It was the fateful day that I, En-chan, was to be a group leader! Our superintendent was hosting a school festival in the gigantic gymnasium. Groups of four were the assignment.

Of course, the goal was to raise funds for school nurse activities, including but not limited to voidal eye exam doctors coming in to inspect Voidiris or TheEldritchGod. Sometimes, their eyes would leak acid onto the floor in the classroom, but somehow, the janitor was faster than the planks could melt.

Anyway, I grouped up with Kraken Onee-san upon her insistence. Aaqil rested up on the table. That white kitten didn’t belong to any group, so he just sat quietly like our little mascot with a cookie. Of course, it wasn’t a blood cookie. Only I ate those, and perhaps one of the other group members, Ellie Porter, The Shitty Brat. The last member was Imouto Botty. I was going to nominate Hound for the previous spot, but Botty’s eyes were leaking oil. I couldn’t say no to that face.

That cute robo-face looked at me in ponder. “Hey, Envy Onee-chan? What are we selling in these glasses?”

“This is a family specialty!” I grabbed one of the chalices and poured the sweet nectar into my throat. “This is Blehmonade! It is made of the finest blood! With the best ingredients from my Bloodfarm!” I paused, taking another drink, “That’s the stuff!” I let out a content sigh after gulping down the remnants of the chalice.

“Umu, umu,” Ellie said before grabbing a glass of her own and taking a sip herself, “Omoshiroi!”

“En-chan, you know most people here won’t drink blood, right? Is there a vegan blood option?” Kraken Onee-chan asked.

Darn! I didn’t even think of vegan blood!

Before I could respond, the school bell sounded. It was the signal that Tony gave us. It was time for the people of all dimensions to flood in! I couldn’t just sit there. I pulled a bunch of chalices filled with the sweet nectar of Blehmonade from my shadow space and placed them on our stand’s table.

“Prepare yourselves! We will outsell everyone with my family’s special recipe, muhahahahaha!”

“You can do it, Envy Onee-chan!”

“Omoshiroi! This shitty brat will work to dri—I mean, sell all of these!”

“Go, En-chan! Go, En-chan!” Onee-san chanted for me, her tentacles flying through the air, creating a ruckus.

And just like that, the people flooded in from various dimensions: the Uglogorgs from planet Clorpon with their red dog-like and squishy bodies, the Quacking Salamanders from the duck system of Dr. Quack, and even the regular humans from planet Earth. However, they looked the most confused when they arrived in the auditorium. Some were screaming bloody murder. Well, it wasn’t my problem. Tony invited or kidnapped them here to buy our stuff. All I had to do was sell it, and the Janitor, Redemit, would clean up any corpses along the way.

Sadly, after twenty minutes, primarily vampires came to my stand. Of course, I recognized some big-name players, but conversing with them was unassuming. It was all just bleh, bleh, bleh.

“Umu, umu, most aren’t coming to our stand, Envy.”

“Wow, Ellie, what an astute observation,” I said, “Maybe if you weren’t drinking half of the product like a shitty brat, then this wouldn’t be happening!”

“I am not!”

“Oh yeah? Then what is with all that Blehmonade at the corner of your mouth? And are you eating BBQ while—”

“Sistahs. Please, Stahp.” A Russian accent pierced the conversation like a needle. Sailus Gebel was the famous class member who broke the argument. And he was the only one standing in front of our Blehmonade stand. It seemed all the customers got bored, leaving for the rest of the set-ups in the gym.

“Are you here to laugh? By the way, how are the others doing in sales?”I asked him. He was in the group in charge of keeping Count. Endeed, the group of four led by Paul would go by each stand, take sales count, and Ensure things flowed smoothly.

“No. Not here to laugh. I came to break an argument of shitty brats, but to answer your question, you are all in last place. And the festival will end in like five minutes.”

“That can’t be! It was my family recipe! Let me see that chart!” I ripped the clipboard from his hand, and just like he said, we were in last place.

“It’s okay, Envy Onee-chan! We will win next year!” I felt Botty’s metal hand pat my back.

“It’s okay, En-chan! Don’t cry!” Kraken patted my head with a tentacle. “We can win next year, and you can include vegan blood next time!”

“That’s not why I am crying! Don’t you see? Sola-sama and Anon will be able to make fun of me now! Oh, I am doomed. Shitty brats will come from all over to point their fingers! In fact,” I pointed at the shitty brats coming towards the stand, “here they come now!”

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En-chan asked me to make an announcement about the reopening of her Blood Farm, I mean, Club on school grounds.

PS:

Everyone is allowed to open their own clubs.