The Royal Academy of Highhelm lacked nothing. It's not wrong to say that it could give a competition to the royal palace itself; its architecture was a masterpiece.
As expected, as where the novel actually begins.
Darian walked through the door. He was reminiscing about the academy in the novel Royal Academy, the place where commoners and nobles and commoners study together, without any class hierarchy.
What a joke! I know what kind of place this is, a place where high-ranking nobles bully their fellow commoners. "Same treatment" was just a tool for half-hearted character development of Elaine. Perhaps I can't entirely blame Lady Lyra either; it's not as if people with power and status being insufferable toward the poor is anything new. It was the same in my world, too; no one questioned the bullying, and it's the same here.
Well, I am not here to play the hero of the commoners either. The protagonists can do that. I am here to survive and screw up the plot a little, so that Kayle wouldn't become the emperor.
As Darian walked towards the dormitory, many eyes fell on him, a familiar suffocation unlike last its more than to overwhelm Min Jun, who could keep his calm somewhere on towards Raina too, as she was walking with Darian, and he could hear what they were saying. Look, the trash prince is here!
"I can't believe the emperor let him come here again!"
"Shhhh! Don't let him hear."
What a bunch of brats,
Darian walked toward the dormitory room, and in front of the door, someone was waiting for him.
Darian immediately recognised that the woman had white hair. Claire Arkaelis, the student council president in the novel.
A student council president in a romantic fantasy novel?. Darian thought to himself. It seems like the most random thing to include here, but it's not like everything else in this novel makes perfect sense anyway.
Claire Arkaelis, he mused. The second daughter of the Arkaelis Dukedom.
In the novel, she was technically somewhat an ally of Kayle, though it was purely a political rather than a genuine friendship. If I had to categorize her personality for a review, I would say she is the classic archetype of someone who is relentlessly cheerful yet possesses a suffocating sense of righteousness. She does everything in the name of maintaining the so-called 'peace' of the Academy.
Too bad that decent Characters like her in these stories are usually the first to be killed off just for the sake of the protagonist's emotional growth.
Darian didn't slow his pace. He walked right up to her, closing the distance until he was standing directly in front of the white-haired obstacle blocking his entrance.
Judging by her looks, he knew she was waiting for him.
"Good morning, Lady of Arkaelis's duchy. May I know the reason for the blockade of my path?"
"Oh my! I am sorry I didn't see your highness. Maybe you are out of place here, I mean, last time when I saw you, you were dragged out from here she told Darian, looking at his face nonchalantly."
Damn, she is getting on my nerves.
" Persistent ain't I?"
Her face turned serious. "Your Highness, this will be the last warning. Be careful with whatever you do here. Even a royal decree will not save you after this."
Her statement was simple, and the threat wasn't a bluff. One tiny mistake and I would be out on the street. After that, she left, and Darian entered his room, immediately jumping onto the bed.
"Finally, I can rest," he sighed. While lying on the bed, he raised his hands, staring at the ceiling, letting the tension slowly drain from his body.
"All right."
It has been months since I possessed Darian's body. I have survived and thrived, made allies and enemies, and I won't be stopping until the novel ends the way I want.