Godslayer's Legend

77  Its Story time

It didn't take long for Arthur to explain the full situation to Layla, he also told her about his plans for the day.

By the time the both of them had arrived at the school block, he was already done.

Before he entered the building, he checked the inter-spatial ring that Cattleya gave him last night. He had asked her for a teleportation artifact but she gave him the entire ring that was filled with almost a hundred different artifacts. A few of them were teleportation artifacts so he picked the fastest and most efficient. It was one that teleported the target or targets to a predetermined location.

He marked the main arena of the second-year A-class facilities building. This was where he planned to drag his target.

Some students who were free were also staking out the arena and when they saw him come over there and do something with an artifact, they assumed he was preparing for the day's event.

He pushed open the doors of the school building to the point where they banged on the walls, causing a lot of eyes to turn towards him due to the loud noise.

"Good morning everyone, beautiful day isn't it?"

Along with that greeting, he strolled into the hallway with a relaxed gait.

"Good morning Prince Arthur."

"Morning Tris, just call me Arthur. Nice hairstyle by the way, ponytail fits you best."

Tris, whose greeting was replied and complimented, had her cheeks turn red. This earned her some glares from the surrounding girls who began to take the initiative to greet Arthur.

Arthur smiled and responded to most of their greetings. He also greeted the guys too, mostly the ones he usually hung out with.

"Sup Jack. Is that the jacket you talked about?"

"Yep, just arrived this morning."

"Cool stuff bro."

"Thanks"

He fist-bumped Jack and the other guys around him before moving on to the next group.

"Oh my Patty, you just keep looking prettier every day. Purple contacts? Beautiful!"

"T-thanks."

Arthur smiled at her before moving on to the next. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Sandra!"

"Wonderful morning isn't it your highness?"

"Not as wonderful as you are."

"Oh, you flatter me."

He leaned closer to Sandra and whispered in her ear.

"Honestly, you're the prettiest I've seen all morning. Don't tell the others, they might get jealous."

She chuckled lightly in response, and Arthur patted her head lightly. Looking around, he saw a couple in a corner.

To be more specific, the guy had just asked out the girl and she agreed. Arthur walked up to him and placed a hand around his shoulders.

"Jon! Did she agree?"

"Yeah" As Jon responded with a light nod, Arthur gave a short applause, the girl blushed lightly as Arthur's presence gathered attention.

"Smooth bro, real smooth"

Jon just chuckled in response and Arthur congratulated him once more before leaving.

He encountered his class's form teacher on his way to his classroom, grinning mischievously, he called out to her.

"Morning Ma', you're sporting the blue suit today. Blue framed glasses too, with how gorgeous you look, Sir Erwick would definitely ask you out."

"H-huh?"

She was visibly confused at Arthur's words, then upon realizing that her crush on another one of the teachers was just exposed by Arthur, she flushed red in embarrassment.

"Yep, our form teacher's definitely the cutest."

"H-hey!"

Arthur dodged the hand that threatened to grab him and ran over to his class.

The moment he entered, he spoke in a loud voice purposely, so the form teacher who was not far behind could hear.

"Hey, guys! Who else agrees with me that Ms. Oka is the prettiest teacher in our year?"

Immediately he said that, there was a slight uproar in the class as the students began either answering or arguing about who was better among themselves.

"I agree!"

"Me too!"

"Nahh, Ms. Tica is the best."

"I'm on team Oka."

"Team Oka Rules!"

Arthur laughed and spoke again before the teacher who had arrived behind him, could stop him.

"If that's the case, who agrees with me that we have to protect our cute Ms. Oka from the wolves that are the Male teachers?"

And weirdly enough, despite their clashing opinions before, there was a unanimous agreement.

As she walked into the class, the students began cheering for her.

Arthur who had been captured by Ms. Oka and had his mouth sealed with magic also jumped up to cheer.

  In the end, they kept on cheering until they received a noise complaint from the next class over.

"Now can we finally start the class?"

The pouting Ms Oka asked and the students all nodded in affirmation unanimously. She was one of the younger and friendlier teachers so a lot of students liked her.

She was also one of the few teachers that Arthur did not frustrate to the point of making them want to quit their jobs like the others.

And so the Wednesday morning began on a joyful note.

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Lunch break was a one-hour period before the last two classes of the day. As Arthur's class A did not have any classes during the period before the break, they had two hours free.

It was at this time Arthur decided to begin his agenda for the day.

He walked out of his class silently, not many noticed him as most were either on their phones and other devices or chatting with their groups of friends.

A few were not in the class as they went to other places to enjoy themselves.

Arthur went over to the lounge and tea room on his floor. Entering inside, there were a few students from his class, along with others who had free periods.

He waved at them and ordered a drink before going over to take a seat opposite one of the students who was seated alone.

A quiet-looking boy with black hair and bangs that covered most of his face.

He tilted his head seeing Arthur sit in front of him, but Arthur just smiled at him in silence. He then brought out his phone and took a picture of the tearoom, captioning it 'Its Story time'. He uploaded the picture on his social media.

After finishing most of his drink, he began speaking. The lounge was usually quiet as most people talked in whispers so Arthur's voice attracted their attention.

"Once upon a time. There was a boy.

He grew up as the son of a noble, he received praises from all those around him for as far as he remembered due to his genius intellect and extraordinary talent.

However, one day, he was defeated in a spar by a seemingly average noble boy, and since then his parents criticized him daily for his loss. They had always felt inferior to the parents of the seemingly average noble boy, as their son lost to him, they felt even more ashamed and took out their anger on the poor boy. He ended up growing up to be a warped person. He inherited his parent's inferiority complex and always tried to prove he was superior to the other boy, only to fail time and time again. In the end, his inferiority turned into hatred.

Eventually, his parents retired and gave the title to him. As a noble with a title, he had the responsibility of marrying and producing heirs to further his bloodline.

He was engaged to one of the most sought-after women of his generation and eventually married her. She also had a status similar to his so she was perfect to be his wife.

To show off and brag to the target of his hatred, he had a wedding as luxurious as possible and showed off his wife almost everywhere he went.

However, to his shock, the one he tried to show off to, not only gained a new title that was higher than his but also married a lady of higher status.

This increased his hatred and his inferiority. Like his parents, he ended up passing his inferiority complex down to his children.

He had four sons and they all tried to surpass the children of the man who was the target of their father's hatred.

The first son, praised for his superior swordsmanship challenged the man's son but lost miserably. The second son praised for his superior magic ability, challenged the man's son but also lost even more miserably.

As for the third and fourth, they simply gave up without even trying. The third became silk pants and the fourth was thinking of following in his footsteps.

The first and second received a harsh scolding from their father, even more so when it was revealed that the one they lost to, wasn't even serious about swordsmanship or magic.

He was more interested in alchemy and only trained in swordsmanship and magic as a pastime.

Quite sad don't you think?"

He paused his storytelling and had another drink. Looking around he saw that most of the people in the lounge, even those who came in later were silently urging him to continue with his eyes.

Arthur laughed lightly and asked the boy in front of him.

"Should I continue?"

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

_michael