"I belong to the princess."
These words were like an ice bomb that had frozen the surface of a lake, exploding in the classroom and leaving all the students speechless.
The entire classroom fell into a deathly silence.
Most of the students at the Royal Magic Academy come from prestigious families with illustrious backgrounds.
They were high up and had some understanding of the future of the empire.
In particular, the news that the emperor was planning to let a princess inherit the throne spread far and wide, even if it was just hearsay.
However, many students were still dissatisfied with the emperor's decision.
In their hearts, the eldest prince, who was hailed as the "perfect hero," should be the heir to the throne.
The eldest prince guarded the south for more than ten years and made outstanding military achievements.
He protected the empire's territory and safeguarded the lives of its people.
Moreover, the eldest prince has a gentle personality, possesses the demeanor of an emperor, and enjoys extremely high popularity among the people.
After all, what the public loves most is a hero, especially such a perfect hero.
Although Princess Aurelion's fame and influence are indeed growing.
But many people believe that this is simply because her private tutor is Victor.
Her own contributions and achievements were clearly not as outstanding as those of the eldest prince.
However, no one spoke up, and no one dared to stand up and say it.
Because, as Professor Victor said:
"I belong to the princess."
Upon hearing this, the eldest prince, who had been preparing to say something, was speechless.
He lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then suddenly smiled with relief:
“I understand, Count Victor.”
After saying this, the eldest prince turned to face the students and slowly walked to his seat.
The golden armor clashed against each other, and a soft metallic clanging sound echoed intermittently in the classroom.
Amidst a sea of shocked and bewildered gazes, the eldest prince walked to his seat.
Looking around, they couldn't find a single empty seat.
He gave a few bitter laughs, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
As expected of Viktor's class, it was packed to capacity.
Left with no other choice, he walked toward the last corner of the classroom.
At this moment, a student on the side stood up after seeing that the Crown Prince had failed to find a seat.
Filled with reverence, she mustered her courage and asked the eldest prince:
"Your Highness, would you please sit here?"
The eldest prince turned to look at him, gave him a kind smile, and shook his head:
"Thank you, but no need."
"You're a student, you should be sitting here and studying hard."
Even his refusal carried an inexplicable charm, making the students feel particularly at ease.
The students all watched as the prince walked away, their gazes following the golden armor to the back of the classroom.
The eldest prince leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smile playing on his lips.
Her eyes were gentle and thoughtful as she quietly observed what lay ahead, unwilling to break the tranquility of the classroom.
The quiet atmosphere also immersed the students in a mysterious ambiance.
They gradually regained their composure and turned their attention to the blackboard filled with magical knowledge.
The students were intently taking notes on the contents of the blackboard.
Their pens slid swiftly across the paper, recording every fascinating piece of magical knowledge.
Even though Professor Victor didn't start lecturing, the students showed a high degree of self-discipline.
The huge blackboard at the front of the classroom also looked mysterious and attractive.
It became even more magical under Victor's use, as if the originally dull content was given life.
Whenever the students seemed to have finished taking notes, a red flame would gently ignite the white writing on the blackboard.
Like a dancing sprite, it constantly changes its form.
This cycle continued endlessly, with students busily writing as time urged them on.
As the scratching of pen and paper echoed, time quietly slipped away.
A crisp bell rang, signaling the end of Professor Victor's lecture.
The students quickly packed up their notes and stationery almost simultaneously, preparing to leave in an orderly fashion.
Perhaps out of respect for the eldest prince, they packed their things much faster than usual.
As they left, each student would pass by Professor Victor and bow to him with deep respect in gratitude.
We are grateful to Professor Victor for the wonderful course he gave them.
Although he did not say a word throughout the entire process.
Only after the last student bowed and left did the eldest prince release his arms and slowly walk towards Victor:
"Count Victor".
Do you have time now?
Victor didn't look up, gently closed the spellbook in his hand, and calmly replied:
“Very good, Your Highness.”
"At least you didn't disturb my students."
As he spoke, he stood up from the wooden chair.
The chair beneath him transformed into scattered vines, which gradually drifted into his trench coat.
"Perhaps I can give you a little time to talk."
Upon hearing Victor's words, the Crown Prince breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Viktor looking around.
"But are you really going to talk to me here?"
Viktor's words startled the Crown Prince, who then followed Viktor's gaze and looked around.
The classroom doors and windows were packed with curious students.
They leaned forward, almost pressed together.
It seemed that if the students below were to make even the slightest mistake, the students behind would rush into the classroom and fall to the floor.
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