Sakuramoria

Ianira leads Futaba to the student council building, picking something up from Altino along the way. She unlocks the door with a key and removes a lock from the list of locations. Upon entering, they find themselves in a cozy hall, ascend past the second floor, see the club rooms, go higher, and enter one of the doors, which leads them to the president's office. It was a rather spacious room with large windows, dominated by white and marble decor. On a beautiful black table made of darkwood bark, there were some papers, and behind the chair, a large portrait of the king was prominently displayed. Upon seeing it, Futaba remembers that the man from her dreams looked exactly like this, except that his face lacked the sternness depicted on the canvas, and instead, emotions of love and passion prevailed. On the opposite side, the flag of Sakuramoria was displayed.
— Welcome to your office. — Ianira places her right hand over her heart. — I would like to immediately apologize for the farce that occurred earlier. Unfortunately, conducting such events is not part of Sir Duncan's portfolio, and therefore, the ceremony was less grand than His Majesty had wished. Be that as it may, the purpose of my presence at NAILS is to ensure your comfort, and it is an honor for me to be in the presence of the king's chosen one.