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Vasilion le Bosta, the youngest prince of the Bosta Kingdom, skimmed through a folder of documents with a satisfied look on his face.
“Everything’s going according to plan, right?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“I honestly thought it was over already. I never imagined he’d survive that.”
“Fortunately, thanks to his previous conduct and Your Highness's reputation, things moved along without issue.”
The Central Academy’s student council and the Seven Star Professors never trusted Mit Chyde.
He was nothing more than a hopeless delinquent, in their eyes. They had no reason to like him. In fact, the Seven Star Professors had once dragged the troublemaking Mit Chyde straight into the faculty conference room after he got caught causing a scene, then sat him down and stared him down in silence.
One of the more hot-tempered professors even tried to teach him “the real meaning of life” by drawing mana, before stopping himself at the last second.
Mit Chyde was isolated and alone. He was not the kind of person anyone would or could ever understand.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow! Have we figured out who saved that bastard back then yet?”
“My apologies, Your Highness. The place was simply too remote. We searched all the likely locations, but found only one person.”
“Only one?”
“Yes, her name is Isera, about sixteen years old. She used to serve as a maid in the House of Count Chyde.”
Vasilion leaned his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his interlaced fingers. “Did that bitch save him?’
“We don’t believe so.”
“Why not?”
“She said it wasn’t her, for one thing, but…” the man hesitated.
Vasilion asked facetiously, “And that alone cleared her of suspicion?”
“Maid Isera had long been mistreated by Mit Chyde as his personal servant. In the end, she was falsely accused and thrown out.”
Vasilion smirked at the revelation. He was definitely not the kind,...
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