The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1263 - 373: The Paper That Shook the Mage Tower! (Part 4)

'Why tolerate that guy?'

'Can you really accept it? An outsider, effortlessly rising to the same position as you, and maybe... replacing you.'

Shut up!

Arist's expression twisted for a moment, roaring in his heart, momentarily scaring away the murmuring voice.

Skein bowed his head fearfully, not daring to look at the professor's expression, just respectfully inquiring, "Professor, do you need me to create some opportunities for you?"

Arist waved his hand in annoyance.

"No need. Just continue to be the eyes I planted beside him."

As he spoke, his gaze became extremely sharp, continuing to command in a cold and indisputable tone.

"... However, I want you to remember, from now on, report every little thing about Prince Colin to me! Even if he ate an extra piece of bread or drank an extra glass of water in the cafeteria, I want to know!"

Skein felt a chill in his heart.

He understood that this professor, who had always been in the shadows, was finally going to intervene personally.

But the problem is...

That prince hasn't even eaten in the cafeteria?

Feeling that irresistible pressure, Skein ultimately didn't dare to go against the professor who was in a temper, only replying stiffly.

"Yes... Professor."

Arist waved his hand in annoyance.

"Leave."

Skein hastily withdrew.

When the Meditation Room door closed, his back was already drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just crawled out of a cage containing a fierce beast.

For some reason, he felt that Professor Arist seemed even more terrifying today, those glaring eyes looked as if they were going to devour him.

And what frightened him more was that there seemed to be more than one pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness, yet he didn't know where the other pair was hiding...

...

Days after the paper's publication, the outstanding academic results of the "440th Void Realm" caused a storm, not only shaking the professors researching the Void Realm but also completely reversing Master Colin's reputation in the Academic State.

In the corridor outside the classroom, the magic apprentices walked together, whispering excitedly.

"I knew it! That prince must have been fully prepared to do that!"

"As expected of a prince from the Empire, such boldness is truly remarkable!"

"But I heard he came from the Gana Continent..."

"Not important! That must be Empire territory too!"

"Speaking of which, did you see the conclusion of the paper? Guiding civilization's evolution to promote Source Power accumulation! It's simply a stroke of genius!"

"I always said he's not an ordinary person, and you didn't believe me..."

Not only did the renowned prince's reputation reverse, but so did the unremarkable Kurs's.

Previously ridiculing the prince in the library, he overnight became the clown in other mages' mouths.

What could he do? His voice was too loud at the time!

Especially in a quiet library, especially when this guy sharply criticized the unattainable prince himself...

But after all, he wasn't a famous guy, so after being mocked by everyone for a couple of sentences, this clown was forgotten.

However, Kurs couldn't get over this hurdle.

He began to be sensitive and suspicious, always feeling that all the whispers around were mocking his ignorance and superficiality, despite no one actually remembering who he was.

In this ongoing internal conflict, he endured self-torment daily, regretting his hasty words at the time.

Especially when he realized that the girl he loved wasn't sulking, but simply stopped paying attention to him!

One blow after another left him completely flustered, feeling like a thousand ants were crawling in his heart, an unbearable itch!

He couldn't wait any longer—

Finally, Kurs lost patience and decided to act before that demon could reach out to his goddess!

Though just a few days ago, his plan was to wait until the prince got bored in the Academic State and his goddess was heartbroken, then make a move...

Kurs mustered all his courage, bought a bouquet of extremely rare red roses from a merchant on Artisan Street, and at the moment Master Colin announced the end of class, blocked Ilana as she prepared to leave the classroom, saying loudly in front of everyone.

"Ilana, please forgive me!"

Unexpectedly, a gasp spread around, many young guys and girls blushed, then curiously whispered and watched.

What's going on?

Is there a story?

The top students of the Academic State aren't devoid of interest; on the contrary, living in an icy wasteland, they're far more repressed than the young adults at the Holy City Royal Art Academy.

This dull life desperately needs a bit of gossip to spice things up, after all, people tend to crave what's lacking.

Kurs felt a sense of pride, believing himself to be extremely clever, with everyone watching, Ilana should be blushing with shyness.

He just needed to show a thick-skinned side and seize the victory—

But when he looked up, he saw an unexpected face. That serene face had no human emotion, cold as the snowstorm outside the Mage Tower.

Though this girl didn't usually show much emotion, she had never appeared this indifferent.

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Ilana said not a word, silently turned around, and left through another door of the classroom.

Unlike the gossip-loving apprentices, she had no interest in knowing the follow-up to this story.

Holding the expensive roses, Kurs stood frozen, feeling all his dignity shattered, his heart full of despair.

The surrounding crowd exchanged glances, realizing that this was merely his one-sided wish, awkwardly moving away.

Before long, only Kurs was left in the classroom.

He couldn't even remember how he left the classroom, wandering like a ghost on the snowy plain.

Just then, he heard a group of passing apprentices discussing, and the subject of their discussion was none other than the recently departed Ilana.

"That person who just passed was Ilana, right? I heard a senior mention her, apparently, she's now Prince Colin's most capable assistant!"

"Oh, I'm so envious..."

"Don't be envious; she does have some skills. I heard she's the only apprentice in Prince Colin's laboratory who mastered the master's true teachings! It's something about calculus..."

"Unbelievable... How did she learn that? I can't even understand when I hear it..."

The whispered voices felt like a poison needle, piercing Kurs's heart painfully.

Overwhelmed by jealousy, he could no longer bear it, bitterly interjecting at the gossiping students.

"What's so special... Do you think Prince Colin handed that thing to her because he valued her abilities?"

The corridor went silent for a brief moment.

The apprentices looked at this suddenly interfering senior, not knowing why he was upset, nor understanding why his face was filled with jealous anger.

"... What are you talking about?"

A young apprentice looked at him confusedly, while another apprentice beside him said more directly.

"'Calculus' was something Prince Colin talked about in his science class, wasn't it? We all know about it."

Kurs was dumbfounded.

It was publicly... discussed?

But clearly, he was in that class too, yet he has no memory of it?!

When did he talk about it?!

Several magic apprentices exchanged glances, ignoring this baffling guy, and walked away quickly.