The Empire of Reimia (3)

“Well, don’t say that,” Meteon disagreed. “You have so many girls, there’s something for every taste, and what are we supposed to do, compare sausages?” “Ha-ha,” the class representative chuckled sheepishly. “That was a bit much, Meteon.” “Well, sorry, but I’m just being honest. I especially feel bad and envious for the new girl. You know, if we were choosing a class representative again, I would vote for her, not for you.” “Heh, well, I can’t say I don’t understand you, but we came to this academy for something completely different, right?” “Who knows, who knows, maybe that’s exactly why I came? And look at poor Clive. By the way…,” Meteon ruffled his classmate’s hair. “When are you going to confess?” “What?.. I… This… Well…” “What was her name again? Parphirona or something? Waiting won’t help you, and it won’t create favorable conditions.” “Meteon!!!” The boy blushed and looked sheepishly at Toutar.