Useless

Inside Edward's room, he had laid down and was now looking at Litty floating above his head.

"What are you doing?" Edward asked.

"Tomorrow, classes will start, right? And I was thinking, considering your way of life, you'll try to stay among the last in the class, huh? So..." Before Litty could continue speaking, Edward covered her mouth with the tip of his index finger.

"I won't be one of the worst or the best. They always attract attention, and I don't want that. Besides, it would harm my image as my father's successor, right?" Edward spoke, removing his finger with a mischievous smile.

"Hmmm... you have more brains than I thought, but it makes sense, considering you scored a 7 on the potential test and not a 6, which would be mediocre," Litty said, sitting on Edward's forehead with her hand on her chin.

"Now that you understand, get off, okay? I'm not a bed for you to stay on top of," Edward said, flicking Litty's back, launching her away.

"I've told you I'm not a fly, so stop doing that to me!" Litty shouted, turning furiously to Edward, but he had already fallen asleep.

"How is it possible for someone to fall asleep so quickly?" Litty spoke incredulously, blinking several times.

Thus, the night passed without any problems, and the next day arrived.

"Craw! Craw! Everyone wake up! Classes will start today!" shouted a transparent crow spirit in the middle of each student's room before disappearing.

"Waaaa... I've never slept so well." Litty, saying this, got up and sat on Edward's back. She rubbed her eyes and looked over at Edward, who was deeply asleep. "It's not possible. How can you sleep with that crow screaming?"

Litty got up, moving her right arm with a sleepy expression. "It's time to wake up this rock."

Minutes later, Litty was sitting on the bed with crossed legs, staring at Edward. "Hmm... Hmm... You actually look handsome in this uniform."

Edward was dressed in a white, long-sleeved shirt with a loosely tied black tie. He wore a gray blazer with red details, and his pants were a deep blue.

"You're right; it must be because of my noble family. My genes are beautiful," Edward said, adjusting the blazer sleeve.

After leaving his room, Edward didn't know, but he was about to be surprised by an incident that would make him reconsider the way he had planned to live.

"Edward... are you sure this guy is really the protagonist?" Litty spoke, looking completely pale; if a breeze hit her, she might turn to dust.

"After what happened yesterday, I have no doubts..." Edward, with his hand on his face, hid the expression of discouragement, and his soul felt like it was almost leaving his body.

"Then why the hell is he sprawled on the floor?" Litty pointed to Michael with her head touching the ground, while the boy, holding a wooden sword a few meters away from him, was paralyzed, and his mind seemed to have fried from too much thinking.