The Crown Prince Thinks I'm a Guy

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Of course, Charles didn't have much time to sleep.

The very moment he had closed his eyes, a shadow had passed over our lying forms, and in the next second, a round-eyed attendant stood over our heads. He looked at us as though he had caught us in a malicious act.

The prince took a long moment to open up his eyes. Even when he had noticed the shadow looming over us, he only smiled up at it dreamily. He mumbled, "Hey there, Coran."

"... Your Highness, it's not safe out here," the attendant said, as though it wasn't weird how he found us sprawled out on the spire's rooftops. "I suggest we go back to your rooms, where I am sure we can protect you best."

Charles laughed. "Come now, Coran. Who would attack me inside the Lunar Academy?"

"... Multiple persons and organizations, Your Highness," the man answered honestly. The boy could only sigh in defeat, although he didn't look all that much perturbed by it. He looked at me with a grin, saying, "Let's go back down? I gather you already had a good taste of climbing through rooftops?"

I laughed as I propped myself up. "Quite so, dear prince. Quite so."

~~

'Who are they targeting?' I thought as I stared at the black skinned girl. We still sat together due to the buddy system Assassin Vincentus had forced us to do. Her nimble hands were elegantly tipping over fuming glass vials, emptying their contents into our cauldron.

Then, when the round pot started to exude a pungent aroma, I had to back away in disgust. Pinching my nose between two fingers, I turned to my partner. "Leila, do you really know what you're doing?"

She glanced up at me in the middle of emptying another brackish liquid into the bubbling mixture. She tilted her head. "I think?"

I gave her a face. "You think?"

She smiled innocently, even amidst a tiny explosion of one evilly violet-colored bubble. I sighed. "Let me do the assignment."

She pouted. "But... Are you sure?"

'If I don't relieve you of your position, the whole castle might just crumble from a gaseous explosion,' I thought, but instead said, "Yeah, I wanted to try mixing up... poisons too."

She shrugged as she gave way for me. I thought, 'Now, what was the assignment again?'

Knowing I would be too embarrassed to ask Leila herself, I looked around the classroom. The tables were spread apart to give each pair more room, but I could still somewhat see what the others were doing. I tried to recall my lessons, and the small lessons I also had under Zepherin and Eva back in the Order.

Jackerberry.

Nightlock? No, tamlock...

Now, what would that peculiar combination make?

A smile came into place a second later. Then, I looked innocently at Leila. "We're making a Narcus Drought, aren't we?"

She stared back at me. "I believe so. You didn't know?"

I spluttered. "I-No, I mean, I was just... I wasn't sure!"

I couldn't exactly say that I was simply out of it the past few days. Leila smiled at me gently, her beauty almost making the darkly lit classroom glow with light. Filled with a sudden drive, I brought out a clean cauldron and started on the potion.

The Narcus Drought was a potion commonly used by commoners and nobles alike. It was a sleeping potion, but it could also just as easily turn into a deadly poison. The Drought was easy enough to make, as long as the ingredients were there and a fire was ready. In fact, it was so easy to make that even unlearned commoners would concoct it themselves.