All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 82

Ian called out to him directly.

“Hey, Osnen.”

“How dare you speak informally to His Highness the Crown Prince! Show some respect!”

“How insolent!”

Two students behind Osnen stepped forward.

Blanche and Park Bare snorted at the reaction of the twins, who looked like siblings.

“What are they saying?”

“You guys should show respect to our representative.”

The students from the Imperial Academy and the Fredon Academy glared at each other and reached for their weapons.

The already tense atmosphere worsened, and eventually, the instructors intervened.

“Stop!!”

“Halt.”

Aran Seth and Vilfrost raised their hands to stop the students.

The atmosphere was becoming so hostile that it seemed difficult to leave them as they were.

“Let’s go inside for now.”

As he made way, Vilfrost nodded slightly.

While they went in first, guided by the other instructors, Haryun approached Ian.

“But was what you said earlier true?”

“That’s how I see it.”

Considering the relationship between Fredon Academy and the Imperial Academy, it was inevitable that they would perceive things differently.

Ultimately, the perspective of the observer caused the problem.

Therefore, it was natural that the same words could be received differently.

Moreover, considering Osnen’s tone and manner of speaking, it was even more likely.

“Eh. I find it hard to believe.”

“Believe it. Blessed are those who believe.”

As Ian spoke calmly, Grajinn mentioned the evaluations he had heard.

“I heard from the Archaeological Society that everyone who talked to Crown Prince Osnen gritted their teeth afterward.”

“Besides, he made quite problematic remarks even when the Rakid Order priest was the chairman.”

As everyone gave negative feedback, Ian shrugged.

“Those with many thoughts often make mistakes while choosing their words.”

Considering his tone when dealing with Aute yesterday, it was even more so.

He genuinely respected Aute.

Looking at that, it didn’t seem like he would deliberately be sarcastic or mock anyone; he would just curse if he wanted to.

“Well, let’s find out as we go. The exchange has just begun, right?”

Ian spoke leisurely and walked ahead. The Class B students looked at each other and smiled wryly.

“Eh. No way.”

* * *

While the Imperial Academy students who came to Fredon Academy were holding an entrance ceremony in the main building, the Class B students attended training as usual.

After the day’s training ended and they returned to the dormitory, they saw some Imperial Academy students sitting in the lobby.

“We’ll be living together here for a month, so I hope we can avoid unnecessary conflicts,” Haryun said to a female mage among the sitting students.

Hearing that, she nodded slightly.

“Pairin Akatz. 5th Circle.”

“Haryun Salt. This is…”

As he was introducing the others, one person came down from the second floor.

It was Osnen.

“Ah.”

The moment he spotted Ian and was about to speak, the Imperial Academy students approached him.

“Your Highness, are you satisfied with the room?”

Osnen, watching those who were fawning over him, nodded.

“It was a truly excellent room befitting Fredon Academy.”

“Hey, Ian. Are your eyes working properly?”

Because his tone was calm and emotionless, it sounded sarcastic no matter how you listened to it.

Besides, wasn’t he the Crown Prince of the Vlad Empire?

The rooms he usually used would be quite large and luxurious, so would he really be satisfied with a simple dormitory room?

At that moment, the door burst open.

Vilfrost growled at the Imperial Academy students.

“Just because you’re here doesn’t mean the Empire’s training stops! Everyone, gather!!”

“Yes!!”

At Vilfrost’s shout, not only the Imperial Academy students resting in the lobby but also those upstairs began to prepare to leave.

Osnen kept glancing at Ian, and Wildy and Grajinn tilted their heads at his reaction.

“Doesn’t it seem like he has something to say?”

“Yeah. Should we ask him?”

As the two asked, Ian went up the stairs.

“If he has something to say, he’ll come to me separately. I’m going to worship.”

There would be plenty of time to talk.

Osnen, who was going outside, kept glancing at him as he went up.

By the time the service ended, the sun had completely set.

When Ian returned to the dormitory, Haryun and Grajinn, along with two Imperial Academy students, were sitting in the lobby, talking about something.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh? You’re back? Dinner?”

“I’m about to go eat.”

“Hey, good timing. We’re going out to eat.”

“Are you acquainted?”

Unlike the other Imperial Academy students, they seemed closer.

As Ian asked, Haryun nodded lightly.

“He’s a distant relative of mine.”

“Filoa Macassen. Heir to the Macassen County of the Vlad Empire.”

“Really?”

“One of the Salt Marquis family’s collateral lines married into the Macassen County. That’s how we started trading salt.”

“After that, we formed ties with the Salt Marquis family. And I’ve met Haryun a few times in the past to share magical knowledge.”

As he nodded lightly, Grajinn pointed to the Imperial Academy student next to him.

“May Blandy. Nice to meet you, Ian. I heard you were the first conqueror of the Curtis Ruins? Are you not thinking about coming to the Empire later?”

Ruins stories out of the blue.

As Ian stared, Grajinn added an explanation.

“She’s a member of the Archaeological Society. I’ve explored ruins with her a few times too.”

“Ah.”

As Ian nodded, Haryun stood up.

“What are you going to do?”

“We can go out to eat, but can they come too?”

“I got permission. Their assigned training is over.”

At May’s words, Haryun added one more thing.

“Bala and Blanche are coming later too. Ian, you’re coming, right?”

“Sure.”

Filoa and May were surprised at his easy agreement.

“I heard you’re the Heroic Tournament winner?”

“And incredibly strong. Is it okay to hang out like this?”

Kirke began to supplement the explanation after confirming their reactions.

‘There’s no need for the strong to be lonely, though.’

Betrayal by those considered friends was common.

In addition, there were plenty of cases of poisoning meals or ambushes when eating out.

To prevent that, the culture that the strong must be solitary took root in the Empire.

“There are many ways to defeat the strong…”

May said quietly, noticing Ian’s reluctant reaction.

“Don’t worry, I’m not so weak that I can’t distinguish poison.”

“There’s also the risk of ambush. Is the North always like this?”

As Filoa asked, Haryun shook his head.

“There are many who are wary like that even in the North.

It’s just that Ian isn’t afraid of anything, that’s why.”

As the two showed interest in him, Haryun lightly changed the subject.

“In that case, the monster Crown Prince probably doesn’t eat out much.”

“Generally, he doesn’t. I heard that those twins taste everything, even on the battlefield.”

“That sounds exhausting.”

“That’s what the position of Crown Prince is like. Okay, let’s go then.”

Some time after Ian’s group went out, Bala and Blanche, who had finished their personal training, entered the dormitory with tired faces.

“Ugh… I’m hungry…”

“Let’s just go without changing.”

The two returned to their room, left their luggage, and came down.

As they returned to the empty lobby and were about to leave, a low voice reached them.

“Students of Fredon Academy.”

“Hmm? What is it? It’s Crown Prince Osnen? What’s wrong?”

“Do you happen to know where Ian is?”

“The room locations are written over there.”

“I’ve been there.”

But he wasn’t there.

Not only that, but even his roommate, Grajinn.

“By now, the service should be over and he should be back, right?”

“Didn’t he go out with them?”

As far as they knew, Ian’s schedule for today was over.

In that case, Haryun and Grajinn might have invited him.

“Looks like they went out to eat?”

“Is that so.”

“Do you have something to say? Just so you know, give up if it’s an argument.”

As Bala was wary, Osnen shook his head.

“I have no intention of doing that. I just want to talk to him.”

“Really? Then we’re going out too, so come with us.”

“Outside?”

“Or go check the cafeteria. He might not have gone outside.”

As Bala said, Osnen thought for a moment and nodded.

“I haven’t had dinner either, so I’ll follow you. Will you guide me?”

“I’ll guide you, but I don’t know if it’s a restaurant that His Highness the Crown Prince would eat at.”

“Don’t worry. I eat anything well.”

He wore a somewhat smug expression.

The two were momentarily taken aback by the expression that didn’t suit him, who was called a monster.

“Oh. Um… but what about those two earlier? Those twins. Don’t bring them, it’ll be noisy.”

“They are currently receiving additional training. They are paying the price for falling behind in the first-come, first-served competition.”

“Ah. I see. Oh. And don’t expect us to use honorifics. And we have no intention of taking care of you like them.”

Osnen answered calmly.

“I know and have experienced the characteristics of Fredon Academy. And I apologize for their rudeness today.”

“Huh?”

“Uh…”

Blanche and Bala looked at each other at his sincere apology.

Ian’s words from this morning were coming to mind.

At Ruben’s Table, the most luxurious restaurant in town, Haryun ordered appropriately from the terrace.

As the food came out, he asked about what had happened earlier.

“Filoa. What Crown Prince Osnen said earlier. Should we take it as a compliment?”

“What he said earlier? What?”

He tilted his head, gnawing on a rib.

He must not have heard it because he was in the back earlier.

“What he said about Myane and something about intermediate levels.”

“His Highness said that?”

Filoa and May, who had been listening quietly, shook their heads.

“Most people who talk to him misunderstand.”

“That’s right. There isn’t much change in his tone or expression, so listeners often misunderstand. But after experiencing it for a few years, everyone knows. His Highness probably said that because he was genuinely impressed and curious.”

Haryun and Grajinn looked at Ian.

Ian, who was cutting a large sausage and feeding it to Myane, said with a nonchalant face.

“See?”

“R, really?”

“Lily and Hebin, who assist His Highness, have terrible personalities… but His Highness’s personality itself isn’t a problem. He’s a good person if you get to know him.”

May, who added an explanation, looked at Ian.

“Still, it’s amazing. Only those close to His Highness in the Empire know about him.”

‘How many years have I lived, and I wouldn’t know that?’

Ian ate a bite of sausage without showing any particular reaction and suddenly turned his head to look at the street.

The group was puzzled by his sudden reaction.

“Why?”

‘Kirke.’