When Kumagawa sat up from the sofa with a start and fixed his eyes upon the window, I took aim for his head and threw a “plate”.

A plate.

An error message plate.

It was a large plate, like an IC card you would use when boarding a train, and to be precise, it was actually “Error Message Plate"—that was my Skill, the manifestation of my humanity that was quite easy to understand.

When I "inserted” a plate with instructions on it into the head of the target, I could control that target’s body and mind as I pleased—that was the absurd Skill I possessed. A Skill that I would refuse if someone offered it to me, but a Skill that I’d give away to someone if I could.

But anyway, the plate.

It went towards Kumagawa’s head—swishing and swooshing towards somewhere around his temple—then stabbed in, slid in, and stopped Kumagawa Misogi’s movements. And it wasn’t that he’d stopped in pain—in accordance to the instruction to “stay still”, he was just staying still.

“The Skill that rules over the rulers, 'Error Message Plate'—normally, it wouldn’t work too well on a bastard like you, who can barely be considered a ruler, but even though you’re about to resign, you’re still the Student Council President, so I should be able to stop your movements for a day or so—so just stay put like that, okay?”

I turned my back on Kumagawa, who had become as still as a statue, and left the Student Council office. Well, before I left, I made sure to close the curtains—there probably wasn’t anyone that would peek into the office from outside, but this was just in case.


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