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— Futaba Sekuhara, 31 votes! — Duncan and the other teachers applaud. — Come on, let's give a big round of applause to our first student council president!

If the teachers wanted to rig the election in favor of Futaba, they could have done it in a more subtle way. If the goal was to show off and assert themselves at the expense of a group of underage kids, it just looked pathetic. It's hard to imagine a more shameful achievement than an old man, covered in medals and orders, finding pleasure in tormenting inexperienced youngsters. There was only one other possibility: everything that happened was a carefully planned nail in the coffin of the Levezia democratic coalition; a desire to clearly demonstrate who is in charge now and how things will be run in the academy from now on.
Nira glanced around the hall with mild interest, her gaze stopping on the victorious classmate. It was impossible to tell from her face whether she was involved in all of this or was simply elected as the best candidate, given the new circumstances. It was also clear that after the unsuccessful attempts to banish the demon, none of the students dared to try their luck by demonstrating civil protest: they no longer had any rights, even "for show."

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You will leave here either having satisfied all the expectations listed above, or dead.

by the way, I suggest a Spartan party wipe.

Futaba sighed heavily and shrugged. "Good speech, 'teacher,' but you'd better sit down. With your equipment and at your age, you can't stand for long in the July heat," she said, waving her hand at the teachers. "Bring him a chair, get him some water! The man is not well."

I suggest a Spartan party wipe, by the way.

Well, I think that as a group, we can defeat the teachers, although not everyone will survive.
But then there will be a party wipe. Maybe we should wait...

Futaba sighed heavily and shrugged.
- A good speech, "teacher," but you'd better sit down. With your gear and at your age, you can't stand in the July heat for long, - she waved her hand at the teachers. - Bring him a chair, get him some water! The man is not well.

In response to Futaba's words, most of the hall burst into cheerful laughter. It seemed that the unexpected change of atmosphere had affected even the usually very serious students.
- Ha-ha, Sir Duncan, you really shouldn't joke like that! I almost thought for a moment that...
Iori's speech is interrupted by an unexpected bullet hitting his thigh, and he continues with a deep groan.
- I'm getting too old, I missed. - Duncan hides the pistol back under his cloak. - This is to show you that this is not a joke. Insurbordination is not welcome in our country, no matter what, - he throws a dark glance at Claudia and other students of foreign origin, causing them to freeze, - whether you are citizens of the kingdom or not. Consider that from today, Futaba is your queen, and you are her subjects. And you better hurry, or poor Iori will bleed to death.

Okay, now he needs to spend time recharging, it’s time for the attack.

/Futaba is standing right next to me./

- Are you sure you want to take underage citizens of Sakuramor as hostages for your strange fantasies, "teacher"? This is a school, not a partisan village," Futaba said, glaring at him as if casually bringing her second, invisible hand close to the area from which she could instantly pull out a sharp object. "There are serious legal consequences for that. Isn't that right, "colleagues"?" - the last question was addressed to the remaining handful of long-suffering teachers.

- Are you sure you want to take underage citizens of Sakuramor as hostages for your strange fantasies, "teacher"? This is a school, not a partisan village, - saying this, Futaba glared at him, casually bringing her second, invisible hand close to the area from which she could instantly pull out a sharp object. - There is serious legal responsibility for this. Isn't that right, "colleagues"? - the last question was addressed to the remaining handful of long-suffering teachers.

The faces of the assembled teachers expressed completely different emotions. Vallota lowered her gaze to the floor and tried not to make eye contact with anyone, whether it was the other teachers or the students. Altino seemed to find all this very entertaining. Clivia watched what was happening with indifference. Thyme looked from Futaba to the other students, trying to convey with his gaze that "the situation is under control." The new teacher was also on alert and ready to take the necessary measures in case of unexpected events. Duncan ignored Futaba's remark.

First, Ixora rises from her seat. She spends a few short moments making an improvised bandage for Iori and goes up on stage to Futaba and Duncan. She first kneels on one knee, then on the other. Her face does not express any new emotions, and it did not seem that she could accurately convey the mood required by the old general, but despite the previous display of sternness, he did not seem to mind it yet. She lowers her head to Futaba's loafer and uses her tongue instead of a cloth, then wipes it with a handkerchief.
- Thank you for such an honor, President. - The words are as hard as steel, but devoid of either dislike or disgust, as well as any obsequious notes. It was as if she was the very automaton or android from Gideon's book. - All this is very unexpected, and therefore please forgive the brevity of my words. Thank you for serving as an example of courage and independence for me, and I hope that you will continue to show us all the way to the true path of a warrior.

Futaba sighed heavily and shrugged.
- Good speech, "teacher," but you'd better sit down. With your gear and at your age, you can't stand in the July heat for long, - she waved her hand at the teachers. - Bring him a chair, get him some water! The man is unwell.

"No, Futaba, unfortunately. This is no longer foolishness or madness. Worse, you've been taken hostage, just like us. There's no clever educational plan here. General Mandragora, who has already tested our patience in every way possible, has openly declared war on us, threatening death. Such a serious event, along with everything else, in an academy under the patronage of the king's granddaughter, cannot go unnoticed by His Majesty. And that means he approves of all this, at the very least. This can no longer be explained by Alidume's control or something like that, by the way, right?" - she glances sideways at the demon, but for a moment, as if not looking at him, checking.
"It would be good to retaliate for the declaration of war, but we are in the heart of enemy territory. If we kill the criminals, we will be declared criminals ourselves, and our fate will be sealed. Goodbye. So long. Oh, Yukka, we've lost everything," - the girl remembers her friend and unexpectedly feels even greater anger.
"AND HOW LONG AGO did they commit all these atrocities? And are you sure... Yukka..."
Varya was brought out of her thoughts by Ixora. She oriented herself correctly, good job. For now, we'll have to play along, and you too, Futaba. Your fighting spirit is good, dear neighbor, but now you need to think about others and be a puppet queen. Until we decide what to do next.
Varya prepares to go next.

This can no longer be explained by Alidum's control or something similar; by the way, how is he doing?" -- he glances sideways at the demon, but for a moment, it seems like he's not looking at him, but rather checking something.

Alidum's face showed a mixture of bitterness and malicious glee. It was clear that, on the one hand, he found the whole situation very amusing, but on the other hand, he disliked the thought of having to go through today's "oath" together with everyone else.

With disgust, revulsion, and pity, Futaba watches the execution of Ixora and steps back a few paces.
- My "subjects" obey me, not you, old man. It is up to me to decide their fate, - she says, pointing her finger at Duncan and glaring at him. - As "queen," I revoke this decree. Or will you object and show insubordination? Huh?!

Duncan gives a wry smile, as if saying, "good try." "I'm afraid I have orders with a higher priority than yours, Your Majesty, and therefore I must ask you to forgive me, as I cannot fulfill your wish. So, does this mean that the oath of Ixora did not appeal to you?" He raises his sword over the head of the girl. "Let me remind you that if the words of your subjects pleased you, then you must release them with words of instruction, and only then will someone new take their place. I see that the Barbarian is eager to come out next."

Fortis certainly laughed loudly, but not for long, just until the shot was fired. And when Ixora actually started kissing the boot, it even became a little sad. A heavy feeling rose within him, spreading from his chest to his limbs, and Fortis was slightly trembling – not with the small tremor that cowards are prone to during battle, but with the blood coursing through his muscles, preparing his body for action. He sat in silence for another second, then another, and on the third, he couldn't bear it any longer.
“What is this, people? Citizens, comrades… What is power when every subordinate is opposed to its decrees in their hearts? What is strength when it is not supported by the strength of a common will? Come to your senses! There are thirty of us here, what can they do? And if they dare, what can they achieve? I will not move an inch, and if they use force, we will respond with force! Is that clear, comrades?! Yes! Who are you, citizens or slaves?!"
Fortis began his speech sitting down, with an ordinary, albeit slightly hesitant, voice, but now he found himself standing tall and shouting with all the power of his lungs. Of course, he was now slightly doubting his words. And he was quite noticeably afraid, but he still had a feeling that he had done the right thing. And if that was the case, then let whatever happens, happen.

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Kisten 4, while there's still time. And if possible, I'd also like to exchange a bonus for a turn at the beginning of the round.

— Fortis, my dear boy, remember how you answered this question during the entrance exam: you laughed just as you are now – out loud and with pleasure, but your sense of humor has deteriorated in the last two months. I understand that all this may be very unexpected, especially for someone from a different culture, but while you are in Moria, live by its laws.
Judging by the frightened looks of the students, only Cassia, Vita, Renn, Miho, Tong, Dinoris, and Neomaric were ready to fight.
— Are you all fools? — Shera addressed the "fighters." — You have a long life ahead of you. In comparison to it, a minute of humiliation is nothing.

There's still a long life ahead.

When you don't realize you're just a noob in the Revan expansion.