The Mob Priest Will Raise the Heroine

Chapter 315

Eric explained the duties of the Student Council with the calm demeanor of a nobleman.Marianne listened attentively while hiding the hatred in her heart.

"Regarding the duties of the Student Council, they're divided into routine tasks and annual events..."

Eric's explanation was smooth and easy to understand.

He was probably used to speaking in front of others. It became clear that Eric had excellent communication skills.

(He seems so competent... Ugh, how infuriating!)

Normally, it would leave a good impression, but for Marianne, it only served to fan the flames of her anger.

The royal family of Saintcle was the enemy. And competent enemies were troublesome.

Marianne grew increasingly irritated inside, and beneath her mask of a gentle and beautiful girl, she harbored malice like a true witch.

(Saintcle royal family... I will definitely wipe you out someday! Along with that Saint!)

"...Well, that's about it for the explanation. Do you have any questions?"

"No, nothing at all."

Marianne smiled like a blooming rose.

"Once again, I've made up my mind to join the Student Council. I hope to serve the academy."

She blushed and activated the power of Charm.

"Gulp...!"

The two guards swallowed hard.

Faces flushed, they stared at Marianne with passionate eyes.

"Hahaha, that's great to hear. I'll have to get approval from the other officers and advisors, so it won't be immediate, but once it's official, I'll let you know."

However, there was no sign that Eric had been charmed.

As expected, having Saint blood in his veins gave him resistance to demonic power.

(Perhaps he's close to Reina Laurel... If that's the case, it'll take time for Charm to take effect.)

But Charm was like a drug.

Even with resistance, if it was applied continuously, it would eventually cause addiction symptoms.

(A slow conquest is the best strategy. For that, joining the Student Council is the quickest way.)

"Um... excuse me."

A knocking sound came from behind.

When Marianne turned around, several female students peeked in through the open door.

Eric tilted his head and asked them,

"Oh? Do you need something?"

"Um... sorry to bother you while you're busy. We brought a little gift for Prince Eric..."

"Ah, I see."

Eric stood up and walked over to the female students.

One of the girls held out a small package.

"Um... we made these cookies in home economics class. Please try them!"

"Thank you, I'm happy to receive them."

He then accepted the gift package the girl offered.

It must be a regular occurrence... Eric seemed used to it.

(As I thought, he's popular with girls... How annoying. So irritating.)

Watching their youthful interaction, Marianne simmered with rage.

But then she widened her eyes at the mysterious phenomenon that followed.

"Um... I'll take the afro version, please."

"Ah, got it... Hmph!"

"Huh...?"

Eric let out a spirited shout.

In the next moment, Eric's hair puffed up and transformed into a frizzy style like broccoli.

"Kyaa! It's Afro Prince!"

"So cool! So cute!"

The female students squealed with delight.

They cheerfully handed over their gifts, accepting what seemed like a bizarre situation to Marianne.

"Do your best! We're cheering for you!"

"Thanks... Well then, I've kept the new students waiting, so I'll wrap this up."

Eric waved warmly and returned to Marianne.

"Sorry. Let me resume the explanation."

"Eh, eh? P-Prince... what's with your hair...?"

"Ah, I forgot. Was it unsightly...? Hmph!"

Eric let out another spirited shout.

His hair began to move on its own like the legs of a living creature, then returned to its usual straight style.

"Whaaat!? No way!?"

"Hahaha, most people are pretty surprised the first time. I've developed this trait recently, and even I'm amazed."

Eric held out his hand.

Sparks crackled at his fingertips, creating a small light.

"Maybe it's because I once received angelic power due to my emotional immaturity? My body is charged with electricity, and I can change my hairstyle like this. Well, it's limited to either straight or afro though."

"I-I see... That's amazing."

Marianne gave a stiff smile and responded in a monotone voice.

(This is the school the Saint attends. Descendants of those who once defeated the Demon King...!)

Scary. Really scary.

Marianne trembled with genuine fear, her slender body shaking.

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