The Student Council of Babyls was an institution built on absolute efficiency and strength, tasked with the near-impossible mission of maintaining order among the 666 wildly varied and ambitious students attending the prestigious academy. This herculean task was possible only because of the individual who commanded it: President Ameri Azazel.
Ameri possessed an incredible level of strength—both magical and physical—and she inspired a fierce, unwavering loyalty from her subordinates. Her subordinates, in turn, enforced her will with precision, ensuring she was highly admired and respected by the rest of the student body. Her very presence was often enough to quell a chaotic outbreak.
Immediately following her charged confrontation with Noir Sullivan, Ameri was pulled away to deal with a student who had, in a spectacular display of magical overreach, attempted to turn a courtyard fountain into a geyser of hot sulfur. The incident was resolved swiftly and silently, Ameri's presence dissolving the conflict instantly.
As she returned to her office, several students—some council members, some simply curious onlookers—gathered near the courtyard still buzzing with the excitement of the confrontation and the monumental tree. One of the council members, a lower-rank demon named Goemon, approached her cautiously.
GOEMON: "President Azazel, if you don't mind me asking... about the Sullivan incident. You mentioned the possibility of the tree not belonging to the Demon World. And earlier, in your report, you implied the existence of 'other realms.'"
Ameri paused, her formidable eyes sweeping over the group. The question, while framed politely, touched upon a subject most demons treated as pure fantasy.
GOEMON: "Forgive my forwardness, but... do you truly believe that other realms exist? Beyond the Netherworld, that is. Most of us assume that if they did, we would have already conquered them."
The idea that there could be worlds equal to, or outside of, the Netherworld's sphere of influence was deeply unpopular and contrary to the general demonic hubris.
Ameri stood straight, her hands clasped behind her back. Her voice, usually reserved for commands, held a rare note of unwavering certainty.
AMERI: "I know what the common belief is. It is arrogant and short-sighted. The universe is vast. And yes," she met their gazes squarely, "I believe that other realms—realms inhabited by strange beings, even humans—exist."
A wave of disbelief rippled through the students.
STUDENT A: "Humans? President, respectfully, they are merely tales used to frighten little imps."
STUDENT B: "And if they existed, why wouldn't they have attempted to contact us?"
AMERI: "Perhaps they have their own reasons for concealing themselves, or perhaps the barrier between realms is simply difficult to cross. But I have seen evidence that supports their existence. And I assure you, the moment I am certain, the Student Council will be the first to know."
Dismissing the students with a firm nod, Ameri entered her office, leaving a trail of wide-eyed, skeptical onlookers in her wake.
Once the heavy oak door of her office clicked shut, Ameri's rigid posture eased only slightly. She walked across the expansive room, past her massive desk and the various implements of order, straight to a towering, locked bookshelf.
Inner Monologue (Ameri):They question the possibility of other realms. They question the existence of humans. But they have not seen the proof I hold. They have not seen the memories.
She approached a specific section of the shelf dedicated to ancient texts and scrolls, whispering to herself with a conviction that only deep faith could inspire.
AMERI: "I have all the proof I need to confirm that humans and other realms exist. The unusual magic of Sullivan, the unclassifiable tree—they are merely physical side effects. The real proof lies in the records of my ancestors."
She placed her hand firmly against a section of the bookshelf that bore a complex, ancient Azazel family seal. With a subtle surge of mana and a clicking sound, the entire section slid inward, revealing a special, concealed compartment.
Inside were not grim demonic grimoires or forbidden texts of power, but a carefully organized collection of pristine, brightly colored paperbacks: a complete set of a manga series called "First Love Memories." These books had been passed down through her family for generations, ever since her distant ancestors had crossed the boundary and accidentally brought the human media back with them.
Ameri selected the first volume with a reverence she normally reserved for the school charter. She walked back to her desk and sat down, her entire formidable aura shifting from 'Council President' to 'intensely focused reader.'
She opened the manga. The text was, of course, completely indecipherable to her demonic eyes. The words were a nonsensical squiggles.
AMERI: "The written word remains illegible," she sighed, a small note of disappointment in her voice. "But the story..."
She began to flip through the pages, her intense focus transferring to the detailed illustrations. The manga depicted the story of a shy, sweet human girl named Sakura and her clumsy, pure-hearted romance with a boy named Kenji.
As Ameri followed the pictorial narrative—the awkward glances, the accidental hand-holding, the dramatic misunderstandings under a blooming cherry tree—her composure melted.
The Staring: Her intense, critical eyes softened and widened into pools of pure, heart-throbbing emotion.
The Posture: Her rigid, perfect back slumped slightly forward, her elbows propped on the desk.
The Sounds: Small, utterly uncharacteristic squeals of delight and sighs of romantic distress escaped her lips.
AMERI: (Muttering, tracing a panel where the hero drops his ice cream) "Oh, Kenji! Why must you be so clumsy? If you do not retrieve the forgotten lunchbox before Sakura leaves, your chances of confessing beneath the summer festival fireworks will be ruined! Ruined!"
She slammed the book shut momentarily, her face flushed with excitement.
Inner Monologue (Ameri):This is the evidence. The human realm is one of unparalleled purity and romantic intensity. The stories of their love and their trials are proof of a profound, sophisticated culture. I must understand their customs. I must understand... First Love! This, surely, is the essence of the other realm.
She snapped the book back open, desperate to see if Kenji confessed in the next chapter. The formidable, respected, all-powerful President of the Student Council was entirely lost in the drama of a human shojo manga, confirming her belief in another realm while revealing a completely different, deeply hidden, and intensely romantic side of her personality.