Reincarnated as the Son of a Vicious Lord! ~When I Was Having Fun Learning Magic, I Had to Get Rid of My Stigma~! - CH 125

Getting Irritated

Translated by NotBlueYet

Edited by Schwarzel

The discussion about the social event has come to an end and the meeting was dismissed today.

Emilia and Shallot said, “Excuse me,” and left the room first.

The only two people left in the room were me and Natalie.

Natalie follows the papers on the desk with her eyes and writes something using a pen.

“It’s already late, let’s go home together for the first time in a long time.”

I looked outside and saw that the sun was setting and the sunset was reflected outside the window.

The sun sets earlier in the season.

It’s time for most of the students to leave the school building.

“I’ve still got things to do, but I think you should go home first.”

Natalie replied as she looked over the papers in her hand.

“Don’t boil it down so much, there’s still time for the social event.”

“There’s more to do than just socialize, and …time flies by quickly.”

“But…”

There are definitely times when I can’t leave because of the workload.

But now is not the time.

To begin with, she often stays late.

Recently, it has become a tradition that Natalie is the last one to leave the student council room.

I was worried about her.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

I shouted brightly.

If you don’t relax when you can, you won’t last, I think so.

“That’s not going to happen in time. ……Besides, the social event was my idea, so I’m responsible for getting it done.”

I know Natalie is a responsible girl.

Because it’s always been that way.

Even when we first met, she said, “I have a responsibility as a nobleman.”

There are surprisingly few people who are truly fulfilling their duties as nobles.

Pretty much everyone is working for their own personal gain.

I honestly think Natalie is amazing for trying to fulfill her duties without being overly concerned about her family or title.

That’s why she’s trusted by teachers and students alike as student body president.

There is no one to complain about Natalie’s work.

“Natalie’s doing well, so why not cut yourself some slack?”

I saw Natalie’s eyebrows twitch in response to my words.

“I want to give it my all, and I don’t want to cut corners.”

“That’s admirable,……, but in moderation; at worst, you can rely on someone else to do it for you.”

“Rely on who?”

“No, …well, to the other members of the student council, I’d do it too if they asked me.”

I have some knowledge from my previous life as a businessman, and I think I can do the job reasonably well.

The other members of the student council, …even Shallot, who is not on good terms with Natalie, would not refuse a job if asked.

“I’m just doing my job, that’s all.”

“I know Natalie’s good and she can do a lot, but she can’t do it all by herself.”

I just said it in a strong way.

And I’m a little remiss, but I don’t think what I’m saying is wrong.

Natalie stops her hand from holding the pen.

Then she put the pen on the desk and looked me right in the eye.

“I know, there’s not much I can do, so I’m doing the best I can.”

Natalie tried to make her point that it’s her responsibility and she’ll do it herself.

I don’t know what you’re trying to work up to there.

I don’t want to say it’s only a student council, but Natalie has changed a bit since joining the  student council recently.

I get the impression that she is being chased by something, something like that.

She seems to feel more responsibility than she should as student body president.

So I suggested a picnic to help Natalie feel better.

“Too much work is bad for you, so let’s go home.”

I shouted brightly again.

“If you’re leaving, you’re on your own.”

Natalie said in a shushing voice.

And I was a little annoyed.

“You don’t have to say it like that. ……”

“It’s a bit of an understatement, but since you don’t seem to understand, I’ll make it clear: you’re in my way.”

Natalie glared at me.

As you can imagine, I’m a little pissed off at the way she said that.

I’m saying this for Natalie’s sake, and I don’t like it when you say it like that.

“Oh, …well, I’ll just go home then.”

I lifted my bag roughly and opened the door and left the student council room.

And to Natalie, who is still in the room.

“See you later.”

I told her a few words.

By then she was already preoccupied with the papers in front of her.

Natalie’s attitude was getting on my nerves and I shut the door as hard as I could.