The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick-Chapter 445: Why Did Your Highness Yield First?
"I am the Princess's man."
This statement exploded like an ice bomb freezing over a lake, silencing every student in the classroom.
The entire room instantly sank into dead silence.
Most students at the Royal Magic Academy came from prestigious families with illustrious backgrounds.
Positioned at society's pinnacle, they had some understanding of the empire's future political landscape.
Especially regarding the Emperor's intention to let the Princess inherit the throne—even if only heard through rumors, this news had spread throughout the nobility.
However, many students remained dissatisfied with the Emperor's decision.
In their hearts, the Crown Prince, hailed as the "Perfect Hero," should be the rightful heir to the throne.
The Crown Prince had defended the southern border for over a decade, establishing glorious military achievements.
He had protected imperial territory and safeguarded the lives of civilians.
Moreover, the Crown Prince possessed a gentle temperament, carried himself with imperial dignity, and enjoyed immense popularity among the people.
After all, the public loved heroes, especially such perfect ones.
Although Princess Aurelianne's reputation and influence had been growing recently,
Many believed this was merely because Viktor was her private tutor.
Her personal contributions and achievements clearly paled in comparison to the Crown Prince's.
Yet, not a single person spoke up—no one dared to speak up.
Because, just as Professor Viktor had stated:
"I am the Princess's man."
Upon hearing these words, the Crown Prince, who had been preparing to say something, was rendered speechless.
He lowered his head in contemplation for a long while, then suddenly smiled with acceptance:
"I understand, Count Viktor."
After saying this, the Crown Prince turned to face the students and slowly walked toward a seat.
His golden armor clinked softly, creating intermittent metallic sounds throughout the classroom.
Under the shocked and puzzled gazes of everyone present, the Crown Prince walked to the lecture area.
Looking around, he couldn't find an empty seat.
He smiled wryly, inwardly marveling:
Truly worthy of Viktor's class—not a single vacant seat.
With no alternative, he headed toward the farthest corner of the classroom.
At this moment, a student, seeing the Crown Prince's unsuccessful search for a seat, stood up.
With reverence, he mustered the courage to ask the Crown Prince:
"Your Highness, would you like to sit here?"
The Crown Prince turned to look at him, displaying a kind smile, and shook his head:
"Thank you, but that won't be necessary."
"You are a student and should be sitting here. Study well."
Even his refusal carried a mysterious charisma that made students feel particularly drawn to him.
The students collectively watched the prince walking toward the back, their gazes following the golden armor to the rear of the classroom.
The Crown Prince leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smile playing on his lips.
His gaze was gentle and contemplative as he quietly observed the front, unwilling to break the classroom's tranquility.
This quiet atmosphere immersed the students in a mysterious ambiance.
They gradually regained their composure and turned their attention to the magic-filled blackboard.
The students focused intently on recording the content on the blackboard.
Their pen tips glided rapidly across paper, capturing every fascinating piece of magical knowledge.
Even without Professor Viktor actively lecturing, these students demonstrated exceptional self-discipline.
The massive blackboard at the front of the classroom appeared mysterious and captivating.
Under Viktor's use, it became even more magical, seemingly bringing life to otherwise dry content.
Whenever students appeared to finish recording, the white text on the blackboard would be gently ignited by a crimson flame.
Like dancing sprites, the flames constantly shifted form.
In this endless cycle, students busily wrote under time's pressure.
With the scratching sounds of pen on paper, time silently slipped away.
A crisp bell signaled the end of Professor Viktor's lecture.
The students almost simultaneously gathered their notes and stationery, preparing to leave in an orderly fashion.
Perhaps out of reverence for the Crown Prince, they organized their belongings much faster than usual.
As they left, each student passed by Professor Viktor, bowing deeply in gratitude.
They thanked Professor Viktor for the brilliant lecture.
Despite the fact that he hadn't spoken a word throughout.
After the last student bowed and departed, the Crown Prince finally uncrossed his arms and walked slowly toward Viktor:
"Count Viktor."
"Do you have time now?"
Viktor didn't look up, gently closing the magic book in his hand, and calmly responded:
"Very good, Your Highness."
"At least you didn't disturb my students."
As he spoke, he rose from the wooden chair.
The chair beneath him transformed into separate vines that gradually floated into his coat.
"Perhaps I can spare some time to talk."
Hearing Viktor's words, the Crown Prince breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to speak, he noticed Viktor scanning the surroundings.
"However, do you really intend to converse with me here?"
Viktor's question made the Crown Prince pause momentarily, then he followed Viktor's gaze to look around.
The doorway and windows of the classroom were packed with curious students.
They leaned forward, nearly pressing against each other.
It seemed that if the students at the front were slightly careless, those behind would flood into the classroom, falling onto the floor.
The situation at the windows was similar, with students pressing their cheeks against the glass, eyes wide.
Ears perked up, as if intently observing the conversation between Viktor and the Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince laughed awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed:
"I apologize, Count Viktor."
"I failed to notice this."
Viktor turned back, giving the Crown Prince another look.
Then, he gently raised his arm and snapped his fingers crisply. An azure magical array instantly formed, with complex runes and shimmering light points quickly covering the ground beneath them.
Clear, bright points immediately engulfed the blue array, and heavy patterns gradually climbed up their ankles.
In a flash of light, the two transformed into fine fragments of light that rose into the sky, disappearing from the spot.
The classroom was left in silence.
Students stared in astonishment as Viktor and the Crown Prince transformed into light and vanished.
The precariously balanced crowd lost their balance and collapsed to the ground.
Those pressed against the windows wore shocked expressions, eyes wide, mouths agape, seemingly still processing what they had just witnessed:
"Did you... did you all see that?"
"That teleportation magic... I don't think I saw the professor cast it in advance."
"Is this what it means to be the Chief Professor?"
"What are you thinking? Don't tell me you've forgotten about the professor's sea battle!"
Amid these whispers, the students gradually came to their senses.
Originally, they had hoped to eavesdrop on some conversation, but now even the people were gone.
Oh well, time to disperse.
Just as these students rose from the ground, preparing to leave,
Suddenly, three figures approached from a distance.
They were making their way through the crowd, heading toward the classroom where Viktor had just been.
The students, seeing this, became curious.
Vice Professor Henie, Chief Erica, and... who was that person behind Vice Professor Henie?
Upon seeing Henie, the students moved aside, consciously creating a passage.
Sapphirose, dressed in a robe, followed closely behind, feeling numerous curious gazes as she passed through the students.
The students all curiously examined this mysterious woman, privately speculating about her identity.
At this moment, Erica also glanced at the empty classroom and shook her head at Henie.
"He's not here."
Seeing this, Henie had no choice but to turn around and look at the students who had moved aside, inquiring in a gentle tone:
"Students."
"Have you seen where Professor Viktor went?"
......
Two beams of light descended from the sky like threads,
Upon touching the ground, the azure light gradually constructed two familiar figures.
Viktor and Albanie appeared together in the Arcane Hall.
The Crown Prince felt dizzy, his vision filled with blue light spots.
He barely steadied himself, but his head still swirled with a sense of vertigo.
His legs trembled, as if the ground beneath his feet had turned soft as cotton.
There was no helping it; he truly had little experience with magic like teleportation.
Viktor looked up, his gaze falling on the Crown Prince who had just regained his composure.
Clearly, his dazzling golden armor stood out particularly brightly in the Arcane Hall.
Having just landed, he had already attracted the attention of many students.
They gathered around, whispering among themselves.
The Crown Prince's appearance drew countless gazes, and Albanie returned these looks, directing his gaze toward the students.
Despite it being noon, when students should typically be having lunch,
There were still so many students in the Arcane Hall, which surprised Albanie.
Don't you mages ever eat lunch?
Having lived in the military for so long, he truly couldn't understand these students who forgot to eat and sleep.
However, Viktor showed no sign of slowing down to wait; as soon as they landed, he was already walking toward the center of the Arcane Hall.
Seeing this, the Crown Prince hurriedly quickened his pace to follow Viktor.
The students, seeing the two gradually move away, finally felt safe to speculate:
"That golden armor, is that the Crown Prince?"
"I heard the Crown Prince headed straight to the academy as soon as he returned today, so the news was true."
"But why would the Crown Prince seek out Professor Viktor?"
But their speculations were destined to go unheard by the two.
By now, Viktor had already led Albanie to the very center of the Arcane Hall.
At the center of the Arcane Hall was an enormous array glowing with azure light.
A hazy glow rose from the edge of the array, seemingly forming an ethereal ring in the air.
The wave patterns engraved upon it danced freely under the influence of magical power.
Viktor had already stepped into the center of the array and turned to face the Crown Prince:
"What did you want to tell me?"
The Crown Prince was slightly taken aback, looking around.
Seeing the many students nearby, he knew this wasn't the place to talk.
Just as he was about to remind Viktor, he too stepped into the center of the massive array.
Almost instantly, a wave-like force surged outward in all directions.
The water level rising from the center of the array gradually engulfed the two standing within.
After the waves rolled several meters high, they returned to the center of the array and gradually receded.
The two standing within similarly disappeared.
The surrounding space seemed to undergo a distortion of time and space, with a hazy starry sky and tumultuous magical waves intertwining in this illusory space.
The Crown Prince slowly opened his eyes, observing these strange changes around him, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:
"This... is this..."
Recalling Viktor's lecture at the academy, the Crown Prince had also been present.
At that time, he had personally experienced what Viktor called a 'dungeon'.
These special worlds composed of independent spaces not only allowed students to practice combat skills but also ensured absolute safety.
Although the experience in the lecture hall was only a simplified version, it was said that dungeons would continue to be refined and stored in the academy.
Now, the world he saw was more fantastical than ever before.
After this novel creation spread throughout the capital, the Crown Prince was seeing it firsthand for the first time.
He had considered that if this technology could be applied to the military, training soldiers to handle various crises, the results would be astonishing.
However, sentiments aside, the Crown Prince quickly regained his composure.
With a troubled expression, he took a deep breath and solemnly said to Viktor:
"Count Viktor... no, Councilor Kravina."
Simultaneously, in the Crown Prince's mind, a terrifying magical scene emerged.
It was from when Viktor first entered the Monster Rift.
That black dragon that suddenly entered the rift, and the terrifying magic that erupted from within.
Even now, Albanie remembered it with perfect clarity.
Thinking of this, he raised his head and firmly addressed Viktor:
"I hope you can assist me in resolving the current southern conflict."
Viktor stood with his hands in his pockets, his back to the Crown Prince, his face slightly turned.
He gazed calmly at the Crown Prince and said flatly:
"Your Highness, I believe I've already stated my position..."
"I won't put you in a difficult position, Councilor Kravina."
The Crown Prince extended one arm and knocked three times on his chest.
Thud, thud, thud.
The golden armor produced a dull echo that resonated in this silent, illusory space:
"I will voluntarily renounce the throne."
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Chapter 445: Why Did Your Highness Yield First?
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