Despite Being an Extra, I'm the Villain's Childhood Friend - Chapter 64.2
Chapter 64.2
“He’ll push for a mid-term admission. My father will, too.”
“….”
Watching Robert’s silent contemplation, Izeline spoke cheerfully.
“Rob, you’ll be popular at the academy.”
“That won’t happen.”
Seeing his curt reply, perhaps out of embarrassment, Izeline smiled as if amused. Her green eyes slowly took in the image of her handsome childhood friend. Jet-black hair like the night sky and ruby-red eyes.
Emotions that frequently peeked through his stoic face. Once the weakness of Krug disappeared, he would have more than enough charm to draw people to him. That was why the maids blushed around him.
However, her eyes widened at Robert’s next words.
“Commoners can’t enter.”
“Huh?”
“There are other prestigious academies that accept commoners.”
“But His Grace would never allow that.”
Given the haughty nature of Brioche, it was unlikely, and there was no reason for the son of the prestigious Armaty dukedom to lower his standards. People would naturally be curious, and if rumors spread that he was chasing after a commoner girl, he would quickly become the subject of gossip in high society.
Robert knew this, so he kept his mouth shut. The excitement he had felt about going to the capital together quickly turned into gloom.
“Izel could just enter Stephil Academy too.”
At Michael’s sudden words, Izeline and Robert asked simultaneously.
“Huh?”
“What do you mean?”
Looking at their twin-like expressions, Michael fell silent, seemingly lost in thought. The contents of the letter flashed through his mind.
What was Arsen’s intention?
Pondering the subtle meaning hidden within the polite inquiries, he spoke.
“His Highness, the Crown Prince, might arrange it.”
Stephil Academy, a networking hub for the children of prominent nobles. It was absurd for a commoner to be admitted.
Michael tapped his lips.
“The influence of the Imperial family.”
But with a single recommendation letter from the Crown Prince, nothing would be impossible.
* * *
“Ugh—! What in the world is going on…?”
Izeline flopped onto her bed and stared at the ceiling.
Arsen writing a recommendation letter? That was no ordinary matter. It was an event that would bring even greater repercussions than her and Robert attending a different academy.
“Is Arsen just any Crown Prince?”
He was the wielder of the sacred sword Calyptus, no less.
“Sigh…”
As if trying to avoid the impossible situation, she closed her eyes.
‘There wasn’t any direct mention of it. But I think he intends to.’
‘What?’
‘Of course, it’s just my guess.’
Michael’s voice, winking playfully as he spoke, echoed in her mind. The Crown Prince’s sudden letter had brought a whirlwind. If she entered Stephil Academy, her relationship with Arsen would become complicated, and if she didn’t, she would be separated from Robert…
Wait.
Thinking about it, there was no other choice but to enter together. Robert and Arsen were bound to meet anyway, so she had to be there to help prevent their relationship from souring.
“The answer was already decided…”
Was this also the gods’ doing…? She had worried for nothing…
Amidst her troubled thoughts, a sense of relief washed over her as if this, too, was a conclusion. The accumulated fatigue from the day suddenly overwhelmed her. Her consciousness faded. With her eyelids still closed, she drifted off to sleep.
And a moment later…
Click.
Robert, finished with his preparations for bed, suddenly entered her room.
“Izel. Asleep?”
He was already excited about attending the academy together and couldn’t sleep, but this oblivious girl slept soundly as always.
“Sleepyhead.”
Despite his chiding words, his face was beaming. As he flopped onto the soft bed, Robert began to speculate on when Gerald would complete the treatment. Judging by his words, it seemed to be nearing completion.
‘It’s in the final clinical trial phase… Hmm?’
Then Izeline, a restless sleeper, rolled over. Even though the bed was this wide, it always felt cramped when he slept with her. But this was…
Whoosh!
As she turned, Robert’s hand landed on her. It wouldn’t have been a problem if that was all, but the location where his hand landed was the issue.
Her chest, rounded and full now that she was growing, was cupped in his palm.
“Wh-Wh-Wh-What…!”
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