You are the Younger Brother

“That person is Crown Prince Ryan?”

“Ugh, he’s as terrifying as they say… I feel like he could just swallow a person whole.”

“Just looking at him, you can tell he’s killed tens of thousands.”

“I really don’t want to work under a killer like him…”

“He even brought such a beautiful maid to school. The rumors must be true; he’s really easy to provoke…”

People whispered softly, but no matter how quiet, to knights with keen hearing, their words were crystal clear.

Flora also noticed that many of these people were wearing school uniforms that signified them as mages.

Unlike knights, mages could use sound-transmission magic to whisper.

Clearly, they were deliberately saying these things to provoke Ryan, to make him make a mistake in public, and ultimately lose his position as Crown Prince.

“Don’t they worry that Crown Prince Ryan might lash out?”

“They definitely are, but everyone here is a child of the upper-middle nobility.”

“Ryan wouldn’t dare to go on a killing spree, unless he’s lost his mind.”

“And the teachers have long anticipated this, they’re watching the situation…”

If Flora wasn’t mistaken, some of the teachers were likely in league with these individuals.

Once Crown Prince Ryan made a move, they would immediately rush out to stop him, escalate the matter, report it to the palace, and then a flood of impeachments would follow…

‘(I never imagined Crown Prince Ryan would have to endure such malice at school…)’

Flora couldn’t help but feel dispirited by her earlier self-congratulatory thoughts of enjoying campus life.

“I know… no need to worry.”

Flora could sense that Ryan’s aura was initially calm, but when the other party turned and noticed her expression, his anger became somewhat uncontrollable.

But Ryan didn’t do anything out of line; he merely raised his hand lightly.

***

The students who had been whispering suddenly felt as if their mouths were clamped shut.

The knight student who had spoken the most harshly and with the most deliberate provocation was instantly knocked to the ground, causing a commotion around his queue.

“What happened? Who hit me? Who cast magic? Where are the teachers?”

The knight student looked incredulous and furious, quickly glancing towards a teacher in the distance who had promised to protect him.

But the latter also looked bewildered; even now, he had no idea how or when the Crown Prince had made his move.

But Flora knew that Ryan had used the technique from when he parted the tides with a single sword, vibrating the air currents in the field through the arc of his arm as he raised it, delivering a fanning blow akin to a wind whip to these people.

It was precise and swift, with varying degrees of force, all at the same instant.

‘(He’s progressing so fast… he’s already grasped the principle that all things can be divine weapons.)’

Flora couldn’t help but smile.

Seeing the current situation, Ryan also showed a faint smile, and the anger on his body dissipated with it.

‘(This… is the first time Ryan has unleashed his wrath for his family.)’

After this incident, even if most people didn’t understand how the move was made, they knew precisely who had done it.

Thus, neither the students who looked indignant after being slapped nor the onlookers dared to discuss Ryan and Flora any further, or even make a sound.

Many teachers, likely neutral, couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

Noting all their varied expressions, Flora transmitted another message:

“Crown Prince Ryan, I apologize… I seem to have underestimated the situation.”

“What situation?”

Ryan’s tone remained steady.

“I had thought that although His Highness’s reputation wasn’t good, he also had genuine accomplishments and outstanding combat ability outside of school. How could these people possibly…”

“There’s no need to apologize for this.”

Ryan quickly interrupted,

“My personality is indeed one to rush out and beat them up, and my bad reputation comes from that…

Rather, thanks to you, I was able to use better, more covert methods, which kept their impression of me from getting worse. Not only are you blameless, but you’ve actually done well.”

“Besides, even if I hadn’t made a move, you would have found a way to deal with these people afterward to prevent them from doing this again, wouldn’t you?”

Ryan’s eyes were filled with trust.

“No, His Highness’s approach of enduring for a moment and settling accounts later, while seemingly mature and composed, actually emboldens the other party’s arrogance.

It not only fails to set a good example for others but may even affect His Highness’s plan to establish a righteous image…

This time, His Highness’s method was undoubtedly superior.”

“Then there’s no need to apologize. No one can always be right. This time I did better, next time perhaps you will do better.

Mutual guidance and mutual compensation are more important… This is also the approach you’ve always advocated, isn’t it?”

Ryan said.

[Yes,]

Flora didn’t continue to dwell on the issue; instead, she showed a look of intense emotion,

“Crown Prince Ryan, please maintain this mindset when interacting with others in the future.

At that time, many more people will change their views of you and acknowledge you.”

Ryan subconsciously thought to himself that he couldn’t be so patient and gentle with others, but seeing the golden-haired girl’s sky-blue eyes full of encouragement, he could only nod slightly:

“I’ll try my best.”

“Crown Prince Ryan, please do your best, you can definitely do it!”

Flora smiled, as she usually did, with energy and cheerfulness.

Ryan felt it.

This smile… half genuine, half feigned.

But Flora’s good mood was real.

‘(He’s working hard, I taught him.)’

He murmured in his heart.

The two of them turned their attention back to the stands.

After the principal, the dean of studies, and other teachers had all spoken, the host teacher announced:

“Next, we invite the Student Council President… Prince Arnos, to deliver the opening address.”

Upon hearing this, all the students immediately became more energized, and the applause that erupted was far greater than for any previous school leader.

Not long after, the familiar black-haired, purple-eyed, effeminate youth walked onto the stage.

“Wow, it’s Prince Arnos!”

“Prince Arnos, look at me!”

Large groups of girls even shrieked and cheered; anyone unaware might have thought a famous musician had come for a tour.

“Huh, shouldn’t Prince Arnos be a fifth-year student? Why is he wearing a seventh-year uniform?”

Flora asked, somewhat surprised.

Her reaction, in contrast to the other girls, was remarkably normal, so much so that Ryan paused for a moment before answering with a hint of pleasure:

“He suddenly skipped a grade this year. As for why he became student council president, I’m not entirely sure.”

Neither Ryan nor Flora discussed how Arnos became student council president, because as the emperor’s most favored son, Arnos would have no shortage of ways to achieve it if he simply desired the position.

However, Ryan soon found the answer to the question of why he became it.
…

“…I hope all junior students have a happy and enjoyable new semester…”

As he said these words, the black-haired, purple-eyed effeminate youth deliberately glanced towards Ryan’s direction, a smile of undeniable triumph on his face.

It was as if he was saying,

“At school… you’re the junior!”