What If Beak Yu-seol Was A Bit Too overpowered

Chapter 6

For Stella Academy's high school students, completing several hours of volunteer service was mandatory.

Typical options included daily assistance at the Magic Post Office or street cleaning, but many students despised such tasks.

This was largely because joining a 'club' was more comfortable and beneficial for their future careers.

As a result, clubs for nobles functioned primarily as social gatherings, while for commoners, they became a means of logging volunteer hours.

The Skalven Club, where the nobles of the Skalven Empire gathered, could be considered to be focused on social gatherings.

This club, often referred to as the 'heaven's social gathering,' was one of Stella's most prestigious organizations. Traditionally, it was led by the highest-ranking student, regardless of their age. Therefore, it was no surprise when Crown Prince Jeremy Skalven, though just a freshman, assumed leadership.

Verazen, the former head of the club, stood respectfully before Crown Prince Jeremy, bowing deeply.

Behind her, fifty other students mirrored her posture.

In the center of the 3,500-square-foot hall, a boy lounged on an opulent sofa worth tens of millions of credits. At first glance, one might not believe this was merely a student club room.

Jeremy Skalven.

He gazed idly at the five-colored chandelier suspended from the ceiling.

Jeremy's gentle smile was soothing, exuding an aura of tranquility with just a passing glance.

"It's cheap."

Jeremy said

But the words that left his mouth carried no warmth.

"I apologize. I'll have it replaced immediately."

Verazen said.

"Sure. Thank you. Please do."

Jeremy said with his signature smile.

Jeremy's smile made the girls' cheeks flush red, but Verazen broke into a cold sweat.

'...This isn't good.'

Verazen glanced at the boy kneeling and trembling in front of Jeremy.

The boy, Morso Dorden, was the heir to the prominent Dorden family. Yet here, he was nothing.

If anything, he was like dust gathering in the corner.

"Morso. Lift your head. Why are you so scared?"

Jeremy asked

At Jeremy's words, Morso hesitantly lifted his head while Jeremy maintained his cheerful expression.

"Yes, yes..."

Morso said with a scared voice

"Yeah. I want to hear your excuses straight from your mouth. Care to explain?"

Jemery asked.

In response, Verazen hurriedly said, "That's actually-"

"Verazen?"

"Yes?"

"I don't recall asking you to explain. You thought you could?"

"S-Sorry!"

Verazen gritted her teeth and stepped back.

'Please don't let that stupid Morso talk nonsense!' she prayed.

Unaware of Verazen's silent plea, the words that came from Morso's mouth were incoherent.

The story was short-not much of a story-but it was enough to chill the hall.