I Choose The Heroine's Route

32 Classes Officially Begins

Wearing the RA's uniform, I stood in front of a particularly slightly large double door. Looking up, one would immediately be able to see the sign that says 'Class 1-A' on the top of the door frame.

A week has passed, and finally, the classes in Royal Academy will officially begin.

It's currently 7:25 AM, and considering that classes start at 8, and there are still 35 minutes left before that. With this, I should probably be allowed to say that I've arrived quite early. I'm definitely not that fond of waking up early, but I'm also not that fond of being late to class, especially when that means that I'll be in the spotlight much more.

"Just enter already!" Gaos exclaimed on my mind, seemingly impatient, and with how loud he said that, I feel like I can still hear it ringing in my ears.

"I will." It's just... for some unknown reason, although it's not that noticeable on my expression, I still couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

I guess there really isn't that much difference when it comes to attending your 1st day of school no matter where you are, even if you're in a totally different world. You still feel nervous, or maybe it's more accurate to say dreadful – as if you're about to enter a battlefield of no return, one you can't escape and will give only give you a choice of staying until the end. This doesn't apply to all people, of course.

Shaking my head at my thoughts, I decided to finally enter.

Pausing as I standstill near the door, I let my eyes quickly wander around the place. It was probably about two times bigger than our dorm room. There was space in front, and there was a blackboard and a viewing screen on the wall; each taking half-space of it. There was a teacher's desk, and on the very side left wall, there's a small bookshelf.

The setting of the classroom was like those I often only see in popular and huge Universities, the chairs were aligned and arranged in a stair-like manner, and there are a total of 10 rows, with each row – on left and right, since there's a stair in the middle – having just the right size to probably provide sits for 5 students.

The ambiance of the whole classroom was great overall, there's something in it that actually makes you feel like you're part of a fiction story of some sort.

As I look around the class, a few of the students that are already there happened to meet my eyes as well, and my gaze landed on a familiar Second Prince, I almost grimaced. On the other hand, when Anakin noticed me, he smirked before waving his hand.

I gave him a cold look.

Did... he forget about our little disagreement that happened on my debutante? I don't think we're in a relationship that's close enough to be waving at each other like this. Maybe he's disregarding it.

Not wanting other students to misunderstand, I merely gave a nod as a response. Despite his mirth, Anakin has a lot of unexpected traits, like being part of the Pre-Examination ranking and being an early bird.
Ignoring his piercing stare, I glance at the person sitting beside him – the Crown Prince, Deor Lansera. This was probably the first time I'm seeing him with my own eyes like this.

With white hair, and then those eye-catching gold eyes that are seemingly sparkling, one wouldn't doubt that he's the Crown Prince of this Kingdom. Especially with how cold his expression looks, almost as if he's bored or tired of everything. Others would often say how he's the exact spitting image of their father, the current King, Aled Lansera.

It's because of those golden eyes that a lot of people expect him to be the next King. Most of the time, it's the Royals who have golden eyes that become the King. However, it is also not unheard of for those who don't have it to inherit the throne.