptive of you, even if you have some history with her. Looks like a good time to patch things up and move on. Closer, too, if you want.”

He sighed.

“No one’s told you yet, right?”

“Actually, Evie explained this to me the other day.”

“Then you should already know the end of that story. The lesson learned is to maintain the status quo within the Elites, and that’s what I’ve been striving for.”

He didn’t tell her it was something he promised Bianca he’d do. That part, he didn’t want to mention.

“But clearly, the rest of the Elites aren’t doing that—especially Mayumi, even though in the end she failed her mission.”

“And where has that taken us?”

He twirled his finger in the air, highlighting the isolation of the Elites for the past week.

“If that’s the way you’ll do things, then you’ll always be a move behind everyone else. Rich for someone who asked me to not leave any regrets by taking action, but you’re making the same choices I had.”

“I see your point, but I’ll bite the bullet on this one. I’ll regret it when the time comes.”

Seeing him withdrawing from the topic and turning his eyes down towards the noisy crowd again, Alice was roiled with a mix of anxiety and uncertainty. She really wanted him to pursue this loose end in his life and not be emotionally held down by it forever. She really meant it, even if meant that Kato would start to drift away from her. But of course, that worked against her desire to become Kato’s closest one, which she found out recently to be a daunting, near impossible task.

Truthfully, she acted like this because she was afraid of what the consequences of becoming closer to Kato were. It was easier on her heart to keep the status quo around her, while quietly watching the world change around her—the easy way out. She already realized the contradictions in her words, because she knew she’d also regret sitting idly by. She laughed ruefully.

“Then, what will it take for you to make a move? A coup by the faculty?”

“How does that have anything to do with Bia?”

“Not her, I’m just talking about you. From what we know, Mira’s acting upon the will of the faculty, or so it seems. At this rate, it’ll only put us in opposition to Mira. You don’t think you won’t have any reservations when you have to fight against her? And what the fates of her sisters, including Bianca, will be?”

“…”

Like earlier, he didn’t know the answer to that question. However, he got a sinking feeling that he was slowly being dragged into the fight that was the power struggle in this school and what this represented in the real world. If he couldn’t prevent his participation, then he’d need to steel himself to be ready for it.

The scene below only served to solidify this assessment of his situation, so Alice was probably right. There was a world where Class F would come into conflict with the faculty’s agenda—if they weren’t already—and he and Mirabelle might end up on the opposing side of the conflict, not to mention Bianca and the rest of the Jupiter sisters. He sighed at the possibility of it, and the fractures that could bring and have already brought to the Elites. The path to return to peace was diminishing with each passing day, so he could only patiently await its reckoning and brace himself for the eventuality of his own intervention. He had responsibilities to attend to and things to lose in this fight, after all.

13 – (Wake Me Up) When October Ends

“Care for a treat?”

This was a bizarre scene. Stephen, with his occasionally gelled black hair inside of a cook’s fishnet, offered a bag of freshly made egg waffles to the unlikely duo of Caius and Cecilia. Not only that, but his eyes were narrow slits that scrutinized the pair excessively, as if he was about to murder them—the complete opposite of the words that came out of his mouth.

Though, he was giving it to them for free. The food stand he was working in was winding down its operations as the festival drew to a close, so it was more prudent to lower the price or even give out the leftover pastry, as they wouldn’t sell the next day, after the end of a festival.

While his eyes seemed to lase the two mercilessly, he was softer and more focused on Cecilia, expecting an answer from her.

“Yeah, uh, thanks.”

She accepted the gift warily with one hand, also expectant of questions from Stephen. Why one hand? The other hand held onto Caius’ hand. It was a classic instance of a public display of affection. As words flowed out, his mouth steadily twisted into a snarl.

“How are you finding the festival? Fun?”

“Fun enough, thanks. What about you?”

“Almost finished with my shift. Made some good money today and it’s back to regular part-time work tomorrow.”

“Good to hear, though I didn’t know you’re strapped for cash when you’re still with the family and Gilbert’s right hand man.”

The air around them was menacing, and if you looked very closely there were dark clouds coalescing around them, and Caius was caught in the midst of it.

“What a coincidence, I’m also kinda strapped for cash, too. Any chance you can introduce me to a part-time job?”

Caius’ attempt at small talk did not help. In fact, it ignited the powder keg immediately.

“How ‘bout I shove this spatula up your asshole, huh, convict?”

“I was released with all charges dropped. As much as I wanted to be a convict, I’m no longer such.”

“No, no, no. That’s not the point, okay? Stop provoking him, please! And Stephen, it’s fine to let him blabber on. You already know he’s a rude brat.”

Cecilia pleaded, and successfully this time, in part because both sides were exhausted after a long day.

“You really don’t hold back, huh?”

“Alice was right when she said the Elites were not tameable.”

Caius was the only one to complain about her remarks, though to be fair it was specifically scathing towards him.

“Caius, Stephen is my cousin. He’s from my uncle’s family on mom’s side.”

Then, somehow, everything clicked for Caius. Stephen was the one doing the rounds in the atrium at every lunch period they were holding a live concert, but not once did he break up the party. Cecilia seemed to be the reason for not jumping on them.

“That’s right, and get your filthy hands off of Cecilia this instant!”

Stephen’s growl returned as Cecilia took his side for a split second, and she immediately regretted it.

“Stephen!”

“But I don’t wanna~”

“Not helping, Caius!”

Exasperated, she watched in terror as Stephen dropped his kitchen tools and stomped his way out from the back of the stand, wondering why life had chosen these two volatile men to be in her life.


One defused confrontation later, Caius was sent waiting at a good number of stands away, out of earshot of Cecilia and Stephen. She wasn’t sure why, perhaps out of respect, but she always allowed Stephen to occupy a bit of her time.

“What’s the deal with you and the convict just now?”

“Convict? Is that any way to treat another human being?”

“If you have a problem with it, I could give you the same freedom speech you give me every time.”

Cecilia clicked her tongue, cursing him in her head for being absolutely inhospitable, but he was right as usual. Still, she miffed.

“What about me and Caius?”

“You know what it is! Why are you holding hands with him?!”

“That’s none of your business.”

It was his turn to be unreasonably upset.

“Hell yes it’s my business! A family of mine is cozying up to the seditious elements of the school! Do you know how much that’ll cost me?”

“And of course, this is all about you. I thought it might be out of concern for me, but I should’ve expected less.”

“If I did, you’d just tell me that I’m not your mother, so I just skipped to the chase.”

Cecilia reeled, thoroughly disgusted by his barbarity. On the other hand, it did merely sound like an older sibling that had a difficult relationship with her, the younger one.

Still, she was equally as surprised when she realized she unconsciously expected more kindness from Stephen, even after all this time. It probably came from his continued persistence for her attention, even if most of it were just errands from the family—and Stephen never once deceived her of his intentions.

“True, but you still could be nicer.”

“If being nice worked in this world, you and Aunt Nellie wouldn’t be living miserable lives.”

As nasty as that sounded, she was well aware of how Stephen treated his and Gilbert’s enemies, and despite their rough conversations, Stephen was actually in his most timid state. She knew she was lucky for him to entertain her complaints at all.

“Be nice to me, I mean. You’re welcome to be ungrateful to everyone else.”

“So you agree that I should continue to be ungrateful to the convict? I’m glad that you finally understand.”

Cecilia sighed again, and Stephen waited patiently for her to answer the original question. Somehow, he always had a grain of an older brother in him, and she didn’t know how that was even possible given his brutish behaviour all the time. Maybe it really was because of their blood relation.

“…”

“Are you throwing your hat into the ring? I’d suggest backing out right now, if you want to live out a simple, normal life as you intended. You wanted as much, since Donovan had been trying to date you over the last couple of years.”

Cecilia bristled at the mention of Donovan’s very public attempts at gunning for her hand. She didn’t have anything against Donovan personally, it was just that—

“—he’s not my type, okay? Get rid of all that facial hair and I might give some thought to it—”

Stephen interjected with a rare fit of laughs. Instantly, Cecilia realized she spoke her mind again and went tomato-red at his chortles. Now that she had said it, there was no taking it back.

“Aaaugh! It’s true, okay? Besides his slimey personality, there are plenty of other things about him that turned me off.”

“That’s why you’re so attached to the convict. He is literally the opposite of Donovan. How shallow can you get?”

“You’re still g’on about that? And shallow? Y’know how much offence girls take to that? With that attitude, you should be worried about your own future, not mine.”

“I do know, actually. But it’s still the most hilarious thing I’ve heard in a long time. Are you serious about Caius, though?”

Caius? Not ‘convict’?

“…I’d be lying if I said no, but it’s not a yes either. In either case, he’s a close friend and a good person, and so are the chumps in Class F. They just had a huge spat, and we’re still figuring out what to do with the fallout.”

“It was quite a public display back there.”

“Were you there?”

“No, but some of my lackeys saw the scene. I mean, it was right there in the square. It’s out in the open.”

To that, she didn’t have a comeback. It was true. Stephen’s expression returned to his usual harsh one, and his words the same.

“You’re gonna make enemies out of a lot of people, including myself, at school. Luckily, no one will bother to go after you outside of school, but that is not much better. Miss Alice is able to make that leap because she has her own clout, enough to be a nominee for the nomenklatura, but do you have what it takes to turn against the establishment? And me?”

“That, I have no doubt about.”

“Without thought for the consequences? I thought you wanted to live your life in peace, like Aunt Nellie.”

“I do. As a part of that, I have to support my friends when they’re in a pinch.”

“You don’t have to be this involved. Shouldn’t a light, healthy friendship be enough to support them?”

“What? Are you jealous that I was holding hands with another guy?”

Stephen’s face hardened as she half-joked. It fell poorly on him, she realized, and wondered why.

“Jealous or not, it’s a matter of you getting swept up in Class F’s revolutionary activities. You will have to face its consequences, and I might be compelled to play the villain.”

“Oh? Like you’re not already the villain?”

“If you’re that confident about yourself, then maybe my concerns are misplaced.”

Though a little surprised and annoyed that Stephen softened so quickly and didn’t fight back, her tone remained as ungrateful as his.

“They were always misplaced, if you didn’t realize. I told you so many times, but you don’t have to look out for me or Mom. G’night.”

“Figures. Have a good evening, Cecilia.”

As Stephen shrugged and was about to turn away, Cecilia remembered and caught him again.

“By the way, do you really need to work part-time? Aren’t you a big mobster? A mid-boss at least?”

“I’m the second-last boss, not the mid-boss. And yes, it’s necessary to work a part-time job. Shouldn’t you be working too?”

“Mom said to make use of school, so I only have a few part-time jobs on the weekends.”

“Cool. That sounds like Aunt Nellie, to be honest.”

Before he turned again, he gave a quick once-over at Cecilia’s figure and left a cryptic—at least to her—parting reply.

“You look really pretty in your yukata. I’m glad you stopped by here today.”

Cecilia could only remain rooted in place, completely stunned at the two compliments that spilled out gently from Stephen’s foul mouth. Not in the seventeen years she had known him that she thought he would attempt to flatter her at all, so it utterly shattered her own beliefs and convictions about him and their relationship.

Stephen noticed the shock on her face immediately, though it was not at all subtle, and chuckled again.

“Didn’t you ask me to be nicer to you just now?”

And with a smirk he returned and disappeared into the back of the shop. What in the world is going on, she thought.


Though the pair continued to march through the streets on their last leg of the trip to Cecilia’s bus stop, they no longer held hands. To be fair, it was only on the spur of the moment and it supposedly didn’t carry any real meaning. Cecilia couldn’t help but think about it over and over again, albeit quietly in the back of her mind.

“He was really menacing back there, but is he normally like that? Outside of school I mean, since he seems on edge all the time at school.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, he’s a real piece of work wherever he goes. It’s a pain in the ass to deal with, to be honest.”

While she stumbled as she was still perplexed over the abnormal conversation with Stephen, Caius didn’t take too much note of her heightened anxiousness. After all, Stephen’s whole reputation was that he was a difficult human being to interact with.

“From what you told me, your families were separated even before you were born. And yet he never leaves you alone?”

“He comes at the behest of my uncle, Vincent. Apparently, my uncle’s really attached to my mom, so he’s always asking her to come home.”

“Ah, that does sound like a pain in the ass to deal with.”

“Yeah. Other than that, Stephen’s not really much more. Just a messenger boy for an annoying relative.”

“Ouch. That’ll bruise his ego quite a bit.”

“I think he’s used to it now. I say that to his face at every opportunity I get. And if I know anything about you, you would definitely do the same.”

“Of course I would. That big dick energy of his needs to be cut down to size.”

“…what?”

Slightly exasperated at his choice of words, they turned the corner at a leisurely pace to the sheltered bus stop at the side of the main road. The area was well-lit as an abundance of vehicles and pedestrians chugged along, though this volume was nothing compared to the daytime. The night city was moving on with its business unabated.

However, their comfortable stroll was put to a halt as they spotted a few familiar girls sitting on a waist-high cement ledge that separated the paved sidewalk from the green park it posed as a barrier for. The soil behind them was filled almost right up to the top, with a myriad of trees and shrubbery beyond. The branches stretched enough outwards to be due for a trimming by the city’s park services.

The seated girls were in a sour mood, and the one with the malignant eye was especially dumbstruck. Their amazing profiles drew the attention of the men waiting around at the bus stop, though they were intimidated by a frightening bodyguard next to the girls—and incidentally was also absolutely gorgeous in her yukata.

Noticing the duo, Mayumi quickly stood up from between Scarlett and Ariel, and scurried past Evie to greet the two with reddened eyes and a diluted smile.

“Hey, you guys are still here.”

“Well, of course. The fireworks were still going on. How’re you faring?”

“You’ve heard what happened, right?”

“Of sorts. So, how does it feel to be utterly rejected?”

At Caius’ bluster, Cecilia got a little anxious again, but surprisingly Mayumi was quite composed.

“Utterly un-fabulous, I’d say. Our plans have yielded zero returns.”

“That’s unfortunate, but I told you at the start, didn’t I? There was a good chance it’ll all blow up in your face.”

“Man, why’re you so unpleasant right when you don’t need to be?”

Caius laughed at Mayumi’s pout.

“Dunno, but you seem to be doing all right here. Was it still too rude to ask?”

“Hell yeah, it was. I’m a pure-hearted maiden, despite my appearances. Being heartbroken still hurts.”

Mayumi’s relative calm was from her slow motions and deliberation. If she fired on all cylinders like she normally did, her hands would be shaking and her words would be stammering. She took a deep breath, bit her lip and bowed in front of Caius.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this. Kato’s right. There was no acceptable reason to involve you, but I did it precisely because I wanted to atone for my mistakes. I realize now that whatever happened in the past is the past. I—”

Caius heaved a long sigh before he shook Mayumi out of her bow, prompting her to look up at him in bewilderment. His expression was neither charming, nor was it vindictive. Instead, he was clearly spent, even lost interest in this whole thing, and his movements were as slow as Mayumi’s.

“Yeah, he’s right on that front. I didn’t need to be involved, but it’s not for him to decide whether I do or don’t. I take your kindness at face value and I appreciate your efforts, and I won’t have it any other way. This is the kind of person you are, and if he can no longer treasure that, that’s his problem.”

“Wow, that kinda hurt.”

Of course. To again hear that Kato no longer loved her, and to hear it from the boy she betrayed and rejected, felt like smearing an open wound, exposed pink flesh and all, on the sandy pavement ground. Caius was unrepentant.

“But he was wrong on one thing. He could only think that because he didn’t trust you to really love him, and I know for a fact that that’s wrong as hell. I would know.”

Implying, of course, Mayumi had never loved Caius the way she did for Kato. Unable to take any more of Caius’ spiteful antics, Cecilia took a step forward and took in Mayumi’s trembling hands.

“There, there. You can ignore the insensitive idiot. If he’s gonna do that, it’s obvious why you haven’t chosen him, right?”

Light returned to Mayumi’s mismatched eyes as Caius shrugged at Cecilia’s jib, smirking all the while too.

“Yeah, what a bastard Caius is. What the hell.”

Quietly, Mayumi reached out and hugged her tightly. Mayumi was definitely worn out and had cried her heart out already—and somehow Cecilia noticed that, so she reciprocated the hug gently.

“Heartbroken girls need something sweet to soothe the heartache, y’know?”

She pulled out the last paper bag of egg waffles that Stephen left with her and Mayumi teared up at the sight of it. It was a classic Yue pastry and dessert, after all. She reached in for a gigantic piece and stuffed it in her mouth, bulging cheeks and smiling brightly for the first time in a long time.

“Shankyuu, Sheshilia.”

Cecilia smiled back, and inexplicably the tension among all of them dissipated. She then shot Caius a glance, who shrugged ruefully; he was still terrible at having any positivity in his demeanour, exuding only edge even in this situation. Cecilia was a little exasperated at that and almost lodged a complaint at the obvious Tommy impersonator, but Evie interjected right on time.

“Did you sock him?”

“…how did you even come up with a question like that?”

Caius was incredulous, as was usual with Evie.

“So you did, right?”

“Uh, yes…”

Evie nodded satisfactorily. During the exchange Ariel joined with Mayumi, literally hugging her and also eating the egg waffles—they were the exact same height and had very contrasting hair colours, which gave off a “twins” sort of feel with the two of them glued together. Seeing Mayumi and Cecilia’s sheer surprise, Ariel helped to explain Evie’s incomplete expressions of her thoughts.

“Evie asked because something like this happened before. Last time, it was Eon who tried to beat up Kato, and Kato returned a few of the punches. Caius is lucky to escape unscathed this time around.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Eon came out with injuries in that confrontation. What a joke that was. Kato clearly had to hold back, or he could’ve straight up crushed him.”

“Well, yes. All he did was deflect Eon’s punches, and Eon got a bunch of bruises from that.”

“Wait, what? Why did Eon have to fight Kato?”

It was Mayumi’s turn to ask incredulously, to which Ariel gave Caius a questioning stare, clearly blaming him for Mayumi’s confusion.

“Did nobody tell you about it?”

“No, this is the first time I’m hearing this.”

Ariel narrowed her eyes as Caius avoided her glare and fake-whistled as if it had nothing to do with him. Of course it did, and Ariel had to be the one to clean up after his mess. Then again, if Mayumi was staying with them for the year, eventually she would learn of it one way or another. Caius let another passive-aggressive comment drip from his mouth.

“Thanks, Evie. Nice timing.”

“Ha?”

Grieving at the true cause of the cat getting out of its bag, Caius’ shifty eyes were not lost on Mayumi, and she was hooked.

“Ariel, what actually happened?”

She really didn’t want to explain right away, but she had no choice. It was probably unfair to Mayumi, too, to keep her in the dark. Strangely, Cecilia watched on with jubilant curiosity, her rarely sparkling eyes egging Ariel on. She sighed, still hugging her old friend close to her.

“You already know that there’s gonna be a mind-wipe lined up for us after we graduate, right? In order for Kato, Evie and Teto to become Hearts. We also didn’t know about it until very recently.”

“How recent is ‘very recent’?”

“A couple of years ago, right before senior high. Because of it, there was a huge meltdown of Kato’s own doing. I think he couldn’t accept it as reality, and it all shattered in spectacular fashion.”

Mayumi was a mix of intrigued and confused, while the onlookers who were in the know had their heads down or turned away. Scarlett was especially sad, whose innocent heart was made of pure gold. It was undoubtedly an unpleasant memory.

“At the time, Kato and Bia were together in all but name. Eon was Bia’s matchmaker, and I was Kato’s—sort of. Unfortunately, at around the time when their not-so-secret relationship progressed to the point where they became fully aware of how close they’ve gotten, we learned that all of us will be subject to the mind-wipe.”

“Wait, hold up. Kato and Bia were together? This is news to me! What do you mean by that?!”

Jumping at the revelation and holding, rather comically, the white-haired cat-like Jupiter sister under her armpits at arm’s length, Mayumi interrupted in a panic.

“Bia was together with him in the same way that you wanted, Mayumi. The difference was, Kato was and is probably still in love with Bia.”

She slowly let go of Ariel even before she finished her sentence, already dumbfounded by her future sight. Drooping and moping again, Mayumi bemoaned.

“Ha…hah…so that was it, huh. That’s how it is. I didn’t know. Things have really changed in the time that I’ve been gone…”

It was Ariel’s turn to hold Mayumi together again.

“It all ended in a dramatic failure, Mayumi, so even without Bia, it wouldn’t have changed today’s outcome; especially because of the way that it played out.”

“Oh, right. How did it end?”

Like a yo-yo she was pulled back to reality, though with a few more reservations in her mind.

“Kato screwed it all up. He used the mind-wipe as an excuse to reject her, and in Evie’s words, Eon socked him for that. That’s all.”

“That’s all?! What happened after that?”

“Well, they didn’t get together for real, that’s for sure. Kato’s too busy struggling internally against his new reality to care about my sister’s feelings.”

“That’s right. A snide jab a day keeps Kato away, and in check.”

Caius interjected to agree with Ariel’s not-so-great assessment of Kato, which then fell on Mayumi’s deaf ears anyway.

“Hah, really? Well, I can’t blame him. His whole world will be erased and he’ll start everything at zero again. It’s not a responsibility that a middle-schooler can reasonably take on.”

“You’re still being nice to Kato? Being head over heels over him must do that to a person.”

“No, Ariel. I’m saying I dodged a rather fatal bullet on this one.”

They both grinned at Kato’s expense, prompting the others to laugh at the situation too.

“But hold up. I thought it was Mira who, y’know, should be the chosen one instead of Bia. I thought as much when Mira asked me to come back to Korolev district.”

Suddenly, all those around her except Cecilia turned serious. The first part made sense, but the second part most definitely did not. Evie was the first to speak, and did so almost angrily.

“…what do you mean, Mira asked you to come back?”

“Huh? Didn’t you guys already know? I thought if Mira was the one who came to me, that you guys would be the first to know.”

“How did Mira get you to agree to come back? She must’ve offered you something to convince you.”

Caius said stiffly, and Mayumi was a little spooked by the wariness in the Elites around her. Even her eye saw nothing but a haze, which meant that everyone held very mixed feelings about the issue that seemed to be problematic to everyone but her.

“Uh…she came by several times trying to get me to leave Regia Miriam and return to Korolev, and…well, she said she won’t interfere with, y’know, whatever I want to do with the Elites…and Kato.”

Mayumi said sheepishly, her face burning up.

“Just that? I didn’t know Mira had to give you permission in order to flirt with Kato.”

“I mean, she was his chosen one, even back in those days! Y’all know this! ‘Coz to me, for the longest time, Kato was only a loyal sidekick…”

“So you were already aware that she was his chosen one, yet you decided to return at a disadvantage anyway.”

Caius continued to rib Mayumi for no good reason, and she grimaced as she shoved an unfriendly hand into his shoulder.

“What do you mean? It’s an advantage, right? Though with Bia in the picture, I guess it was all moot.”

“More importantly, do you remember around what time she asked you to return?”

Ariel asked soberly, pulling Mayumi back to the main topic.

“Uh, I think it was around four weeks ago, just a few days after school started. At first, I kept on declining her request, but after a week, she kinda got desperate.”

It was right after they decided to head to the Bozz. Ariel had a bad feeling about Mirabelle and her intentions.

“Desperate? How?”

“Well, initially she didn’t offer me anything, and I’m not gonna move just on a whim, but eventually she agreed to three things; that bit with Kato is the first one. The second one is clearing my delinquency record.”

“You had a delinquency record?”

“Heh. Let’s just say my eye caused more trouble than it’s worth.”

“It’s about cheating on exams.”

Ariel shrugged at exposing Mayumi’s misdeeds, who in turn shook the platinum-haired girl in her arms with distress.

“The third was to rehabilitate my mom’s status. In exchange for all of this, I was asked to return to Korolev, join the student council and obey her at school.”

“So you knew we were student council executives already.”

“Had to pretend I didn’t know, but in any case, she herself never showed up, not even once, so she never got me to do anything for her.”

“I beg to differ. You’re already doing everything she wants you to. Signing up for the drama department, leading the anti-neutrality protests, and even with Kato. I’ll bet she wanted you to do all of that.”

Mayumi frowned.

“Ignoring how that’s possible for a sec, if that’s the case, then what’s her objective?”

“I haven’t figured that out yet.”

Ariel shrugged, to which all the bystanders closed in around her in protest.

“Wait a minute! Then what was all that about!?”

“You’ve gotta explain yourself now!”

“What’s the master plan in your head, Ariel?”

“…!”

Scarlett was the only one who was more anxious than upset, and for good reason. She knew better than to say anything, and let Ariel easily lie through her teeth.

“No one brings the illustrious Mayumi back to Korolev for no reason. Just look at the mess she’s already made at school. My gut tells me it’s definitely intentional, but that’s all I can intuit. I’m as clueless about Mira’s plans as you guys are.”

The storm died as quickly as it came.

“What I’m saying is, be on the lookout for clues, even if Mira isn’t physically here. The direction we’re taking the revolutionaries, we probably need to be on guard with it in regards to Mira’s intentions.”

Ariel simultaneously warned the group and enlisted them to her intelligence network. This mission, though, was to surveil her own boss and elder sister. Abruptly, she tossed the conversation back to Mayumi.

“Mayumi, you still have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Oh, right.”

She cleared her throat at Ariel’s return throw.

“Uh, I got a lot out of Mira for me to come back. It’s not like I don’t want to see you guys, but I have my own business to handle at Regia Miriam. I really did have to let everything go to come back here.”

“Your mother didn’t like it?”

Caius asked first, surprisingly. They knew Mayumi only had a single mother taking care of her, and from their limited experience, her mother wasn’t very friendly or motherly either.

“Mom was a mobster, remember? But she lost her nomenklatura status in an acrimonious fashion, so naturally she had given up on serving Eternia and hanging on to the social ladder. Disenchanted, to say the least. Whatever she did or was done to her, I’ve come back here to bring it to justice.”

“Wait, what?”

Mayumi gave another sheepish smile.

“Remember when Kato saved my life? That was the trigger that lost Mom her job, and why I had to move out and away so quickly.”

The group did another double take, with Cecilia almost spitting out the egg waffles in her mouth. Mayumi continued.

“My birth father is a prominent man from the Liguro family. They were both nomenklatura, but my mother was only able to scale the hierarchy with the help of my father’s more legitimate nomenklatura status. My mother was supposed to be his wife, but a third wheel got in the way.

“Of course, my mother’s a stubborn, prideful workaholic that didn’t tolerate injustices like that, so while she didn’t lose her nomenklatura status, her vehement opposition to it cost her reputation. From the moment I was born, we lived away from the Liguro family for as long as I could remember, but as we’re technically family, I still know who they are, and my mother continued to work for Eternia alongside them.

“You can tell what the atmosphere was like. They constantly played politics against each other within the organization, and their whole relationship was fraught with instability and fear. Over the years, and being a single mother throughout, it wore her down into a…pitiful state.

“The problem was that the top brass of Eternia really didn’t like how this was going down. My parents and the third wheel were essentially making light of the entire nomenklatura by being engaged in this kind of petty and scandalous behaviour. Mom was already walking on eggshells because of that, but like politicians, they’re politicians because they know how to play the game, and Mom played it well enough. But when Kato asked Lady Eterna to save me, it cost Mom her nomenklatura status.”

“Why’s that a thing?”

“Because I have the power of clairvoyance. It seemed like neither Mom nor Dad ever told their bosses that their kid had this power. There’s no rule against not telling, but it really stretched their trust in her. It became the straw that broke the camel’s back, when the verdict was that Mom’s to blame for withholding that information. It was hard to argue against it because we lived separately from my father ever since I was born. With enough tardy strikes, let’s say, Mom was stripped of her position and status, hence I was taken away from Korolev.”

“How does that make sense? Just because you had clairvoyance, your mum gets fired from her job?”

“You have to remember that Eternia is as much an alchemical occult society as it is a mafia. While in the modern day there’s not much occult and only alchemy left, it still didn’t sit well with the brass when Mom kept it a secret from them for that long, that I had such a powerful clairvoyance. Maybe Mom was afraid I was going to be subject to cruel scientific experiments, and I respect her for that, but she chose the thug life in the first place, and working in the mafia comes with some territory. So, from the Eternian point of view, it looked like Mom was distrustful of them, so of course they’d retaliate with the same. They essentially exiled her.”

The people around her were silent, unsure of how to even digest Mayumi’s story. For the Elites, it was also the true explanation for her original departure, and the sudden and ruthless nature of it.

“…so, Mira promised to restore your mother’s position in Eternia…as a nomenklatura?”

“Not nomenklatura—just her reputation so she can rejoin the organization.”

“On what basis does Mira have to convince you that she can do it?”

Caius asked cautiously, unable to fathom how that was even possible for Mirabelle to offer. Sure, she was quite influential within the circles of children of their year, but for the real mafia? Really, only the most important children were involved at this age, and for a child to be in a position of power, only Mona and Gilbert could pass both criteria, and they only held those because of exceptional circumstances unrelated to school. As far as the Elites and her own sisters knew, Mirabelle and her family didn’t have the necessary pedigree to be on their level just yet.

“It’s already done. That was the collateral I thought was impossible for her to achieve, but she did it. My mother, of course, refused to return to Eternia. It didn’t change her or her depression one bit, but it was justice in my eyes. No matter how much my life was saved by Lady Eterna, that was a done deal made by Kato; he had already paid for it. If Eternia denounced my mother for an infraction she didn’t deserve, then I’d have no reason to return to Korolev.”

“What…”

“Mira has enough power to do that?”

Confused faces included the present Jupiter sisters, even if they had some knowledge of Mirabelle’s situation. Still, it was clear that they had no idea Mirabelle was capable of this.

“This just adds more mystery to the situation than solves it. We knew Mira had her own thing going on, but this is going really far; too far, isn’t it?”

Caius asked Ariel, though he almost spat those words out. There was no love lost between Mirabelle and the other men of the Elites.

“Hm.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Mayumi asked Caius at Ariel’s hesitation.

“Mira is student council president for a reason. Undoubtedly, she has some connections to the Eternian establishment within the school, and as a Jupiter family member, that’s not all that out of the ordinary.”

Ariel nodded. The Jupiter family was an old Auxirian noble family that owned land in this border region between Auxiria and Ava—since the founding of Livia as a Yue colonial settlement. To maintain their de jure noble privileges and to gain benefits locally, they acted as middlemen between Eternia and the Auxirian aristocracy for generations. The family’s responsibilities were true even to this day, though only a select few would become heavily involved in the family business, and Ariel’s immediate family weren’t the only Jupiters around to handle it.

“Remember around the time you left us, Mira started to disappear from school from time to time? It’s because she agreed to take on some of the family business when she grows up, meaning she’ll work with the mob—not directly in the mob, but in its immediate peripheries.”

They all nodded at Caius, as the Elites (except Cecilia) were aware of the Jupiter family’s unique role.

“I’ll also become a similar existence, after all.”

Ariel said steadily, to the surprise of Mayumi and Cecilia. Ariel’s genius was well-known, and being born into such a family meant that her future was predetermined.

“But Mira’s future role will be very difficult, so she’s been receiving extra tutoring outside of school. I can only imagine what kind of things they teach her in the mafia.”

As the landed gentry and not the palace nobility, the Jupiters’ interests naturally swung toward Livia rather than the imperial capital, which meant they were much closer to the mob than their noble peers. As such, it was inevitable that ambitious children like Mirabelle would need to be taught the ropes by learning directly from the mob.

“She still haven’t told us what she’s gonna be doing. Is she gonna be a tax collector? Is that it?”

Evie asked. That was one of such positions for someone with a unique and sophisticated pedigree like Mirabelle’s, working for the mob but not directly. These were jobs for those who were in limbo, between being a member of the mob and being an outsider.

“Not sure. I, for one, will be an archaeologist.”

“Is that even a broker job?”

“I could be a golf club owner too, but either way I’m setting up a storefront of some kind. Might as well do something I’m interested in.”

The Jupiters’ extended family was large, and while Ariel wouldn’t be the one succeeding the household, she was selected to de facto be heading the business. For some time it was a choice between Ariel and Mirabelle, but once Mirabelle decided to do something else for the family business, Ariel was the clear favourite.

And it was obvious that none of the Jupiters would ever officially join Eternia. By virtue of their family’s place in society, it was most definitely not allowed. Caius heaved another breath before his disgust bled out in his words again.

“Mira’s scheming something from behind the scenes, and she’s involved us in her games. Do you know what that means? She’s using us as pawns in some under-the-table battle against her enemies within the establishment. I usually don’t care about your family’s connections to Eternia, but this has gone too far. Mira knew full well what would happen to us by bringing Mayumi back here, and she had desperately tried to get her to come back, meaning she knowingly threw us under the bus.”

“I don’t disagree with that.”

Ariel mused, unable to refute Caius.

“Sorry but not sorry, Mayumi, but you’re a walking landmine that has already triggered. It was obvious even to us what would happen if you came back, and the two of you even negotiated an agreement on that basis. There was no world where you would come back and let the issue between you and Kato lie peacefully.”

“Uh, mhn…”

Mayumi admitted awkwardly. It was true, after all, though it still hurt to have it spelled out so clearly in words.

“This is proof that Mira tossed us aside in order to reach whatever political goals she has planned for Korolev. She’s been involved with the Eternian establishment at Korolev for years now, and according to Ariel and Mayumi, she should be quite high up in their hierarchy, right? Also, if Ariel’s supposition that merely Mayumi’s presence in school will cause extensive political upheaval and distress, which is already proving to be true, then I have no choice but to believe that that’s the case.”

No one said a word. Caius was right; it was just that no one wanted to say it out loud. Ariel and Scarlett were especially baffled, because even as sisters and fellow student council executives, they were blindsided by Mirabelle’s political manoeuvres—manoeuvres of an executive who wasn’t even physically present at school. To top it all off, it was Mirabelle’s apparent willingness to risk breaking apart her friends for some vague political gain that drove the uncanny silence that gathered around Caius’ apprehension.

They would likely play into Mirabelle’s hands, but it was too late to stop it now. They could only watch the revolution at school unravel, with Mayumi at the helm and the Elites by her side.

“That being said, we’re still very much in the dark. There’re a lot of things we still don’t know, and probably for us, we won’t know before it’s too late. We’ll have to take it up with Kato tomorrow.”

At Mayumi’s eyes that turned anxious, Caius corrected himself.

“I’ll have to take it up with him tomorrow. He’s gonna be neck-deep in any problem with Mira in it, so he’ll be solving this problem for us. Does Bia know anything about this?”

“No, I don’t think so. We’ve been holding student council together without Mira, but it’s weird how we, too, were kept in the dark about this. Scarlett, did you hear anything related to this about Mira?”

“No, I haven’t either. I only know as much as you do.”

The mystery stirred in the air around them, but they had no further leads to Mirabelle’s secret plans. Mayumi, too, fell silent.

“If Mayumi doesn’t have anything else either, why don’t we leave it at that for tonight? I’ll brief Kato later, and we’ll regroup tomorrow.”

Mayumi shook her head, so Evie canned the conversation as she pointed upwards at the clear night sky. It resumed shining brightly in bits and pieces of gunpowder, reminding the sad group of their original purpose here, from which they had veered far, far away from. It was the last set of fireworks to close out this year’s Equinox. The light and fire was extinguished as with the Elites and their circumstance, and thus the frosty season began in earnest.

12 – A Fixture in the City of Lust

“—!”

“Oh—Gilbert. Mona.”

“Good evening, Kato, Bianca.”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our resident Eternian deity and Madam Chancellor up here on the rooftop.”

Out of the blue, they were confronted by a short, temperamental girl with an auburn bobcut and a tall, handsome boy with long, wavy, mop-like black hair. Kato was only a little surprised, as he had felt their presences earlier. Bianca, on the other hand, jumped at the sight of the Class A faction leaders and hurriedly let go of Kato, a little flustered at the interruption.

“What’s up?”

Kato was unperturbed, greeting the exceptionally tall man and his precocious partner. As usual, Gilbert was composed and unfazed with his thin smile. Instead, the runt next to him got worked up for him, sneering at the wary Eternian.

“You really do have the temerity to speak to us in that tone. Have you learned nothing since we last met?”

“Mona, we’re not here to trade insults with Kato tonight. It’s the Equinox, after all.”

“You can leave her antagonism be, Gilbert. I don’t remember us being on good terms anyway, so that’s expected from Mona.”

Kato shrugged as he stood up from the bench to greet the two. Bianca hastily followed suit, picking herself back up from her nervousness.

“Reasonable. I suppose you’re not used to wearing geta, Bianca?”

“N-no, Gilbert. I don’t have many chances to wear these.”

Gilbert said calmly. Like other men at the festival he was in a customary bathrobe similar to Kato’s, though his flip-flops were much more sophisticated with rubber that made it more like sandals. Mona wore a yukata that was pitch-black, reminding Kato of Mayumi’s and making his heart wring involuntarily.

“And it’s been a treat to see Madam Chancellor cuddled up against Kato. I see how it is. Goodness, how many points are there on your triangle, hmm?”

Mona’s grin was as devious as it could get, and Bianca squirmed in place at the pressure of those words. Exceeding expectations, Kato’s relatively good mood had still not been spoiled by Mona’s animosity.

“Look, Mona. I asked for her to stay with me, so can’t you lay off on that? No need to make this a poop-slinging contest.”

“In my time here, I have never seen a chancellor this love-struck and pathetic. If I wasn’t aware of what was really going on, I would’ve thought she was a pure-hearted maiden in love—though to be fair that’s not very far from the truth.”

“I, too, know Bia has once been an ass—like you are right now, in fact. But one of the two asses grew up and matured, while the other remained a spoiled child, am I right?”

“I wasn’t referring to that, but okay. I’d rather be a spoiled child than disgrace myself with such weakness. Imagine succumbing to your hormones. I don’t need that crap when it clouds judgment.”

“And you think you’re the pinnacle of sound judgment?”

“More than you’d want to give me credit for. Have I made a single mistake in the years you’ve known me?”

“I don’t know you that well, Mona…”

“—I was in your class at one point!”

“And I don’t remember you being very chummy-buddy with me.”

“That’s enough pleasantries for now.”

Gilbert put a pin in their unfriendly exchange, as expected from the no-nonsense person in the gathering. Bianca breathed a sigh of relief at the halted insults, though her face was still deep-red with embarrassment. More importantly, no one else seemed to know what Mona was referring to, and Mona herself didn’t press on it further.

As an aside, Mona was at Korolev district longer than Gilbert had, joining somewhere in the middle of primary school. Before her rise to power, she was just one of many children of status stuck in the lower classes until Gilbert arrived to take the middle school scene by storm and climbed the hierarchy together in a utilitarian alliance.

For Kato, he was a little surprised at Bianca’s compliant, even frightened demeanour. Normally, she was the tenaciously defiant one, but with Gilbert taking control of the conversation, he missed an opportunity to ask—not that it was a good idea to ask in front of Gilbert and Mona anyway. He turned back to Gilbert just in time for him to start speaking.

“Kato. I need to talk to you.”

Gilbert took a step forward as Mona gave a short and irritated “tch”.  Whatever it was, it wasn’t good news for anyone.

“I thought we’re enemies, Gilbert. You need a word with me?”

“Personally, I do hate you, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be a potential business partner.”

“Hoho? As expected, you have a heart of steel. Or gold. If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to stomach my pride like that.”

“It’s not a necessary skill, but it’s a useful skill.”

“Whatever, dude. I’m not that person, that’s all. Now, what am I gonna be assisting you with?”

“I’ll start with school and the PSC. Is it true that it was Madam Chancellor who solicited your lot to play music in the atrium?”

While Bianca straightened herself at her call, Kato put a hand to his hip, bemused at Gilbert.

“If you already know, why ask? And with you resigned from the PSC, what’s even your purpose for still looking after them?”

“There’s actually more to this than just school and the PSC, if you can believe it.”

Unflinching, Gilbert continued, but with a slight change in strategy. Glancing at the two women they brought with them and their discordant auras—each upset for their own reasons—he wanted to cut it to the chase.

“I want you to protect Alice and grant her her wishes. That’s what you said you’ll do, back in the middle of our Class War, right?”

“Something like that. As an Elite, of course I would. The question is, what in the world is going on now?”

“All right. Then, I’ll tell you that she’s in danger of being forced out of Korolev Senior. Not immediately, but in the near future.”

“Wasn’t that danger from you and Mona to start with? Who else does Alice need to give her shares of her family business to now?”

“Well, it seems that we weren’t the only ones who had some funny ideas, but this time it’s not just about a family feud. It’s about the intentions of the faculty. The very school she wants to continue to attend is after her. It’s no simple matter—an expulsion from Korolev Senior will destroy her nomenklatura nomination.”

“The faculty?”

Kato frowned on the mention of the nomenklatura. This was probably just as, if not more, important to her than staying in their school. Alice wanted to stay connected to Kato and Evie’s world after they leave, rather than be subject to the mind wipe and lose all her memories of them. Gilbert shook his head.

“Will you promise to commit yourself to protecting Alice? If you do, and if we can acknowledge each other as allies, we’ll keep talking.”

“If I said yes, would you even believe me? And if you’re telling me this, why not tell it to Alice herself too?”

“You’re right. And I don’t mind keeping Alice in the loop, but anyway, after you hear me out, think about whether to go over it with her later, or not.”

Folding his arms, Kato shot a sharp glance at Madam Chancellor next to him.

“What do you think? What are the chances that this is some kind of farce?”

Bianca’s voice was soft and feeble, but steady nonetheless. Just why she was shaken this much, Kato now wanted to know even more.

“I think it’s legit. I also think the faculty’s overzealous persecution of the old PSC is a little suspicious. Let’s hear what Gilbert has to say.”

Gilbert nodded.

“If you would forgive me, Bianca, but in my opinion you’re under-qualified for your current position. I don’t mean it as disrespect, but taking the role of temporary president for this long must be difficult work and challenging to hold everything together. In fact, you deserve lots of credit for holding on for this long.”

“Ah, mhm. You’re not wrong. I know the limits of my ability. Mira’s the president for a reason.”

“If only Mirabelle can return to put a leash on the other factions, but I understand why she left our school for the time being.”

Gilbert finally caught Kato’s undivided attention, who scowled as he spat out.

“What’s this about Mirabelle?”

“We’ll get there, but let’s go over Alice’s problem first.”

Gilbert held a hand out for a shake, and without hesitation Kato grabbed it. Bianca couldn’t retort fast enough to put a pause on them, and was fairly spooked that the conversation returned to Mirabelle and her extended absence, which Kato was not allowed to know about yet.

“Then, I’ll accept that we are allies on some level. So, I’m guessing that Mona knows about this as well?”

“Good. And yes, she does. And from her and my own intelligence, your good friend Mayumi too may be involved in this.”

“Go on.”

Kato growled. Gilbert mentioned three names already and he didn’t like where the conversation was going.

“Now, let’s start. Did you know that the faculty belongs to the pan-blue camp, or if there are independents among them, they’re mostly blue-leaning? A blue faculty, if you must.”

“Then you got the short end of the stick in the pan-blue camp’s power struggles. My condolences.”

“No need, no need. Now, do you also know that the drama department is independent from Class A. It was not my decision to install Donovan as Marshal, though everyone seems to think it is. Donovan’s assignment is, as publicly stated, a decision by the faculty. Why? Because there was supposed to be a Donovan faction, not a Gilbert faction. He was supposed to be in Class A.”

“Come again?”

“Remember that Mona and I climbed up through the ranks, including through your class. But not every faction leader is created that way. In fact, most of the time a successor is groomed into the position of Marshal or Chairman, and Donovan is one of them. Both myself and Mona are merely usurpers who were able to build bases of support for ourselves.”

Gilbert folded his arms as he continued.

“Donovan’s ticket was backed by members of the faculty with vested interests in certain sectors of the underworld. As a quick background check, Donovan’s family runs about a third of the gambling rings in all of Candor. That’s a major vested interest if you’ve ever seen one.”

Kato was not impressed.

“So? What does Donovan have to do with anything?”

Gilbert pointed at himself.

“The blue faculty took their time and sweat to groom their preferred candidates for the AC and the PSC, only to have those positions taken over by Mona and myself, so they’ll inevitably be spiteful towards us and the people around us. Alice was a part of the establishment like anyone else was. The haves are all blue-leaning, and they will not tolerate any defections to the yellow camp—which Alice has done. Conveniently, this also doubled as a punitive measure against me, to satisfy that spitefulness. This is why they took action.”

“And the have-nots are pan-yellow, dedicated to rebellion and revolution. Of course, but is that really enough reason to go after Alice?”

“I don’t have enough information to know for sure if this is all, or if there is a deeper reason for it. However, the Alice gambit itself is definitely true. They’re looking for a way to discredit and disgrace her and the people around her, in school and in the Eternian circles. This is why I’m asking you for your help.”

“And why would I ever help you?”

“Well, you’ll just be helping yourself and Alice, that’s all. By corollary, you’ll be helping me.”

“Then can I know why you’re still trying to help Alice? I thought she’s not your problem anymore.”

“Of course, there’s a cynical reason. However, wouldn’t it be easier for you to think I’m doing this based on my emotions?”

“That’s actually harder to imagine, to be honest.”

“Then how about this? Both Mona and I want Alice to join the nomenklatura, and due to a certain circumstance we’d support her bid at almost all costs. That circumstance is linked you and your group of friends, especially the Eternians, if you can believe it. Is that reason enough?”

Actually, it was more than enough. He couldn’t care less about the deeper reason because it was very likely some petty power struggle unrelated to him, but more importantly it confirmed the authenticity in Gilbert’s words. For what little he knew of them, it was still very likely that it was in Gilbert and Mona’s interests for Alice to join the nomenklatura, regardless of their personal fallout.

“Okay, okay. You can have your conniving scheming, but at the end of the day, it’s still reason enough to help her out.”

“Yes. Alice’s wishes are my first priority.”

“For how long can I expect this kind of support?”

“For as long as this generation’s Hearts candidates are not yet all officially confirmed.”

Kato gave him an incredulous stare, but relented at the end. If he was not mistaken, Gilbert should have been a Hearts candidate himself, but was removed from the selection process years ago so he could eventually take over his family business. If that certain circumstance was related to him and the Eternians that lived with him, then it must be related to his physical superiority and his status as a challenger, as Eternia would not let go of a Hearts candidate they have trained. And if Kato didn’t already know it, then it was something he would never be able to find out on his own anyway. That was just how Eternia operated.

“Fine. It checks out for now. Then, let’s get back to the problem at hand: a blue faculty trying to kick out a student out of spite. Is there a bigger picture here? How is Donovan even involved in Alice’s problem?”

“I can link your questions. I would say that it’s not about Donovan being related to Alice’s predicament, but instead they’re all cogs inside of whatever the faculty’s scheming. Their objective is something grander, most likely, and whatever happens to Donovan and Alice is just conveniently part of their plan.”

Kato didn’t like the sound of this brewing situation underneath their school. He needed more information.

“Then, is Sisi a blue faculty member or not? I would think not. Aren’t you and Mona in the blue camp too?”

“Like I said, we’re originally outsiders who upset their place in the system in the first place. To them, they’re merely retaking what they think was rightfully theirs. We may be powerful, but the existing patrons are just as powerful. They exacted their revenge on me already, at least, with those senatorial trials, so while I’m closely linked to the establishment, I’m by no means a clear-cut member of their ranks. We can say I’m a blue-leaning independent to the faculty.”

“Your connection to Albert and Sisi makes you an outsider to them?”

“Well, of course. The arms industry is quite independent with very peculiar customers; ones militant in nature, for example, the Hearts. In contrast to the peace-loving robber barons of the type that Donovan and Mona are, they’re much closer to what the blue faculty perceives as reliable, trustworthy and of economic value.”

“No, you’re not wrong about Donovan and Mona. Hmm. You’re saying Sisi is the lone yellow faculty member?”

“If I were to hazard a guess, Sisi was assigned here not just to tutor your lot, but also to put a wrench into the blue faculty’s treason.”

“Treason?”

“Collaborating with the Auxirian establishment through their economic ties. While economic co-operation and prosperity preserves the delicate peace between the two axes of power on this continent, it makes our organization vulnerable to outside manipulation and influence. The pan-blue camp wishes to keep this status quo to continuously reap the capitalist rewards of that co-operation.”

“Hmm. This is Lady Eterna’s will?”

“A Heart is an Elder’s personal tool, so very likely yes.”

“If this is your line of thinking, then the blue faculty is looking to make every attempt to maintain the existing order. Isn’t that backwards from what Donovan is doing right now, at least publicly? He seems to be more amenable to the pan-yellow camp’s demands.”

“I do have a thought, or a theory of their grander plan, but this is all guesswork territory.”

“How so? And how does it come back to Mayumi in the end? Tell me about your guesswork.”

Gilbert signalled to Kato to join him for a walk around the rooftop garden. He obliged without hesitation, and the two women followed closely behind them, listening intently.

“There is one more hard fact. Well, this fact and a related fact. The fact that our student council president, Mirabelle Jupiter, personally invited Mayumi Hanamiya to transfer to our school.”

Kato instantly turned livid, but Gilbert continued unabated.

“And the second fact. Mirabelle was supposed to have been the faculty’s candidate for the next chairwoman of the AC.”

“How? How is that possible?”

“It’s an open secret in the nomenklatura that Donovan and Mirabelle were their two PSC and AC leader candidates for this year, and should either be elected president, their organizations would be succeeded by their allies, Anne and Scarlett respectively. Unfortunately for the blue faculty, they didn’t expect Mona and me to join the fray.”

“…”

In a flash, they made it safely to the other side of the garden, or rather, Gilbert took his time with his words. And while Kato was not amused, at least he didn’t explode.

“However, make no mistake. Even if Donovan and Mirabelle are the blue faculty’s left and right arms, they themselves may not be true allies, and from what I understand, they’re more like business partners.”

“…you mean like you and Mona?”

“Hmm. I would say it’s more like me and you at this moment in time.”

Kato smashed his fist against the concrete post next to him, but not with any measure of force because otherwise the post would start cracking.

“Fine, fine. That’s fine. It’s totally fine.”

Gilbert sighed. He felt a twinge of pity for the angry young man in front of him. Putting Alice and all her attached strings aside, Kato really had nothing to do with the situation, and through Mirabelle, he was aware enough of the interpersonal links between the Elites of Class F to understand Kato’s indignation. However, he had already made it this far, so he might as well see it through to the end.

“My conjecture is that the faculty requested the two of them to come up with a plan to quell the current wave of protests, but at the same time preserve the authority of the establishment. One of them, Mirabelle, suggested allowing Mayumi to return to Korolev Senior.”

“Allow her? And how does that help with those two objectives?”

“I’ll borrow what I heard from Donovan. He believes that Mayumi is radical enough to mount an open rebellion irrespective of the situation on the ground, so by paying lip service and pretending to work as an ally of the people, once Mayumi inevitably blows the gasket, the faculty will be able to use it as a pretext to use extraordinary powers to put down the insurrection.”

“…”

“You’re Mayumi’s best friend. Does this scenario sound likely?”

Gilbert watched intently as Kato gritted his teeth. He took a breath in, and admitted.

“Likely. A revolution led at the front by Mayumi is inevitable.”

“See? Not a bad conjecture, right? And during the crackdown, Alice will be eliminated alongside Mayumi and any other perceived enemies of the state.”

“Alongside Mayumi?”

“She wasn’t a student of ours to begin with. Of course they’ll cut her at the first available opportunity. Mirabelle probably knew Mayumi would come to this point, which is why she’s a politically convenient scapegoat, and so the faculty was all aboard her plan to bring Mayumi back.”

Kato took another deep breath in, a little more composed than before.

“…I understand. But, all of this is just guesswork. We don’t know for sure if Mayumi’s decision to return is related to school or not. If I know her well enough, she came back for personal reasons, and not to serve our school.”

“I want to believe that too, but on the same token, we can’t be sure if this wasn’t done under the duress of the blue faculty. Whether it was her own will or not, Mayumi was contacted and transferred here after the events of our Class War, and directly into your class where the revolution is brewing. I daresay this is not a mere coincidence that the blue faculty stumbled into.”

“…”

They stopped walking, and Gilbert put his hand up to him once more.

“Do you think we can continue to be business partners? Looks like we can provide what we want from each other and our goals are aligned for the time being.”

Kato didn’t hesitate. He took his hand, and with more than sufficient force. Gilbert handled it as if the force didn’t exist, as expected from a peer.

“Of course, we can. Can I even say no at this point?”

Gilbert nodded solemnly. Behind them, Mona remained silent and well-behaved, but Bianca was on another level of spooked.

“Now, can I ask you why you’ve also roped Bia into this conversation?”

“Because I think it’s prudent for Bianca to know what her president is doing, and also see how much faith the president has in her cabinet. From the looks of things though, this must be the first time you’ve heard this, Madam Chancellor?”

Her face was several shades of forlorn.

“Y-yes. I know some of the things she’s doing, but not everything. Not even close to a decent picture, actually.”

Kato was unconvinced of Gilbert and Mona.

“It sounds more like you’re wary of what Mira’s planning, and seeing how you already treat Bia, you think you can bully her into giving hints on Mira’s intentions.”

“C’mon, Kato. We don’t need to bully her for that if we already know it’s unlikely she has any valuable information on Mirabelle to begin with. Just by pairing that fact and her reactions, we can see what Madam President is thinking—at least with regards to her place in Korolev.”

Mona walked in between Kato and Gilbert, once again ready to take a stab at the boy with the scowl.

“How magnanimous of you, Mona, to look down on us just a little less than usual.”

“You’re very welcome. Sometimes, I even surprise myself.”

Gilbert put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“Not exactly, but you’re close. Mirabelle may not be a true ally of mine, but she’s on friendly terms with us, and for sure our interests align. Precisely because of that, I should let Bianca know in secret from her.”

“What?”

“This step to establish a partnership with you is actually a suggestion from Mirabelle. She thinks that you’re the best bet on keeping Alice in Korolev.”

“—!?”

“Not that it didn’t make sense. Supporting you would be the same as supporting Mayumi, and Mirabelle was the one who devised this plan for the faculty. To use your own words, roping you into her secret plan to get the revolution off the ground is what’s happening right now.”

“…and you’re wary of her because she’s essentially throwing us, her friends and Class F, under the bus?”

“Again, close, but not exactly. For certain, I know what you and your friends mean to Mirabelle. To be perfectly honest, you are her weak spot. If somebody is able to convince you to work against her, it’ll be the end of her.”

Gilbert glanced over at Bianca, who was just as shocked as Kato was.

“And on the same token, her sisters are just as precious. These are non-negotiable to her, so why would she need to bring an old friend back to Korolev, from Regia Miriam of all places, in order to rip apart the very group of friends and family she held so close and dear to her? Plus, it’s not just about the score you just settled downstairs in the square, but she’s risking her own friendship with Alice as well.”

Both Kato and Bianca felt the goosebumps on their necks, chilled by Gilbert’s narrative. Even more shocking was Gilbert and Mona’s knowledge of the rift in the Elites, but then Kato remembered that they were just flinging shit at each other in public, so it wasn’t unreasonable for them to have been observing.

“If Bianca’s as clueless as you are, then there’s much more to Mirabelle’s motives than meets the eye—which seems to be the case. We suspected it is, but of course we wanted to confirm.”

“I was the one who gave Mayumi and them the permission to perform during lunchtime. I didn’t know that the revolution was an inside job by Mira from the start.”

Bianca sighed, her voice sombre. Gilbert crossed his arms and said with a little bit of disbelief.

“The only reasons I can see her going through with this plan is, one, she views the faculty as an enemy and wants to show the faculty that she doesn’t have weak points to attack, and/or two, there’s an even more secretive personal motive to do so. This is where I hoped Bianca would be able to deduce, but apologies for the lack of clues I’m able to procure. This is about as much as I can do at the moment.”

“…”

Bianca shook her head in agreement with Gilbert, signalling her defeat. Kato was even more disheartened by the power struggle that Mirabelle was swept up in and how it, probably, threw a wrench between them.

“Why would the faculty be testing Mira? Didn’t you say she’s the faculty’s golden child?”

“Let’s just say that she’s become an unreliable asset for the faculty over the years. But even without that, the fact that she’s friends with as many as three Hearts candidates is already a glaring threat to the faculty, even if she’s nominally the faculty’s loyal subject.”

Of course, in this context the faculty is synonymous with the wider pan-blue pro-establishment faction of the nomenklatura. On the other hand, the Hearts were seen as more likely to be yellow-leaning, as evident with Sisi’s return to the school. Gilbert continued.

“In any case, we’re both playing into Mirabelle’s hands. As Bianca mentioned, you guys already have. And while we don’t know her intentions, the key to it is probably why she insisted on convincing Mayumi to return, despite the improbability of it happening. It should’ve been impossible for her to return of her own volition, even if she learned what happens to the people around new Hearts, no?”

Though Kato bristled at Gilbert’s words, he didn’t have a firm answer either. After all, it had stumped the Elites as much as it stumped them now.

“Yes. It should’ve been.”

“If we can find out the reason, then we’ll be in better shape to protect ourselves.”

As they mused in a short lull, a sudden curiosity emerged in his mind, and Kato asked offhandedly just in case Gilbert had an answer for it.

“Sounds like you don’t think you’re powerful enough to stand up to the faculty alone. If you knew all of this from the start, then Alice was a weak point that the faculty could attack and undermine your hold on power, so you wanted to get her transferred out of Korolev as soon as possible. When she refused and instead wanted to join the nomenklatura, it put her in the faculty’s sights, and they of course didn’t want a new challenger as barbaric as Alice to encroach on their territory.

“In turn, seeing the cards you were dealt, you used Alice’s decision to break with your family as a pretext for sieging my class, and under these smoke and mirrors, handed her off to me to take care of without attracting the faculty’s scrutiny in your direction.”

“You—!”

Mona was the first to put forth a menacing advance towards Kato, but Gilbert physically stopped her with his arm.

“He’s right. You were the best bet given the circumstances, which is also why I agreed with Mirabelle to seek your help once more. A win-win situation for us both, right?”

“In the process, you’ve goaded the faculty into responding to your failed siege by rolling up its sleeves and beginning its path to cracking down on the school, right? And simultaneously, exploit it to take back their kingdom.”

Uncharacteristically, Gilbert narrowed his eyes and showed his wariness to Kato. He wasn’t one to show emotion to anyone, and especially not his former enemy.

“Yes. We both knew that the faculty will try their very best to wrest control of the school from the two of us, but previously, we expected it to come slowly through the student council led by Madam President. With Class B and Class F’s incessant agitation, it’ll pressure our factions to eventually clash in spectacular fashion, and the faculty will be there to pick up the pieces. The failed siege served to speed up the schedule, and probably threw them for a loop too. They were probably debating furiously on how to respond to the result of the siege.”

Kato scowled.

“If all of what you’ve said tonight is true, then the faculty ended up deciding to take advantage of it, and prop up Donovan as their new golden child—over Mira.”

“Exactly, that’s what we suspect too; but if Donovan’s golden status is already all said and done, then Madam President won’t need to be so heavy-handed in bringing the school so close to revolution. She would have already lost, and Donovan would be the ‘winner’, so to speak.”

“So there’s something else there, too.”

“A circumstantial clue, yes, but unless we have an ear in the inner faculty to gauge their thought processes, it’s not very useful by itself.”

The mystery only thickened, and Kato put a hand to his forehead with cold sweat. Gilbert concurred with a nod.

“But the cascade of responses and counter-responses has eventually engulfed everyone involved here. We’re all in a state of danger.”

“Yes. Partly because of that, my hope is for you to take care of the people delivered into your circle, including the pitiful Madam Chancellor here.”

Mona interrupted, to Kato’s apprehension.

“What do you mean by that? We’re just talking about how you want me to take care of Alice, and now Bia too?”

“Allow me to ask you a simple question; is Bianca important to you?”

“Y-yes.”

He spluttered a little, but only because he didn’t expect that kind of a question out of Mona. Next to him, Bianca’s heart fluttered hysterically, almost gagging.

“Then you realize that she’s got nothing to do with Eternia. A plain old civilian, if you will—but when she’s associated with Mirabelle and yourself, it makes her an easy target.”

“An easy target?”

She sighed exaggeratedly.

“Look. My belief is that it’s unfair for Mirabelle to drag her sisters along with her into a mob’s internal conflict, and now she’s dragged Mayumi into this as well. They’re innocent people who aren’t supposed to be victims of a petty political struggle, but they could get caught in the crossfire. That’s the irresponsibility I see in Mirabelle, and she’s handing off that irresponsibility to you to cover, essentially.”

“—!”

“That’s why we find it a little suspicious. For sure, it’s logical to rely on you, a Hearts candidate, to protect your own circle of friends, but we’re not certain why Madam President’s in such a hurry to move things along. In a span of a few weeks, she’s engineered an imminent rebellion in Korolev that’s set to let the faculty clamp their authority down on the students, and has done so seemingly without even coordinating with you two. On top of that, I suspect it might even be on Madam President’s instructions that the faculty had me table the Act of Neutrality—the bill that triggered this wave of protest in the first place.”

Kato and Bianca turned whiter by the second. It was the first time Mona admitted that the tabled draft bill was actually on the faculty’s suggestion. If that was true, then the faculty was way darker than he could ever give credit for, and made Gilbert and Mona seem mild in comparison.

“That’s a totally possible scenario. From the get-go, the faculty could have asked Mirabelle and Donovan to find a way to wrest power away from the PSC and the AC, and when I upped the stakes by sieging your classroom, they took my provocation and pounced on the chance. Mirabelle obviously needed to speed up her plan as well, and brought Mayumi here as soon as she could. Impressive on all fronts.”

Gilbert took the conversation back from Mona as Kato took time to process what they said, furrowing his brows as he did. He replied after a brief pause.

“While we can’t figure out the mystery around Mira, this is all Alice’s fault in the end.”

“I’ve told you and Alice many times. Being selfish has its consequences.”

Kato crouched down with hands over his head as the gunpowder shower continued in the night sky. He was already exhausted from the ordeal with Mayumi and Caius, and for an even more serious issue to come up had drained the life out of him. He wanted to sleep on the ground right then and there, but he was pulled back to the present by a calm and gentle hand at his shoulder; Bianca had joined him on the ground.

For the two mob bosses still standing up, they began to make their leisurely departure.

“Let’s close the conversation here and enjoy the rest of the night in peace. We’ll meet again in the near future, I’m sure. I suppose you understand how to handle intelligence, correct?”

“Yes. I know how to handle it.”

“I’ll leave it to your discretion how much you want to tell Alice, but at most let’s keep it between the five of us. It’s a test against Mirabelle too, after all.”

“…”

Gilbert turned around, and again uncharacteristically, he took Mona’s arm in his. It was not often he allowed Mona to have her way with him, and her smug face confirmed that.

“Then be careful, future Number Seven.”

“I always am.”

Kato grimaced, but Gilbert was already walking away. Mona turned her head around, though, to stick her tongue out at him belligerently. She never missed an opportunity to be downright insufferable.

Funnily enough, even with so much poisonous stuff to say, he realized that Mona never really wasted her breath. Her criticisms were on the whole correct and non-trivial, and more often than not it made Kato think twice about whatever the situation was. She was right when she said her judgment was sharp, and surprisingly idealistic. If Mona was born in a slightly different circumstance, she could have been a formidable Elite.

He sat down on the ground, listening to the footsteps of his former enemies retreat from the rooftop. Watching his unsightly sitting position, Bianca let out an exasperated sigh.

“Don’t do that. Get up.”

“A few more minutes. I’m tired.”

Holding a nasty retort back, she kneeled behind him, laid herself onto his back and lightly hugged him, placing her chin on top of his head. Strangely, or perhaps not, the more anxious she was, the more she relied on physical touch with Kato to soothe the unease. She knew it was dangerous to do so, essentially relapsing on a previous addiction; but like an addict, she welcomed it.

“What’s with your agreeable attitude with Gilbert and Mona? Is he blackmailing you or something?”

“If they were, I wouldn’t even be able to be as aggressive as I am in the Assembly. No, this is about Mira.”

“How did you know this was about Mira from the start?”

“Like you surmised, Gilbert wouldn’t bother with me unless it involved her.”

“Huh. Then, what’s so serious about Mira that even your attitude needs to be toned down?”

“…”

Bianca was unsure of what to do. There were a few things she was simply not allowed to say, and she didn’t want to say anything lest too many hints get out. She hated Mirabelle that she was obliged to keep Kato in the dark, though to be fair she was far from having even a decent view of the whole picture. And from Gilbert and Mona’s questions, the two mobsters only seemed to have a slightly clearer one.

“Like Gilbert said, I’m just a normal person compared to you Eternians. I’m not the golden child like Mira is.”

“But you’re used to taking advantage of Mira’s status anyway. What happened to your unscrupulous efforts to reap the rewards of another’s merits?”

“Can it, asshole. It only makes me want to answer your question even less.”

From their position, he stood up, easily carrying her on his back again. He began moving back to the other side of the rooftop to catch the final stage of the light show.

“No doubt. Even if I’m at the centre of attention, I’m always the first one left behind, back then and now still. Well, whatever. I’m used to it. It’s almost certain that it’s Mira’s fault in any case.”

Bianca’s chest tightened at the distinct resignation in his voice that reminded her of the same at the acrimonious end of their group’s trip to the Bozz. She apologized over and over again in her head, but it was only that; within the confines of her mind.

“Yes, it is. In addition to the fact that I have no status or abilities of my own, I try to stay out of her way as much as possible. That’s why when I’m outside of school, I’m just another average girl.”

It took a few more moments and a sigh for Kato to respond.

“Figures. Gilbert and Mona confided in you on this because they know that even though you’re supposed to be on Mira’s side so to speak, you’re still an outsider, and they trust you enough to remain one and not confide in Mira. They know about the two of you quite well, eh? And c’mon, you’re gonna fight Mira ‘til the bitter end?”

Bianca blinked at the calm and collected Kato that was able to put together this conclusion. Oh, how much had changed since their childhood. As she remembered his small figure as a kid it filled her with immeasurable regret to know how immature she had been, wallowing alone in the misery of her own inferiority complex against Mirabelle, and letting the chances with the boy in front of her slip away so easily, until it was too late.

“If I didn’t fight, then I would have never made it this far. Not a bad result for an average girl, if I do say so myself.”

Unaware of the turmoil in Bianca’s mind, Kato shrugged.

“Fair enough, though you’re underselling yourself a little there. You’re no average girl.”

“I’m pleased that you have a unique opinion of me, but you knew what I meant by ‘average’.”

Coincidentally, both made a bitter smirk, though they weren’t able to see each other’s. Thoroughly exhausted, they watched once more the flashes in the sky in silence, leaving their intractable troubles for another day.