The window view had a surprisingly beautiful scene of the field in the distance. Showcasing all the various people currently training. Oddly enough we're running in a circle in what looked like a football field, from what I could tell.
Turning back my attention to Victoria, who was still clearly annoyed at my attitude, seemed to take out her anger on the class, shouting "Pop quiz."
Groaning, I wonder if I had joined in the middle of the school year or hopefully the end. Staring at the page filled with basic questions of history, I sighed pitifully. During my time in the House of Snow, I had frequented the library many times. Studying many books to understand this kingdom's history better or at least determine the state of the kingdom.
Quickly writing down a few answers, I sighed before flipping my paper over. Victorica looked surprised before snatching my paper away. She blankly studied the paper before looking back at me, causing her to grow even more annoyed as I smirked in her direction.
Laughing at her frustrated face, I suddenly felt a cold stare at the back of my neck. Turning around, I saw a small child eyeing me hatefully. Not understanding why nor caring why I immediately proceeded to flick him off before turning back to the window.
Victoria frowned as she gazed at me, "Arsène, such actions are not allowed. Please control yourself. All the people around you are apart of your team."
My eyes slowly turned cold as I smirked disdainfully, "Team? It's quite funny you should say that. Answer me this Victoria, how many do you think will live after we graduate. How many of us do you think will kill each other. Everyone in this room is part of a major family or has enough talent to make a difference."
"Do you really believe that all of us are a team? Do you really believe that you can overcome years of hatred and adversity," I asked cynically, knowing something like that would never happen.
Victoria froze, staring at me coldly, "Mr. Arsène, are you testing me, or are you asking for me to kick your ass."
Cold sweat covered my head as I quickly shook my head, "Apologies, I'll be quiet."
Snorting Victoria began collecting the test before proceeding to lecture. Staring out the window, my mind began to wonder before the kid behind me suddenly touched my shoulder.
He had a distrusting gaze before whispering in my ear, "Will we really end up killing each other after we graduate."
Remembering he was not like me, who had transmigrated, I nodded, "So is life, ask your parents or guardian. If you read some history books, there are thousands of examples regarding those that kill some of their closest friends or classmates due to being on the opposite sides."
The young boy grew quiet as a look of fear emerged from his face. I didn't try to comfort him, knowing that it was better to understand the cold truth early, but rather closed my eyes before focusing on the second part of my cultivation. Unlike the opening of the twelve Meridians, the second part of my cultivation was a lot easier.
Instead of movements, I had to use the vital qi that my 12 meridians naturally held to open my Eight Extraordinary Vessels. This process was said to be far quicker but dangerous as one mistake could lead to a backlash causing death or potentially becoming a cripple.
Using half of my mind palace to make sure no one bothered me in class, the other half of my mind slowly sent vital Qi to nourished my blocked passages. Victoria had gazed at me a few times but didn't bother to annoy me but rather focus on the other students in class.
And so, just like that, my eight hours was slowly spent cultivating in class. Seeing everyone was leaving, I stood up, ready to leave when two young children approached me.
"Hello, could you tell us if you know someone called Richter Snow?" A young girl with blonde hair asked with sparkling eyes.
"Yes, he is my elder brother," I quickly said before sidestepping the girl trying to leave.
A loud screech sounded from her mouth as she charged at me with drool, clenching my garment"Introduce me, please please, please."
I was about to tell her to piss off, but a cold voice cut me off, "Disgusting, your father would be ashamed for given birth to such a disgrace."
Pausing, I stared at the young girl who had spoken, giving me a surprise; she had looked somehow familiar as I stared at her. Her hair was long and black free falling to her back like a waterfall while her face was filled with baby fat, but that didn't stop her beauty from showing. In contrast, her eyes looked like those of an Amethyst crystal.
My mind began to spin as even with my memory palace. I could not recall ever meeting such a young girl before. Masking my surprise hind a mask of indifference, I stared at her as she gazed aloofly at the two girls in disgust.
"Yura, mind your..."
"I am the class president, meaning this is my business; stop whoring yourself off and move on," Yura stated swiftly before eying me.
"Have we met before," I inquired, feeling a nagging itch in the back of my mind?
"No," she casually stated, not bothering to even stare in my direction.
I gave a slight nod before walking away, heading in the direction the carriage should be waiting for me only to stop, feeling someone was following me. Turning my head, I could see Yura eying me.
Her brow furrowed in annoyance, "Do you need anything,"
"Just wondering if the pretty girl is planning on kidnapping me. You do know kidnapping is a crime in Pendragon."
A mocking sneer appeared on her cold face as she stepped around me, "You're in the way,"
Giving a light shugged before entering my carriage where my dear and loving Uncle was waiting for me. He gave a light smile, but it soon collapsed as I gazed at the young girl slowly making her way into a carriage.
"That girl...has she ever been to our estate. There is a nagging sensation in the back of my head that she and I have met before."
Grey eyes had chilled as he warned, "I assure you that you have never met that girl. She is of the royal family. While she is currently using a fake name going by the name Yura Springfield at school, she is quite the monster like you, be careful of that one."
I paused as my expression slowly turned cold and dark, "...and if I wanted to end her, would you have any objections."
Grey lightly smiled as he stared into my cold eyes, not saying a word. Smirking, I felt the carriage jerk, "it would seem like going to this school was not a bad idea, dear uncle."