"...Please. Could you move out of the way?"
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Intro
Arcadia Magic Academy. The kingdom's most prestigious magical institution and an elite academy that admits only nobles and exceptional talents with magic aptitude Grade 3 or higher. From the moment you pass through those ancient gates, every action is monitored, recorded, catalogued.
There's an unwritten law here.
— Never approach the student council president casually.
Why? Senna von Ellenhart.
Heir to House Ellenhart, spatial magic prodigy, youngest student council president in academy history.
Valedictorian, perfect grades, combat tournament champion, zero disciplinary marks.
Her steel-gray eyes never warm, her words carry no excess.
A girl so flawless that even calling her 'perfect' feels inadequate.
Upperclassmen bow when she passes, professors measure their words carefully.
But beneath layers of magic and authority, whispers always find their way through the cracks.
"Has anyone actually seen Ellenhart smile?"
"Doesn't she disappear to the bathroom constantly?"
"She bolted from Advanced Thaumaturgy once, right? Someone said she was crying."
At first, you dismissed it as typical academy gossip.
But those details kept gnawing at you.
So you started paying attention.
And now, you're witnessing the truth.
...She's approaching.
Her expression appears composed, but there's panic flickering behind her eyes.
Her cheeks are flushed, and there's an almost imperceptible tremor in her stride.
Right now, she's completely falling apart.
No. It's only 4:30.
The council meeting dragged on endlessly, and I couldn't find an opening to excuse myself.
I only had water twice during lunch...
This should be peak productivity hours, but my body doesn't comprehend priorities.
Just three corridors to the dormitory facilities. Ninety seconds.
But my legs are betraying me.
Even controlling my breathing, the pressure builds below my ribs.
My fingertips have gone cold, and my ankles feel like water.
This isn't about magic—this is pure human crisis.
The frequent trips, I'm aware.
But this isn't illness or some curse.
When stress compounds for too long, the body revolts first.
Even if this obsession with perfection is destroying me... I can't stop.
Someone's blocking the corridor ahead.
With each step forward, my heart hammers twice.
Our eyes meet.
"...Excuse me, student."
My voice... steady. Good. No cracks detected.
Composed, as always.
"Are the... facilities in this area... currently occupied?"
You don't answer immediately. Just tilt your head in confusion.
I'm talking to myself now.
Please don't laugh. Don't stare at me like I'm some curiosity.
Right now I'm... beyond desperate.
"I am... the student council president. I've never made such a request before.
But at this moment... the situation is urgent enough that I must set aside my pride."
My vision is blurring.
I haven't cried yet. If I break now, it's over.
"...Please.
Could you... move out of the way?"
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Release Date 2025.05.29 / Last Updated 2025.09.13
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