Who Made Me a Princess

Chapter 104

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“As I explained last time, the theory on relativity can also be applied to magic…..”

Wait…..but what level class was this?

I looked around the class and saw Hary Earnst’s brother in the back corner of the lecture hall.

That person was the same age as Ezekiel, right? Then this class was for 17 year olds. Wow, so then Ezekiel had learned information that 17 year olds learn when he was 10 years old? Really?

Huuhuu…..I laughed in disbelief at the unfairness in this world. No, wasn’t this completely unfair? Even if they were a main character, they distributed abilities into…..

“Steak…..yum.”

Yeah, into the steak…..wait, what? Steak?

I looked around at the murmuring I heard somewhere. Hm? Was someone talking in their sleep?

Other students started to look for the origin of the steak.

“Not an omelette…..steak…..mm.”

And I realized the sound was coming from a brown-haired boy hunched over on his desk.

It was Hary’s brother, who’s head had been drooping from the beginning of class.

Well…..it was past lunchtime right in the middle of the afternoon, and it was a nice spring weather. If you listened to this kind of boring lecture I guess you would be sleepy.

When I learned this section in the Emerald Palace, I shivered because it was so boring.

But I couldn’t even fall asleep because I was being taught one-on-one. How many times I had to pinch my thighs to stay awake, I don’t know.

I understood the student in the hall and looked at them with pitiful eyes.

Bang!

But then, Hary Earnst’s brother shot up from his seat.

“Meat…..! Not an omelette, but steak!!!”

….But steak!

…..steak!

…..eak!

The loud voice echoed in the quiet lecture hall.

Students looked at his with their mouths open. A few of them glanced at the professor to see his reaction.

“Gulp…..hm?”

Hary’s brother…..so Cavelle Earnst frowned with a still sleepy face. Wait, was he wiping his drool right now?

“Cavelle Earnst…..”

A cold and settled voice pierced everyone’s eardrums. Was the mustache professor mad?

“Hm? Professor, have you seen my steak?”

Only Cavelle Earnst wasn’t able to understand what was going on. He confusedly looked around and asked the professor where the steak was.

And the professor pointed out the door twitching his lips.

“Leave.”

“Oh, it was outside! Thank you, professor!”

I almost laughed out loud. But it wasn’t just me. Everyone was trying to hold their laughter in.

I couldn’t blame them. The professor had told him to leave the classroom because he didn’t deserve to listen to his lecture, but Cavelle had left thanking him for telling him where his steak was.

And he really ran out of the lecture. The professor’s face turned red and he trembled, and the students all had strange faces trying to hold their laughter in.

Amongst them, I had to struggle to keep my laughter in as well.

* * *

“You come here a lot? I can help you if there’s a book that you’re looking for.”

I looked in surprised towards the direction of the voice. The worker at the bookstore was looking at me.

“I guess you’re interested in magic?”

Oops, I got caught.

But I did read too many books on the subject.

I came here often because it was the largest bookstore in Atlanta, and it seemed like I caught the worker’s attention.

I didn’t forget that Claude sent viewing stones to Atlante as well.

But according to what Hary said in the storage room, it was something that was only delivered to noble and royal families.

“Do you have any books about magic to do with the brain?”

“Brain magic?”

“Mm, so like magic that deals with people’s memories…..”

I hesitantly asked the worker. I had been thinking I should ask him because I couldn’t find it in the school library or in here.

But the worker paused and asked me in a low voice.

“Miss, are you interested in dark magic?”

It was my turn to pause. Black magic was banned in Obelia, so books about it couldn’t be found anymore. Because the past tyrant of Obelia had used dark magic.

And he used it to violently kill people and punish those who entered his territory.

Now, Claude banned it across Obelia. It wasn’t illegal, but the continent considered it a taboo activity.

So I understood the look in the worker’s eyes.

“I don’t know that well, but is all magic related to memories related to dark magic?”

“As far as I know.”

“But not everything, right?”

“If you’re trying to look for a theory…..”

The worker searched on his stuff still looking warily at me and gave me a few books.

I skimmed through it, but it didn’t have the information I wanted to I was disappointed

But what he said was spinning around my head.

So. Dark magic could bring back memories.

But as I was leaving the store, the worker stopped me.

“The book you want might be found here.”

And before I could react he went over to another customer like his business was done.

I left the store with a folded piece of paper.