St. Aetherwing Magic Academy, the absolute pride of the empire and the pinnacle of the Silva continent, was always regarded as the holy land coveted by all mages.
At this moment, right in the vast marble-paved courtyard of the aristocratic school, a spectacle was being completely surrounded by a crowd.
"Tsk, carrying the direct bloodline of the illustrious Duke Valensidra family, yet awakening the most garbage Covenant."
"Truly a natural-born trash."
"Isn’t that right? Relying on being the Duke’s only son to act arrogant and domineering everywhere, getting his engagement broken off right in broad daylight like this is pure karma!"
The midsummer wind, swirling with stifling heat, blew through the tree canopies, creating an annoying rustling sound.
In the middle of the encirclement, the young man with disheveled red hair was keeping his head down. His entire body was motionless, swallowed up amidst the contemptuous gazes and whispering gossip, so quiet that it seemed his life force had completely extinguished.
"Jeremy, the engagement between us officially ends here! I hope you will be a bit more sensible from now on and stop clinging to me."
The exact moment Jeremy’s consciousness regained clarity, what entered his ears was that cold, thorny voice.
Jeremy frowned, slowly raising his eyes to look toward the source of the sound.
In front of Jeremy was a shaggy blond-haired young man in the academy’s black uniform. As soon as the arrogant facial features of the other party caught Jeremy’s sight, a massive surge of memories belonging to the original owner of this body suddenly burst open, flooding straight into Jeremy’s brain like a rolling tide.
The corner of Jeremy’s lips twitched up into a subtle angle.
Impressive, have modern book transmigration methods been upgraded to this extent?
Sleeping soundly at home one second, and dragged straight into a classic broken engagement scene the next. Furthermore, Jeremy had landed right in the role of the cannon fodder villain about to be slapped in the face.
Seeing Jeremy just standing motionless looking at him, the blond youth frowned, his tone becoming even harsher: "How does the Duke’s etiquette teacher do their job? Or has being judged as trash completely ruined your brain? You don’t even know how to give a basic response?"
Jeremy already felt a splitting headache from the newly infiltrated memories, and the surrounding noise pushed Jeremy’s patience to rock bottom.
Jeremy raised his hand, his slender fingers lightly pressing against his continuously throbbing temples, and a deep, cold voice rang out clearly: "Classmate Amber, can you shut your mouth? It is really noisy."
The moment the sentence was uttered, the surrounding space suddenly fell into a dead silence.
All eyes simultaneously zeroed in on Jeremy. They stared at him, their gazes no different from looking at a lunatic.
"Ah, I almost forgot..." Under hundreds of scrutinizing gazes, Jeremy did not reveal a single trace of embarrassment. Jeremy dropped his hand, casting his gaze downwards to slowly assess the youth in front of him from top to bottom in an extremely disdainful manner.
The corner of his lips curled into a sarcastic smile: "My family’s education is only for humans. As for a half-human, half-beast with low moral character like you, you do not deserve any respect. Isn’t that the most basic courtesy?"
The neatly trimmed ruby-red hair swayed gently in the wind, revealing a high forehead and a tall, slender, perfectly straight posture. Jeremy’s face possessed the refined yet sharp contours of high nobility, with a light brown mole accentuating the corner of his eye. His amber phoenix eyes were now completely still, coldly sharp like a dagger’s blade.
Instead of his usual weak, infatuated, and crazy demeanor, the aura around Jeremy right now was left with only an effortlessly oppressive arrogance.
This sudden transformation caused the surrounding crowd to start buzzing. They looked at each other and whispered, excitedly anticipating a fiercer clash.
As the dignified Crown Prince of the empire, Amber had never had to endure such a blatant humiliation right in front of the public.
The pressure around Amber plummeted, and fiery red magic power began to stir and surge beneath Amber’s palms. The gaze Amber directed at Jeremy instantly shifted from contempt to cold murderous intent: "Are you truly insane, or are you so tired of living that you want to seek death?"
Magical flames crackled in Amber’s palms. The friend standing next to Amber changed his expression, hastily stepping forward to tightly grab Amber’s arm, pulling it down and reminding him in a voice just loud enough to hear: "Your Highness, calm down! Today is the first day of enrollment; if we get physical, the disciplinary committee will penalize us heavily!"
Another person also hurriedly stepped up to chime in: "That’s right, Your Highness, why stoop to the level of someone with mental issues? He is just a piece of trash left behind, being expelled from St. Aetherwing Academy is only a matter of time."
Article 1692 of the academy’s rules stipulated very clearly: All forms of private fighting outside the designated arena area are strictly prohibited. Violators, regardless of who is right or wrong, will both be penalized.
Whoever strikes first, if the circumstances are severe, will be forcefully expelled immediately, and even for members of the royal family, there are absolutely no exceptions.
Under the fierce dissuasion of his friends, Amber took a deep breath, the muscles in his arms gradually relaxing, forced to retract the magic power that was on the verge of erupting.
Amber threw Jeremy a cold glare, his lips curling in mockery: "A piece of trash who awakened the lowest rank Covenant only knows how to use a glib tongue to hide his pathetic nature. I hope that when the freshmen ranking competition arrives in a month, you can still stand tall and arrogant like you are right now."
"For someone whose intelligence is on par with a low-level Slime like you, I also wish you can forever maintain that bad luck." Jeremy casually raised a single finger in front of Amber, an extremely provocative gesture: "As for the broken engagement, I completely agree. This nauseating dark history officially ends right here. Did you hear me clearly, idiot?"
Without giving Amber even a second to react, Jeremy turned around, taking long strides away from the crowd’s encirclement.
Jeremy’s straight back gradually disappeared behind the quartz stone corridors, leaving Amber standing there with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He... actually dared to agree to break off the engagement so decisively?
Amber sneered inwardly. Playing hard to get, wanting to attract Amber’s attention by pretending not to care? Such a clumsily ridiculous and cheap trick.
Amber forcefully flicked the hem of his black cloak, leading his entourage to walk in the opposite direction.
The students who witnessed the entire incident turned to look at each other in bewilderment.
A long while later, someone finally spoke up stealthily: "Could it be that the shock of awakening a low-level Covenant made him unable to accept reality, causing his mind to break? To actually dare to speak to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince with that attitude?"
"He must be truly insane... But thinking back on it, the Duke’s young master’s temper was already abnormal enough before."
"..." The people around fell silent, completely unable to find a reason to refute it.