Sakuramoria

Watching Vita leave, Futa goes back to the presidential office, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers. There, she spends a long time looking at her nose in the bathroom mirror until she is convinced that, apart from a slight swelling, it is fine.
Leaning back in her chair and tilting her head, she applies a cold bust of one of Sakuramor's former rulers to the bridge of her nose, and with her other hand, she smokes, thinking about how tiring all of this is.
Perhaps Barbara was right, and she could have made some kind of announcement? On the third month?.. About herself?

"Greetings, fellow students. Today, I have gathered you to dispel all rumors and misunderstandings. I am the underage bride of a one-hundred-and-twenty-year-old dictator, your new queen. Thank you all, you are dismissed. Continue with your day."

Maybe about the "school secret"?

"Karvia Imas was fully authorized by the crown. For two years, you were supposed to generate electricity to enchant the king for male potency. Jin Silva, Stella Horst, and Yukka Telltail have already been batteries; they will brief you and tell you that there is nothing to fear. Alidum Moechcevich, prepare the shackles."

The cigarette butt flew into the ashtray.
The ideas of communicating information, however fair they might be in terms of providing classmates with a sense of understanding of what is happening, had no sensible and harmless way of being implemented. It was already a miracle that the old man had a brainwave and, at the snap of his fingers, dismantled the entire system. But who could guarantee that any careless action would not lead to unforeseen catastrophic consequences? That his synapses wouldn't misfire, that he wouldn't have a bout of dementia? Who could guarantee that in the event of the school being dissolved, all the students and their families would remain unharmed? The example of the trio of prisoners has already shown that nothing is sacred to the Sakuramor authorities. At least, as long as these children are here, they can be watched over and are protected by the nominal powers of the queen. Perhaps in the future, some opportunity will arise to get out of this situation, but for now, it is just a long, dark corridor, with a dim candle hanging on the wall every few dozen meters, barely illuminating the approximate path that must be followed to minimize the chances of breaking one's neck or being eaten by monsters. For now, this fragile system is somehow still balancing on a razor's edge, but new factors have already appeared - in the form of reviving relatives. And this problem will only grow over time.
Sighing heavily and taking the bloodstained bust of the great-great-great-great-grandfather emperor away from her face, the president glanced at the previously locked box of documents. There was still so much to do... But for today - to hell with this work.

- They will if you give in... - the president joked gloomily. - Don't worry.