I remember planting morning glories as an elementary schooler in my previous life. After soaking the seeds overnight, the seeds got a little plumper.
“Imbue an adequate amount of mana into the seeds!” I commanded, properly reciting my orders for the spell.
Just as I’d imagined they would, the seeds grew slightly plump.
Is this enough? I can’t really tell. This is why I asked Ms. Makias what to look for! Do the other students feel like her instructions are sufficient? They must understand her, since they’re in the mage track.
“That’s good,” Ms. Makias said. “Your incantations are longer than before. I recall them being shorter. What changed?”
She’s surprisingly observant. I’m impressed.
“In order to avoid losing control of my magic, my father instructed me to avoid incantationless casting while I’m still growing.”
A stern look appeared on Ms. Makias’s face.
“What’d you do?”
“I wished for my family’s greenhouse to be more spacious. I didn’t intend to use any magic, but for some reason, the greenhouse...expanded.”
Ms. Makias was no longer worried that my issues were serious, and her smile returned.
“You’re eleven, right? Your mana capacity will indeed keep increasing while you’re going through your growth spurt. You’d better follow your father’s advice until then. In the meantime though, you should come up with some better-sounding incantations and spell names.”
We’re in agreement on that. I even think those incantations are lame.
I kept that thought to myself as I began planting my greater herb seeds.
“Once you plant the seeds, make sure you water them. Don’t forget to purify the water.”
Just to be safe, I washed the watering can before filling it with water.
“Become clean!” I chanted, purifying the water inside. I began watering the soil.
Good grief. I’m going to have to do this every day.
Once I was done, I tidied myself up with another quick “Become clean!”
I wouldn’t want to smell of fertilizer for the rest of the day.
The dorm cafeteria was in a tizzy. The students living in the dorms generally weren’t high-ranking nobles, although Princess Margaret, Prince Keith, Ralph, and Hugo were all exceptions to this. I knew that most of the students in Class C and lower-ranking nobles who didn’t have villas in Romano lived in the dorms, but I hadn’t realized there were also many students living in the dorm with families in the knighthood.
Oh, look. A bunch of students are swarming around Prince Keith.
I quickly headed up the stairs and got to my room, where I was able to finally take a breath and relax.
I still have to go to Princess Margaret’s room.
“Patience, things have gotten out of hand,” the princess said to me when I arrived. “Keith has completely blown his top.”
I sensed that when I was walking through the dining hall.
“Yes, I saw that many members of the knight club were gathered around Prince Keith.”
I was hoping that Prince Keith wouldn’t do anything stupid, but the fervor in that group had seemed a bit dangerous.
“I heard some whispers about them storming the student council... They wouldn’t actually do that, right?” Princess Margaret asked, sounding quite worried.
I really wish Prince Richard hadn’t graduated. He could’ve settled everything with a single statement. Actually, he would’ve spoken to President Hammond and strictly scolded him before things got so out of hand.
“President Rufus is partly to blame, but storming the student council will only make matters worse,” I replied.
Princess Margaret just smiled.
I have a bad feeling about this.
“Hey, Patience,” the princess began. “Richard’s plan was to have the knight club start a petition to keep the club going, right? After having both a petition and President Hammond’s resignation, President Rufus was going to consider this matter settled.”
That was what I’d heard, but things weren’t going according to the plan.
What is Percival doing right now? He should be discouraging Prince Keith from doing anything reckless.
“The members of the knight club are much more furious than Percival anticipated they would be,” the princess continued. “The situation is probably too heated to suggest starting a petition. It would be best if the idea came from Keith.” Princess Margaret was still wearing the same terrifying smile.
It’s a good idea, but who is going to bell the cat? You’re a princess, so I think the job should fall on you, Your Highness.
“Keith probably didn’t eat lunch,” Princess Margaret remarked. “We should head to the dining hall once the bell rings.”
Are you suggesting we eat dinner together? I really don’t want to eat with Prince Keith in this prickly state he’s in, but I guess I don’t have a choice.
It seemed that I would be the one to bell the angry kitty that was Prince Keith. I decided to read through the student council guidelines until the dinner bell rang.
“Isn’t it too late to be reading that?” the princess asked.
I’d borrowed Princess Margaret’s copy of the student handbook, and I’d skipped to the last section of it, where the student council guidelines were listed. Previously, I’d quickly read through the sections covering the general school rules and dorm rules, but I hadn’t bothered to read any of the student council guidelines until now. I didn’t have much time until dinner, so I only read the guidelines that pertained to clubs.
I see. There’s a rule that mandates clubs with fewer than five members will be dissolved. That’s why Caesar was so desperate to get me to join.
Since I really didn’t have time, I was reading the rules that specifically mentioned the dissolution of clubs. The rule that was relevant to the current situation with the knight club was the following: “A club that interferes with and causes detriment to another club’s activities will be dissolved.”
There’s another rule under that one that’s really bad!
I quickly pointed out the rule that had caught my eye to the princess.
“Oh, my! This is quite troublesome. The knight club may cease to exist until the end of time.”