013. The rumours amongst the students

"What a let down, we don't have any free periods." The prince sighed reviewing the schedule, coming to terms with the fact that they would have an eight hour school day.

He was curious. "Are schools where you are from different?" Raphaēl asked tilting his head to the side. As they were sitting next to each other, the taller boy made eye contact and crawled closer onto the letter boy, completely lost.

His mind was filled with questions which couldn't stop as they wish to race since earlier.

"I'm curious." He muttered as his green eyes shone despite how his bangs casted a shadow over his face.

While in actuality the moment was seconds the prince felt like he was pinned for well over a minute. "Our school days normally are a few hours. Maybe two or three. We prioritise swordsmanship." He confessed in hopes the boy would get off him.

He would of nearly snapped his neck if this were another person. Unfortunately humans were fragile. He should remind the boy to not lose control next to people so strong.

After getting severely questioned and satisfy the ravenette, he finally got up and fixed himself as the human frantically tried to find paper and pencils to write on, out of the things they had bought.

Meanwhile the other two had the same thought. This boy was asking to be killed if he was cornering people and questioning them and pining them.

After successfully writing down everything, the human tuned back into the current conversation which had completely shifted within a span of fifteen minutes.

"Well the headmaster is a wyvern is he not? The race which refuses to be called dragons. It isn't too surprising he chose to build a school." Axul said describing the mysterious figure of the school.

The blue haired man closed his eyes. "There's rumours he's older than the dragon king. Maybe ten thousand?" He said while really thinking things through.

Even the mysterious and ever elegant vampire king joined in. "The dragons are an ancient species. His wisdom is far beyond most, in actuality." He raised a hand over his mouth. "He desired peace centuries ago but only recently managed to put it into practice. The fundings from the school are all his through centuries of labour amongst the court."

All things Rael did not understand. However, he was happy to learn and to listen. "Since he's a master, a lot of people agree to come? They said that the master of the Antarctic is here and came out of ocean retirement to teach." The smaller boy jumped in.

The master of the Antarctic Ocean? He wanted to ask since mermen get cold. Did he overcome it by sheer determination? "There are a lot of rumours about the school, aren't there?" The red eyed man stated more than asked.

He crossed a leg over another and bent forward telling them what he had heard. "Allegedly the archery advisor is the headless huntsman. The main reason I joined." He brought up a new mysterious character.

"Really? Does he use his head or a shell as a target? Back then he would just shoot his skull for practice." He had no clue what it meant but tried to deduct from the conversation.

Some species could move limbs, but to physically detached them he believed they would be a dullahan. How do they shoot with no head, or rather shoot themselves confidently not scared of pain?

Shaking his head the sea prince actually piped up, "He still uses his skull as a target, I've seen him train before school started and he is still trying to gouge his eyes out." That was oddly terrifying.

The normality between humans and other species was phenomenal, especially with the fact their differences in attitudes amongst them based off their environments, he had thought.

The humans would consider themselves as targets scary, but he found it appealing. "Wasn't he the one who was said to win the next interspecies bowmanship competition?" he added on, something Rael knew.

The Interspecies competitions was based off something called the "Olympics". A former sports game with many different humans competing. Many trained solely to the sport they were in. Nowadays all species play them and compete with one others and depending on species cannot do certain things to make playing grounds fair and balanced.

He actually admired one of the players. A woman who managed to run for almost three cities before finally stopping, a mountain elf with tremendous leg strength.

Humans could never and even mountain elves shouldn't but she defied the rules and kept at it not because anyone could compete, they were left in the dust, she simply wants to be the best. He needed to follow that good example and push himself

"Oh and then there's the vampire teacher isn't there. Isn't he the one that people created stories about?" The sea prince asked, subtly bringing up in a little mutter that as the iridescent prince people also wrote novels for him.

There was a few vampire novels he knew existed. Was this one literature or history? "Ah, Duke Evirille he did mention teaching in the school." The vampire king said, describing him.

"He is actually one of the most educated vampires. He had spent four centuries traveling the world as of late and living off the land and amongst the people so he has the most on hand knowledge. If anything he may be overqualified." He described the man.

From that, he was likely a teacher. They were talking from rumours of teachers to facts, to rumours once more about the school instead. "Did you hear that a different wyvern had cursed the head-wyvern? He said under dying breath he will never succeed."

Of course it was the sea creature to bring this up. "Once a brother in arms, long ago, the wyvern of the east believed his friend staying from the wrong path and tried to correct him only to fail and try to interrupt the wyvern's intention of creating peace." The sea prince explained.

He lowered his voice trying to be spooky. He took a deep breath, "If you continue with your plan I curse you with my breath, the curse of the people fallen due to you and your ways will overwhelm you and corrupt your mind endangering the very people you claim to love." He tried to seek ominous but pretty badly failed.

With cotton pink hair and peach eyes, being menacing was difficult. He was very petite and even his lowered voice sounded like some child imitating puberty.

"Wyverns are excellent at curses but it seems his fondness for his former friend was much to strong to follow suit, unlike betrayal." The king responded unmoved.

Even the blue haired man called it fake. "Wyverns are amazing at that area but love each other. It's likely why the headmaster had a change of heart."

So wyverns were a loving species, he learned. "Hmm there's another rumour about one of the students. It is unconfirmed but said that the current head of the undeads will attend."

He had to be more specific the raven she thought. "Allegedly he is a first year. He is also quite young, only recently becoming their young lord." Lich beings, he supposed.

The red eyed boy nearly propelled forward with a snap of his fingers. "Now that you mention it he," all eyes were on him as he begun to explain his odd encounter earlier, "a small boy with black hair and golden eyes, however they fell onto the floor after we locked eyes."

He sat back a bit more but continued. "He cried streams despite his eyes not being attached. He apologised for being a monster and wore a veil with a large hat, and you could see his skin a very pale and he smelled of roses. He eventually fixed himself and even wore traditional garb he barely walked in."

The sea prince clapped. "Maybe he'll be in one of our classes!" He excitedly said. Meanwhile the vampire king was lost in thought.

As the night progressed dinner had long passed but none of the boys remembered until they eventually left to sleep. Before heading to his room, the elegant man whispered to be on the balcony when he was ready.

Rael had no clue what it meant but showered and changed before heading to the balcony in heavier clothes. Opening the balcony door the cool air hit him hard and brushed past his face. He felt frozen for an odd moment before proceeding to check.

With a flash the king was there. "No matter what you mustn't look that creature in the eyes. If he touches you do all that you can to call for me, I promise to be there this time." The normally peak beautiful king was now scary.

This was an order. Despite not being a citizen of his he was inclined to understand and follow. This order was absolute.

He had no time to question it as the king sighed in relief. "Ahem… what days will you attend practice and gardening?" He changed the topic all of a sudden.

The man before him truly was a mystery as he changed the face he wore as quick as the others. However though, for some reason, Raphaēl felt like he could trust the stranger before him, "I'll alternate days with the first half being archery, and archery on week a block Wednesday."