[ Student Council Room – After the Election]
Inside the Student Council room, the air was thick with a strange mix of victory and post-battle fatigue. On the couch, Ronove Romière lay sprawled like a defeated prince, one arm draped over his eyes, the other clutching a silk handkerchief.
"My beautiful dream… shattered. I shall disband my Battler and become a wandering poet of sorrow…"
"Oh brother…"Grave muttered, already buried in paperwork.
"He's being dramatic," Smoke said flatly, arms crossed.
Still, Johnny hovered near Ronove, eyes sharp and unblinking.
"You still haven't convinced me you didn't mess with Ameri-sama's mind. You were the one who benefited most from her change."
"Moi?!" Ronove gasped, springing up with flair. "To be accused at my lowest! I swear on my beloved reflection, I am innocent! I could never harm such divine authority and poise!"
At that moment, the door burst open.
"We found the real culprit," Iruma said coldly, stepping in with Alice and Clara behind him.
Dragging along the floor was a hogtied demon with thick goggles, a twitchy smile, and a bag of potions spilling glitter.
"Everyone!" Clara chirped brightly. "This is Elicos Schenell!"
"We caught him in a cave," Alice added, voice stern. "He was brewing more of those mind-altering potions."
Elicos wriggled slightly on the ground, unbothered by his restraints.
"I didn't want to ruin her. I wanted to perfect her! Burn the vision of a lady-like Ameri-sama into my eyes forever!"
The entire room fell silent.
"…Creepy," Grave muttered.
"Disturbing," Smoke agreed.
Ameri, arms crossed and glowing with renewed strength, raised an eyebrow.
"You wanted me… to act like a heroine in a romance drama?"
"Exactly!" Elicos beamed. "Tea parties! Apologies! Shy glances!"
Her smile froze.
"Student Council Course. Fifty laps. Now."
As the others dragged a protesting Elicos out the door, Johnny whistled.
"Guess he really was the guy. Huh. Hey — give him to me. We need someone to train with, right Azz?"
"Yes, Master Iruma. He'll be the perfect punching bag For us."
Both Iruma and Alice grinned — villainous, deadly. Their eyes gleamed coldly.
"Wait, no, hold on — NOOOOO!"
Ameri turned to Iruma, her expression softening.
"Thank you… all of you. You brought me back. I won't forget that."
Then, she faced Ronove, who was still lost in melodrama.
"Ronove. Join the Student Council."
"W-what?"
"You like elegance, spectacle, flair. Help us with official functions. Galas. Press events. You can be useful — but only under supervision."
"…That actually sounds great." He sniffled, sitting up straighter.
Then Ameri turned back to Iruma, her expression unreadable.
"One last thing. Iruma… now that everything's resolved… would you like to stay in the Student Council? Or return to the Magical Apparatus Battler?"
Iruma looked at her, the faint glow of his Sharingan fading. His voice was calm and measured.
"I'm grateful for my time here. It strengthened my resolve, my body... and my soul. But this place... it's not where I belong. Its boredom always paper work Ugghh"
"Ughh… so honest!?" Ameri muttered, flustered.
Iruma continued, steady as ever.
"The Student Council's ambitions aren't mine. I'll go back. There's something important I'm waiting for."
Ameri blinked. Her lips quivered, then formed a soft smile — proud, but wistful.
"Understood. The Magical Apparatus Battler is reinstated."
"YAAAY! Our club's back!!" Clara cheered, jumping into the air.
"I'll prepare the paperwork," Grave groaned.
"Of course you will," Smoke deadpanned.
As the mood lifted, a hovering camera imp buzzed over them.
"Photo time for student records!"
Everyone began to gather. Clara squeezed against Iruma's side. Alice straightened his tie with silent pride. Ameri stood next to Iruma — a faint pink dusting her cheeks.
Ronove tried to photobomb, biting a rose between his teeth.
Iruma turned, eyes sharp and unamused. His Sharingan flashed faintly again — just for a moment.
The glare was ice-cold.
Even without words, the message was clear.
'I haven't forgotten you slapped me.'
Ronove froze, sweat dripping down his face.
"Mon dieu… that look…!"
Iruma gave a small, polite bow With saying anything.
Ronove said with simple politeness,
"I accept your apology."
Then Iruma voice dropped, low and venom-laced . He turn back to Ronove
"But if you ever try something like that again… I'll send you to hell myself."
"Ouuuh… so cold!"
Click!
The camera flashed — capturing a moment of restored balance... hidden feelings... and quiet tensions.
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[{(Elsewhere – Far Away, in the Deep Shadows…)}]
A cracked crystal screen shimmered in the darkness.
A tall figure cloaked in abyssal robes stared at the group photo.
Their lips curled into a smirk.
"So… the boy with two souls Merge?. How delightful."
They turned, disappearing into the void.
"Let's see how long peace lasts for You, You filthy Human Iruma-."
"Then i will report it to Lord Aarimon. Because we can't Ignore the prophecy?"
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[ Courtyard – A Peaceful Afternoon]
Under the soft golden rays of the Netherworld's setting sun, Iruma walked beside Ameri through the courtyard of Babyls. The air was calm, and the distant murmur of students echoed faintly, a sign that everything had finally begun to settle.
"Grandpa and Opera san threw me a little welcome-back party," Iruma said with a light chuckle.
"Opera san even made those strawberry tarts again. I think it was their way of saying they missed me."
Ameri smiled gently, her steps graceful.
"I see. That sounds… nice."
A brief silence followed before Iruma asked,
"How's the Student Council doing without me? Nothing change right?"
Ameri looked up at the sky, the golden clouds reflected in her eyes. Then she sighed softly.
"They're managing… but it's not the same. Grave misses your efficient document sorting. Smoke—he won't say it aloud, but he's been even grumpier without your sparring sessions. He love your fighting style ? And Ronove…" she paused, her voice dipping into faint amusement,
"Well, he's toned down his dramatics. A little."
She gave Iruma a quick sideways glance.
"As for me… I'm doing fine, too."
Iruma looked at her with warm eyes.
"I'm glad."
They stopped at the edge of the courtyard, bathed in the golden hue of dusk. A gentle stillness wrapped around them, the kind that didn't demand words.
Then, from the shadows of Iruma's ring, Ali-san emerged — his wispy form flickering like smoke.
"So that girl broke the spell on her own, huh?" he muttered, arms folded. "Hmph. Impressive… for a noble with no human influence."
Ameri blinked as Ali-san vanished just as quickly. She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers with quiet thought.
[ Ameri's Private Room – That Night]
In the solitude of her room, Ameri stood before her tall mirror. Her face was still flushed from earlier — rosy and uncertain.
"H-how could someone like me…" she whispered, touching her cheek. "A bold, elegant lady… be cute?!"
She spun on her heel, the hem of her coat swirling dramatically.
"No, no… I am dignified! I am strong! I am…!"
She paused.
A memory flashed in her mind — Iruma's voice, steady and sincere:
"That's an ideal, not an ambition."
Her eyes widened slightly. The words echoed within her.
Then, slowly… she smiled. Not the proud smile of the Student Council President. Not the flustered smile of a girl in denial. But something new. Something honest.
Ameri took a breath — deep, grounding.
"I've developed a new ambition," she whispered to her reflection. "One that doesn't just involve leading others…"
She straightened her back.
"Iruma-kun… be prepared."