"Become the Chairman"? What Does That Even Mean?

"From today, you are the chairman of the board."

(No, no, wait a minute.)

I didn't understand what they meant. Maybe they just went to the wrong room?

"Huh? Why? Isn't it just a room assignment?"

"Now, calm down. Sit there. That's your chair."

The Survival Principal is in the Chairman's office.

Household goods and furniture are being delivered one after another. There are four rooms. The furniture and clothes are of the highest quality.

"No, it's a magical ceremony to decide rooms and roles. You've been chosen for that album. Open it and see. Everything is at work by the will of magic."

Susie opened the album, and large, golden letters appeared in the table of contents.

"The Next Enzyme Chairman's Magic Album"

"What?!"

A heavy, solid black leather album. It was crammed full of photos and records from the past. The last few pages were blank. There was still space for the new chairman to record his thoughts.

"Every year, once a year, this album is sent from the demon world. The rule is that whoever finds this album becomes the chairman of the board. This year, it was sent on the day the new students were assigned to their rooms."

"Is that something that happens every year? Is it always new students?"

"Usually, it's given before the start of the new semester, at the staff's appreciation party. This time, it was quite late, on the day the new students enrolled... I can't refuse a proposal from the demon world."

"So... does that mean I can't refuse?"

"That's right... If you refuse, you'll have to leave this island. What will you do?"

"...What do you mean..."

What is that, blackmail? What do you want me to do?