Ch. 167 One More Thing (1)
âHello, Professor Wayne Hill.â
Louise bowed as she entered the greenhouse.
âAh, Miss Sweeney.â
Professor Hill was found squatting in the corner mixing dirt, and he slowly stood up. It was the first time the two of them had met since the incident. Louise had been busy with exams, while Professor Hill was on probation. She didnât ask him how well he was doing, but the brightness of his expression was answer enough.
âAre you here to check the winter roses for the graduation ceremony tomorrow?â
âYes, thatâs right. I was worried because it snowed a lot.â
The snow and ice often threatened the leafy residents of the greenhouse.
âIt was hard work, but theyâre safe.â
Professor Hill straightened his shoulders and smiled proudly.
âYou cleared all the snow around here?â
âYes.â
âI should have come to help. Iâm sorry.â
âDonât worry. Another good student came by and helped me.â
âOh, you mean Simon?â
Louise naturally assumed it was him. Simon had been to this greenhouse many times, and he was good at physical labor.
âNo, it wasnât Lord Hillard.â
âIf it wasnât Simon, thenâ¦?â
Louise looked at Professor Hill questioningly, and he nervously scratched his cheek.
âAnyway, you donât have to come here to do hard labor. It will interfere with your own work.â
âWell, you can call me anytime whenever you need help.â
The professor gave a smile.
âThen you can count on me whenever the Sweeney greenhouse needs a hand too.â
âYouâll come?â
Louise held her hands together as if it were a wish come true, and Professor Hill nodded.
âIf you would be so kind as to invite me.â
âOf course I would invite you. Iâm sure my parents will be happy too. My father really admires you.â
Professor Hill scratched his cheek again, and he looked bashfully at the red roses. Although they were standing in the greenhouse, even winter could make its icy grip felt inside. However, the roses won the fight to bloom even in these circumstances.
ââ¦Beautiful.â
He murmured to himself in a small voice.
âWhat?â
âA-ah, nothing, Miss Sweeney. You can come and pick up the roses any time tomorrow. And please say congratulations to President Audmonial and Lord Hillard.â
âYou wonât speak to them at the graduation ceremony?â
âIâ¦I donât know if Iâll be there.â
Louise remembered that Professor Hill was on shaky ground and she didnât pursue the topic further.
âIâll convey your message to them. Donât worry.â
âThank you.â
âAnd can I come back later to give their replies?â
âOf course. This greenhouse welcomes all living things, and Miss Sweeneyââ
âIs a good creature!â
âYes, so feel free to visit.â
After giving a brief bow, Louise immediately returned to the student council room. With the graduation ceremony just one day away, everyone was up to their necks in busywork.
âHow are the roses?â
Ian asked her in a businesslike manner.
âNo problem. Theyâll look great tomorrow.â
âThank goodness.â
âWhat are you looking at?â
Louise leaned over to see the papers Ian had been studying intently. On it were the names of the graduates along with times.
âItâs when the graduates check out of the dorm.â
âEveryone has different time?â
âTomorrow, everyone will spend as much time as they can to finish their Academy life here.â
âButâ¦why is the President managing that timetable?â
Ian tapped Louise lightly on the forehead with his pen.
âIâm worried about next yearâs student council because theyâre so useless.â
âUgh.â
âListen carefully. You will be doing this job next year.â
Louise straightened her fringe and nodded quickly.
âWatching all students return home safely is the last sacred task of the student council presidents.â
Ah, she understood. The student council president cared for the students up until the last moment.
âThatâs kind of romantic. But why would I be doing that? You said it was the job of the student council president.â
âYes, it is.â
Ian patted Louise on the shoulder encouragingly.
âMe?â
âIf my prediction is correct, yes.â
âYouâre wrong! It canât be me!â
âDonât worry about it. Itâs not as much work than you think.â
That was a lie. Anyone could see that Ian was obviously suffering from fatigue.
âYouâre lying about not being busy. Right, Claire?â
Louise summoned a witness who had seen Ian work for the past two years.
âHuh, what?â
Claire looked up from her work, looking startled as if she hadnât heard their conversation.
âWhat happened?â
âOhâ¦I interrupted Claireâs work. Sorry.â
âNo, itâs fine.â
Claire swept away her long hair and held her pen again. She looked like she was immersed in writing a document. Louise turned back to Ian and whispered to him.
âPresident, what is she doing?â
âSheâs revising the presidentâs congratulatory address.â
âRevising the congratulatory message? Why?â
âWellââ
Before Ian could explain, Claire handed over a sheet of paper next to her.
âThis is what the original speech looks like.â
The address written by the dean was titled, âThe Past, Present and Future of the Academy.â
âItâs an entire lecture!â
âItâs not a lecture. Itâs business.â
Her fingers were red as she laid down the pen. She must have been working on rewriting the address for some time.
âBusiness?â
âYes. With two famous people at the graduation ceremony, there will be many esteemed guests in attendance.â
When Claire said âfamous people,â she gave a pointed look towards Ian.
âAs the dean, he wouldnât want to miss this great business opportunity.â
There was nothing more unfortunate than suffering through the deanâs long, winding speeches at events. The Academyâs student council, which fought injustice against students and opposed terrible menus, secretly decided to make corrections to the deanâs speech.
âBut is it okay if you touch someone elseâs manuscript like this?â
âItâs fine. The dean will read off of it.â
âWhat if heâs angry about the changes?â
This time Ian answered.
âIt wonât be a problem. He wonât find out about the changes until the graduation ceremony.â
There he wouldnât be able to vent his anger in front of all the guests. It would be bad for business.
âAnd of course, he canât get angry after the graduation either.â
Ian will wear his identity as Crown Prince again.
âWowâ¦heâs going to be so frustrated.â
âDonât worry about it. Itâs a virtue for the student council president to care for the students until the last minute. Anyway, how are the corrections going?â
âI just found out that he repeated âLastly, thereâs one more thing I want to ask the graduatesâ for the sixth time.â
âItâs a small number compared to the fifteen âDear guestsâ.â
âThatâs a very strange speech.â
Dean Crissis, who had been lying with his head down next to Claire, woke up.
âHe addressed the graduates six times and the guests fifteen.â
âSurely once each is enough.â
Dean gave a mumble of agreement and dropped his head back down to the table again. He must have been tired after staying up all night making paper flower ornaments.
âWhy donât you go back to your room and sleep? Or at least go to the couch over there.â
âDonât wannaâ¦â
There was a note of stubbornness in his sleepy voice. Louise smiled to herself as she looked alternately between the workaholic Claire and nearly asleep Dean. They seem to still get along very well.
Luckily, Claire completed her revisions before dinner. Ian read the manuscript in the deanâs voice, and timed it for exactly four minutes and thirty six seconds. It was still quite long, but the original manuscript had been much longer. After dinner, they all went to the auditorium to hang the paper flower decorations, then returned to the student council room to put back the glue and scissors.
After all that work, they all finally made their way back to the dormitories. Claire took Louiseâs arm as she spoke in a somber tone.
âThe day went by so quickly.â
âYes. How are you feeling? Itâs your last night in the dorm.â
âVery strange.â
She shook her head gently, frowning.
âFor some reason, I feel like Iâll still be talking to you same time tomorrow.â
âItâs the same with me.â
Louise squeezed Claireâs arm tightly.
âTomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, I feel like youâll still be here with me.â
Such a future felt so natural. It was strange that in reality this was Claireâs last night.
âIt feels like life these past two yearsâ¦â
ââwould last forever, right?â
âYes, I feel that way. I wonder why? I knew it wouldnât be permanent, but it feels so short.â
âYeah, I wonder why too.â
The pair walked side by side with the unanswered question hanging between them. The path was familiar to Claire now, and so she walked with her eyes closed.
ââ¦Maybe because it was so much fun.â
âMaybe.â
âEven more after Louise came. Do you remember our summer vacation?â
âYes! It was fun then. We played all night.â
âYes. And we ate all day.â
âThe salad we made from the potatoes the caretaker gave us were delicious too.â
They smiled as they reminisced together. Before they knew it, Ian and Dean appeared behind them too, smiling all the way.
âItâs not our last time together. Tomorrow youâll be at the student council room again to do more work for the President.â
Ian made an important addendum to Claireâs story.
âYouâll have to work hard too, Claire Iris.â
âReally! Right until the last day?â
âIâll have you work until the very last second. Isnât that frugal?â
âYouâre so awful and meanâ¦â
However, Claire was smiling brightly.