"Now… The only reason we humans can absorb mana is because it lacks an elent known as Neykren. That elent is the sole reason no one can survive in the corrupted zone for more than a day."
Sighs.
It's been more than five hours since the lecture began.
For the ti being, I avoided Selena, taking up a seat in the middle of the class.
But…
Sothing doesn't feel right.
Everyone has been giving this strange look for a while now. It's not the sa look I received from the girls on the first day of class. No, this was more of disgust.
But that was beside the point.
The main problem wasn't the stares of these mobs. No, it was the glare—the blatant glare—from none other than… Lucas.
What happened in these past few days?
"Oh, that's right," I heard and tilted my head to find Victor fixing with a serious gaze.
"Did you really do it?" he asked, his voice firm.
"Huh?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I was too caught up in the PvP earlier, but I ant to ask. The rumors—are they true?" he asked again, and my stomach dropped.
Sothing happened.
"What rumors?" I asked, to which he looked at in shock.
"You don't know?" He stuttered, unable to believe it.
"…What?" I pressed once again.
"How can you not know? Where do you even live, under a rock?" he asked, now looking really annoyed. "First, you didn't know Selena was a freaking princess, sothing everybody in this place knows. Then, you didn't know you could call with the tawatch. I an… dude! The default screen has a dialer. What did you think it was for?"
"JUST GET TO THE POINT!" I snapped, annoyed as he—per usual—deviated from the topic.
"Fine. There are rumors going around that…" He paused, looking around before leaning in to whisper, "You are the banished fourth prince of Yuphenia, Riley Vaelthorn, the one called Lorelle."
I froze.
Fuck .
Just fuck sideways!
"What?" I blurted, unable to believe my ears.
Damn it!
It seems one of these bastards spilled the beans.
[Hm. But in a way… You were also keeping secrets from Selena, weren't you?] chid Nelia.
No.
Back when we were both trapped in that hellhole, I told her who I really was.
"So tell the truth. Are you Lorelle?" Victor asked, and I looked deep into his eyes.
Damn it.
"Yes," I finally replied, and his eyes widened.
"B-But… Wait… No way," he stuttered, unable to believe the revelation. But in the first place, what's so shocking about being Lorelle? I'm not the only prince here.
There's Allen, who, by the way, has been grinning like a fucking idiot whenever our gazes cross.
I suspect that bastard.
"Then…" He continued, and I turned to look him in the eyes, "Did you really… do all those things?" he asked, and for the first ti, I sensed disgust from him.
"Things? What things?" I asked and frowned. Could there be more things about myself I don't even know?
"The Silerins, did you really—?" he almost asked, but I cut him off with an instant, "No," I said, and he seed to sigh in relief.
Wait.
WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE.
DON'T TELL THOSE BASTARDS ACTUALLY PINNED THAT ON !
CO TO THINK OF IT, THE TI OF MY BANISHNT ACTUALLY OVERLAPS WITH THAT INCIDENT!
I tilted my head to the far corner of the middle row, and there, I found a young man. Not just him though—he and a girl seated beside him.
Damn it.
Seems I just got myself more enemies for doing nothing at all.
Just kill , would you!
"Then how about… the…" Victor leaned in. "Incident with your sister?" he asked, and I almost snapped.
This cannot be happening!
Wait.
"What incident?" I asked to be sure. This was almost the sa thing that happened in the novel, only that the rumors were true when it ca to the novel.
I had to make sure it was what I was thinking.
And I really hoped it wasn't.
"You know what I an…" Victor said with a serious gaze.
"No."
"The mass slaughter?"
"…No."
"The assaults?" he asked.
"What assaults?"
"On people's wives and every maid in the castle?"
"For fuck's sake, no!"
"Wait… You are from Nevalia, so how did you hear all this?" I asked, unable to comprehend the ridiculous rumors.
As I said, in the novel, most of these rumors did hold weight.
But not with the current Lorelle.
Not with , goddamn it!
I was too damn obsessed with finding Renay that I never had any other thoughts except that.
"I don't even know. Three years ago, the rumors blew so out of proportion. Just tell , I need to know," he asked, gazing right into my eyes.
As I said, he was an upright fellow.
At this point, he's probably deciding if he should avoid entirely if I turn out to be as the rumors describe.
"No," I replied.
"T-then… How about… Edward?" he said, and to that, a mory I didn't want to rember resurfaced.
"I don't want to talk about it," I said, and he nodded.
"Well, as long as you didn't do those other things, I don't really care," he said, leaning back with his hands behind his head.
"But… Yuphenia's candidate for the Eyes of Hena… You didn't really… you know," he said cryptically, to which I completely ignored him.
Now that one's a different issue altogether.
That was one of the reasons for my banishnt.
THAT FUCKING NUN!
"…No fucking way, so that was true?" I heard him muttering under his breath, but I wasn't really paying attention. My gaze, instead, was fixed on the approaching figure, as the professor had just left.
"RYAN! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!"
The voice bood across the hall.
It was none other than Lucas.
...
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