Chapter 159
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“No, I’m not running away.”
“Han, you can talk all you want! Wash your neck and wait for me! Next time I see you, it’ll be your last!”
[EDN: ‘Wash your neck’ is an idiom for ‘prepare to die’.]
Then His Highness Prince Claude clearly spit out a line that a third-rate villain would say and disappeared from my presence.
Although I think there is no need to be so rash since we’re going to meet in the classroom anyway, perhaps it is adolescence and youth that makes us do such meaningless and embarrassing acts with the momentum and tension of the moment.
Then can it be said that I am enjoying my youth with His Highness Claude, right?
No, that was not adolescence. It was something like a tumour in life he would want to remove as his black history when His Highness Claude gets cured of his disease.
“Good morning. It’s been a while. So, you said the next time we meet will be our last?”
“… Ughh, shut up! Shut up! If you think about it, you’ll see that ‘next’ refers to a duel! For a piece of s**t, it’s no wonder you don’t know that!”
It seems that even His Highness Claude had feelings of shame. He tried to get rid of them by waving his hand while his face turned bright red.
Since I had no reason to stay near His Highness Claude’s seat, I sat on my own, but for some reason, Karendoll’s seat was next to mine.
How much did Karendoll give the homeroom teacher, or did she use the power of her house? Maybe both?
There are definitely some things that are better left unknown.
With these thoughts in mind, I think of the face of my homeroom teacher who evacuated the capital singing a chorus in my mind.
Incidentally, only five members of our class were attending school today: Prince Claude, myself, Bridgette, Karendoll, and Emily, the daughter of the Urbana family, a family of magicians for many generations.
In Emily’s case, she muttered, “If I can pick up even a single dragon scale, I’ll make a fortune.”
I guess that family line wasn’t so much so eccentric or perverse that they would prioritize looking into the abyss of magic over their own lives, but they were just a little, yes, a little off in its values.
I knew from my memories that her thirst for knowledge about magic was greater than anyone else’s, but I never thought she’d choose gathering materials over her own life.
Guess that’s why they’re the best family of sorcerers in the Empire.
For the record, Emily has two big golden drills (curly hair) on her head, and I am also wondering how she always picks this style.
With even the teachers evacuating the capital, there was no way classes would be held today. As a matter of course, there was a sign on the blackboard that read, ‘No class today due to the danger.’
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“No, I’m not running away.”
“Han, you can talk all you want! Wash your neck and wait for me! Next time I see you, it’ll be your last!”
[EDN: ‘Wash your neck’ is an idiom for ‘prepare to die’.]
Then His Highness Prince Claude clearly spit out a line that a third-rate villain would say and disappeared from my presence.
Although I think there is no need to be so rash since we’re going to meet in the classroom anyway, perhaps it is adolescence and youth that makes us do such meaningless and embarrassing acts with the momentum and tension of the moment.
Then can it be said that I am enjoying my youth with His Highness Claude, right?
No, that was not adolescence. It was something like a tumour in life he would want to remove as his black history when His Highness Claude gets cured of his disease.
“Good morning. It’s been a while. So, you said the next time we meet will be our last?”
“… Ughh, shut up! Shut up! If you think about it, you’ll see that ‘next’ refers to a duel! For a piece of s**t, it’s no wonder you don’t know that!”
It seems that even His Highness Claude had feelings of shame. He tried to get rid of them by waving his hand while his face turned bright red.
Since I had no reason to stay near His Highness Claude’s seat, I sat on my own, but for some reason, Karendoll’s seat was next to mine.
How much did Karendoll give the homeroom teacher, or did she use the power of her house? Maybe both?
There are definitely some things that are better left unknown.
With these thoughts in mind, I think of the face of my homeroom teacher who evacuated the capital singing a chorus in my mind.
Incidentally, only five members of our class were attending school today: Prince Claude, myself, Bridgette, Karendoll, and Emily, the daughter of the Urbana family, a family of magicians for many generations.
In Emily’s case, she muttered, “If I can pick up even a single dragon scale, I’ll make a fortune.”
I guess that family line wasn’t so much so eccentric or perverse that they would prioritize looking into the abyss of magic over their own lives, but they were just a little, yes, a little off in its values.
I knew from my memories that her thirst for knowledge about magic was greater than anyone else’s, but I never thought she’d choose gathering materials over her own life.
Guess that’s why they’re the best family of sorcerers in the Empire.
For the record, Emily has two big golden drills (curly hair) on her head, and I am also wondering how she always picks this style.
With even the teachers evacuating the capital, there was no way classes would be held today. As a matter of course, there was a sign on the blackboard that read, ‘No class today due to the danger.’
No, I'm not running away.Han, you can talk all you want! Wash your neck and wait for me! Next time I see you, it'll be your last!EDN: Wash your neck' is an idiom for prepare to die'.Then His Highness Prince Claude clearly spit out a line that a third-rate villain would say and disappeared from my presence.Although I think there is no need to be so rash since we're going to meet in the classroom anyway, perhaps it is adolescence and youth that makes us do such meaningless and embarrassing acts with the momentum and tension of the moment.Then can it be said that I am enjoying my youth with His Highness Claude, right?No, that was not adolescence. It was something like a tumour in life he would want to remove as his black history when His Highness Claude gets cured of his disease.Good morning. It's been a while. So, you said the next time we meet will be our last? Ughh, shut up! Shut up! If you think about it, you'll see that next' refers to a duel! For a piece of s**t, it's no wonder you don't know that!It seems that even His Highness Claude had feelings of shame. He tried to get rid of them by waving his hand while his face turned bright red.Since I had no reason to stay near His Highness Claude's seat, I sat on my own, but for some reason, Karendoll's seat was next to mine.How much did Karendoll give the homeroom teacher, or did she use the power of her house? Maybe both?There are definitely some things that are better left unknown.With these thoughts in mind, I think of the face of my homeroom teacher who evacuated the capital singing a chorus in my mind.Incidentally, only five members of our class were attending school today: Prince Claude, myself, Bridgette, Karendoll, and Emily, the daughter of the Urbana family, a family of magicians for many generations.In Emily's case, she muttered, If I can pick up even a single dragon scale, I'll make a fortune.I guess that family line wasn't so much so eccentric or perverse that they would prioritize looking into the abyss of magic over their own lives, but they were just a little, yes, a little off in its values.I knew from my memories that her thirst for knowledge about magic was greater than anyone else's, but I never thought she'd choose gathering materials over her own life.Guess that's why they're the best family of sorcerers in the Empire.For the record, Emily has two big golden drills curly hair on her head, and I am also wondering how she always picks this style.With even the teachers evacuating the capital, there was no way classes would be held today. As a matter of course, there was a sign on the blackboard that read, No class today due to the danger.'
