I Became the Academy’s Pink Airhead

Student Council President's Office, Federation Student Council.

Outside the window, pink petals were gently falling, a beautiful sight, but the two people inside had no time to appreciate it.@@novelbin@@

"What?"

Student Council President Albite looked up in shock from the pile of documents she was reviewing. Among the stacks of paperwork towering like a mountain on her desk, she could see only the round face of a middle-aged dwarf in a crisp uniform and a sharp hat, anxiously awaiting her response.

Even though she had clearly understood what he said, the news was so significant that she asked again.

"Did you say there was an accident involving the train that was supposed to take the graduates from the Kingdom back home?"

The pen slipped from her hand and rolled across the desk.

Just before it fell to the floor, the dwarf, a senior employee from the railway company's headquarters, bowed deeply and quickly recited the prepared statement.

"My apologies. We are deeply sorry for the inconvenience. The issue only affects one specific car, and we are working to repair it as quickly as possible. We assure you that the transport of the graduates will be resolved within three days…"

He began to outline a plan, giving a realistic but tight deadline for the repairs.

Transporting the crucial Ether-powered graduates back to their home countries was a top priority. The dwarf, a veteran with a high-ranking position at headquarters, was well aware of the importance of this task.

He was even more concerned about not upsetting the Academy City.

"Especially now, when new transportation methods are being developed, if this incident causes delays in the new Ether train routes to Academy City, it would be disastrous…"

With that thought, the dwarf cast a glance at the Student Council President of the Federation.

"…"

Although she had only held the position for about two years, Albite was responsible for overseeing the Valkyries and students from many different countries across the Nine Worlds. In many ways, she held a rank comparable to a head of state or a parliamentary leader, and the dwarf did not want to risk offending her.

As a result, the middle-aged dwarf’s back began to bend even more, like a reed in the wind.