All Chapters of The Crown Prince Thinks I'm a Guy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Upon waking, I almost panicked and readied myself for an attack, but then I realized I was merely unused to my new quarters. Yawning widely enough to warrant a smack from my chamber maids, I stretched until my joints popped. Looking around, I found that I quite liked the room. It was small, but much bigger than the one I had during my time in the Order. It was much more homely, as well, and less damp-looking. I realized with a start that I had now grown used to living in tiny and less extravagant quarters much unlike the ones I grew up in. Besides, as I was now, there were no maids to scold me as I bent low and touched the ground with my palms, knowing full well that my boyish undergarments stretched upwards and revealing enough skin to make a good princess faint in embarrassment.I laughed as I stretched. Although I did miss some of the luxuries that a life as a princess had granted me, I also grew to love this freedom exponentially more than that silly desire. It hardly mad

"It seems we are all here," the woman announced as she rapped at the board behind her. She settled her eyes on us with an almost sleepy look. "I am Professor Hypnosia. Upper years call me Professor Hippy, but I honestly don't know why. Feel free to call me whichever way you like once you pass my Defensive Spells 101 course."The class murmured a short incoherent reply, and Professor Hypnosia nodded drowsily. "Good, good. Now, as all of you here are of Batch Pi, I will need to give a few more information about your school life. I am your first teacher, yes?"We nodded after a moment, already caught up in her own sleepiness and in the early hour of the morning. This was our first joint class, and all of us were newly accepted students. Although it was an event that should be quite memorable, at five in the morning, most of us could hardly keep our eyes open."Yes, so the head professor had me tell you about our Academy's mares. Is anyone privy to this information?

'Human,' I thought, even as I lost my breath momentarily from the impact. 'Unnaturally strong, but definitely human.'Then, we were rolling. Rolling down a garden might sound lovely, but it was far from that. The soil was a bit muddy from the past few days' worth of rain, and what little grassy cushion we rolled by stuck annoyingly on our now wet skin. The last straw was crashing hard onto a bush of roses. Despite the suddenly fragrant wisps of air, I could hardly find this lovely. And have I ever mentioned that roses have irritating and prickly thorns?I screamed in anger, not even feeling the slightest bit pained. I thrusted both my arms towards my assailant's chest, and pushed him away from me before he could crush me further down the bushes. Finally free, I got up with a groan, and was surprised to see that I had used my full force when I had pushed against the barreling human. How did I know, you ask?Well, you see, he was about a full 20 meters or so away

Sneak was sneaking up to me.For the rest of the day, my assassin trainee senses kept telling me that someone was tailing me. And whoever it was, he was doing a God-awful job at it.First time I felt it was right after Assassin Vincentus had dismissed us (and after Leila had dismissed me as well). I was walking on my lonesome towards the cafeteria, feeling a sense of loss within my heart, when I heard a muffled cough from behind a pillar. Of course, since I already knew who he was, I simply walked on and ignored him.The second time was when I was lining up in the cafeteria hall. It was a large room, with tall enough ceilings that I knew I couldn't reach without notes supporting me. But even with the hall filled to the brim with new students and old, I could still corner out the boy through my senses. I would glance at him through my peripheral vision, and every time, he would crouch down on his table like he could somehow be unseen if he simply just... tried hi

A past memory haunted me as I followed the stiffly walking man.I was young. Well, all of my memories always seem to be centered on my youth. After all, I died when I was barely a woman.But I was there, sitting idly around my room right after my tutors had left. I was, what? Thirteen, maybe just a day after twelve? No matter, I was still so innocent. Yet when my father's men came knocking at my door, I knew something was up. My parents never called me for anything unless I had done something wrong. So, I was all but quivering like a newborn lamb when I walked through my own castle's walls.Quite similar to what I was like now, actually. It was like walking down a dusty path, bombarded by rotten eggs and ever so soft tomatoes, just before being held down to the guillotine.My father, back then, was his usual, cold self. His eyes were icy and his gaze without a hint of love, care, or even life. He simply stared at me, and like I was a troublesome duty to b