So I'm a Snake, Who Cares?

The ways to utilize Acting will also be endless.

Leaving that as future enjoyment...

"Haa."

Obern slumped onto the sofa and held his head.

"Will the prince behave somewhat?"

Seems he's burdened by being put in charge of that simpleton.

Well, looking at him earlier, he couldn't have been more disrespectful and troublesome.

So to the question of whether the prince would behave.

'No way. He seemed like a complete delinquent brat.'

"It's going to be tough from now on."

Obern who must act as a charismatic genius professor.

The appearance of a delinquent prince who doesn't respect that authority was a very bad thing.

'What are you worried about?'

But in my view, there wasn't much to worry about.

'I'm here. And there are ways to handle guys like that. I can quickly make them behave and listen well.'

"...Is that so?"

When I spoke confidently, Obern's expression relaxed a bit.

'Yeah, no matter how well they bite and how fierce they are, I can make them behave in just one day.'

"Well they bite...? Isn't it too problematic if they bite?"

'I meant monster children, not human children. I've tamed over 100.'

"Taming a prince... haa."

Obern despaired.

It's true though. He probably doesn't believe me because he hasn't directly seen my skills at quietly taming numerous precious monster children in the Shadow Forest.

'I'm serious.'

Don't worry.

==

"I'm a bit nervous. Cal, you've actually met the Third Prince before, right?"

"Saw him at parties."

The handsome boy called Cal said proudly.

"You must know each other? Perhaps close?"

"Just exchanged greetings a few times, not enough to call us close friends."

Though he spoke humbly, unavoidable pride could be felt.

Cal Leiman, direct bloodline of a count family, had connections with the prince, and even excluding that, he had particularly high standing among the new students.

"Of course, the prince did send me a gift on my birthday before."

"Wow..."

The rumor that the Third Prince was entering as a freshman had already spread widely.

And just yesterday, several people reported sightings of the Third Prince.

That he visited Professor Obern's office.

"The Third Prince's personality... is quite something they say."

"And Professor Obern is really scary too."

Two weeks had already passed since the semester began.

Students who had taken Obern's classes were divided into two groups.

Either completely captivated by the young genius professor's charisma, or feeling displeasure at being overwhelmed.

Whether former or latter, both found the current situation intriguing.

Like who would win if the notoriously bad-tempered prince and professor clashed.

"Will he even come on time?"

The boys and girls were noisy trying to predict the prince's appearance.

Then at some point, everyone suddenly went quiet.

Thump.

The lecture hall door opened and someone appeared.

It was Prince Phili.

Brown hair and slightly sunken eyes. Freckles.

His clothes had pure gold buttons symbolizing royalty.

Originally, everyone should stand and show proper respect to royalty.

But here at Emerald School, those protocols are exceptionally not applied.

Decades ago, it was established by royal decree to simplify or omit protocols so as not to interfere with studies.

The prince trudged up and sat roughly in any seat.

And he sneered at those glancing at him.

"If you're going to greet, do it properly, if not, avert your gaze."

Then several children quickly approached to greet the prince.

"Your Highness, I hope you are well."

"It's an honor to study together."

The prince just found the pouring greetings annoying.

Not everyone went to greet him.

In Rania and Amain's case, they just quietly stayed in the back.

However, there were some who particularly acted familiar, one of whom was the boy called Cal.

"Haha, it's been a while, Your Highness."

He greeted after neatly adjusting his clothes.

"Thank you for the previous gift. To think we'd take the same class like this, it reminds me of when we played by the lake with Your Highness..."

"Who are you?"

"Pardon?"

Cal's smile froze for a moment.

"Who are you acting familiar with, bastard."

"Cal, Leiman... Previously at parties together..."

"You think you're the only one who acted familiar with me?"

Cal's face turned bright red.

He never imagined being humiliated like this in front of everyone.

Perhaps that's why words like excuses popped out.

"I, I thought we were friends..."

"Friends? You and I are friends? Hahah!"

The atmosphere turned cold.

That's when.

No one expected Bex to step forward here.

And to say such things...

"Unlike that fellow, I don't dare even hope to become Your Highness's friend!"

Other students thought Bex had gone crazy at that moment.

He usually acted so subservient to Cal but suddenly doing this.

"And who are you?"

"My name is Bex Galanz. I wish to become Your Highness's loyal servant."

He kneels on one knee and shows respect to royalty.

Cal's friends looked at Bex with dumbfounded eyes.

Rania and Amain watching from the back were the same.

"That guy's completely crazy..."

Bex, who once picked a fight with Amain, was actually not a noble.

He was a boy soaked in dreams of social advancement, but who knew he'd act like this as soon as he met the prince.

Prince Phili also burst out laughing.

"These guys are really funny."

"Hehe..."

"But I don't particularly need servants, though having friends would be nice."

"Ah, I could become a friend..."

"Of course I can't make someone like you a friend. Want to become my loyal follower?"

"O-Of course! If you'll let me."

The prince gave orders with an intrigued face.

"Then, slap that ill-mannered fellow who falsely claimed to be my friend."

"...Pardon?"

The prince's finger pointed at the pale Cal.

No matter how much Bex wanted to gain the prince's favor, how could he slap the count's son?

"T-That's a bit..."

"What? Did you lie to me? I said slap him."

"Uh..."

"You. Do you find the words of royalty amusing?"

"Of course not!"

The atmosphere turned icy.

Cal stood stock still. Bex was at a loss what to do.

"Slap him. Slap his cheek."

At that cold command, Bex tightly closed his eyes.

It should be fine if I hit softly.

Slap!

Bex really slapped the young count's cheek.

"Puhahahahaha!"

Only the prince's laughter rang through the quiet classroom.

To Bex's ears trembling with fear, unbelievable words were heard.

"Cal Leiman. You may punish that barbaric fellow who slapped a noble's cheek. As much as you want."

Cal clenched his fist.

Bex swallowed and trembled with a pale face.

The Leiman count family is also famous for martial arts.

Even Cal could probably crush a bear's skull with that one fist.

"Hit him. Cal Leiman."

"..."

"Do you have no guts?"

However, Cal did not swing his fist.

Whether due to noble pride or something else is unknown.

Rania furrowed her brow.

She was about to say 'Isn't this too harsh?' to Amain, but.

'Where did he go!'

Amain wasn't in his seat beside her.

Surprisingly, Amain was standing between the prince and Cal.

"Your Highness, perhaps we should stop here."

Could it be, was he this type of person?

Even Rania, who was relatively close to Amain, didn't know he would step forward like this.

But he stood blocking the prince with an upright and dignified posture.

"The commotion is too much for class time."

"What lowborn are you? Who dares to stop what I'm doing?"

At the prince's majestic words, Amain slightly turned his gaze sideways.

"Master, no, Professor has arrived."

Everyone turned toward the lecture hall door.

He was there.

Professor Obern Grimoire.

Holding his crystal snake staff that he always carries.

"My class has begun, what is this commotion?"

In that icy voice.

Clear anger dwelled.