I was a coward, so I’d decided to let Prince Keith read the student council guidelines and bell himself. I’d even underlined the rule in question from him.
The specifics don’t matter as long as we get the results we wanted, right?
“Ralph! Hugo!” Prince Keith exclaimed. “If we start a petition and collect the signatures of over half of the student body, we can overturn the student council’s decision!”
Finally! What took so long? What were Ralph and Hugo doing all this time? The same goes for Percival!
“Let’s collect those signatures, Prince Keith!” Ralph replied.
The princess and I had done our job of setting the stage, so our role in this kerfuffle had come to an end.
Man, I sure am hungry. I wasn’t hungry during lunch, so I only ate half of my meal.
“Lady Margaret, why don’t we check with the dining hall staff and see if there are any leftovers,” I suggested.
The members of the knight club who’d finished eating had all left with Prince Keith to gather in his dorm and prepare the petition. Now that things had calmed down, the students who’d been too afraid to come to the dining hall were finally eating dinner.
“Would they even have leftovers?” Princess Margaret wondered.
Though she was dubious whether we’d actually get food, she must have been quite hungry, because she was already holding a tray.
“Excuse me, are there any leftovers from dinner?” I asked.
The women working at the dining hall appeared to have seen the commotion from earlier.
“We sure do,” one of the cafeteria ladies replied. “No one asked for seconds, so we’ve got leftovers.”
I hadn’t known that we were allowed to ask for seconds.
That makes sense. A pip-squeak like Patience may get full off of one serving, but that amount of food wouldn’t be enough for a fifteen-year-old boy in the knight track.
Princess Margaret and I completed our mission of securing food, and we sat down for a proper dinner.
“Wasn’t there a single member of the knight club who bothered to read the student council guidelines?” the princess remarked.
I thought the same thing, but it’s too late to be worrying about that now.
“I’m wondering whether they will actually be able to obtain the signatures they need,” I replied.
It seemed like they had a chance at success, but this whole situation had caused many students to resent the knight club.
“Just what is Percival doing?” the princess huffed.
Percival wasn’t living in the dorms, so perhaps he was visiting the students who commuted from home to get them on his side.
“Perhaps he decided that it was best for Prince Keith to start the petition,” I said. “I think he will be working behind the scenes to persuade others to sign.”
I thought back to the rules I’d read earlier and found myself nervous about something.
“Um, is it all right that the music club is technically interfering with the glee club’s performance for the Festival of Verdure?” I asked.
“We aren’t interfering whatsoever,” Princess Margaret said with an elegant smile. “We are just supplying them with wonderful music. Didn’t the guidelines state that clubs that cause detriment to others are in trouble?”
Are we really in the clear? President Albert has been offering a lot of support to the glee club ever since they split from the choir club. I can’t imagine Albert doing this all out of the kindness of his heart. I’m a bit worried.
“Um, do you think the choir club will lodge a complaint against us? They may think it’s unfair for the music club to be providing the glee club songs.”
Princess Margaret tilted her head as she thought for a moment.
“Now that you mention it, Albert is quite kind to the glee club. Even if his kindness allowed for the music club to perform a greater number of new pieces, it’s a bit suspicious.” It seemed that the princess also found it strange for Albert to be so generous to others. Until now, she’d been too preoccupied with the fact that she’d get to hear a wider variety of new compositions. “Regardless, we’re fine as long as our actions aren’t detrimental to another club. I’m sure there are other clubs that collaborate on activities.”
Are there? I’ve never been interested in the activities of most clubs, so I don’t really know much about that.
It appeared that the knight club had begun collecting signatures for their petition. Princess Margaret and I both obliged Prince Keith’s request and signed the petition. All that we could do now was to wish them the best and cheer them on.
My classes for Tuesday were geography, foreign language, sewing, and weaving. I wouldn’t be anywhere near the mage track courses. I also had music club after school. I’d be with Princess Margaret in foreign language and sewing.
At lunch, Princess Margaret and I talked about our gowns that we were making for sewing class. Beside us were Prince Keith and his friends, who were passionately discussing their efforts to collect signatures.
I’m glad we have this buffer zone of two seats between us.
I didn’t really have to be concerned though, because the princess and I had already signed the petition. They didn’t need us, so we were being completely ignored.
In sewing class, I did my best to focus and not unconsciously use household magic, which was quite difficult. I started by taking my cut pieces of fabric and basting them together. I then tried my gown on to see if it fit me correctly.
Yeah, this is too big.
I was not only younger than my classmates, but Patience’s body was just small, even for her age.
I wonder if my height is a result of nutritional deficiencies or genetics. My father’s skinny but pretty tall.
I tried to recall what my mother looked like. My memories of her were from when Patience was still quite young, so she seemed quite tall. However, going through memories where my parents were standing next to each other, it seemed that perhaps she wasn’t necessarily of a tall stature.