The Crown Prince Thinks I'm a Guy

First Lesson

"Hold on," I stopped the girl from continuing on. "The man with the cleft chin and the small body is Assassin Torno. The big one with thick lips is Assassin Igor. The woman with the owlish eyes and red hair is Assassin Telly... and uh..."

"Vincentus with the ghostly demeanor," Zepherin drawled out.

"Oh, right!" I shouted. "I distinctly remember him from the ceremony. He was quite... rude."

My white-haired companion huffed in anger. "That's an understatement."

"Okay..." I mumbled, counting down the names I had finished calling out. "That leaves Eleina and someone else. Hmm... I keep forgetting!"

A gentle yet precise set of knocks came from my bedroom's door. "Come in," I called out softly, knowing how thin the walls were in these wing of trainees' quarters.

A light brown head peeked inside, gentle waves showing off its beauty even when hidden in a low ponytail. I smiled. "Assassin Eleina, good evening."

"Good evening, Eleftherion, Zepherin," she entered through the door. With three people inside, it suddenly seemed quite crowded in my modest bedroom. "Eva sent me to give you your new schedule."

"What? You're already on your second phase?" Zepherin exclaimed from my bed.

I grinned at her. "Yep, and at only two months too!"

Zepherin smirked a little. "Well, it will do you good to know that I finished my whole training at three."

"Oh, I know, I know." I started to smile as well. "I still have a good part of a month left to beat your record."

"Cheeky," she sneered at my pillow.

I sighed inwardly. I did well in inviting her to my rooms right after my lessons ended. It seems like she has already forgotten about our petty fight earlier in the morning. Smilingly, I received the roll of parchment from Eleina and quickly opened it up.

Looking through its contents, I tried not to laugh as I felt a pair of curious eyes stealing glances at the paper from time to time. Finally giving up from teasing her, I opened the parchment fully and offered that the girl take a look of it. I found her looking almost completely uninterested in it.

"Humph!" she crossed her arms and lifted her nose up. "Like I'd want to know a mere trainee's schedule."

"Oh, come on," I pleaded at her outwardly, but I was laughing on the inside. "Just take a look at it. I barely know my new teachers, and I really need your help."

The white-haired child's facade started to crack and I saw how her lavender eyes would flick towards the paper and away.

"Pleaseee help me," I murmured. "... Won't you, apprentice assassin?"

That completely won her over, and a smile twitched on her otherwise serious face. "Oh, alright then. I guess it can't be helped."

I chose to not tell her that I could've easily asked Eleina for the information, instead. But, oh well. Anything to appease my young friend.

She took the parchment from me and read through it, mumbling from under her breath, "Extensive combat training with Ren. That's good... General studies with Portman, of course... Sir Lancer for Basic Organizational History..."

Then, I saw her eyes grow wide, and she shouted quite loudly, "Sir Lancer?! For basic history? Who was the idiot who made this schedule?"

I flinched, wondering why she was so suddenly aggravated. "Umm... Is something wrong?"

"B-But... And, what is this? Dark magic lessons? Why do you have dark magic lessons?" Zepherin mumbled rapidly and almost incoherently. "You have Madame Telly, as well. Wait... what? Then, does this mean we'll both be in the same lessons? What-"