First Day
The remainder of the day unfolded with Fero exploring the bustling kingdom, navigating its streets and alleys while acquainting himself with the array of shops and establishments it had to offer.
As dawn broke and the sun emerged, Fero readied himself for his first day of school in this unknown world.
Passing through the imposing gates, Fero stepped into the colossal edifice that loomed before him, reminiscent of a sprawling mall but dedicated to the pursuit of education. The sheer size of the building was awe-inspiring, its corridors stretching out like labyrinthine pathways.
As he traversed the vast hallway, Fero couldn't help but notice the eerie emptiness that pervaded the space. The absence of chatter, footsteps, and the usual bustle of students made Fero think he was late. Time seemed to stretch as he walked along, each step echoing in the cavernous expanse.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his searching gaze landed upon a small sign perched above a nondescript door: "107." Relief flooded through him as he realized he had reached his destination - his classroom.
Without hesitating, Fero pushed open the door and stepped inside, only to be greeted by a sea of curious stares
All eyes in the classroom fixated on Fero, their gazes a mix of curiosity and suspicion toward the unfamiliar face in their midst, while Fero stared at the Beautiful Woman with short dark greenish hair and a dark green dress.
The woman who appeared to be the teacher, her expression a blend of inquiry and authority, broke the silence with a simple yet pointed question: "Who are you?"
Undeterred by the scrutiny, Fero stood his ground near the doorway, meeting her gaze evenly. "I'm the new student," he responded, his tone steady and unwavering.
A reproachful sigh escaped the teacher's lips as she chastised him with a hint of sternness. "You're late," she stated bluntly.
Fero couldn't suppress a smirk at her comment. "Well, whose fault is it that you fucks still haven't managed to invent time?" he quipped, his tone dripping with irony.
The teacher's brow furrowed in confusion. "What...? Ahem, never mind," she quickly dismissed, clearing her throat to regain her composure. "Please, come to the front of the classroom and introduce yourself," she instructed, gesturing toward an empty space near her desk where Fero was to make his debut to his new peers.
With a nonchalant stride, Fero made his way toward the front of the classroom, his eyes scanning the varied faces of his new classmates. The room resembled more of a lecture hall found in universities, with students scattered across different levels, each absorbed in their own world.
"Yo, my name's Fero," he announced succinctly, his introduction lacking any embellishment or formality.
The teacher's response was less than impressed. "Is that it?" she exclaimed with a mixture of exasperation and disappointment, her sigh punctuating her frustration. She motioned for him to find a vacant seat, her gesture dismissive yet firm. "Find an empty seat and take a seat."
Without further ado, Fero shrugged indifferently. "Aight," he replied casually, turning to scan the room for an unoccupied spot.
As he ascended the stairs toward the elevated rows of desks, his progress was abruptly halted by an unexpected outcry. A student suddenly shot up from their seat, their finger trembling as it pointed accusingly at Fero.
"I-It's you!!" they exclaimed, their voice tinged with a mix of shock and recognition.
"Amelia?" Fero's surprise was evident in his voice, but it quickly gave way to a warm smile. "What's good, man? Let me sit beside you," he suggested, his tone casual as he made his way confidently to the top of the classroom.
The entire classroom seemed to collectively gasp in astonishment at the unexpected familiarity between Fero and Princess Amelia.
Beside Princess Amelia, a girl abruptly rose from her seat, her expression contorted with indignation. "How dare you call Princess by her name?!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with righteous anger.
Unfazed by the outburst, Fero simply ignored her protest and slid into the girl's seat. With a smirk playing on his lips, he glanced sideways at the irate girl and remarked, "Thanks for the seat~," his tone filled with sarcasm and mockery.
The girl's shrill voice pierced the air as she continued her tirade, her anger palpable.
Fero glanced over at Princess Amelia, a silent signal in his eyes. Without hesitation, she issued a command to her friend with a chilling edge to her tone. "Please sit somewhere else for this class," she instructed, her words carrying an unmistakable authority.
Reluctantly, the girl fell silent, her protest quelled as she begrudgingly complied with Princess Amelia's request. With a disgruntled huff, she shuffled away to find another seat, her annoyance evident in every step.
As the lesson resumed its usual pace, Fero couldn't help but notice a man with blond hair stealing glances in his direction. The repeated stares didn't escape Fero's notice, and he couldn't suppress a grin as a realization dawned on him.
"Oh," he thought to himself with amusement, "the usual guy who's jealous someone is taking away their princess. Cliché as fuck, but I like it." His grin widened as he entertained the thought, finding a sense of satisfaction in the familiar dynamics playing out before him.
The princess regarded Fero with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, her head propped up on her arm as she watched him passionately with a warm smile. "Why are you so joyful?" she inquired, her tone soft.
Fero's response was nonchalant as he flashed a mischievous grin. "Because it's a beautiful day," he replied casually, as he raised his middle finger directed at the blond guy.
The blond guy's patience seemed to wear thin at Fero's brazen display of insolence. With a sudden burst of anger, he rose from his seat, slamming his hands down on the table for emphasis. His voice resonated through the room with a noble accent as he pointed an accusatory finger at Fero. "That is it! I have had enough with you!" he declared, his frustration palpable.
Fero responded with mock innocence, his arms raised in exaggerated surrender. "Oh no, what shall I do now?" he quipped, his tone bubbling with sarcasm as he awaited the blond guy's next move.
The teacher's anger showed as she slammed her hand on her desk, her voice reverberating through the room with authority. "What is wrong? Explain yourself, Dickston," she demanded, her gaze shifting to the blond-haired student.
"Pfhhh." Fero burst out with a scoff as soon as he heard the man's name.
Dickston wasted no time in airing his grievances, gesturing emphatically as he recounted his version of events. "This new guy has been staring at me this whole time and showing me his middle finger! It's irritating me," he complained, mimicking the gesture Fero had directed at him at the teacher.
Once more, Fero found himself overcome with laughter as he witnessed another student daringly raise their middle finger.
The teacher looked up at Fero and asked, "Fero, why are you staring at him and showing him your middle finger? Can you please stop?" she pleaded, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and resignation.
Fero's response was casual, his laughter subsiding as he shrugged in acknowledgment. "Aight, my bad," he conceded, his tone lacking any genuine remorse as he complied with the teacher's request.
As the class finally drew to a close after what felt like an eternity, the long-awaited break time arrived.
Fero wandered aimlessly through the sprawling corridors of the massive school, with Princess Amelia trailing behind him like a loyal pet alongside her friends.
As the girls conversed in hushed tones beside Princess Amelia, their curiosity piqued by the enigmatic figure of Fero, one of them couldn't help but voice her query. "Who is this man?" she whispered to Amelia, her curiosity evident in her tone.
Amelia's response was tinged with a hint of mystery and longing. "I do not know," she admitted softly. "He suddenly appeared in my life one day, and since then, my thoughts have been consumed by him."
The incredulity of the situation wasn't lost on the other girl, who interjected with a hint of disbelief. "Is your majesty seriously so interested in such a commoner?" she questioned, unable to fathom Amelia's fascination with someone outside of their noble circles.
Amelia's gaze remained fixed on Fero's retreating figure, her voice warm as she defended her feelings. "Yes, as much as he appeared as a commoner, he is far above it," she asserted firmly. "I dare say he's above nobility. Such a man never existed yet my heart says otherwise."
Meanwhile, as the girls continued their discussion behind him, Fero abruptly halted his tracks
The girls approached him, only to find Dickston standing defiantly in his path, his face contorted with rage. "You have enraged me, commoner!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the corridor.
"Okay? The fuck you want me to do about it," Fero said, towering Dickston.
"Arghhh. After school ends, you and I shall duel! The winner shall win Princess Amelia's love!" he proclaimed passionately, his eyes ablaze with determination.
Fero's response was succinct yet firm. "No," he stated bluntly, his refusal echoing through the now-silent corridor as a crowd began to gather around them, sensing the tension in the air. "Besides, since when are woman objects?
"You imbecile! You have no right to refuse a count! We shall figh-" Dickston's tirade was abruptly cut short as Fero delivered a resounding backhand slap, sending him flying through the window with a sound akin to a pistol shot, "Get the fuck out of my way, lil bro,"
The onlookers stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief as they witnessed the unthinkable - a count being smacked away like a mere fly.
Fero glanced back at the crowd, his expression unreadable as he addressed them with casual indifference. "Fucking dumbasses." he remarked, flicking his hand from the head produced from the slap before strolling away as if nothing had happened, leaving behind a stunned and speechless audience...
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