Not a Villainess but a Maid

#021 Taming the Student Council President (2)

It has been three days since I cleaned Citrine Scarlett’s office.

Yesterday, Lady Ruby asked me where I had been since morning, but fortunately she didn’t ask too much, so I was able to get away with it. I have to be careful next time.

Meeting Citrine during the day was not as long as I thought. All I did was do basic cleaning for about 30 minutes in the early morning.

Compared to the first day, it was a lot cleaner now and there was nothing left to touch.

‘I’m done cleaning today.’

After briefly cleaning up, I sat down on the chair next to Citrine and rested my back.

When I asked her why she suddenly had an extra chair, she didn’t give me a reason, but it was clear that she was telling me to sit down and rest.

As I sat next to her and watched her sip her coffee and process her paperwork, she asked me something that had been bothering me.

“Why do you do so much alone, Chairman?”

“What?”

At my question she put down her pen and narrowed her eyes at me.

This was not a glare, this was the basic facial expression.

“It seems like too much to do alone. “Wouldn’t it be faster if we divided it up?”

“What are you talking about? “As the student council president, it’s natural to do something like this.”

It was strange that one person had to take on such a large task by himself, even though no one was paying him.

To be honest, it didn’t seem normal to have to reduce sleep while using the power of caffeine.

“How about sharing some work with other executives?”

When I said those words, Citrine looked at me silently and then turned her head back to the documents.

“···That’s not possible.”

“···.”

It seemed like she had a look on her face telling her not to ask any more questions, so she couldn’t ask any more questions.

“Knock…Knock.”

Citrine, who was moving the pen in silence, chuckled softly.

‘I’m coughing again.’

These days, Citrine’s coughing has become more frequent.

Every time that happened, I brought out hot tea and made him drink it, and it subsided a little, but it was only a temporary measure.

“···Why don’t you just rest today? “It looks like a cold.”

“Cold? “Only commoners get caught in that kind of thing.”

“I don’t know what the connection is…”

“You don’t even know that? This is why commoners…”

I am dizzy from the selling attacks that started again today.

No matter what, it didn’t seem like he didn’t like me being next to him.

When her cleaning was finished in about 5 minutes, she was the first to tell me to talk to her next to her.

As I was having a trivial conversation with Citrine, I heard a commotion outside.

“It looks like the student council members have arrived.”

“Why did those idiots come so early today?”

“Please sit down. “I’ll go out and have a cup of tea.”

“Do whatever you want.”

The door to the clubroom opened, and student council executives began to come in one by one.

The girls came in with a lively atmosphere, looked at me and greeted me with bright faces.

“Oh my, is that the cute girl from yesterday? “She ended up working for the student council?”

“No, I personally have the opportunity to see the Chairman more often.”

“Really? Anyway, nice to meet you.”

The women occupying executive positions are five nobles.

Their conversation seemed to be generally amicable.

I said, pouring a cup of black tea into the cups prepared in advance at the table.

“It’s black tea. “Take a drink at a time.”

“Thank you, lady.”

“I will eat well.”

Perhaps because it is a group made up entirely of elite nobles, they all had visuals that exuded an old-fashioned feel.

As soon as they sat down, they naturally started chatting.

···But, hasn’t everyone forgotten something?

“Hey, what about the chairman…?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you have separate tea time or something like that with the Chairman?”

“Oh, Citrine?”

They looked at each other in turn at my question and answered with smiles.

“Leave the Chairman alone. I usually hate things like this. “If we call, it will only be a distraction.”

“···Really?”

Still, since we are part of the same family, I guess I would at least say hello.

···Is there something like their own culture?

Now it was time to go back, but today I was a little curious about this student council.

First of all, it was a place where those who boasted the best grades on campus gathered.

As this is a club with such excellent people, I was curious about what they do on a daily basis.

“That’s right. “What is your daily routine like, student council members?”

“Is it routine? Hmm···.”

After thinking for a moment, she opened her mouth.

“Let’s sit down and chat for a bit, then drink some tea and do our own thing. Things like personal study and overdue assignments.”

“···Yes?”

I thought I might not have heard correctly, so I asked them again.

“Is there anything else?”

“Anything else?”

“Student council work, etc.”

“That’s because Citrine does it all. We have nothing to do. Yes?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

They answered calmly, as if it were natural.

“···So the chairman usually works alone?”

“Chairman, you are a genius. My grades are always the highest. “Isn’t it because everything is worth doing?”

“No, no matter what…”

“Don’t worry too much. “I’m sure the Chairman will take care of it.”

Except for her, the other executives were doing their jobs without questioning it at all.

It is said that she has been doing things this way ever since she took office as student council president in her second year.

“···.”

There were a lot of things I wanted to say, but I ended up returning without being able to say them.

I am a third party in this group.

If I were to express my opinion hastily, it would not be accepted and would be ignored.

***

I couldn’t concentrate in class all day that day.

The student council, which was considered to be for all students, was actually run that way.

They were clearly enjoying all the benefits of being student council officers, while leaving the work they were supposed to handle to Citrine.

‘It’s unfair. Something like that…’

It wasn’t a simple sentiment like feeling sorry for Citrine.

Even if you think about it a little rationally, it may be a problem that you can feel is wrong.

I didn’t understand why no one pointed this out.

“Amber, what’s going on?”

Dia, who was sitting next to me, spoke to me in a low voice.

“Yes?”

“You don’t look very happy. “He didn’t even turn the page once.”

“Ah…”

Just as she said, I guess I even forgot to turn the pages of the textbook.

If I had cleared the student council president route in the original game, I would have known what to do in a situation like this, but unfortunately, I wasn’t able to complete it.

I remember that the reason I gave up midway was probably because of Citrine’s brilliant selling skills.

What would Diamond have done in this situation?

Since she is the main character of the original work, I was curious about what she would do if she were in the same situation as me.

“···Actually, there’s someone I’m a little worried about.”

When I said that, Dia looked interested and asked.

“Really? “What kind of person are you?”

“He’s a very petty, nasty person…”

He always pretends to be strong, but from the perspective of watching, he looks like a soap bubble that doesn’t know when to burst.

“No matter how I look at it, it looks difficult, but they rarely show it. “People around him also treat him as if it’s natural for him to be having a hard time.”

“···Then, wouldn’t it be better for Amber to speak directly to the parties involved?”

“Me myself?”

“Yes. “Some people won’t understand unless you tell them.”

Of course, it would be nice if it could be resolved by doing what DIA said, but it wasn’t that easy.

“I don’t know if my words will have any impact. To those people, I am a third party…”

“So wouldn’t Amber’s words be truthful? “Unlike those people, Amber can look at the situation more objectively.”

After listening to her words, I somehow felt more confident in my actions.

“Thank you for the advice. “I’ll have to talk to you properly next time.”

I thought that was the end of the conversation, but Dia gave me a strange look and smiled slightly.

“But Amber is the woman she is so interested in. What did she like so much?”

“Rather than saying I like it, I would say I just can’t leave it alone. “I want to take care of you for no reason.”

“···Oh my.”

Diamond looked amused, covering her mouth with her surprised expression, so she added:

“···I’m telling you this in case you misunderstand, but I purely feel like I want to help.”

“Yes? “I didn’t say anything, did I?”

··· She had that sly look on her face as she said she had asked first.

Dia was just as playful as Amethyst.

She is just not visible on the outside.

***

Normally, after class, she would have gone straight to the library, but today she took a different direction.

I guess it was because I was a little worried about Citrine, who had been gurgling for a few days.

Before she went to the free activities club, she decided to stop by the student council for a while.

‘Maybe you should have brought some medicine?’

Lady Ruby took care of everything on her own, so it was difficult for her to not be able to help much, but when Citrine watched, she automatically made it so that I had no choice but to take action.

“Hello.”

When I opened the door to the student council room, the executives I had seen in the morning were laughing and chatting.

“What about the Chairman?”

“Citrine? “I’ll be inside as usual.”

I passed them by, stood in front of Citrine’s office door, and knocked.

“I’m going in, Chairman.”

Normally, his characteristic angry voice would have returned right away, but strangely, it was quiet inside.

‘Are you concentrating?’

When I opened the door and went in, I saw the top of her head leaning against her desk.

After pushing so hard, did he even fall asleep?

She naturally walked to the side and shook her body slightly.

“Chairman. President?”

“···Huh?”

“Lie down and have a good night. “I’m going to open my mouth.”

She slowly turned her head towards me with her hazy eyes and she said.

“Ah, you’re here…”

Citrine stood up, unsteadily, and turned towards the tea room where the coffee was.

“Coffee again? “You’re not feeling well.”

She looked back at me and answered with her face still half asleep.

“···I don’t understand. “A poor commoner like you…”

She seemed to stumble a little, then her body leaned towards me.

She was unable to tilt her body so she placed her body on top of me, and without saying a word, she buried her head on my shoulder.

“···.”

“···Chairman?”

I gently placed my hand on her shoulder as she did not respond.

‘Is it hot…?’

My whole body was hot.

Feeling a bad feeling, she placed her hand on her forehead and, as expected, it was extremely hot, almost boiling.

“Citrine, fever…”

I can’t even open my eyes properly, and I’m just breathing hard.

‘It’s dangerous…’

He quickly picked her up and came out of her office.

When I opened the door and came out carrying Citrine on my back, the executives who had been laughing and talking became quiet.

One of them looked at me with slightly surprised eyes and asked.

“What’s going on…? “Where does it hurt?”

To that question, I said with a straight face.

“I’m so feverish I can’t even open my eyes. “Has no one looked at it this whole time?”

“···Wow, of course we don’t know. “Because you won’t tell me.”

They were looking this way with expressions of complete unexpectedness.

“When was the last time you saw your face today?”

“9 O’clock…”

“9 A.M….?”

“He said he felt a little dizzy in the morning, but it was quiet after that, so we thought he was sleeping…”

Half day.

It must have been left unattended for half a day after I left in the morning.

Of course, she would have been absent from all afternoon classes, and at least her classmates would not have known that Citrine was absent from class.

The story is that members of the same club never paid attention for a long time.

I asked them with a serious expression.

“···Honestly, you all don’t have much interest in the chairman, right?”

Everyone looked embarrassed at my words.

“What does he say? “We love her so much…”

The people you say you care so much about don’t have a single conversation all day.

“···Do you know how many hours a day Citrine spends at her desk?”

“···Uh, about five hours?”

It’s been five hours.

I was completely impressed by that absurd answer.

“All day. “I work here even while I sleep.”

“···.”

They couldn’t answer what I said and were just looking at the ground with their subtle eyes.

Of course. Because no one would have said they would help first.

“Please open the door. “I’ll take you to the nurse’s office.”

“Uh, yes…”

I left the student council room with a solemn atmosphere, carrying Citrine on my back.

As I headed to the nurse’s office, the only sound I could hear was Citrine’s heavy breathing.