Kazuma Sato, a second-year high school student, accidentally introduces himself as a hero from another world on his first day at a new school. That night, the naked goddess Aqua falls through his ceiling. She was supposed to take Kazuma to a fantasy world, but due to a paperwork error, both have been reborn as modern Japanese high school students. The next day, Megumin, a chuunibyou girl, and Darkness, a masochistic lady, also turn out to be reincarnated from that same world.
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Blessings on This Wonderful School Life! - The Student Council President is a Lower-Class Goddess! The Culture Festival Café and the Explosive Love Square
November at Hinagi Daiichi High School had an air of restless excitement.
Two weeks until the Nagikaze Festival at the end of October. Colorful posters were plastered all over the school building, and after classes, cheerful voices spilled out of the classrooms.
And yet, in stark contrast to that festival mood, my stomach—Satou Kazuma's stomach—had been heavy since morning, just like every other day.
"Kazuma! The culture festival means there'll be delicious food, right!? I want to eat yakisoba!"
"I have heard that there will be food stalls at the culture festival. I wish to conquer takoyaki—a monster cuisine of this world."
"Oh my, Kazuma-san. At the culture festival, if I were to serve customers in a way that invited their scorn at the mock shop, surely..."
The living room, early morning. The aqua-haired goddess Aqua, the crimson-eyed chuunibyou Megumin, and the blonde ojou-sama Darkness. These three freeloaders were, as always, energetically assaulting my stomach.
"Just eat your food and get to school already! And Darkness, don't make the customers insult you. Work like a normal person!"
When I shouted that, Darkness shuddered with a blissful expression, saying, "Ahh... to be scolded first thing in the morning... thank you very much..." I knew it. Of course that's how it'd go.
I was used to it by now.
When I arrived at school, the classroom atmosphere was even more buoyant.
Written on the blackboard were the words "Deciding the Culture Festival Event." My classmates' energy was high. But my heart felt heavy as lead. Because, of all things, our class's event was the "Isekai Café"—the very thing I had proposed. Thinking about the hellscape that followed made my breakfast feel like it was staging a riot in my stomach.
When homeroom began, our teacher Miyahara Tadahiko, forty-two years old, a mild-mannered Japanese literature teacher, spoke in his usual relaxed tone.
"Today, there's an announcement from the student council regarding culture festival preparations. The president herself is coming."
The classroom buzzed.
"Ugh, the president?"
"Shirasaki-san, in person?"
"Isn't that insane? Up close, she's seriously on another dimension of beauty."
Shirasaki Eris.
The moment that name was heard, every boy in the class—and even the girls—stirred at once. The most beautiful girl in the class, no, in the entire school. The perfect student council president adored by everyone. The being who stood at the pinnacle of this school.
A moment later, the classroom door opened.
In that instant, the air in the room shifted, soft as a breeze.
Long, straight hair of silvery white, tied back with a star-adorned ribbon. Deep violet-silver eyes. At her ears, star-shaped earrings caught the light, glinting as they swayed.
Just by standing at the podium, she made an ordinary public high school classroom feel like a luxury hotel lobby.
"Good morning. I am the student council president, Shirasaki Eris."
Her voice was clear, and yet strangely warm.
I could hear my classmates holding their breath.
"I have come today to deliver a notice regarding the culture festival preparation period. There have been several changes to submission deadlines and budget applications. First, the mock shop permit application forms must be submitted to the student council room by this Friday."
She didn't smile broadly, but there was no intimidation either. She simply continued her businesslike explanation with a faint smile at the corners of her lips.
As always, her bearing was flawless.
This was the pinnacle of the school.
I had never once been properly looked at by those silver eyes. Of course not. I was the class outcast who, right after transferring in, had blurted out "I'm a hero from another world" and been laughed at. Our positions were too far apart.
The explanation ended, and Eris gave a slight bow.
In that moment.
Her deep violet-silver eyes caught, for just an instant, the seat by the window.
My face.
My heart leaped.
After letting her gaze linger on me for the briefest moment, she quietly—with a lonely expression on her profile, like an abandoned puppy—left the classroom.
"...Did you see that?"
"Shirasaki-san seems a little down today, doesn't she?"
I could hear my classmates' voices. But I couldn't move from that spot.
That gaze.
That lonely expression.
Why would the president look at me?
Why would she make that face?
Even when lunch break came, my head was full of those silver eyes.
I didn't feel like spreading out my lunch in the Class 3 classroom as usual, so I headed to the rooftop alone. The rooftop was normally locked and off-limits. But when I first transferred in, desperate for a place to belong, I had secretly duplicated the master key from the custodian's office. By now, this place was one of my few refuges.
The cold November wind stung my cheeks.
Leaning against the rooftop fence, gazing out over the streets of Hinagi City, I let out a sigh.
"I've had enough. I'll just keep my head down and get through the culture festival normally..."
I muttered.
"Satou-kun, you're always here, aren't you?"
"Whoa!?"
From behind me, suddenly, a familiar, clear voice.
I spun around, and there stood Shirasaki Eris.
Her silver hair flowed in the wind. Behind it, violet-silver eyes reflecting the sunlight stared straight at me.
"Sh-Shirasaki... President... Why are you here? The rooftop is supposed to be off-limits..."
"Oh my. And what about you, Satou-kun? Why are you here?"
She relaxed her lips just slightly, with a mischievous air.
Seeing her up close like this, she really was absurdly well-crafted. Like a sculpture.
"That key is a duplicate, isn't it? I have one too."
Eris pulled a small key from her skirt pocket and showed it to me.
"...Huh. So that's a thing."
I scratched my head, deflated.
"So, what does the president want with me?"
When I asked, Eris dropped her gaze to her feet for just a moment, then, as if steeling herself, looked me straight in the eyes.
"There's something I want to talk about, with you alone."
At those sudden words, my heart leaped again.
The wind blew hard.
Her silver hair danced upward.
Eris held her hair down with one hand and, in a quiet but clear tone, said this:
"I'm a much lower-ranking goddess than the goddess you all know."
For a moment, I couldn't comprehend what she'd said.
Goddess?
A lower-ranking... god?
Eris wore a self-deprecating smile. A smile I'd never seen before—human, pained.
"I am a lower goddess of Verdina. I manage the reincarnation procedures—a clerical worker, so to speak. In this world's terms, I suppose I'd be like the youngest entry-level employee at a city hall service window."
Verdina.
The name of the other world where Aqua, Megumin, Darkness, and I were originally supposed to have been summoned.
"...So you're Aqua's boss?"
"Yes. Technically, I served as an aide to the senior goddess, Amano Aqua-sama. And then, due to this outrageous procedural error, I was ordered to clean up the mess. I was dispatched here, to modern Japan."
Eris leaned her back against the fence and looked up at the sky.
Clouds drifted by.
"...I see. So, then, the reason you're the student council president at this school—it's all to monitor us...?"
When I asked, Eris slowly shook her head.
"Not so much monitoring as correction. I came to help you all prepare to return to your original world."
Return to the original world.
Those words pierced my chest far more sharply than the cold wind.
"U-um... so that means..."
"Originally, Satou-kun, you were supposed to have been summoned to Verdina as a hero. But because of this accident, you were left stranded in this world. So restoring this situation to how it should be is my job."
Then, for the first time, Eris turned toward me and smiled, softly.
"...But."
Her violet-silver eyes wavered.
"Right now, in this world, you are loved by four... goddesses."
Four.
I tilted my head at that.
"Four? Aqua, Megumin, and Darkness—well, if that's what you call love, then maybe. But who's the fourth?"
Eris didn't answer my question. Instead, she gently placed a hand on her own chest.
The gesture was so beautiful that I forgot how to breathe.
"...Including me."
Her cheeks flushed faintly, the color of cherry blossoms.
She wasn't the perfect student council president everyone in school knew.
She was just a girl in love.
"I'm suffering, caught between my mission and these feelings. The truth is, I shouldn't send you all back to your original world. But if I don't, I'll disappear. ...No, that's just an excuse. I'm sorry, forget what I just said."
Eris rattled off the words rapidly, embarrassed.
What a mess.
But what she wanted to say came through painfully clear.
"...Satou-kun. Will you look at me the same way you look at the other three?"
Eris looked up at me with upturned eyes.
The perfect ojou-sama speech, the student council president's mask—all of it stripped away. The real her was standing there.
My heart felt like it was about to explode.
"Th-th-this isn't the time for that kind of character, President!"
When I unintentionally shouted, Eris giggled.
"I'm sorry. But ever since I met you, I've wanted to say it like this."
Saying that, she took one step closer to me.
The faint, flower-like scent of her reached my nose.
"Sorry for springing this on you. Well then, see you after school. Good luck with the culture festival preparations."
Eris waved lightly and walked away toward the rooftop exit.
For a while, I couldn't move from that spot.
The heat in my cheeks wouldn't fade.
No way.
The most beautiful girl in the class, the student council president, and on top of that, an actual goddess.
That person... has feelings for me...?
And she's Aqua's subordinate goddess?
My head was on the verge of short-circuiting.
And then, an even greater hell awaited me after school.
The culture festival role assignments.
The Class 2-3 classroom was noisy, and at the center of it stood me—the one who had proposed the Isekai Café.
"Alright, we'll now decide the roles for the Isekai Café. First, there are four teams: cooking, service, interior, and purchasing. ...Why am I the one running this?"
When I muttered that, lukewarm stares flew at me from my classmates.
"Satou, because you're the one who proposed it."
"More importantly, are those three going to be okay...?"
My classmates' concerns were entirely justified.
Because our class's three problem children all had an abnormal level of enthusiasm for the Isekai Café.
And the fuse was lit, just like that.
"Kazuma! Leave the signboard creation to me! With a goddess's aesthetic sense, I'll order the most beautiful signboard for you!"
Aqua raised her hand energetically.
I had nothing but bad feelings about this.
"Hey, Aqua. The signboard is something the interior team makes by hand using scrap materials from the school. We don't have the budget for ordering anything."
I tried to stop her.
"What are you talking about? The signboard is the face of the shop. ...That's it! I'll have them put 'Isekai Curry' in gold leaf lettering for a luxurious feel!"
"Curry!? It's supposed to be a café! Why is the menu changing to curry!?"
The moment I said that, I realized something outrageous.
"...No, wait. What did you just say? On the signboard, curry..."
"That's right. 'Isekai Curry.' Perfect, isn't it?"
"How could that possibly be perfect!? What are you doing writing 'curry' on a café signboard!? And since when did you place an order!?"
Aqua puffed out her chest, looking proud for some reason.
"I already ordered it earlier on my smartphone. They said 'delivery tomorrow.' As expected of me!"
"Don't do it before telling me! And you got it wrong! Where does that mysterious confidence even come from!?"
The classroom was filled with stifled laughter.
But the hell was only just beginning.
"Fuh. Let me be clear. I
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