9 Worth

With the delay in the reply of his correspondence, the 'blessed' prince quickly looked for a distraction. Easily finding it in his classes. They may not provide a proper challenge, but it is always interesting to see what other teachers focus on. What the 'best' teachers always find to be of the most importance.

Call it a basic study on the human mind.

Amir finds entertainment in the musings of how the teachers are already in awe of him. How they already look at him as though he were their king. Not seeing the student that they are supposed to teach.

Perhaps he should take ownership for the problem as well. Seeing as he didn't bother to hide his skills, Amir would naturally be treated in higher regard.

Amir didn't have to put his hand up to answer any questions, however, if there were no other students the teachers would automatically turn towards him.

The students could not fault the prince as they, being the students of Class A knew the importance of their rank, and knew that with the knowledgable answers the prince gave, they were sure to get a good mark on any test.

"Mr Egon, could you please show to the class the correct magical circle?"

"Of course."

Amir stood and walked to the front of the class, away from any students of furniture that could get in the way.

With a flick of his wrist a magically powerful circle formed into perfection. Even the people at the back of class could feel all the finely controlled pure power that went into the creation of the simple magic.

"Now, will Mr Egon please demonstrate the properties of this circle?"

"Of course Mrs Quent."

Without a word towards his captivated students, the first prince moved his arm, hand going into a wide arch around the entirety of the circle and opening what lays inside.

There was nothing for a second, before everything, from the books, to desks, to students rose. They clung onto for dear life as they were lifted into the high ceiling, the girls being especially embarrassed as their skirts moved in rather compromising positions.

Before anyone could rise any higher, the teacher reversed the spell. Her and Amir being the only ones completely unruffled from their brief rise.

"Mr Egon we talked about this. You cannot be putting so much magic into these things. They may be non-lethal but they can quickly become dangerous with such an attitude."

"I put in a quarter compared to last time."

The teacher's answer was only as emotionless as his own, "it is understandable, but please lessen it again in the future. Go take your seat, Mr Egon."

Hearing the clear dismissal, Amir went back to his seat without complaint. Not paying any mind to the new mess of books on his desk, quickly stacking them up and unfolding any creases, Amir handed them back to the person behind him. The only person in his class that was preferred the older study books to the new ones.

"Here, Izziac."

"Oh. thanks, Amir."

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The prince was well-educated and has spent his life in his castle, with even sword training being done in a specially located room, preferred to the grounds outside, reserved for knights that sleep in the building adjacent to the castle.

As a child, Amir would want the training in interest, memorizing their techniques, and the strange ways that their magic strengthened their muscles. The knights of the castle were truly interesting.

Amir was trained with a sword, with specialized tests being conducted by Mr Seid. The head knight. He was his family's pride and joy, their gift for success. He was their war deterrent.

With him properly trained and kept with their walls, he was conditioned to love and support only his kingdom. His parents loved him, of course. However, times were tough and they could not afford their largest asset to go rogue.

Such is the unfortunate truth.

Their kingdom over their child. Amir's parents are good rulers in that way. Unfortunately not the best parents. No matter what Sigel thought.

The blue cage hanging around his neck was simply a new reminder of that.

"Oi!"

A smack on his head led him to look up from where he had been methodically filling his leather satchel. Magical understanding is always interesting, however lately he has been in his thoughts a lot.

"Are you okay? The country will fall to ruin if their oh-so-great, amazingly powerful, and handsome prince fell sick with illness and died without telling anyone."

"I'm not sick, Izziac."

"Oh really? I couldn't tell with a dispassionate voice such as yours."

This sarcastic and slightly comical, almost-teen by the prince's side is Izziac Gunther. A child of a minor Baron who is surprisingly much-loved by their neighborhood.

They do not explicitly participate in any rare charities, however, Izziac's mother is supposedly very kind, his father also much the same.

Izziac seems to find the subjects of his parent's kindness enjoyable, however, he does not participate to such an extent.

He is not a necessarily cruel child, but he does wish to succeed his father and has been praised as a prodigy for his hard work. Izziac had come to Liber Academy with the thought of beating all those of his year in every subject. As his family is not the most wealthy and lives far away, he was labelled as a country bumpkin. Unable to succeed in anything.

Children are quite harsh, however, the cockiness that exuded from the child the day that their rankings were presented was quite large.

He had come second to only the prince. At first, this had annoyed him, however, he understood that the future king was not one to be underestimated, and without having such skill the nation would be in a crisis.

Specifically small countries like his. So he stuck around and observed from a distance. Trying to understand the person that his parents had spoken so highly of.

Izziac had found such fawning to be ridiculous as they had never met him. Only heard of his potential, and quickly latched only it as though it was the only thing that mattered.

The baron's child had never found his parents to be particularly materialistic, however, if ever asked on the pride they held for their possessions he would hesitate to answer without saying that their most happy possession was their kingdom's crown prince.