The Rizzler

Pulling his hand back, Leor said, "Let's report it to the police first." He flipped open his pocket watch to check the time—almost ten.

"But I don't have time to go there. My class starts at eleven, and I can't miss it."

'I also need to talk to Vane and Alya.'

"And clearly," Leor added, turning back to Johan, "you don't know anything about our culture or norms, so you can't file the report on your own."

It was a tricky situation. To get to the station on time, he'd need a private carriage. Regular ones would take over an hour and a half on a good day, constantly stopping to drop off other passengers. private carriages didn't have those delays, but even then, the trip would take at least forty minutes.

"If you're leaving for class, what about me?" Johan asked, his expression solemn, eyes wide like a pleading puppy. "Should I stay here and keep an eye on your house?"

"No, it's better if you stick with me." Leor rubbed his temple, thinking quickly. "Ah, maybe I can send a telegraph to the police station. The local line should deliver it in two hours. And also comes in the way to where we can catch the carriage."

"That could work," Johan said after a moment, though uncertainty lingered in his voice. Then, narrowing his eyes, he asked, "But wait—if you're going to your class, how am I supposed to stay with you?"

He folded his arms, clearly waiting for an explanation.

"I mean, what's stopping you from coming with me to class?" Leor said, shrugging. "You look like a noble, and my tuxedo suits you well. No one's going to dare ask if you're a real noble or not."

Johan frowned. "What about ID checks? Don't they verify that before letting students in?"

Leor blinked, genuinely confused by the term. "What's an ID?"

Johan's mouth twitched visibly. "Right, you guys still hold witch trials."

"Just remember to act more scholarly," Leor said, ignoring the comment. Still not bothering.

"And keep your mouth shut. Just smile and nod at anyone who looks at you."

"What about the teachers? Won't they notice the new face?"

"Don't worry about it," Leor replied. "There are 150 students in every class, and nobles can join whenever they want. Mid-semester, mid-lecture—it doesn't matter."

Johan's face twitched slightly, but it was enough for Leor to notice it.

"What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing," he stammered, his expression unreadable. "Let's just go."

'He definitely hates nobles.' Thought Johan, finally understanding his passive aggression.

Ignoring his strange reaction, Leor turned and headed toward the door, motioning for him to follow.

"Oh right, from now on, your name is Johan Von Adlerhof. If someone asks, you're a noble from the Dunkeld Empire, here to study at the most prestigious academy in the world."

"What the hell, why… this story sounds too suspicious." Johan frowned.

'This is definitely a generic academy webnovel explanation. I am not too sure if the lazy writing will work in the real world, and if caught, It will probably end with me burned alive.' Johan thought, his frown deepening.

"That's a noble house from Dunkeld Empire. No one's going to check if it's true or not unless you do something suspicious. Both empires have a friendly relationship. Or do you have a better plan?" Leor shot up, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, it's not like I know anything about whatever that place is. What if someone asked a random question, which I obviously cannot answer? My cover would be immediately blown… They'd be suspicious of me too." 

'And probably burn me too!' He added silently in his mind.

"You're right…" Leor admitted, already pacing. Suddenly, inspiration struck. 

He dashed into James's room, rummaging through a pile of old belongings, and emerged triumphantly with a dusty top hat and a wooden cane. Grabbing a cloth, he rubbed the grime away until both gleamed with a faint, worn charm. Satisfied, he handed them to the utterly perplexed Johan.

"You'll be an arrogant noble," Leor announced confidently. "If anyone asks you a question like that, look at them like they're a foolish Ape. Trust me, they'll back off immediately. Just carry yourself like you own the world."

He turned back to Johan, expecting some hesitation or resistance. Instead, what greeted him made his face twitch.

Johan's light brown eyes were shining—bright enough to rival the sun. If he had a tail, it'd be wagging at light speed. With his voice trembling with sheer excitement, 

he exclaimed gittily, "I've always wanted to be an arrogant young master!"

'…What is wrong with him?' Leor thought, bewildered.

'Whatever.' Leor immediately let go of it instantly, he was getting used to it.

Leor passed him the cane and top hat, then fixed the collar of his tuxedo. Running his hand through Johan's silky blonde hair, he styled it into a rough but sophisticated look.

Silky blonde hair now styled in a slicked back tone. Slightly unkept look that gives off rugged yet 'I don't care' air. Bit messy with a few loose strands falling forward, the sides of Johan's hair were already short, so it kept the look sharp and rugged.

"Alright," Leor said, masking his satisfaction for his styling with forced calm. "Let's go."

They stepped out of the house and into the open street. 

Leor sighed, soaking in the warm sunlight after these relentlessly cold days. The occasional chilly breeze was a welcome relief, keeping the warmth from becoming overbearing. He reached for the lock, jiggling it a few times to ensure it was secure.

Behind him, Johan muttered something under his breath, clearly annoyed for some reason.

His words were too low for Leor to catch, and he wasn't in the mood to give a fuck.

They strolled toward the square at a leisurely pace. It was quiet between them, at least until Leor felt Johan nudge his arm from behind.

"What?" Leor asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The question was so out of the blue that Leor froze mid-step.

"Why are you asking?" Leor said, forcing a calm tone.

"So you don't," Johan replied, matter-of-factly, before going completely silent again.

"Hey, I never said that!" Leor protested. "It's not like I can't get one. With my looks, it'd be as easy as eating a pastry." Leor straightened up, trying to sound confident. 

"I'm just not interested in meaningless relationships. When I meet the right woman, I'll marry her."

'And it's not like I don't have anyone in mind.' Leor thought, running a hand through his brownish-black hair, fingers silently scratching at the back of his neck as if trying to suppress something.

Johan gave him a look—a mix of disbelief and pity—that instantly made Leor's blood boil.

It was clear to Johan, 'He liked a girl but had no game.'

"What about you?" Leor shot back. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

He didn't answer. It only made Leor even more annoyed.

"...Do you want to know?" Johan asked suddenly, his tone unusually calm.

"Yes," Leor said cautiously. Now curious.

"...let's leave that, I will show you something else today!" Johan replied with a smirk.

With that, Johan increased his pace as if searching for something or someone.

It wasn't the first time he'd acted weird, and it definitely wouldn't be the last. With a sigh, Leor decided to drop it and let the matter go, increasing his pace to catch up with Johan.

They reached the square, and the telegraph station came into view just around the corner. The sign above the door creaked slightly in the breeze, and the faint hum of a nearby crowd filled the air. They stepped inside together, and a young receptionist—probably around twenty—looked up to greet them. She wore a simple grey cotton dress, layered with a waist-length fur coat that gave her an air of understated elegance.

Johan's eyes instantly brightened.

"How can I help you, gentlemen?" she asked with a pleasant smile, her gaze lingering a little too long on Johan.

Leor's jaw tightened instinctively seeing Johan all giddy, but he forced himself to smile back. 

"I need to send a telegraph to the police station. It's urgent—I'd appreciate it if it could arrive within the next hour or two."

The receptionist's smile softened, and she slid a piece of paper and a pen across the counter. "Of course. Is everything alright, sir?" she asked, her tone laced with concern.

"Yes, everything's fine," Leor replied quickly, keeping his voice calm. "It's just a minor report—nothing to worry about." The last thing he needed was any unnecessary attention.

Taking the pen, he carefully wrote out a detailed description of the incident, leaving out any of the unnatural details. Without solid evidence, the last thing he wanted was to end up in a psych ward. He included his address and signed at the bottom.

Satisfied, he looked up to hand over the paper—and his eyes twitched at the sight before him.

Johan was leaning casually against the counter, his hand lightly brushing the receptionist's as they talked. She wasn't pulling away; in fact, her cheeks were flushed, and her shy smile made it painfully obvious she was enjoying the attention.

Johan grinned seeing Leor's reaction, his gaze saying 'I am better.'

Leor gritted his teeth. 'Why… why are they flirting? You've known each other for a minute!'

He inhaled deeply. I am calm. I am calm. I am calm.

"Ahhm," Leor coughed pointedly. The sound broke their little moment, and the girl immediately straightened up like a guilty child caught stealing cookies. 

Johan stepped back immediately, adopting an innocent expression that fooled absolutely no one.

Leor shot him a glare. The receptionist, still blushing, quickly took the telegraph from Leor, signed it, and placed it into a box.

He fetched her the one silver pound note from his wallet for the telegraph fees. She took it and neatly placed it in the wooden box in front of her, smiling professionally afterward.

Then she looked at Johan's brown eyes, like wanting to say something.

"We're done here," Leor said, his voice a little sharper than intended. "Let's go catch a carriage, or we'll be late."

Johan followed without a word, grinning ear to ear, and they left the station. 

Leor pushed the strange incident to the back of his mind, trying to forget it had happened, but it wasn't working well.

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