"He's already become a First-Tier Warrior in less than a month?"
Webster stood on the rooftop, stroking his chin as he observed Prince Ron seriously doing his morning training in the courtyard below.
"What's so impressive about a First-Tier Warrior?" Vosbites scoffed. "He's also a First-Tier Mage, and according to some of the professors at the Academy, his magical talent might not even be inferior to mine."
"Huh? What did you just say?" Webster was visibly surprised.
Prince Ron had outstanding magical talent?
Vosbites wasn't the type to flatter people.
If he said that, then it likely meant Prince Ron had the potential to reach the Legendary Realm in magic!
"He's highly gifted in both water and earth elements, yet he's wasting time cultivating Battle Aura instead." Vosbites shook his head, clearly seeing it as a waste of potential.
Webster immediately disagreed, "What's wrong with cultivating Battle Aura? The Light Sword Codex is a secret technique reserved for the direct royal bloodline. Anyone with André's blood can train it with half the effort for double the result. Judging by how he became a First-Tier Warrior in just over twenty days, his talent in this area might not be any weaker than his magic talent."
"Tch. When he broke through to First-Tier Mage, he triggered an elemental ocean whirlpool. Back in the entire Magic Academy, I was the only one who triggered something of that magnitude." Vosbites sneered, "Being a warrior is useless—just brainless brute force."
"That same 'brainless brute' could pummel you right now if he wanted to." Webster glanced at him, voice calm.
"Exactly my point. Just uses violence to solve everything." Vosbites shook his head in disapproval. "Magic isn't just a tool for battle—it's a key to understanding the truth and essence of the world… Ugh, forget it. Someone like you wouldn't get it."
"In my opinion, your so-called 'research' is just meaningless self-indulgence." Webster shrugged.
"Hmph! Ignorant fool!" Vosbites snorted coldly, no longer bothering to argue.
—
An hour later, Ron finished his morning training.
He walked to the front of the shop and let Nora in, who had been waiting outside.
After making a simple breakfast for two, Ron and Nora ate while chatting casually.
Vosbites and Webster, hidden behind a Fifth-Tier ice spell Mirror Inversion, moved to the second-floor balcony to continue observing Ron.
"A Seventh Prince without any servants? He cooks his own meals?" Vosbites raised an eyebrow.
"We did prepare a villa for him at first. A butler and house staff were ready to assist him upon arrival, but he refused. He traded the villa for this shop instead," Webster explained. "Looking back now, that whole thing might be suspicious."
"Might be?" Vosbites rolled his eyes. "What kind of noble young master cooks for himself—and even for his employee?"
"Now that you mention it, that is strange… He wouldn't have learned to cook in the palace… So he came to Chaos City just to learn cooking?" Webster frowned. "What's his angle?"
[System: "Two Legendary-level individuals are observing the host from the balcony. Please maintain proper posture."]
Ron, seated at the dining table, twitched at the corner of his mouth, masking it with a bite of food.
He consciously avoided glancing toward the balcony.
"So Webster came to Chaos City, discovered the partnership between the Radiant Mercenary Corps and the flower shop, got suspicious about the flower supply… and then tracked down the headmaster of the Magic Academy?"
Ron silently pieced things together, a headache creeping in.
Come on… they're Legendary-level figures, and they're… spying on me? What kind of drop in dignity is this?
If I were unaware, fine. But I know now that two grown men are squatting on my balcony…
Thinking about it like that made Ron want to laugh and cry.
Still, the fact that neither of them had made a move after so long suggested they didn't mean him harm.
If they really intended to use force, they could have snatched him away long ago.
Ron knew that with their Legendary-level strength, abducting him without a trace would be child's play.
Most likely, their current concern was with the shop's flower supply, and things hadn't escalated to the point of open confrontation.
Perhaps his identity as the Seventh Prince was helping him—for now.
"Let's hope everything goes smoothly from here…"
Ron sighed inwardly.
Nora, completely unaware of the situation, happily enjoyed breakfast. If she knew that two Legendary-level figures were watching her eat, she'd probably freeze on the spot.
Halfway through the meal, feeling warm, Nora took off her hat—
Revealing a pair of twitching cat ears, covered in soft dark fur—cute and expressive.
Vosbites's expression immediately darkened. "Hiding a beastkin girl in the shop? This Seventh Prince isn't as innocent as he looks."
It wasn't that he held prejudice against beastkin.
In fact, as the headmaster of Chaos City Magic Academy, Vosbites was more open-minded than most and treated all races fairly.
He just saw the situation for what it was—a young prince clearly hiding a catgirl like a secret treasure. Already playing around at such a young age? Rotten to the core!
Webster, far more used to the decadent habits of nobles, just chuckled.
"He's young. It's understandable."
While Ron and Nora continued their meal, Vosbites and Webster didn't just sit idly.
They left the balcony and entered the living room, confirming that their presence hadn't triggered any response—then casually slipped into Ron's study.
What they didn't know… was that the system was livestreaming everything to Ron in real time—in text form.
Even though Ron couldn't see them, he knew they were now inside his study.
Thankfully, there wasn't anything too private in there, so he wasn't overly worried about discovery.
At most, it'd just be a little embarrassing if they found the Illya Special Edition Illustration Booklet.
That thought made Ron blush slightly.
Still, he couldn't help mentally grumbling:
These two big shots really have no shame, huh? Just breaking like that?
Ever heard of privacy rights?
So if you're strong, you can just do whatever you want?
…Tch.
Actually, yeah. Seems like you can.
Ron smacked his lips in frustration.
—
"Boss, I finished reading one of the books you gave me yesterday!"
Nora swallowed a bite of food and eagerly shared her progress.
Ron, distracted by other thoughts, only half-heartedly responded,
"Mm. When you're done, write a reading reflection."
"Huh?" Nora blinked.
"Oh, just write down what you learned or felt from the book—your thoughts after reading it," Ron explained.
Nora nodded in sudden understanding, then gave a sweet smile,
"Okay, boss! I'll write it later!"
Seeing her face light up with enthusiasm, Ron couldn't help but feel amused.
He remembered the painful days of copying and reading reflections off the internet himself…
Now it was finally his turn to make someone else write one.