Helga's restraunt

Helga sighed as she stared at her phone.

"So they ended up making Rebelle the head of the gourmet elite society. Bitch probably blackmailed the board," Helga grumbled.

"I wouldn't diss your new chairwoman like that if I were you," Rebelle sneered as she skated into Helga's restaurant.

"Welcome," a member of Helga's staff smiled.

Helga didn't have as many staff members as Ryokoma at her original place, but had now come close to it after absorbing Sundae's place. Aside from Helga, there were 6 other staff members. Sorbet and Smore were two girls that had come from Sundae's place and were currently managing the building. The other four were originally from Helga's place. There was Akito, Futaba, Kyouko, and Pika. All the staff were gourmet elitists, some more than others as well as Makihara fanatics. A personal fear that had been growing in Helga was that her staff might revolt against her with how friendly she was getting with Mimi and by extension Rika and Ryokoma.

"Rebelle-chan is well deserving of being the head," Akito gushed as he kneeled before Rebelle.

"What a good boy," Rebelle sneered as she used him as a foot rest.

"Disgusting," Pika glared as she adjusted her glasses.

"What? I'm just making use of your establishment's fine footrest," Rebelle sneered.

"I was talking to said footrest. You disgust me," Pika spat at Akito.

"Please step on me too Pika-chan," Akito begged.

"If that idiot didn't have talent, I never would have hired him," Helga grumbled.

"He does have his labor uses though. Well good thing he can cook too," Kyouko snickered.

"I'm gonna swap with Sorbet," Futaba stated.

"Not a bad idea. Akito! Head over with Futaba and swap out with Frosting," Helga ordered.

"YES QUEEN!" Akito gushed.

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"Hmm, well all the vegetarian meals are up to par at least. I'll send someone else to review the meat," Rebelle sneered as she ate her meal.

"Really surprised you became the head. I thought you got disqualified after you missed a bunch of important meetings," Helga glared.

"My, you've certainly become hostile towards me lately. What gives?"

"You piss me off."

"Because of my... "journalism"?"

"That and the fact that you're Ookuma's bitch."

"Oh my, not a fan of the Prime minister-elect I see. That's such a shame," Rebelle sneered.

"I heard she's the one that commands that hairless freak cult."

"Unfounded lies. Madam Ookuma does not dabble with drug cults. Now on to the main business. Should your meat dishes pass, you will be eligible to become Tabemono's next headmaster."

"And why are you telling me somethin I already know?"

"Because I wanted to let you know that any who are not a gourmet elite society member AND supporter of Madam Ookuma will be crushed should they throw their hat in."

"Why the hell would you need to be an Ookuma sycophant in order to head Tabemono?"

"Because Madam Ookuma has deemed many foods degenerate, and thus as her supporters, we must carry out her will and rid the world of their existence."

"Like what?"

"Well, naturally unhealthy junk food like what the rabble sell on the streets, anything made from cow's milk since cows should be used for meat only, Mangos and guavas since they are nothing but pure sugar, and of course matcha, to name a few."

"Matcha!? Like matcha tea!?"

"Correct. It is a symbol of degeneracy, not to mention recent studies have shown it does more harm than good for you."

"And how the hell did you become head of the gourmet elites!? Even Makihara-sama despised Ookuma's rhetoric."

"So you are an old guard faction. Makihara is gone and will not be coming back. And if you MUST know. Mahi Makihara actually won, but made me Vice head and then resigned. I did make her my vice head to return the favor, and have foster a good relationship with Azami Ryono, whom will likely be a chief enforcer. All three of us though are pining to become head of Tabemono. Poor old Asahi can only focus on the school itself with his interim role."

"Then maybe I will throw my hat in the ring. If any of you three win, I won't be able to eat anything good."

"Even if one of us doesn't win, Madam Ookuma will simply implement the mandates on a national level once she's sworn in as Prime Minister," Rebelle sneered as she left.

Sorbet and Frosting then entered.

"We just saw Mis Azami. She said we passed," Frosting nodded.

"She's comin over to check the meat dishes," Sorbet grinned.

"*Sigh* Back to work. Hope it meets her standards. I don't wanna go bald," Helga groaned.

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"You pass, barely," Azami glared as Helga let out a huge sigh of relief.

"I believe Rebelle already came by. Therefore, you are eligible to run for headmaster of Tabemono Gakuin," Azami declared.

"U- Um, Sensei, do you really like Ookuma?" Helga nervously asked.

"I like her toughness. Perhaps if I had been a mother as good as her, my offspring wouldn't have strayed so far. Masaru especially. Had I not been bedridden for months in shock at what he did, I very well would have been head of the gourmet elite society."

"Huh?"

"It was horrible! He impregnated the heathen!"

"WAIT WHAT!?"

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"So you just had sex," Helga glared.

"Um, yeah. He even wore like the whole pack of condoms," Rika replied.

"Then it was nothing. Oh, and I'll be competing for head of Tabemono as well."

"So it's finally beginning. Well, guess Benihime's our best shot since me and Masaru are ineligible," Rika shrugged.