Helper teacher of magic girls' school

"Consultation Wanted," Stephanie Breval was encouraged by her coveted senior, Françoise,

Give me some proper advice...

With a full expression, he left the Student Council meeting room.

On this day, the first counseling was successfully completed, and Françoise exhales gently.

And don't let it go between you, call the next counselor.

"Next, then!

"Ha!"

Called by Françoise in the conference room, the student, who responded loudly and instantly, opened the door vigorously.

"Excuse me."

The long girl, with long beautiful chestnut hair, gracefully bowled.

In contrast, Françoise repeats the same line as Stephanie earlier.

"Welcome, my troubled lamb."

"A troubled lamb? Yeah, you're right."

The chestnut-haired girl nodded loudly and affirmed in response to Francoise's call...

Unsurprisingly...

He was Manon Carlier, Vice President of the Student Council.

Like Gisele once was, the manon of doctrine that we only go our way,

I rarely consult others.

But only this time has it changed its policy.

As for Francoise counseling, he was also a half-hearted manon at first......

Everyone in the counselor gave a full look and witnessed them coming out of the conference room,

As a "maiden in love" myself, I firmly put in an "appointment" to get advice.

There was a sense of exception when it came to Gisele...

Françoise basically handles pretty much the same, whoever the other person is.

"Nice! Distressed Lamb, this special counseling is fully reserved. Just in case, I need to know your name."

"What?"

Manon tilts his neck and gives a surprising look.

Oh, my God!

Because he was asked to confirm his identity.

"... what are you talking about? Senior! I'm the vice president of the student council. Yikes! Seniors are previous student chairmen, so to speak, student council connections, direct line juniors!

However, to Manon's point, Françoise only nods small with a natural face.

"Hmm."

"What is it? Hmm!

Manon caught on quite a bit and his anger emotions lit.

Stuck in Françoise, it's like fast-firing magic.

"Don't you see me, Senior Francoise! Besides, I see you in this student club room every day these days. Wow!

But Françoise doesn't move at all.

As usual, he is calm, settled, and self-absorbed.

"What do you say? Whatever it is, it needs to be confirmed."

"What? Everything needs to be confirmed?

Why is that?

The letter clearly says on his face.

Manon gave that look.

But Françoise doesn't mind.

"Yes, I definitely need to confirm who I am"

"Mmmm..."

"Because there is absolutely no guarantee that you have impersonated Mr. Manon, that you are not someone else, that the students in front of me have used the evil" cousin "magic, and that there is no chance that they have been transformed."

"Huh? Wah, I'm someone else?

"Yes! In case of an unforeseen situation and a lot of inconvenience to the real Mr. Manon, who the hell says he will take responsibility?

"Huh? Responsibility?

"Ugh, or! You think there's a special reason why you can't be properly named?

He used to sum up Takata Koku.

I assumed she was a lady of the same nobility, no matter how many seniors were called geniuses.

It was Manon who attacked with a rapid-fire gun and tried to take the lead from Françoise...

Conversely, I ate a rounded counterattack.

After all, Manon apparently felt that Françoise had no teeth.

"Ugh, that's just me. Only my mouth is no match for seniors either. Let's leave this place for a while."

"Hehe, that's me? Don't you just have a mouth for it? Pause? I can't tell you about people either... Mr. Manon, you don't seem to be a decent, pride confident person."

"Ho, leave me alone!

"Leave me alone? So you don't need any of my counseling or anything?

At the end of the day, they capture word butts, no counseling?

And, a notice of impact.

That's all I get in trouble for!

Manon panics, eats down.

I don't mind apologizing here anymore.

"Yes, no! Senior! Everything was my fault. I'll name you again. I'm Manon Carlier, who belongs to Group A for 2 years. Thank you for your patience."

Francoise chuckles when Manon politely apologizes.

Apparently...... scared seniors are in a better mood.

"You can say that from the start! Now, Mr. Manon, I'm going to start counseling you. If you have any problems, don't hesitate to tell me.

In response to Françoise's inquiry,

"Ji, actually...... Ugh"

"What's up, Mr. Manon?"

"Ugh..."

"Time is limited. Speak clearly of your troubles. He's roaring like a dog, though? Are you Wang?

"Yes, no! Not at all! I categorically deny it! I'm not a dog or anything."

"Oh? So why are you roaring?

"Wow, I don't know!? No matter how much counseling, you expose everything in your mind to others in red. We need to get ready to confess.

"Ugh, ho ho ho, preparation is hilarious ~"

"Hey, what's funny! Seniors!"

"Very funny, Mr. Manon. As far as I know, you're not such a delicate balls."

"Me!? He said it wasn't such a delicate balls! What are you missing to tell me? It's very rude from earlier, seniors!

and that's just the moment Manon's anger reaches its pinnacle.

The chilling air flows into the room, and Rin's voice echoes.

"Shut up, Manon Carlier!

"Hih!"

Manon felt tremendously compelled by Francoise's drinking.

I feel my body, my limbs, hardening with fear to my heart.

"If you want my counseling, follow my instructions."

"Yes..."

I had no choice...

Manon replied honestly.

What if I defy you?

I didn't even want to imagine.

"Do you understand?

"Ha, yes... ok"

So there was something wrong...

Manon was finally counseled by Françoise.