*Slam!*
Students jumped out of their seats, startled by the sudden noise.
"Good morning class," greeted Professor Mayrose. Her golden-green eyes swept across the room, searching for any sign of troublemakers. After seeing none, she continued with her routine lesson plan.
"Today's the first day of your first semester. Congratulations!" She beamed happily, clapping her hands together twice.
Most students grinned brightly while others simply nodded politely. Some even blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed at their own lack of enthusiasm.
The professor cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses, "As most of you probably know, my name is Ms. Mayrose. I will be teaching you about Mana Forms and Flows. I'm also your homeroom teacher for the entire year, so you should expect to see me every single day after this class as well."
Professor Mayrose paused briefly, giving everyone time to absorb her words. A few murmurs rippled among the crowd before dying off abruptly when she spoke again, "Now then, let's begin shall we?"
"Let's get to know our fellow classmates first, I believe that's the best way to build bonds. So, let's start with the seat closest to me. Please introduce yourself. Tell us your name and where you come from, and then tell us something interesting about you. Alright?"
The class remained silent, staring blankly at the professor. She smiled wryly and nodded encouragingly at the boy sitting near the windows. He looked around nervously, clearly uncomfortable with having attention focused on himself. When no one responded, he finally mumbled, "My name is Viscount Silas Winery. I come from Fleurdelis and uhm, I like gardening and um, playing board games."
Silas breathed a sigh of relief as his introduction ended without incident. He sank back into his seat, relieved to have survived the ordeal relatively unscathed.
As soon as he finished, the girl sitting next to him immediately stood up and waved enthusiastically.
"Hi! My name is Princess Brielle Radiante. I come from Radiant Grove as you all know, I love dancing and singing!" She spoke energetically, her voice filled with excitement and joy. Her eyes sparkled brightly, matching the radiance of her white sundress and pink ribbons.
Princess Brielle was beautiful, her skin was flawless, smooth, and fair. Her dark violet orbs shone brilliantly, sparkling like stars in the night sky. Her silky black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her angelic face perfectly. She looked like she had stepped straight out of a painting.
While most boys would be overjoyed to hear such words from a girl so attractive, there were a few exceptions. One of them was the boy seated directly behind Princess Brielle. His expression darkened significantly as his lips curved downward into a frown. He scowled at her, clearly displeased by her introduction.
"Why are you introducing yourself like a commoner!?" He growled angrily.
Brielle glanced back at him, confusion written across her features.
"Huh?"
"You are a princess, and you introduced yourself like you're some ordinary peasant." The young man scoffed.
"Oh, sorry." Brielle apologized sheepishly.
"You should be ashamed of yourself. Not only did you forget your station, you acted like a fool in front of everyone here."
Her face reddened slightly, her gaze dropping to the floor, unable to maintain eye contact with him any longer.
"I apologize for my rudeness." She said quietly.
"Hmph." The young man snorted derisively before turning away from her.
Professor Mayrose cleared her throat loudly, drawing everyone's attention back towards her.
"That's enough, how about you introduce yourself? Then you can criticize others for their lack of manners."
The man glared at Professor Mayrose, "Acting as if you've never heard of me Mayrose. Are you that uninformed?"
Mayrose sighed tiredly, "Of course not, but you should still introduce yourself."
He smirked arrogantly, "Very well."
"My name is Prince Zovian Dominalis. I come from the Dominalis Empire. You can call me Prince Dominalis, or Prince Zovian. I'll accept either title. As for something interesting about me, I am a prince. That should be enough for you lowly peasants to know."
The entire class stared dumbfounded at him. They couldn't believe what they just heard. The prince of Dominalis is here? Why would he bother coming to this school?
The prince glanced around the room, satisfied with himself. His gaze settled upon the girl standing beside him. He leaned back comfortably in his chair, crossing his legs lazily. He raised one eyebrow questioningly, waiting for her to speak.
'Another prince?'
[Zovian Dominalis,
Title: Crown Prince Dominalis,
Soul Age: 19
Species: Human (Floral Attuned)
Flower Realm: Orchida (Lower)
Root Realm: Colorless Root (Upper)
Threat Level: 50/50]
'He doesn't seem that tough for a crown prince.'
[His potential will be realized once he bonds with a floralith. Just like every royal, he has a high compatibility with every flower.]
'Is th-' Hajime's thoughts were interrupted.
"Why did you bother coming here?" asked the most important person in the room.
The prince's expression changed drastically. It shifted from smugness to calmness as he smiled confidently.
"Because this is the best place to train and become an Avyris," he replied calmly.
"I see, so you're here only to bond with noble floraliths. I assume you think less of regular floralith?" Hajime interrupted.
"Who are you, peasant?" The prince sneered.
"Hajime Starfall."
"So you're the son of the Viscount Starfall. Haha, and you want to challenge me?"
"No, I have no interest in fighting you, only observing." Hajime smiled confidently.
Prince Dominalis clicked his tongue irritably, "Whatever, you're beneath me." he said dismissively, turning back towards the girl, who started the conversation.
"Princess Calantha Floraire, it's an honor to meet you."
'Another princess?'
[Calantha Floraire,
Title: Princess of Petalhaven,
Soul Age: 18
Species: Floralith (Calathea)
Flower Realm: Orchida (Lower)
Root Realm: Colorless Root (Upper)
Threat Level: None
Status: Intrigued by the host's action.]
'A Threat Level of zero? Is she that weak?'
[Not necessarily, she can easily beat anyone here, including the host, if she wished to]
'How?'
[Her mother is the first Aicte, naturally her daughter also has incredible potential. The System advises the host to deflower her]
'Do you want to kill me? She's a princess, I'd be executed. And if I escaped successfully, I'd be labeled as a criminal. Not to mention what'd they do to me once they figure out I can impregnate floraliths without dying.'
[The System understands the risks. But the host will have to deal with '???'. The System advises the host to throw away morality and use the System to its full advantage. It is the only way the host can survive]