"The founder of the La Luna Sangre Hotel… sent their invitation to a random high school… and it chose us?!"
Nine hours earlier before the vacation trip announcement.
Sunset has already reached its peak, and every student, along with some teachers, are already outside of the campus.
Meanwhile, inside the faculty room by the second floor of the building, a shout has already echoed through the halls—a loud complaint from the head teacher of the school department, who's holding a piece of paper; a contract by the hotel owner herself.
"You're telling me that THE Yuri Calypso chose, well, not 'chose', but will be 'forcing' US to take the invitation? Who does she think she is?"
T. Myrcella angrily shouted once more, looking down on the old, wrinkly old man sitting in a chair with a kind yet concerned look on his face.
"W-well… we can't exactly decline, can we?" He says, his tone deep yet gentle, "The exams will be delayed one week away, but this will mean fun for the children right before facing reality next. I'm sure that this event will motivate them to do better on their exams!"
T. Myrcella sighed, pressed by the old man's optimism.
"You're too optimistic, T. Jaime…" She then fixes her glasses, "Anyways, the director won't be delighted, but they would have no choice in the matter—if they decided to decline this invitation, Malaysia might just end similarly to what happened to Indonesia."
T. Jaime tilted his head on T. Myrcella's words, crossing his arms as he stood up and approached her with a gentle manner.
"Myrcella, don't worry. If this is Yuri Calypso we're talking about, I'm sure there's no way the director of our school would decline."
***
"I decline."
Said by the director, by the way, facing both T. Mycella and Jaime, who looked at their director, Salania, in shock and disbelief at what they just heard.
"B-but director–"
"—Only if she doesn't accept my terms; we all know who Yuri Calypso is and what she is capable of when she takes advantage, even those that aren't part of her property."
Sitting in the wide, fancy and luxurious office made not without purpose, but with integrity, Director Salania sat upon her desk with renewed confidence to facing the Former Mafia Queen without fear in her eyes.
"One word—Danger—a word I would not want to hear when it comes to my dear students who came to my campus expecting not just education, but a memorable experience in each year they stay."
T. Myrcella fell into relief listening to every word Salania had to say. She was glad that she wasn't reckless with her decision as it comes with reason, that's the director—unlike that one blonde haired idiot that always gets her annoyed.
"I see, that's very noble of you, director. But… What are the terms?"
"My terms come with three simple rules: One is to never get her hands on any of our students, second is make sure that this vacation trip is worth the plausibility of forcing the entire school department to cancel the monthly exams and accept the invitation," As she spoke, she counts with her fingers, "and third and foremost rule… is to treat our students with care. That is all."
As she finishes her speech, a sound of a pen writing on a paper can be heard—it came right next to Director Salania, her assistant, who's writing down her response that she will hand out to Yuri Calypso.
Ending the response with a period, the assistant tore off the paper and handed it to Director Salania, who then checked it before handing it back to the assistant.
"Good. Send it to the founder."
She deliberately, her assistant nodding and leaving the room without a word professionally.
T. Myrcella watches from the side, her eyes glancing quietly as the assistant takes her leave.
Turning back to Director Salania, T. Myrcella parted her lips as she called out, her tone deliberately serious.
"Mind if I ask… but what would you do if, hypothetically, something happens to our students—but it's not something that Yuri Calypso did?"
The director sat there calmly and silently, listening to every word she heard from the head teacher of the faculty. Deciding her words, she spoke out.
"The blame would still be on Yuri Calypso herself—that's the main purpose of the third rule in my terms."
T. Myrcella stood there, surprised, as she watched as the Director stood with her two feet off her chair, staring forward with an intense glare towards nothingness.
"If anything happens with any of the students of the JT International High School, may it come from the result of a natural disaster, or caused by someone sinister, or something… straight out of a fantasy, it will be all on that Mafia Queen."
***
Huff, huff!
Running upstairs, a man with an average height, wearing glasses and holding a response note from the chosen high-school, ran desperately towards the office room of the one and only…
"Yuri!" Slamming the office door open, the man entered, pulling sweat and screaming for the founder's name "They accepted the invitation! The JT International High School… accepted our invitation!–"
The man raised the note into the air and swung it around above him like a flag, pointing it out to the woman sitting in a chair menacingly, a woman who bore a striking but dishevelled white hair and white eyes as white as snow, and she wore a black suit underneath a fancy black coat as dark as the night.
The beam of moonlight reaches its body to the woman sitting on a throne, its brightness showcasing the aura she wielded all around her. For anyone that bears witness of her appearance would tremble before her.
"Accepted? I see…"
She stood on her feet and approached the man holding the note, her steps as silent as silence itself. There were no sounds in her steps, as if she was a ghost.
She reached out, her sleeves slightly moved down to show more of her skin, as she took the note and read it carefully with elegance.
"Interesting route they chose… it is…"
But all that elegance soon came to an end, as she…
"...Freaking Frustrating!!!"
…stubbornly slammed the note into the floor like a child having a breakdown after receiving the wrong gift from Santa Claus.
"Goddammit!! Had they declined it, I woulda tested my newly made cannons on their school buildings like punching bags!!"
Yep. This is Yuri Calypso.
And so, the man from earlier, slammed the palm of his hand on the back of Yuri's head in annoyance.
"Is that why you wanted to choose a random school?! Just to test your weapons?! Are you trying to go to jail, idiot!!"
"What, do you want me to test them on ruins instead??"
"Yes!! Absolutely! That's where you should've tested them you idiot! You almost destroyed an entire school on a random Wednesday because of your stubborn and childish, apologetic personality!!"
"Don't call me childish! I'm 27, I'm as mature as any adult!"
After shouting around with her assistant, she knelt down on her knees and picked up the note and saw the "terms" from the director that was written in it.
"Plausibility, student care… and hands off them. Oh what am I reading." She said, before casually hurling the paper away without a care in the world. Definitely childish.
"Dont throw that paper away!! When it comes to terms, you have to cooperate, you childish moron!"
"Shut up!!" she shouted back. "Just because your my assistant doesn't mean you can talk back to me–"
Suddenly, she was slapped at the back of her head once more, making her yelp.
"And just because you're my boss doesn't mean you can hide your views of right and wrong with authority! I'm your assistant and I'm here to guide you with your intentions!"
"Sure, but it's not like I intended to 'touch' those students inappropriately–"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT THE TERMS MEANT YOU IDIOT–"
To be continued.