"Next on the agenda..."
The meeting went about as uneventfully as I expected.
It was one of those formal gatherings where the student council reviewed recent incidents and updates—follow-ups on the magical outburst during the entrance ceremony, reports on the attempted kidnapping of an academy student, that sort of thing.
The papers handed out to us summarized everything in neat little columns of numbers and facts—an entire week's worth of chaos reduced to statistics.
"Excuse me," someone said from the back.
The presenter, a nervous-looking student with trembling hands, glanced up. "Y-yes? What is it?"
"There's missing data on the right side here," the student council president said calmly.
"Ah! I'll correct that right away!"
"Please make sure to double-check your materials next time."
"I-I'm sorry!"
The room went silent.
