Artsy Classroom

At the edge of the eastern part of the Academy, lies our classroom, Class 1 Building. It's 2 stories tall with a variety of facilities included in its many rooms.

On the very front we have the classroom, or should I say, Lecture Hall. Near it, there's an Arsenal for our group, and behind it is a Gymnasium along with a Swimming Pool.

On the second floor, we have a Dorm, which its purpose is to be an emergency sleeping room in case we need to spend overnight at the Academy. Beside it, there's a Recreation Room. We can decore it however we wanted and put a bunch of games like poker table or pinball and stuff.

Last but not least, is the Library, a mini one though. The Academy has its own gigantic library, with thousands if not millions of books comfortably living there. Not just that though, the best part about this library is it also contains many books written by the God of Death, you'll see why it's such a blessing when you know Him more.

From what I know, this building will be ours for the next 4 years of our study at the Academy. Guild always emphasizes freedom for their members so it's pretty much meant to become our second home. Build a haven if we must.

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When Anna and I arrived, the classroom door was already open wide. Even from outside, we can already see its heavily crafted wooden floor.

It has no window however, yet the light crystal-powered lamps on its ceiling shine brighter than the blessed full moon, and the bluish texture created by it just enhances the artistic atmosphere of this room.

"Morning everyone!"

Together with Anna, I greeted those who came before us. Stepping our feet inside, it's like entering an art gallery. Even the seats and tables are neatly carved. What a fancy place to study our heart out.

"Good morning Your Highness!"

Replies each and every single one of them. I guess it's easy to recognize our status with a silver plate attached to our left sleeve. Hope they don't act so rigid and polite to us, I come here to make friends, not subordinates.

We then ascend to the very back of the room, picking our seats at the center of the last row of tables. Sitting on top of here gonna make us stand out I know, nevertheless, the view is priceless, no matter where I look, I see love and passion forged into this room. What a masterpiece of a creation.

The blackboard at the front however is still as plain as a cloudless sky. I wish an Ocean Painter would come and draw something there, maybe a goddess's face, or the Chaos Tree.

"By the way, My Prince, did you see the name of our Supervisor?"

Asked my spouse as she stares at me while resting her cheeks on the plank of this long curved table. The Lecture Hall has a horseshoe layout after all.

"Senaria Kalpataru right? What of her?"

I replied and returned the question.

"Isn't she one of your father's teammates?"

She continued and threw the mark back at me.

"You can't be more right, we never met her though, nor see her picture."

Ah, now my curiosity has been lit up. Maybe the lady can be a great inspiration since she serves along with my father in the old times.

As interesting as this topic would be, our conversation didn't get to move by its path. A pair of individuals come to approach the two of us and sit at the desk in front of ours.

Both of them have snowy white hair with the shade of a noon sky. The male one's is short and wavy, and the female one's is long and braided into a flower bun. Like every Iska (Ice tribe), their faces are painted with crystal cyan eyes and cold pale skin.

"Morning bro-highness~," Said the lady of the pair with her sweet and cool voice. Accompanied by a calm smile, similar to our ice mother. She held a [Sheep Cane] in her hand and leaned it on her desk after she fully sat.

"Morning to you too Falisha," I replied.

The two of them right here are my siblings, well, half-siblings. They are the child of Mother Adeline, together with our father. Both are twins who took their mother-side of the element, that's why they are born an Iska instead of Genka (Fire tribe).

"Yo Hada, that sword of yours seriously needs some fitting up."

I said to that ice-brother of mine, who already dead set bored, and buried his face on the table. A [Bara Sword]— a sword with a wolf-shaped blade— lied comfortably on his back, in which Falisha then moved to the desk after hearing my words.

"Yeah…? I'll repair it later."

He waves his right hand, as a gesture to not bother him further, while he tries to get back to his pseudo-sleep.

Between our conversation, something suddenly caught my eye.

A lady in black came towards me with her night sky dress, which is… highly revealing, not to mention provocative. I can clearly see the line from her upper chest to the hole on her soft tight abdomen. Not to mention how glorious her thigh was out in the open.

Please don't judge me.

I never see skin as smooth as hers, as if it was made out of silk and gone through a candy factory. It's ashen and juicy, I'll be lying if I say I don't wanna bite it.

Then she passes through my seat, and behold her unholy back! Not a single piece of fabric covers the might of that treasure. I can even see her natal cleft, bouncing as she walks.

This is not healthy for a married man… well I'm still an 18 years old boy nonetheless. I also saw a purple [Spiked Whip] hung around her waist, however, I didn't see any string attached to it.

The lady sits her bum beside my seat and glances at me with a look of a huntress. It was a pleasant sight, yet flooded my thoughts with anxiety. This one seems fishy, or just full-blown sleazy.

"Aren't you cold wearing so little?"

It's winter out here, that's the first thing that came from my mouth, I'm grateful for that.

"Hm? Do you want to warm me up Your Highness?"

She asked with a seductive smile, even Anna sitting beside me was impressed by it.

"Sure, I can help you with it."

I then unwrap the fiery scarf on my neck and put it on her to cover her skimpy way of dressing.

". . ."

She looked taken aback, her eyes grow wide open for a while until it becomes wistful, and she holds that scarf with both of her hands, warmly.

"You're very sweet Your Highness, but I grew above the cloud, earth winter is nothing when compared."

She hid her eyes in it as if trying to cover her embarrassed look.

"Still, I was expecting something a little bit more… harsh~"

I can hear her breath, smelling that piece of fabric as deep as she can. Now I understand her kind, I should've expected something like this would come from a Sky Scientist.

"Wretched masochist."

I said as I snap my finger, and that fiery scarf of mine turn ablaze burning hot with a raging fire. Yet the scream she let out struck me with disgust rather than pity.