“There’s no teacher.”

As soon as we arrived at the infirmary, the lady-killer said without a hint of remorse.

I asked him.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“You don’t know who I am?”

Wow, his level of confidence is just something else.

But I didn’t hate people like that.

I smiled softly and answered, “I don’t know.”

At that, he smiled bitterly. After helping me sit on the bed, he kneeled for no reason.

“I beg you pardon—my name is Eivind Dahl. Also, we’re classmates.”

He took my hand and dropped a kiss on it. I couldn’t help but snort.

“Thank you very much for your kindness. Are you the prince of this country or something?”

“Haha, that’s an honorable misunderstanding. Then, let me grant the princess a magical blessing.”

—and then, the good-looking boy, Eivind, placed his hand on my cheek… before suddenly kissing my neck. The faint warmth surprised me, not that I was caught off-guard by his womanizing antics or anything. At the same time the heat receded, the pain in my neck went away.

…Although, the way he resembled a cat did make me think that he was adorable.

When I turned my head, the pain had completely subsided. The man himself had stood up and placed a finger over his mouth.

“Of course, this is a secret between you and me. After all, students are prohibited from treating other students.”

“I see. Certainly, healing magic has always been difficult to handle, but thanks. Despite your age, you’re an expert!”

I kept mentioning his age, but I was in my twenties when I was sealed, so we weren’t actually that far off. I then noticed he had the same green band around his arm as mine. Well, he did say we were classmates.

However, his expression turned grim at the compliment of his classmate.

“Hey, who are you really?”

“What an odd question? Who would I be if not Cecily Travasta?”

“—And here I thought someone who used an impersonation spell would at least be subtle about it. For an imposter, you sure don’t hold back.”

Fufu, he’s really suspicious of me now.

Judging from her worn-out appearance, Cecily seemed to have grown in an awful environment. She was so sick of it, she wished to die. Could she be a noble lady from somewhere? Of course, I couldn’t just ask that to Eivind…

For the time being, until Cecily woke up, I had to follow through with my own version of [Cecily Travasta].

“You said it yourself, I hit my head.”

“If that made your personality to do a one-eighty, then you need serious medical attention.”

“Thank you for your concern, but I’m all right.”

After all, thanks to his treatment just now, even the minor wounds on my body seemed to have healed. I still had to do something about my haggard appearance, but given how inherently pretty Cecily was, it shouldn’t be that difficult.

As I entertained such an optimistic outlook, Eivind shrugged.

“…Certainly, compared to how fidgety you previously were, you look more attractive.”

At that moment, a loud bell rang. How nostalgic. It was a warning bell of some kind. Sure enough, Eivind turned on his heels with that as a signal.

“Well then, rest well today and return to the dormitory. I’ll be sure to inform the teacher. Even though I healed you, there’s no guarantee that there won’t be any aftereffects—”

“—I’m going to class.”

“…But next is magic practice? Even if you attend, you don’t have magical power—”

“—All the more reason for me to go. If I’m late for class, I’ll be in trouble.”

I see. That’s why I feel off.

Apparently, Cecily didn’t have magical power. To be fair, she did have a minuscule amount, all living humans were born with magical power. No wonder Cecily became a nervous wreck.

…Of course, in my original body, I was known as the great sage. Ever since I was born, I had been told that I possessed an extraordinary magical power, but… well, I’d manage this somehow.

…The sorcery of the current era—or should I call it, the spell craft? Either way, it was the perfect opportunity to learn more. Besides, I had promised Cecily, who was resting in my heart, that I would achieve perfect grades in classes, tests, and everything else.

I didn’t know how far a woman from 800 years ago could go, but it was strange—

—I felt like I could do anything now.

“All right, Your Highness, can you escort me to the classroom?”

“…As you wish, My Queen.”

When I held out my hand with a smile, Eivind smiled wryly and took it.

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***T/N: He’s a 10 but he doesn’t know personal boundaries.

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