The Exalted Prince Lives Again-Chapter 46: Nancy Richter

"Florence Duret."

Lucien was surprised, but recovered before she could notice his surprise.

He nodded.

He expected her to be Top 5, but her being the second-ranked sorcerer was still a surprise for him.

The rest of the journey up was pretty quiet and even somewhat awkward.

Ding!

Lucien stepped out, and so did Florence.

’We are neighbors?’ Lucien dreaded the thought, ’I hope we can continue ignoring each other.’

Lucien could tell that, for whatever bizarre reasons, Florence didn’t like him at all.

Maybe it was because he stared at her for the whole 2 seconds?

He didn’t know.

Shrugging, he hovered his card over a similar machine to the entrance’s.

Fwish!

The door opened, and he entered his assigned room.

Lavish and comfortable bed, huge table made up of exotic wood, and a computer provided by the Academy itself.

It was rather minimalist, but comfortable enough.

Every cadet got a personal bedroom, an attached bathroom, and a small kitchen for themselves, with all the basic amenities.

The Elite dorms even had people serving food in their own rooms.

The facilities got worse as the ranks dropped, as Cadets below rank 10 didn’t get the food service, and had to either go to the dorm cafeteria, or cook in their kitchens.

Cadets below rank 50 didn’t have access to personal kitchens or attached personal bathrooms.

And Cadets below rank 100 didn’t even have personal bedrooms, having to share them with others.

It wasn’t much, but it made people of the lower ranks jealous.

It was aimed to motivate people to do better, and it seemed to work, too.

’I guess the only privilege I lost is rather minimal.’

He got such a nice bed, and just like everyone, had access to training rooms.

What more could one even want?

His stuff was also transferred to his room already.

It was just noon right now, and he wasn’t sleepy at all.

He wanted to train, but classes started tomorrow.

He had to rot in his room all day, now, that’s why he chose the better thing to do.

Surf the internet to gain information about the students he saw today.

’Sigh!’

...

August 8th, 1513; 06:50 hrs;

"Hello, Lucien?" The phone’s speaker vocalized, "Where are you? The class is about to start."

"I..." Lucien looked around. "I don’t know."

He said hesitantly.

"What?" William shouted into the phone, "What does that even mean?"

"I said I cannot follow the directions in this device," Lucien admitted.

"..."

"Hurry up!" Lucien broke the silence.

"Alright, stay on the phone, I will guide you."

William decided not to say anything right now, but rather to guide him.

"Look around, and tell me if you see any sign?"

Lucien nodded to the voice call, looking around in a hurry. "It says MAGC 302."

"How did you– Leave it. Just follow as I say."

From then on, William guided him with the help of the maps.

Just 2 minutes were left, and Lucien finally reached the main building.

He and William were in the same class, and according to him, the class was on the 4th floor.

He could only hope that he makes it fast enough.

Scanning the ID he received in his room beforehand, he went inside the building.

"Lucien Callastre." He heard a high-pitched, smooth voice call him from behind.

He turned around and saw a pretty woman with full blond hair tied in a proper bun.

Her eyes were like whiskey, intoxicating, and her face had light makeup that made her look stunning.

She had donned a professional suit, and her expressions were also solemn.

Lucien knew who she was.

How could he not?

"Good morning, Professor." He greeted.

She was his class’s professor, Miss. Nancy Richter.

"Good morning, cadet, why are you not in class yet?" She asked in a professional tone.

"I lost my way here, professor." He answered truthfully, "So, I had someone guide me here."

Miss Nancy nodded and added in a stern tone, "You were barely on time, but be careful next time. Follow me now."

Lucien nodded and started following her behind to the class.

Her perfume was strong, and it made Lucien uncomfortable to walk behind, but he couldn’t complain.

"Take the stairs, and I would take the elevators." She gave him a strange order and added, "If I reach the class before you, you will be marked late."

’What a strange woman.’ He grumbled, but nodded. "I understand."

He sprinted up and in no time, he reached the assigned class.

1{A}.

Lucien entered, and the class went silent.

They were all expecting the professor, but Lucien was equally as attention-grabbing.

The Prince they had only ever seen once, and the second-rank holder in the warrior class.

He wasn’t bad-looking either.

Certainly a sight to see.

Not wanting to be the center of attention, Lucien quickly spotted William.

He stepped inside, and his steps suddenly halted.

He looked at William’s seat, and he noticed that he wasn’t alone.

The class had individual seats, and William was sitting in the 3rd row.

The seat left to him was empty, but the one left to the empty seat was occupied by someone rather interesting.

Mirae Kynth.

Lucien, hearing heels tapping behind, quickly entered the room, not wanting to face Miss Nancy again.

He took up his empty seat, and every gaze that was on him was immediately redirected to the pretty woman who had arrived.

Everyone stood up as a gesture of respect towards the professor.

This wasn’t mandatory, but rather an unspoken rule.

She nodded to acknowledge them and kept her documents on her desk.

Gulp!

Lucien heard a quiet gulp from his right, and he immediately realized what it was.

The second coming of the pervert Lucien, William.

He must have noticed her mature curves and ’features’.

’No wonder he had no friends even with his strength and extroversion.’

He wanted to facepalm, but decided to ignore him.

"Good morning, class." She greeted, "My name is Nancy Richter, the professor assigned for class 1A."

"I am in charge of the mandatory class, SPIR 102, which is about Spirit Theory and History. Any question?"

She scanned the room like a hawk.

Nobody raised their hands for a moment, but then, a hand rose.

A red-haired, amber-eyed individual.

"Professor, do you have a make-up channel on MeTube?"