The Duke's Son

•Chapter Two•

Louis tried not to show his excitement as he kept his eyes outside the carriage's window while taking in the very "medieval" like surroundings;
Not noticing how his two brothers were looking at him with odd expressions.

'I can't believe i'm seeing horses out in the sidewalk like it's normal,' he thought excitedly 'and is that magic?? holy f—'

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a hand pulled him back inside the carriage—realizing a second later that he was unconsciously leaning his head out of the window.
"Do you have a death wish?" the owner's hand hissed at him, it was Olivier.

"Huh?" He muttered dumbly, "Oh! Sorry, I didn't notice." He continued, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Why are you acting like it's your first time outside?" Olivier asked him with a raised brow, a slight frown gracing between them.

'...maybe because i'm not from this world?'
He slightly grimaced at the thought,
'Not to mention I may, or may not replaced your brother's soul and I don't know how to get back to my own body?'

"Oi. Are you even listening?" The older boy snapped his hand once in front of his face.

He stared back at him stupidly.

"...it's nothing." He mumbled, and huddled a bit towards the corner.

The rest of the journey was spent relatively silent.

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As soon as he step foot inside of his classroom the bright and cheery atmosphere suddenly felt cold.

He barely survived the suffocating feeling his older brothers gave him inside the carriage but holy f—his classmates were on another level.

He gave himself a mental pat as he maintained his stoic expression while walking towards the very back of the classroom.

Placing his stuff inside the desk before sitting down and lowering his head on the table.

'Gah. I could feel their stares stabbing at my back'

He mentally cried.

He wasn't prepared at this degree of animosity towards him, heck, he wasn't prepared for anything at all!

He didn't know if he should continue being a dick to everybody or just—who was he kidding, he'll be dead before he could recite his own name, so yea, let's settle with plan b, laying low and avoiding the main characters to live a peaceful life and if possible, a longer one.

Thunk

He whipped his head up, turned to the only person who was near him and gave a short-glare at the perpetrator.

The boy only looked at him calmly, raising his brow and nodded towards the front.

Louis gave him an irritated 'what' look.

"Teacher's here." the boy shrugged.

Louis sighed and turned towards the front, corrected his posture and hoped that time would just fly fast.

"I hope everyone has studied for our the test today," the teacher peered at them through her glasses  as the class let out a groan, "I'll be expecting good grades from you lot, especially you Mr. Montbeliard." Her sharp gaze turned to him.

He mentally flinched.

While maintaining his usual stoic expression his mind was in chaos.

'...what? A test? And why heck was he singled out of all the people here, was his grades really that bad?'