Chapter 137: Chapter 34. Memorial Table

Walking through the corridors of the Royal Academy, Razor felt both nostalgia and excitement at the same time. The place seemed so familiar, and at the same time… Distant.

The second prince couldn't explain why. But one thing he did know was that this was where it all began. And, in all likelihood, it would end here.

As he walked to the headmaster's office, he had time to go over the same question in his head a thousand times. And finally convinced, I sighed, grasping the door handle firmly.

The director was alone in the office. An unassuming man with a pale face that Razor had not seen in three years. He was signing some papers, but looked up sharply when he heard extraneous sounds.

— Hello, Mr. Parkins.

The second prince said a polite hello and closed the door behind him.

When the headmaster saw him he went white as a sheet.

— Your Highness! — He got up from the table at once, what are you doing here?