50 Snow Girl (1/2)

The student council vice president, Hitaka Shuho.

As a red-haired, red-eyed beauty, her outer appearance was already quite flashy. Plus, she had something akin to a warrior’s spirit emanating from her and always accompanied President Natsuya Yoruhana as if she was the president’s personal bodyguard, making her relatively popular within the school.

Actually, when Seiji met her for the first time, he almost felt as if she was a swordswoman from some video game. He didn’t meet her the last time he visited the student council room, so he decided to observe her closely this time around.

Hmm… She definitely had a warrior’s aura, and especially now that he knew she was one of the president’s Spirit-branded Retainers, Seiji wondered if she was actually a living version of Rurouni Kenshin from his previous life…

If possible, he wanted to ask her to try using Kenshin’s ultimate technique…

*Cough cough.* He went off on too much of a tangent.

Faced with Seiji who was obviously studying her intently, Hitaka Shuho ignored it as she was already used to such a thing.

Seiji seemed appreciative of her without showing any perverted lust, which was acceptable. However, Hitaka noticed that his eyes seemed to be shining with a strange light.

Hitaka didn’t know what it was, and although she was a bit curious, as long as it wasn’t enmity, she didn’t really care.

”Hey, President Yoruhana.” Seiji greeted Natsuya, who sat by the round table. After greeting her, he suddenly noticed two unopened luxurious-looking lunchboxes resting on the table.

”Welcome back to the student council room, Harano-kun.” Natsuya smiled warmly.

”I feel bad about bothering you during lunch break.” Seiji scratched his face awkwardly: ”Do you two… often eat lunch here?”

”Yeah, it’s nice and quiet…” Natsuya averted her gaze slightly.

”Why aren’t you eating together with your friends outside?” Seiji detected something and continued asking along this line of thinking.

”Milady doesn’t need useless friends.” Hitaka Shuho stated coldly as she opened her mouth.

After a period of silence.

Natsuya Yoruhana sighed.

”Okay, I’ll admit it… Hitaka, you don’t need to clumsily cover for me any longer; it’ll just make things more awkward.”

”I’m not covering for you at all; there’s hardly anyone that’s worthy of becoming Milady’s friend.” Hitaka’s expression showed she remained convinced of the validity of her previous statement.

Natsuya smiled wryly as she looked in Seiji’s direction.

Seiji nodded sagely.

”Your worries are that of a young mistress from a powerful family.”

He didn’t even know how to respond as she was unexpectedly forthright with him about her situation.

A scion who could naturally eat lunches together with commoners… this scenario wasn’t realistic, albeit it wasn’t impossible either…

A real scion like Natsuya Yoruhana would possess excellent etiquette and appearance, not to mention her outstanding field of vision and the virtue of her self-cultivation… In conclusion, everything about her would be far above ordinary people.

Normal people would feel unworthy just by standing beside her, and even if they worked up the courage to speak to her, it would only take a few sentences before they realized the vast distance between them. It was as if a thin membrane separated them, an insurmountable wall.

As for the reverse, even if there were some rare ones among the commoners that didn’t care about Natsuya’s status and were willing to continuously chat about ordinary topics with her, would a lady like Natsuya really be interested in those topics?

And as for reality… there were all sorts that would appear: sycophants, those who wanted to take advantage of her or her connections, and those wanting to capture her heart, causing her to fall in love with them. If she had been a vain scion in search of flattery, it wouldn’t matter, but Natsuya would most likely feel only disgust towards such people.

Finally, even if there was someone great enough to overcome all those barriers, Natsuya Yoruhana’s true identity was still that of someone with mystical powers. She would always have… various worries when making friends with ordinary people that were ignorant of such powers.

Differences in social statuses simply weren’t so easy to overcome.

Seiji mulled it over.

”Even though you just said you don’t have any close friends, although it might be impolite for me to ask further, I’d still like to ask something: what’s your opinion of Kazufuru Ooike?”

”Ooike-kun?” Natsuya tilted her head slightly before replying, ”He’s an above-average student and an excellent secretary.”

”Apart from that?”

”Nothing else.” Natsuya lightly skipped over anything else she thought of Kazufuru.