Chapter 52: The Troubles of the Discipline Committee Chief

“Although Chaldea Academy has only a history of a little over 300 years, there are many campus legends circulating here.

For example, ‘The Midnight Piano in the Music Room,’ ‘The Disappearing Club No. 44,’ ‘The Pink-Haired Loli Who Never Grows Up,’ ‘The Indestructible Podium in Classroom 9 of the Combat Academy,’ and ‘How Many Aweis Are Buried in the Chaldea Graveyard,’ and so on.”

“Come on, those are all fake, alright? There wasn’t much to begin with—you guys just exaggerated them more and more.”

“Forget the others, I’ve been to the Chaldea graveyard. There isn’t a single person named Awei there!”

“There may not be any tombstones named Awei, but are you sure there aren’t countless Aweis buried underground?”

“Uh… this…!?”

The chubby first-year freshman looked at the fifth-year senior Sinclair in front of him and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

A strange sense of fear rose from deep within him.

After a while, he shook his head and said, “Senior, can we not always talk about creepy stuff? Talk about something normal!”

Sinclair was quite satisfied with successfully intimidating the junior.

He pointed at the red headband on his forehead, which had the words “The Cutest Ikoko Fan Club” written on it.

Then, with a dramatic spin, his pink cloak—embroidered with an extremely detailed image of Ikoko—flashed into the freshman’s view.

“So, junior, want to join the club? Let’s all support the cutest Ikoko together!”

Although Sinclair had been rejected by Ikoko at first sight, he didn’t give up.

He founded the Ikoko Fan Club, which now had over fifty members—all die-hard fans.

Even after being rejected, he believed his determination would one day move Ikoko.

His current goal was to make the Ikoko Fan Club the number one club in Chaldea Academy, filling the entire campus with Ikoko’s presence.

“Although Ikoko is indeed very cute and totally my type, please allow me to refuse.”

The chubby freshman adjusted his glasses, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Sinclair quickly ran up and stopped him.

“Hey, don’t go! You already said she’s cute, so just join! Our club has lots of benefits!”

The freshman shook his head and said dreamily,

“Sorry, I plan to join the ‘Princess Iro Fan Club.’ I only support Princess Iro.”

Sinclair frowned and placed both hands on the freshman’s shoulders, speaking earnestly.

“Kid, you don’t understand. I’m a veteran of Chaldea Academy.”

“That’s the silver-haired demon from urban legends. Right now, Ikoko is still being brutally imprisoned by her.”

“When there’s no moon, that demon takes her greatsword and knocks out everyone she encounters. She’s extremely brutal.”

“Damn it, our ‘Cutest Ikoko Fan Club’ hasn’t been able to grow because of that demon. Half our members are always hospitalized!”

“But we won’t give up!”

“Long live Ikoko!”

The chubby freshman looked at Sinclair’s excited expression, clicked his tongue, and brushed his hands off his shoulders.

“You people really don’t know how lucky you are. Princess Iro’s delicate face, her pure smile, her slender fair limbs, and her unfathomable strength—how could anything be better!”

“If I could be knocked out by Princess Iro’s golden greatsword while she smiles sweetly, then have her step on my face with her soft little feet and call me a pervert with disdain—what a wonderful experience that would be!”

Sinclair had already felt abnormal after falling in love with Ikoko.

But seeing the freshman blushing intensely and twisting like a worm while fantasizing, his face went blank as he turned to leave.

This guy was beyond saving.

“Farewell.”

However, just as Sinclair turned around, he suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed unconscious.

It turned out that Iro happened to pass by and saw Sinclair wearing a cloak with Ikoko’s image.

Without hesitation, she knocked him out on the spot.

“Damn it, why are there so many brats lusting after my Koko’s beauty? They’re like moles—impossible to get rid of!”

Iro looked furious as she stared at the unconscious Sinclair and bent down to pull off his cloak.

Something like this had to be destroyed—absolutely no way it could remain!

Hmph!

But no matter how hard she pulled, it wouldn’t come off.

Looking closer, Sinclair wasn’t actually unconscious.

He was gripping the cloak desperately, refusing to let it be taken.

Wasn’t he knocked out?

No—he had been.

Iro never missed.

But while unconscious, Sinclair dreamed of Ikoko with angel wings drifting away from him.

Terrified, he snapped awake and saw Iro trying to take his cloak.

Immediately, he activated his fifth-rank strength and clung to it like his life depended on it.

“This is my faith! I won’t give it to you, you silver-haired demon!”

“Ah! Don’t take my adorable Ikoko away!”

Iro looked at the screaming Sinclair, stepped forward, and planted her sandal-clad foot directly onto his face.

“You pervert! Koko isn’t yours!”

“I absolutely will not allow this kind of thing to exist!”

“Unless it’s mine!”

Iro—a doting daughter fanatic.

This was the fury of a protective parent.

Five minutes later, the Ikoko-embroidered cloak had been torn into pieces in Iro’s hands.

Sinclair lay on the ground like a salted fish who had lost his dreams, tears streaming down his face.

“Hmph!”

Iro lifted her chin proudly and was about to leave when she noticed the chubby freshman approaching her.

His face was flushed, his eyes shining, and he let out a creepy giggle.

She was so startled that she instinctively stepped back, clutching her lotus-like arms.

Huh?

What’s going on?

“Princess Iro! Please… please… please!”

“Knock me out with your golden greatsword too! Step on my face with your beautiful little feet and call me a pervert with disdain!”

……

Iro had been in a good mood after dealing with one pervert.

Her lips had even been slightly curved upward.

But after hearing his words and seeing his expression, her face instantly went blank.

She quickly stepped back three more steps.

Uh…

Can’t deal with this.

Absolutely can’t deal with this…

I should file a complaint with the Discipline Committee about campus safety someday…

There are way too many perverts here!

Time to run!

“Sorry, I refuse.”

“Bye-bye, not seeing you again!”

Thud thud thud—

Iro dashed away at full speed and disappeared in an instant.

“Ah! Princess Iro!”

“Nooooo—!”

After being mercilessly rejected, the chubby freshman cried out in despair and dropped to his knees beside Sinclair.

He became the second salted fish who had lost his dreams.

Ikoko Fan Club hospitalized members +1.

Chaldea Academy dreamless salted fish +2.

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Inside the Discipline Committee Chief’s office, the chief looked at two stacks of complaints in front of him.

One stack accused Iro of using violence on campus.

The other stack complained that Iro had not used violence on them.

The Discipline Committee Chief fell into deep thought.

How was he supposed to balance this?

Forget it.

As long as that little ancestor didn’t come looking for him, everything was fine.

He tossed both stacks of complaints into the trash bin…

And happily began slacking off.