The post-night festival has begun.
　Unlike the previous night's festivities, the entire student body will be present.
　Basically, there are no adults.
　Instead, the chefs, waiters, and music in the building were all taken care of by the students alone.

　As the students organize the event, it has a handmade feel to it.
　Here and there, artificial flowers made of colored paper are pasted on the walls, and triangular flags that would delight a primary school child are fluttering about.
　The hall is partly rented from the court, and there are two luxurious chandeliers hanging in the hall, looking a little uncomfortable.

　The food is not very refined.
　However, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as they could without feeling tired from the competition.

　Then the gorgeous sounds begin to flow.
　A hastily built orchestra began to play.

　It was the president of the orchestra, Mr. Wael, who was playing the strings at the front of the orchestra.
　When the solo part came, the sound was even more emotional.
　It was an unimaginably warm sound from the caustic and cold-hearted image of the [Frozen Dog Witch].

　All nine schools stopped to listen to her beauty and the sound she played, stopping their chattering to listen.

　Eventually, the performance stopped.
　He bowed and stepped back to the side of the stage with the members of the Student Government Association who were playing behind him.

'Aside from President Vael, I didn't know the other members had musical talent.

　I applaud.
　Then I hear a voice behind me.

'Hey, Lacelle!　Don't listen to me, just move your feet. I'm too busy to help the cat.

　I turn around.
　A black dress and a ruffled apron.
　It's the so-called orthodox maid style.
　There was a red-haired girl with cat ears and a tail standing there.

　It's Cecil.
　In her hand, she held a tray with an empty glass on it.

　I narrowed my eyes.

'What's that, Cecil. What are you wearing?'

'What?　Uh-huh. Isn't she pretty?　Fascinated?

'No way. Cat ears are too twisted for a cat's help. You're discriminating against the beasts, and the animal rights groups will be mad at you.

It's okay. It's the little beastman who made this for me.

　So that's the problem....

'Don't bother working, Mr. Waiter....................

　Cecil handed me a tray.
　I went to the other table myself and went around to lower the plates of food.
　I was dressed in a white shirt and a black vest - another classic waiter's outfit.

　Chairman Vael is a musician.
　Cecil is a maid.
　I'm a waiter.

　The reason why Branch 5, which should have won, is doing this is because the host country this time is the Kingdom of Villa Amst.

　It seems that it is customary for the home school to prepare for and execute the after-party of the Kowloon Cup every year.

　I had completely forgotten about it, but the chairman has been steadily making preparations and making the after-night party a lot more exciting.

　Letting out a sigh, I reluctantly return to my duties.
　It was then that I looked back.

'Crap!'

　A scream goes up.
　Like Cecil, I hit a schoolgirl in a maid's outfit.
　I don't have anything to do with it, but the other side hits my buttocks hard.
　Itata..................She was stroking the affected area.

　The girl, whose elven features were so colorful, had an eye-catching presence.

　But such a student........ Was it in the 5th branch?

''I'm sorry. Are you hurt?

Yeah, it's okay. It's okay. I'm sorry about that, Racel.

　Hmm?
　I tilted my head.
　Something familiar.
　I observe the girl again.

　The golden hair that grew to her shoulders.
　Pinned elf ears.
　Her skin is white, and her breasts, protruding from her apron, remind me of a large fruit.

　There is something deja vu, after all.
　Then the girl looked up.
　I couldn't help but let out a voice at the familiar pale green iris, "Ah........

''Could it be Sarasa?''

'What?　Yes, but....

　I looked at him.

　I guess my reaction was odd.
　Sarasa giggles.

'I see.... You don't have your glasses on right now, do you?

　Yes, that's right.
　That's right.
　It was missing a pair of glasses, a trademark of Sarasa's.

　What's going on?
　A makeover?

　When I was confused, Sarasa explained why.

　When I was going around destroying objects in each school, Sarasa was also on a raiding mission with Cecil and the others.
　There, they confronted the fourth branch defensive unit led by 'Strategist' Fanbro.

''We won, but when we were fighting Fanbro-san, we cracked.

　They said it was possible to magically repair it, but they didn't have time to send it out for repair, and the afterglow had started, so they couldn't make it in time.

''Isn't that an inconvenience?''

It's a bit... But it's not like I can't see them at all.

Yeah. But be careful. If it's too hard for Hall, you'd better have someone else take over.

Yeah. Thank you.

　I'm breaking up with Sarasa.
　But then she stops in her tracks.
　When she turns around, she asks me with a bright red face.

"Oh, um..... Mr. Lacelle.

What?

What do I look like without my glasses?

Hmm?　Isn't that okay?

　I wish you wouldn't do that in a real battle, though.
　Poor vision is still fatal.

　While I was thinking, Sarasa's face was getting redder and redder.
　As it was, it was so hot that I thought steam was going to erupt from the top of her head.

　Eventually, she moves away, screaming "caw".

　Hmm?
　What was that reaction all about?

　The woman isn't sure.

　The other students replaced the Student Government Association members, and the sound of the strings echoed again.
　The tune changed and the dance time began.
　Each of them danced with a partner they had decided on.

　I watched from the side and did my waiter's job.
　I don't like that kind of stuffy aristocratic custom.
　I still prefer to be a waiter.

　Feeling lucky to be on the host's side, I was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

'What!?'

　When I looked up, I saw a girl with black hair and a light red dress standing there.
　Her round peony eyes held something like a strong will in them.

　This time I recognized her immediately.

　It was the ace of the first branch - Lyna Shuha Warhat.

''Come here for a moment!

　Through the long glove, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away.
　He comes to me in the center of the dance hall.

"How's your dancing?

I mean, some...

Yeah.

'Wait a minute!　What are you doing?

Can't you tell by the way you're here? Let's dance--that's what I mean.

　Lyna lifted her skirt and hung her head.
　The greeting was so graceful that it was hard to believe that she was a girl so caustic that she was called 【Purgatory's Firewheel】 in the actual battle.

　I unintentionally follow suit.

　Then, Lyna took my hand.
　I hold it in place as well, letting it flow.
　The song changed and we began to twirl and dance at the same time.

What do you mean?

　I ask Lyna while dancing.
　[Purgatory Fire Car] glanced at the outside of the hall.
　The men are chewing on their cloths in frustration.

''I've been persistently invited to join them. It was too much trouble to say no, so I invited you, who was nearby, to join us.''

'I suppose it's more trouble to dance than to say no.

As usual, you're a sassy schoolgirl. We may not go to the same school, but I'm still your senior.

Okay.

"Just one 'yes' is enough. I wonder what kind of education Vael is giving his juniors at all.

　As they dance, Lyna is indignant.

　I had forgotten all about her, but she is the daughter of a marquis.
　She must have learned to dance from an early age in order to survive in the social world.
　She's sophisticated and has a good way of showing it.
　In fact, while dancing, several pairs were looking at Lyna.
　Compared to the chairman, she looks childish, but in a manner of speaking, she is still a young lady.

　That's probably why there's no shortage of men wooing her for her family history.

　The aristocrats are also aristocrats and it's hard work.

"What?

　Her peony eyes stared at me with a guileless stare.
　It seems that his mouth has loosened at some point.

'I just thought you were having a hard time too,'

What's that?

But you didn't have to use it to keep men out.

No. I've decided that I don't dance unless I'm stronger than the man I am.

'I see. So you admit that I'm stronger than you, then?

　God!　He's a really pissed off junior!

　Dancing and screaming.
　The other partners were upset because he suddenly raised his voice.
　There were incidents of partners stepping on their feet here and there.

　Meanwhile, Lyna let out one breath and calmed herself down.
　Returning to the tempo of the dance, the girl muttered, 'I'm sorry.

'I'm sorry.'

What?

"And for making fun of me as a villager, and for laughing when you said I was going to win it all.

'What. Did you ask me to the dance to say that, perhaps?

Yeah. Is that bad?

　He stares at me again.
　It's more like they're pissed at us than they're apologizing.

　Then the music ends.
　We decide to finish, and they applaud us.

　I bow to my partner.
　Lyna, sweating a little, said.

'Totally...... You're a cocky junior. I thought I'd at least beat you with a dance that I'm good at next to fighting.''

I'm a nobleman too. I've had every dance taught at home.

Oh, yeah!　...I'll never lose next time I see you.

'Wasn't the senior (sic) supposed to have graduated this year?'

I'm telling you. See you next time!

　Lyna held up her arms.
　Once again, the students disappear into the gathering.

　Then a hand is placed on my shoulder.
　I turn around and see President Vael standing there.

'Quite a pretty woman, isn't she, Lyna?'

Is that what you call cute?

　She would try to beat you at the dance, or raise her hands as if she were proud of her victory.
　It's like a typical female warrior.
　In that sense, Chairman Vael feels like a female warrior....

''By the way, Lacelle,''

　Then Chairman Vael held out his hand.
　The place is still a dance hall.
　I didn't need to ask him what to do.

'Okay, I'll treat you to a song.

　Huh.....

　I want to do my job.

　I muttered my sorrow in my heart while being swept around like a storm by Chairman Vael halfway through.

　Speaking of which, I wondered how Sheila was doing.
　As we danced, I was looking for my sister.