Helga's declaration

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," she grumbled.

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

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 Frosting were the two girls that had come from Sundae's place while the other four were originally from Helga's place. There was Akito, Futaba, Kyouko, and Pika. All the staff were gourmet elitists, some more so 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.

...

"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 still be allowed access to gourmet elite society affiliated suppliers."

"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 attempt to go for the headmaster's seat at Tabemono Gakuin."

"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 elite society!? 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 fostered a good relationship with Azuki Ryono, whom will likely be a chief enforcer. All three of us though are pining to become headmaster 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 Azuki-sensei. She's comin' over to check the meat dishes," Sorbet grinned.

"Hope it meets her standards. I don't wanna go bald," Helga groaned.

...

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

"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. I was bedridden for weeks in shock at what he did on Christmas."

"Huh?"

"It was horrible! He impregnated the heathen!"

"WAIT WHAT!?"

...

"So you just had sex," Helga glared.

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

"T- The whole pack!? T- They weren't faulty were they?" Azuki trembled.

"You know, I think my doc mentioned how you're gonna be a grandma-"

Azuki immediately fainted in shock as Rika burst out laughing.

"I take it you aren't pregnant yet?" Helga glared.

"Not yet, sadly. Oh by the way, I heard you and Mimi had a lovely Christmas together and-"

"Stop right there! Ahem, now that we know what happened between you and Masaru, I'd like to bring forth a declaration, I'll be competing to be headmaster of Tabemono Gakuin."

"So it's finally beginning," Rika nodded.

"The selection will begin on the first week of January. Naturally, Azuki-sensei, Mahi-sama, and Rebelle will also be competing. Rebelle's also now head of the gourmet elite society."

"How lovely, well luckily we already dealt with their supply blacklist months ago. What about you though?"

"I barely scraped by."

"That's good. Though if you ever need some help, my doors are open."

"Thanks for that," Helga nodded as she dragged Azuki out with her.