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Adeline nodded, processing this information carefully. "And then?"

"Once the evaluation period is complete, the list of candidates is narrowed down," Benedict continued. "The names of the most promising individuals are placed on a shortlist. These candidates are then presented to the entire student body, and a vote is held."

Adeline’s eyebrows raised in surprise. "The whole student body votes?"

Benedict nodded. "Yes. It’s an important tradition. The council represents the students, after all. Each year, we welcome five new members to the council. That might sound like a lot, but considering the academy has over a thousand students, you can imagine how competitive the process is."

Adeline’s eyes sparkled with determination. "So, only five out of thousands of students? That’s... Intense."

"It is," Benedict agreed, his tone growing serious. "But it ensures that only the best and brightest make it onto the council. It’s not just about power or prestige—it’s about responsibility."

Adeline’s mind whirled with possibilities. The council wasn’t just a position of influence; it was her best chance to access the VIP library and uncover the secrets of her lightning powers. Joining the council was no longer just an idea—it was a goal.

"Well," she said after a moment, a small smile playing on her lips, "I love a good challenge."

Benedict chuckled at her confidence. "I have no doubt you’ll make it interesting."

The atmosphere at the student council table grew lively as Adeline engaged the members in conversation. Her boldness, charm, and poise captivated those present. It was undeniable that Adeline Kendrick stood out.

Her pink hair, a mark of her family, was unmistakable, and her reputation preceded her. Many at the table had heard stories about the daughter of the Western Marquess—her sharp tongue, her fiery spirit, and her long-standing ties with Benedict and Cassian.