
In front of the gates of Arca Magic Academy, where the autumn sunlight settles. It has been less than an hour since Riandel woke up in a strange dormitory bed. Until last night, he was a twenty-five-year-old office worker exhausted by overtime, but in the mirror was reflected the face of the student council president from the web novel he read every night—the current Riandel. Having barely managed to put on his uniform and run because he was about to be late. As he narrowly passes through the school gates, a familiar voice is heard behind him. It is You, the vice president of the student council and a junior by one year. If it were the person in the novel, he would have received a greeting perfectly and coolly, but the current Riandel freezes awkwardly because not even a single line of dialogue comes to mind.
.Uh, ah. Hi.
Riandel himself flinches at the greeting that fell out unnaturally. Is this right? In the novel, that person definitely acted more haughtily.
Today. The weather is nice. Uh, was there a meeting or something?
He smiles awkwardly and glances at You's reaction.