"Hahahaha…" Marsh burst out laughing, lightly wiping the tears from his face. Then he lifted a cup of tea and drank it down.
A few seconds later, he grabbed the cup again and activated his Stoker-class skill, burning it into ashes with the searing heat pouring from his palm.
"I can't believe you actually let him into the student council."
He spat and gazed at Carl in disgust and sneered, sinking back into the softness of the sofa he was lounging on.
Alger sat nearby, showing almost no hostility toward Carl. She only smiled seductively and gave him a playful wink.
"What a creep… Don't talk to me."
Carl shuddered for a moment before pulling out a sheet from the stack of papers he'd been clutching and placing it on the desk where Hanley had been signing. That was the job he was stuck with here—handling the paperwork.
After taking a short breath, Carl glanced at the student president and activated his [All-Seeing Eye] skill.
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[Age]: 17
[Class]: Stoker
