Sakuramoria

Barely back in his room, Gideon immediately flopped onto the bed, intending to thoroughly consider the latest events and News, and only then noticed that his wall was no longer empty – it was now occupied by that very poster of Alidum. Glancing at the neighboring side, he saw his latest creation, even more vividly expressing the demon's peculiar tastes. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he shifted his gaze back to the poster – compared to Alidum's drawing, it looked almost civilized; the focus on the girl herself, the pose, the clothes, the face – everything was generally well-executed, while the demonic artist paid little attention to these details, elevating the theme of deprivation of freedom to an absolute. "He could at least have asked for permission. If I decide to hang something of my own, I'll have to explain things to him, and generally keep him in check so that he doesn't treat my wall as his own. Right, what was I thinking about... I got distracted." The student council president elections could have minimally affected Gideon, but now he himself is running as a candidate. It seems completely illogical for him to suddenly volunteer to attract the attention of the entire academy. So, what the hell is he doing? A thirst for power, for privileged authority? No, that's not it. A way to indulge his own ego, to watch as everyone listens to his every word, applauds his most brilliant ideas? Ha, funny, maybe that's it. Imagining this picture, the theosophist smiled smugly. But this smile quickly faded. First, one shouldn't count one's chickens before they hatch; he might just end up embarrassing himself. Second... it's too simple an explanation. No, he was primarily driven by something else. A desire to show Levizia and Alidum who's boss, or maybe a duty as a representative of the class? Yes, exactly! It's all so simple and clear. It seems that no detail escaped this self-analysis. Hmm. Gideon had already forgotten when he suddenly started to care so much about the class's honor and his own status. After all, initially, he didn't even want to return to NAILS after the April events. And a couple of months later – who would have thought – here he is, choosing ideas for his nomination for student council president. His choice was obvious; the other two... Well, it's logical to support someone from his own circle, and Leila's proposal was the most interesting, and Bella's idea stood out unusually against the others. Perhaps the proximity to Nira has a positive effect. Feeling that his thoughts were about to go astray again, the guy shook his head, barely managing to get rid of the sudden nervousness. If he is really going to become the president of the student council, then he needs to pull himself together. Picking up a volume on theology, Gideon began to flip through the pages, reviewing the descriptions of the deities. He stopped at the page for Dante. The wisest Creator, patron of science and knowledge. Suddenly smiling kindly, he remembered Fortis – he definitely knew what to do, because it was the religion of his homeland, which he would never renounce. Previously, the theosophist would not have called himself inclined to accept any faith, but now he has actually believed, at least in a friend. Gideon adopts Dante's beliefs.