Chapter 47: Preparation for the Cultural Festival

Once October rolled in and midterm exams were over, the school suddenly became lively. That was because a two-day cultural festival was scheduled for the last weekend of the month, and the whole student body was getting excited about it.

Our class had decided to go with the classic option of a maid cafĆ©. The class representatives were actively handling the preparations—costumes, drinks, sides, and more. Yuna and I were each assigned two hours of cafĆ© duty per day for both days, but in exchange, we were exempt from the pre-event preparations, so it was a pretty relaxed deal for us.

That said, we were involved in something for our club as well.

The "Wizard's Soil Club" I belonged to had officially transitioned from a hobby club to a full-fledged club starting last month.

When I told Yuna I was joining the Wizard’s Soil club, she insisted on joining too. And for some reason, Souta’s younger sister, Hisui, joined as well. With that, we hit the five-member requirement and were officially recognized as a school club.

We were a pretty laid-back group—three meetings a week, and attendance was optional. Incidentally, both Yuna and Hisui had played Wizard’s Soil before thanks to their brothers’ influence, so they weren’t just club members in name only.

ā€œWe, as the WiSo Club, will be hosting a tournament for the cultural festival!ā€

One day during club activities, Souta made this declaration.

ā€œSounds good to me… Turn end.ā€

I replied while playing a practice match with Suzuka using test decks.

ā€œI think it’s a splendid idea as well… I attack.ā€

ā€œAh—here, I think it’d be better to attack this way. If your opponent has this card, you’ll end up at a disadvantage.ā€

As I swapped out the creature Suzuka was attacking with, I pointed out how she could improve her play.

ā€œI see… That’s very helpful.ā€

Suzuka nodded. She had a good memory and had already grasped most of the basic strategies. Once she got a better handle on the more detailed interactions, I figured she’d do reasonably well in the tournament.

ā€œā€¦Can you guys take this a little more seriously? This isn’t just some other people’s problem.ā€

ā€œBut I’ve never been in a tournament before, so I don’t really know what to doā€¦ā€

Yuna looked up from her textbook, a cup of tea in hand, as she answered Souta from the empty table where she’d been studying.

ā€œSame here. I’m not really that into card games to begin withā€¦ā€

Hisui tilted her head slightly, looking troubled.

ā€œThen what are you two even doing in this clubā€¦ā€

Souta let out a sigh.

Honestly, while Yuna only joined because of me, I still had no idea why Hisui had decided to join this club.

If we were short on people and invited her to play, she’d go along with it, but I’d never seen her take initiative to play on her own.

When I first reunited with Hisui in the club room, I wasn’t sure how to act. The last time I’d seen her was at Ikuto’s funeral, where she’d suddenly run off.

But before I could even worry, she immediately apologized with, ā€œI’m sorry. I was really shaken up back then and ended up showing you a pathetic side of myselfā€¦ā€ and since then, we’d talked normally.

She didn’t like it when I used polite speech with her, so I started speaking casually with her like I did with Souta and Suzuka. Aside from that, our conversations had been completely normal, to the point where it honestly caught me off guard.

Putting that aside, it was decided that Souta and I—both with some tournament experience—would take the lead in organizing the event.

ā€œI want something flashy as a prize. For now, I’ll offer these holographic rare cards as prizes,ā€ Souta said, pulling out a set of foil-stamped rare cards that were worth a pretty penny.

ā€œIf we’re talking packs, I think I can provide a few unopened boxes,ā€ Suzuka added. Apparently, her family always had unopened pack boxes ready, thanks to their butler.

ā€œThat’s a big help! What else could we offer… Oh, I know! Since there are a lot of girls in our club, how about a ā€˜date ticket’ for the cultural festival?ā€

ā€œI don’t want that.ā€

ā€œSame here.ā€

ā€œI’ll comply only if Souta insistsā€¦ā€

The female members were far from enthusiastic about Souta’s suggestion.

ā€œ...Alice, I’m counting on you!ā€

Taking that reaction in stride, Souta half-heartedly tossed the idea over to me.

ā€œI don’t really mind, but would anyone actually be happy to go on a date with me?ā€ I thought. Sure, there might be some people with niche tastes, but the demand would probably be low.

Still, no matter how popular the idea sounded, I couldn’t bring myself to force any of the other girls in the club into a date with a stranger. So, I decided to take the ā€˜date ticket’ on myself.

Since prizes would be picked in order from highest to lowest, I figured I’d just play it cool in case the right to date me ended up being the last prize left.

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