The Retired Hero is an Extra

"He\'s a senior, right?"

"He has to be, our year only has two members on the Student Council..."

"Yeah... and they\'re with the professor..."

The voices trailed off and became a mess as everyone started gossiping, but they paused as the male student was about to speak.

"Hello, juniors. Do you know where your Year Representatives are?"

He appeared to be just a kind neighborhood guy with glasses, wearing a uniform similar to Jash and Ziva.

Although it was different due to the Year he was in, it was easy to connect him to the Student Council.

"Oh, Professor Aileen took them to her office," a boy sitting in the front row replied, not waiting for someone else.

He was a bit nervous, fidgeting his fingers, and wanted the senior to go away as he had heard a lot of senior-bully-junior stories and didn\'t want to be another victim.

However, the Student Council guy frowned before instantly regaining his composure, not letting his aura leak so as to not scare the nervous kid.

"Oh, bad timing, I guess? Thanks, by the way," he said, placing his hand on the boy\'s shoulder to calm him down.

Sadly, it only had an adverse effect as the boy froze in his position, but the Student Council guy thought he calmed down the boy.

But at least he was aware of his juniors\' nervousness and directly walked out of the classroom, letting the classroom regain their cheerfulness.

Despite his kind elder brother looks and gentle face, his strength was no joke, his presence being quite oppressive.

"H-he f-froze!" the boy\'s deskmate shouted after seeing the boy\'s expressions and instantly a sense of fear enveloped everyone in the class.

Those outside remained unaware of the negative image their actions caused.

"What happened, Ivan?" another member of the Student Council asked after seeing Ivan walk out.

"They are in the faculty block," Ivan replied, adjusting his glasses, making the other guy roll his eyes at Ivan\'s strange habits.

No one understood or knew why he would do that, it made no sense to them.

But if anyone from Jash\'s old world were here, they\'d recognize it as the universal gesture that anime info-characters do.

The ones that always wear glasses and keep adjusting them before any explanation and probably had answers to every question one could imagine.

"Let\'s wait at the Exchange sector," Ivan said and walked ahead, making the other guy have no choice but to follow Ivan.

Unaware of the two people waiting for them, Jash and Ziva had already arrived at the exchange sector, ready to go back.

Both of them remained quiet, absorbed in their own thoughts, with one thinking about rising in the Student Council and more.

On the other hand, Jash was thinking of how to deal with the Student Council after his dear brother made a mess and graduated.

He knew his brother well enough to know what kind of crazy personality he had and how much the juniors would have to handle.

\'Add her brother and the Princess to the mix, and boom, you get the craziest combination,\' Jash clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Heavy discrimination and some mild revenge awaited them if they met the Student Council President and everyone immediately.

\'It would be better if the shadow of that crazy trio goes away after a few days,\' Jash mused as their identification process was being done.

Without needing to wait for long, the two returned to a different portal from which they arrived, stopping at it.

\'Don\'t want to misstep again,\' Jash thought, narrowing his eyes to fix the image of the step in his mind.

Ziva seemed to have noticed his thoughts and leaked a subtle laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief, which irked Jash but he chose to ignore it.

As soon as they stepped in, the familiar sensations overcame them.

As they were exiting the exchange sector, they saw two people in similar uniforms waiting outside the entry of the exchange sector.

\'What\'s he doing?\'

That was Jash\'s first thought as he looked at the bespectacled guy who adjusted his glasses and passed a smile at them.

Naturally, the two walked closer and so did Jash and Ziva as they stopped without any plans to meet.

It was easy to figure out that the two seniors were here for them and Ziva wanted to create a positive image.

\'Just where does she get this confidence from? Did she forget that only her brother could match Brandon\'s craziness?\'

Jash was the only one left in confusion, trying to come up with some excuse as the conversation began.

"Hello, I am Ivan Hale, and I am a part of the Student Council," Ivan properly introduced himself.

"I am here to invite you to the Student Council as the president wants to meet you guys," he smiled, shifting glances between the two of them.

\'Ugh, what kind of bad luck is this?\' Jash cursed, feeling as if just when he thought of the problem, it happened!

\'Is Murphy\'s Law coming into life?\' he thought, still having the gall to joke despite the situation.

However, his silence was interpreted a bit differently by the three of them as Ivan and the guy behind him, who got confused.

Just as Ziva was about to agree, Jash immediately interrupted.

"Alrigh–"

"We can\'t, right now. Do postpone it," Jash said instead of requesting or imploring.

Ivan and the other guy froze at the response, not expecting such a strong rejection at their first meeting.

But the two knew that the President wasn\'t in a very pleasant mood and they would bear the brunt of it if the two didn\'t head there.

Alas, they also couldn\'t force them due to the difference in standing and the two being Duke\'s children.

Even though the Student Council was a symbol of authority, and being a member of the Student Council was a matter of pride, it seemed Jash truly meant his words at the opening ceremony.

Of course, many students respected and feared the Student Council and the person who called Jash and Ziva wasn\'t nobody; it was the Student Council President.

It was no joke as getting that position from the crazy trio would be like putting your head into the mouth of a hungry lion.

\'This might just be more annoying,\' Jash thought as he noticed Ziva\'s surprised expression and the other two\'s expression of shock.

After all, the most authority lay in the hands of the Student Council president after the professors and rarely did someone reject them outright.

Not just reject, but Jash actually asked to straight away postpone it for no reason!

"Uhm, do you know who the Student Council President is?" Ivan asked politely, hoping for his conjecture to be true.

"Yes. Isn\'t she one of the most talented individuals inside the Academy, in her batch?" Jash mentioned casually, adding the last part to hint at something.

\'Well, a female and with some authority and talent—perfect harem material for the protagonist,\' he inwardly rolled his eyes.

Naturally, she was a beauty, a sight for sore eyes, so everyone admired and respected her.

But Jash had no reason to care about her, he just dismissed her as another brainless woman ready to enter the protagonist\'s harem.

If it were someone he could use, he would do it, but she was of no use and mostly, she wanted to vent on the younger siblings of the two who annoyed her.

Yet all of these thoughts eluded Ivan and the guy behind him while Ziva was curious to see where the situation would land.

She knew that Jash would be in trouble and she would be dragged into it, but she didn\'t care.

In the worst case scenario, she could just go and meet the President herself, leaving Jash to his own strange whims.

"You know and yet..." Ivan said aloud, letting his sentence trail off, unable to make sense of it.

If it were some Senior from some faction, it would make sense, but it was just a freshman who outright refused the invitation.

At least the guy behind him seemed to have lost his ability to speak, unable to react at the surprising turn of events.

So nothing wrong or rude was spoken.

Either way, he was just another second-year student who entered the Student Council, nothing special.

And he was just a D Rank hunter to boot, which could only be considered moderately good for a second-year student.

He was no genius, and it was very clear from how lost he appeared, but then again, not all members of the Student Council were geniuses.

The Student Council was a combination of various types of students with their own worth.

Obviously, anyone could tell that both Ivan and this guy didn\'t have strength as their main quality.

"Does it matter?" Jash said before closing in on Ivan whispering, "Don\'t you know why I am delaying it?"

Ivan flinched for a second and was about to dodge on reflex when the demonic whisper entered his ears.

"I know you can manage it somehow," Jash said, patting Ivan\'s shoulder before adding, "Senior Ivan, you can, right?"

It wasn\'t any animosity or hostility shared between them but both understood what the other party wanted.

Despite that, Ivan had no wish to force Jash and Ziva to come with him, or else the President got angry with him.

Either way, this was better as her anger would definitely go down as time passed and she wouldn\'t put them through any misery.

Or at least that was what Jash and Ivan hoped, with the latter praying to get by today safely.

Though Ivan felt annoyed with the current situation, he had no other choice but to comply and inform the Student Council President about Jash\'s response.

If he could have it his way, he would just ignore Jash and listen to Ziva who had agreed to meet the Student Council President and he would be saved.

Sadly, who told him to have a kindred soul and let his juniors be saved from the President who was no less than a demoness right now.

"Won\'t our reputation go down in the Student Council like this?" the guy behind him muttered, and Ivan agreed wholeheartedly. experience mv,le, content

"What other choice do we have? Not like we can force them..." Ivan sighed, feeling helpless.

Meanwhile, the two responsible for Ivan\'s sad state were walking away.

Jash was whistling freely, representing his free, relaxed state of mind when Ziva asked, "So, why did you do that?"

\'I mean, I expected this, but damn! She really asked!\' he thought in exasperation, unable to understand what she couldn\'t understand.