The Exalted Prince Lives Again-Chapter 43: Orientation [1]

August 5th, 1513; 14:00 hrs;

[Letter of Admission]

Lucien, sitting in his comfortable massage chair, was handed a fancy letter by his butler.

The letter cover was matte black and featured the academy’s logo stamped in silver glitter, accompanied by a few decorative words above.

[Letter of Admission]

This meant that he had succeeded.

He didn’t necessarily need any rank, as long as he could fulfil his side of the deal with Arthur.

He tore the letter open, discarding the cover, and unfolded it.

—

We congratulate Cadet Lucien Callastre on their admission to the Lumen Academy.

We are delighted to welcome you to our specialized Combat course, 1{A}.

It is with great honor that we invite you to join our Orientation Event on August 6th, 1513, at 08:00 AM sharp.

[Warrior Cadet Rank: 2]

—

"Second rank, huh!" He folded the letter back, tossing it on the table in front.

He took a piece of chocolate and popped it in his mouth.

’I really want to see the first rank now.’

Instead of being let down by this, he was rather excited.

He couldn’t wait to see who got the first rank in the warrior category.

’I’d better go train a bit now.’

...

August 7th, 1513; 07:09 hrs;

Lucien had just gotten out of his shower.

His maids were drying out his hair, and he applied some deodorant over himself.

"Your highness," A maid called, "These arrived with your letter of acceptance."

Lucien turned to take a look and noticed a pair of uniforms in her hands.

He nodded, allowing them to put the uniform on him.

They somehow fit perfectly, even though he never remembered telling them his sizes.

Ugh!

It felt creepy.

But regardless, he patted it around, trying to make it comfortable to him, and moved towards the full-body mirror to take a look. freewёbnoνel.com

The ink-black uniform was tailored with a cross-buttoned chest panel and a raised collar, adorned with metallic stars as buttons.

The shoulders and sleeves had light armor plates with etched designs, designed to emphasize mobility.

The trousers were of the same color, and the seams also had the metallic stars acting like decorations.

The sharpness, the layering, the designs, and the subtle embroidery on the uniform gave it a noble, military edge that really pleased Lucien.

It wasn’t over the top, and it was perfect for combat, as if a master of craft and combat had created it, keeping everything in mind.

"Not too shabby!" Lucien complemented, flexing a few sword moves just to check.

"Nice."

...

’This is too stupid,’ Lucien brooded, stepping off the car in front of the Academy.

This was the third time he supposedly had lost his royalty privilege, and he was getting pissed.

He hoped this was the last time before they provided them with their dormitories.

He looked around and saw that his motorcade wasn’t the only one there.

All the nobles, or high-class cadets, were stepping out of their cars, since they were supposed to be on time.

Normally, the higher one’s position was, the later they arrived, but in the academy, a student had no use for their titles.

The only thing that dictated their lives inside was their performances.

Of course, Lucien saw a few familiar faces there, but he couldn’t be bothered to talk to them.

The old Lucien had no real friends in particular, and being under the age of 18, he wasn’t even able to participate in social events.

People around saw him, and murmured a bit about him, since many of them had seen him on television or the internet, and a few were even at his coming-of-age event.

Lucien ignored these and stormed inside the Academy, following the red carpets and the Ushers guiding them to the auditorium.

The doors to the auditorium were decorated with Greeters welcoming everybody inside.

Lucien’s eyes immediately scanned the room like a hawk, noticing a few strong people present there.

He also noticed that the black-haired girl he saw that day, sitting there in the female version of the same uniform.

The female version of the uniform was of the same ink-black color, with the silver star being on the center, rather than the left.

It was a high-necked, form-fitting bodice, with the same light armor plates on the shoulders.

The sleeves were voluminous with a layered skirt falling over the fitted trousers.

Despite having similar designs, colors, and functionality, the female uniform still somehow managed to look demure.

’Not the time to look at the female uniform.’ He thought to himself as he quickly peeled off his gaze from her and scanned the room again.

’Found him.’ He thought as he silently walked down the auditorium and sat next to the red-haired guy, who was busy checking out the girls in the hall.

He was so busy with it that he didn’t even notice that someone was right next to him.

"Busy looking at the ladies, aren’t we, lad?" Lucien spoke, freezing William in his place.

A flashback went past his eyes about the time when he heard the full name of his newly-made friend in the exam.

Lucien Callastre.

A Callastre.

Even if he wasn’t aware of the politics and rich kids, he still knew enough about the title, Callastre itself.

The royal family of the Cythos.

"G-Good morning, Your Highness." He slowly turned his head around and greeted Lucien with an awkward smile stretched over his face.

"Oh, not like that, William." Lucien teased him, "Why don’t you call me ’Lucien the tyrant’ instead?"

"Haha!" An awkward laugh exited his mouth, "You are very funny, Your Highness."

"Stop calling me that." Lucien cringed at hearing the title from William’s mouth, "We are in the Academy, and you’d address me as a fellow student, am I understood?"

"Ah, that makes sense," His tone changed immediately, as he pulled Lucien by dragging him from his shoulders like they were childhood friends.

Lucien was a bit taken aback, not expecting such insane turnover, but he realized that he was just taking his revenge for now.

"Take a look at that lady over there," William, not paying attention to Lucien, pointed out to a gorgeous brown-haired lady throwing tantrums around.

"What about her?" Lucien asked curiously.

"Her thighs–"

"Huh?"

"Her cries," William immediately covered his mouth, "You know why she is angry?"

Lucien, now interested in this gossip, asked, "Pray tell."

"She placed third in the sorcerer’s department, even though she expected to be the second-ranked instead." William clarified, as he continued staring at her.

"Then, who’s the second?" Lucien asked.

"Apparently, some commoner girls with virtually no background, Florence Duret."