Chapter 69 - Crown Prince or Clown Prince
The young man brought his two women to his sofa under his arms. He crossed his legs and grinned, gazing at the stage. The way his bob-cut hair, sharp nose, and thick lips were arranged made him look strangely unattractive compared to the other good-looking men in the hall.
The spoiled dude looked at me, Lia, and Lenitia. He sneered while he fondled his women.
"You people are dull. Instead of bringing bodyguards, why not a little fun?"
I didn't pay him enough attention yesterday, so I didn't remember him flaunting his douchbag trait. I only recalled that he won two duels against fellow royal class students and was tied to the two.
Two other students in question were also seated at the two tables to the right of the clown's. They gave the hoodlum a disgusted look as though they were unsatisfied with the arrangement, yet nobody protested.
"Isn't that the crown prince Minze? He doesn't look like he deserves to be here."
