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Chapter 62: The Idiot Prince was as they say.

("Rodel Iwood... Is he the rumored foolish prince!?")

Upon hearing Rodel's angry voice, Rest widened his eyes. He was familiar with that name, having been warned about him as a person to be cautious of by his father-in-law, Marquis Rosemary.

"Listen, Rest. Among the nobility and royalty, there are many individuals you need to be careful of, and at the top of that list is Prince Rodel."

According to the Marquis, Rodel was an arrogant and haughty person who didn't seem like the son of a well-respected king. He looked down on everyone around him, boasted excessively, and believed that being born as a prince meant he could do anything without consequences. Additionally, he had a penchant for women, forcibly taking advantage of palace maids and causing diplomatic issues by trying to make advances on princesses from other countries. The list of problems he had caused was endless.

"Listen, Rest-kun! If that foolish prince tries to lay a hand on my daughters, stop him even if you have to use force! I'll take responsibility even if it means killing him!"

"Well... killing might be a bit extreme..."

Rest chuckled at the Marquis's words, but now, facing the foolish prince in person, he could understand the feeling of wanting to end him.

(His tone is different, but his vibe is a bit like my stupid older brother... He seems like the type I could punch once and get away with it...)

"What's wrong, commoner? Haven't you heard that I said I'll be in Class A? Leave the classroom immediately!"

Rodel frowned unpleasantly.

A nervously small man next to him kept adjusting his glasses, while a large, bald-headed man gripped a sword attached to his belt.

Could it be... are they planning to draw their swords here if I don't comply with the orders?

(Not good... In this situation, what is the right course of action?)

Facing the three intimidating men standing in front of him, Rest let out a sigh of distress.

It's a very troublesome situation. Handling this is difficult.

If the person were Cedric, he would consider hitting him... a troublesome individual, but still, he's the third prince. Violence was not an option.

"What are you hesitating for? Hurry up and leave."

"Do you intend to defy His Highness's orders!? Leave quickly!"

"If you won't obey His Highness's orders...!"

(Annoying... Who are these underlings?)

Frustrated by the two followers who were raising their voices, Rest decided to get up from his chair.

(Now... what's the right move in a situation like this?)

Glancing around subtly, he noticed that his classmates were avoiding eye contact, clearly indicating they didn't want to get involved. He understood their sentiments. If he were in their shoes, he'd probably do the same.

(Well, there's no helping it... Let me try reasoning with them, at least.)

"I apologize for the inconvenience. Prince Rodel, I never expected to have the honor of meeting you in a place like this, and my reaction was delayed."

Rest stood up and elegantly bowed. It was a flawless bow, having received perfect instruction from Dibble. Even if he were to enter high society now, he wouldn't embarrass himself—a refined gesture.

"Hmm?"

Rodel was taken aback by the refined noble gesture and his eyes widened in surprise.

"...You, weren't you a commoner?"

"Yes, technically I am."

"Then, quickly follow my orders. You'll be in Class D. Move fast!"

"I'm afraid I have to ask for permission. You see, I haven't obtained approval from the instructors. If you could please secure permission first, I'll proceed to Class D after the appropriate procedures."

"Hmph... I've ordered it, so there's no need for approval from a mere teacher."

"Then, please obtain permission first. There are proper procedures for these matters, and once they are completed, I'll move to Class D."

"You...! Are you defying Prince Rodel!?"

The big guy grabbed Rest by the collar, lifting him off the ground.

(Heh... he's quite strong...)

Though he doesn't look like a mage, could he be from the Knight Department? His thick arms and large physique suggest a well-trained warrior.

"That's right! Why would His Highness Rodel, the Third Prince, need the permission of a mere teacher?"

The small guy with glasses was speaking from below. His physical stature matched his words, emphasizing his diminutive appearance.

(As rumored, reasoning won't work with this type... What should I do? If this continues, Viola and Primula will return from the restroom.)

If those two... and Yuri, in the same situation, saw this scene, they would undoubtedly confront Rodel and protest.

(Clearly, the prince and his entourage are in the wrong... But I don't want to actively stir up trouble. I don't want to involve them with those girls.)

For now, Rest pretended to comply with the demands and left the classroom. Later, he would report the incident to the teacher and leave the aftermath to them.

"I understand. In that case..."

"What are you all doing!?"

As Rest attempted to surrender unconditionally, a sharp voice echoed through the classroom. The source of the voice was a female student entering the classroom.

For a moment, Rest flinched, thinking it might be Viola, Primula, or Yuri. However, the person who appeared was none of them.

"Celestine...!"

Rodel clicked his tongue irritably.

The one entering through the classroom entrance was Celestine Crocus.

She was the fiancée of Rodel and the duke's daughter, a female student standing there.

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