Translator: Michiko
Editor: LastinLine
I somehow managed to get Faus to the study room, where the history teacher, perhaps accustomed to the young prince’s willfulness, waited for him in a carefree manner.
“You diligently showed up today, Your Highness. Very amazing.”
Wasn’t the bar for compliments too low? We were here, but we were late.
But every teacher in every department complimented Faus for properly showing up and showered high praises for just sitting in his chair and listening to the end.
And, if you asked whether I got scolded instead, I hadn’t.
I couldn’t help but wonder if studymates were not the existences that teachers used as sandbags since they couldn’t scold the royalty.
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“Of course, Theo is good at cooking and very smart.”
“I remember that you are the son of Dr. Medico. I heard that you can do arithmetic at your young age.”
“…Yes. To some extent.”
I felt rather guilty whenever I was openly praised by a professional teacher.
I shrugged my shoulders, hung my head and answered mumbly.
“Theo, are you embarrassed? Cute!”
Faus was puffed up with pride, his round ears perked up as if he were the one being praised, but that’s not the case, Faus.
If I had to describe it, I possessed the body of a six-year-old with the consciousness of an adult mixed in.
I already knew the formulas that I was learning now, plus I had the flexible brain of a six-year-old, so I could absorb new things very quickly.
Thus, competing with you was a bit unfair.
“Are glasses good? I want to see your red eyes.”
“You can’t.”
“Your Highness. Please don’t trouble Theodore-kun. You can design the sword later. Please give three accomplishments of the previous king. He’s your grandfather, Your Highness.”
“Mhm. Grandfather often gave me candies and then would be scolded by mother.”
“I said accomplishments.”
Faus became dispirited when he was quickly scolded.
Even his glossy tail drooped.
Faus, did you perhaps mean that as a serious answer? Not as a joke?
“Theodore-kun.”
“Stockpiling “rice” in case of disasters. The service of fast horses between the capital and other cities. Then there was the reform of the church.”
“Very good.”
“Theo is so clever. As long as I have Theo, I don’t have to study.”
When I responded with what I had learned from the textbook yesterday, Faus said such a thing.
Yesterday, you spent your time napping because it was a warm day.
“That’s that. This is this, Your Highness. If Theodore-kun is brilliant, then his master must be even more brilliant.”
“I’m faster than Theo. I’m good at hiding. And I’m strong.”
Faus counted with his fingers seriously. Adorable.
As for athletic ability, there was no comparison between a lion beastman and myself, who was weak even for a human being.
As I was thinking of how charming Faus was for splendidly listing only his strong points, the teacher winked at me meaningfully.
“The son of a scholar will not play with you if you are stupid.”
“Is that so? Theo.”
Faus’ expression froze at the teacher’s words, who acted coldly with a smile.
“Theo. Do you hate idiots?”
“Um. Well, so-so.”
“What is that? Do you hate it or do you like it? Can’t you make it clear!”
Faus urged me with tears in his eyes.
He’s so desperate that it’s cute.
I guessed the teacher’s wink before meant that.
My eyes met those of the teacher, who was feigning indifference and shaking his golden-brown tail. The beastman’s ears were expressive and you could tell he was amused.
“I don’t really like them much.”
“… I’ll do my best.”
“Now that you are motivated, Your Highness. Let us move on to the next chapter.”
The teacher began the rest of the lesson with a smile on their face.
As a studymate, I became a dupe for Faus.
And then, it was time for lunch.
I was together with Faus as his studymate.
I thought that this “studymate” position was probably preparation for being a prospective close aide.
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It was highly unlikely that I was the only one, so I guessed other sons of nobles would eventually be brought in besides me.
Not a weak, thin human child, but a golden-eyed child endowed with the sturdiness of a lion, would probably take up Faus’ side.
That’s a bit of a sad prediction.
I could predict with the memories of my previous life that this was a foregone conclusion, but I liked being by this selfish but lovable Black Lion Prince’s side.
On the way to the dining hall, for some reason, Faus gave me a challenging look.
“Theo, let me see what you can do.”
When I tilted my head and wondered what he was talking about, I saw that it was about carrots and onions.
Head chef was someone who would even cut ingredients into butterfly shapes, so I was sure he would do well.
That was, if he would listen to me, a child who was not from here.
If the head chef ignored me, I could use another dish to balance it out.
That one may taste better, but it looked the same…
When I followed him with a groan, Faus provoked me by saying, “Are you getting cold feet?”
Did you realize that if an unpalatable carrot came out, you would be forced to eat another bad tasting carrot, acting like you had won the battle but lost the war?
I didn’t think so.
“It’s more the head chef’s capability than mine.”
“Something delicious will come out, right?”
With dancing steps, Faus took his seat.
The black lion was scary because he seemed to be jumping lightly, but he jumped vertically as tall as I was with ease.
No wonder it became the greatest country on the continent.
TN: Theo and Faus are really cute in every chapters. I hope you guys will be healed by their adorableness like I do. Enjoy reading.
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