Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Chapter 236: Who Is It?

The moment Roel stepped through the academy gates, he suddenly experienced an intense jolt that left him thinking momentarily that he had been struck by lightning.

It was a reaction stemming from the Origin Attribute deep within his body, resonating intensely with his bloodline. The commotion in the surroundings suddenly grew fainter and fainter, as if he was being forcefully pulled off to somewhere else.

Before he knew it, he found himself standing on the surface of a calm lake, water slowly rippling outward under his feet. He noticed that a blurred silhouette standing opposite to him not too far away with water rippling under their feet too.

The two sets of water ripples collided with one another and raised slight waves. It was also at this moment that the two of them raised their heads and exchanged gazes.

And just as abruptly as it started, this profound and enigmatic resonance suddenly came to an end. Roel was rudely jolted back into reality, and he found himself staring intently at a solemn white building.

???

Who is that? What in the world just...

Roel stood at the entrance of the academy with a stiffened body, his head completely blanked out. Many students had passed him by during this period of time, but he was still unable to snap out of his daze.

The Crown Origin Attribute is actually resonating with something... How is this possible?

Roel pondered this question with a look of disbelief on his face. It was not because he didn’t understand the significance of this resonance; on the contrary, it was precisely because he did that he found it incredulous.

The resonance of Origin Attributes was a statistically improbable event. It was a special reaction arising from two individuals possessing complementary Origin Attributes and bloodlines. Even with most transcendents choosing the Three Main Origin Attributes, cases of resonation were still extremely rare.

And Roel’s case was even more special than that. He wasn’t an adopter of the Three Main Origin Attribute; his Crown Origin Attribute was a unique one arising from the Ascart Bloodline. Theoretically speaking, considering that he was the sole successor of the Ascart House, it should be safe to say that he would never undergo a resonation effect in his entire life.

“... el. Roel. Roel?”

Roel suddenly heard Paul’s voice sounding next to him, bringing him out of his daze. He turned to the side, only to see that the latter had been blocked by a female student bearing the Purplerose insignia. Both Paul and the female student were staring at him.

Perhaps it was due to Roel’s good looks, the female student glanced at the insignia on his chest before her expression mellowed down a little. Then, she began speaking.

“Excuse me, do you know this person?”

“... Yes, I do.”

“He has forgotten to bring his insignia with him. According to the rules, I can’t allow him to enter the academy without the insignia. He would have to either have someone serve as a guarantor for his identity or head back to retrieve his insignia. Are you willing to guarantee his identity?”

???

Hm? Was there such a rule?

Roel was a little surprised to hear the female student’s words. He didn’t think that his presence would bring about such a change in the events.

In the game, the loner Paul didn’t know any of the other students, so he had no choice but to report his own name and cause a huge commotion. However, since Roel was with him now, Paul was more than happy to be spared the hassle.

“Roel, please! Help me this once, alright?”

Roel looked at the young man, who was pleading with him earnestly with his hands clasped together, with a bizarre look on his face.

Indeed. If we put aside the game and just look at this matter from Paul’s point of view, being restricted from entering the academy on the very first day is indeed quite a disaster. On top of that, while Paul is a prince of the Austine Empire, it didn’t change the fact that he was a scorned illegitimate son. He wouldn’t want to draw a crowd wherever possible.

Is this the butterfly effect? I didn’t think that I would unintentionally break Lilian’s event like this.

Under Paul’s pleading eyes, Roel finally gave a nod of consent. The two of them headed aside to fill up a registration form, and when the female student saw Paul’s family name, there was a clear change in her expression. However, with the procedures already completed, she had no choice but to grant them passage.

“Senior, may I ask what that building over there is used for?”

Roel pointed to the solemn white building he was staring at earlier when he snapped out of his daze as he asked the question. He wanted to seek some answers to the weird phenomenon he had just experienced. However, after learning of Paul’s identity, the female student’s attitude toward them had turned cold once again.

“... I’m not sure either.”

“I see.”

Roel turned his gaze back toward the white building as he considered heading there to take a look right away. However, he dropped the idea after a moment of contemplation. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to identify the person whom he had resonated with even if he were to rush there right now. He didn’t manage to see the other party’s face earlier on.

So, he shook his head and proceeded on. While the resonation had baffled him, he believed that it should happen a second time as long as he remained in this academy. For the time being, the entrance ceremony ought to take precedence.

“Thanks, Roel!”

After walking a distance later, Paul patted his chest with a relieved expression on his face, looking as if he had just escaped from a crisis.

“Hm? Ah, you’re welcome,” replied Roel distractedly.

Just like that, the two of them began heading toward the academy’s hall.

...

“... What’s with that earlier resonance?”

In a dimly lit room where the curtains were drawn, a black-haired young woman touched her own chest as she wondered with a bewildered frown. She walked over to the windowsill and gazed down at the academy gates with her amethyst eyes.

She was Lilian Ackermann, a princess of the Austine Empire. Sixteen this year, she had joined the Saint Freya Academy two years ago and was currently in the Third Grade. She was dubbed as the most talented individual the academy had over the past century. Even back at the massive empire, she was proclaimed as the Empire’s Pearl, the incarnation of perfection.

She had a perfect appearance, perfect capability, and perfect background. If one had to pick a flaw with this woman whose existence seemed to have been blessed by the gods, it would be her overly rational and astute mind that made her an extremely difficult person to get along with.

“The eyes of the princess seem to peer right into my soul.”

This was the evaluation made by the Austine Empire’s prime minister, a veteran who had been dabbling in politics for decades. His words also echoed the sentiments of many others too.

To most of Austine’s nobles, she was a quiet but mysterious, intelligent but cold individual. Most stood deferentially in her presence.

The only exception was the ignorant young noblemen of the Austine Empire, whose hormones overcame their fear as they attempted to get close to her. In the two years since she came of age, she had received cartloads worth of gifts, but the relentless courting from the bloodline purists did little to faze her heart.

It was as if she was born inherently cold, such that there was no way to break down her walls and walk into her heart.

But the truth was that she was still human, and she did have emotions too. Her current state was a good example as she looked out of the windows with her fists tightly clenched.

“... Who could it be?” murmured Lilian to herself as a rush of feelings surged into her heart.