Chapter 308 Drunken Chat-2

Chapter 308 Drunken Chat-2

"Me too," replied Aron as he plopped down on the cold floor of the hall.

"Haha, never would've thought I'd be drinking with you in the middle of the night... sneaking, huh?" Ren chuckled, his voice echoing off the empty walls as he expressed his thoughts. After seeing a lot of things about Aron that were never in the game, he actually never hated Aron...

Like Aron says that he hates Ren, but not that much. For Ren, it was none – he just didn't care enough to think that he should hate Aron.

"Me too, I wouldn't even share a table with the likes of you," Aron added.

"Looks like I do hate him now," Ren made a mental note, not in the mood to ruin his hangover.

"...I didn't mean that one," Aron immediately backtracked.

Ren raised a brow, his expression questioning. "You seem like you say a lot of things that you don't mean."

"Hmm, like?" Aron rolled to one side, only to bump his forehead on one of the table legs. Grunting, he sat cross-legged like Ren.

"Like the times you call Cecilia your slave and how you own her body and soul – things you actually don't mean at all," Ren looked straight ahead, his gaze steady. He had seen it – the shift in Aron's persona around her. Most of the time, he's actually an asshole, but around her, he acts as one. "Acts" is the key word.

"Oh, I mean those!" Aron rebutted.

"Yeah, yeah, I believe you," Ren shrugged groggily.

There was a long silence between the two alcoholics until Aron spoke again.

"Well, at least I'm not the one trying to pretend that I'm weak and gullible. I only do it around her – you do it all the time," Aron pointed out. He's not the only one who has caught onto that, but he might be one of the first few in the Imperial Academy.

"So you did admit that you act around Cecelia," Ren noted, but he wasn't in the mood to talk about himself – he wanted to focus on Aron.

Even in the darkness, Ren could see Aron's flushed face – he wasn't sure if it was from drinking a lot or because of the mention of Cecelia.

"I-i never said that! you son of a bitc-."

"Haha, you are like a kid in love, Aron," Ren said with a knowing smile on his face. He knew because he'd been there.

"That's not true," Aron muttered in a whispering voice.

"Not true? You don't like her at all? Should I try to court—" Ren tried to joke, but he felt a shift in the air and a few grazes of wind past his face made it clear that Aron didn't like that one.

"Don't ever think about that," Aron immediately said through his teeth.

But to him, Ren creepily turned his head towards Aron – in the dark, his eyes glowing like one of those hounds that hunt for fun. Aron gulped a bit but still didn't seem as scared until...

"Umm, princess... someone is coming, run," Blaze warned. Ren grabbed Aron by the mouth and looked around. The kitchen seemed like their best bet.

Ren ushered Aron into the kitchen, where they found a small exit door meant for chefs. They slipped through it and found themselves halfway down a hallway. They stayed there for a few minutes until Blaze sent a message: "You can come out now. They're gone—it was that Alder dude and some masked lady."

Ren entered the hallway again and dropped Aron down, squatting down to look at him.

"Curse... I am so sorry for what I said to you, Prince Aron, but can you elaborate on this curse of yours?"

Almost as if he had gotten what he wanted, Ren had that half-

greedy smile plastered on his face.

"Hup!" Aron's face went green, and the next thing— "Blughhh!!" Everything that he drank came right back on Ren.

"What the hell?" Ren froze like a statue, vomit on his clothes.

"Pfff," Aron backed off, laughing. "Look at your face!" He swung from one side to the other.

SMACK!

"Ugh," Aron grumbled as his eyes rolled upwards, and he was gone, unconscious.

Ren tried to say something but couldn't. Rubbing his temples, he sighed. "Get this motherfucker back to his room—nah." As if he didn't like his own idea, he stood up, still feeling disgusted.

He turned around to leave.

"Aren't you going to get him to his room? He'll be caught," said Smokeball.

"Let him be. Not like they are going to do anything to the prince... at most, he'll be warned," Ren said, leaving the hallway.

Ren made his way through the quiet corridors of the institute, unable to shake off the lingering smell of vomit clinging to his clothes. It was a stark reminder of the chaotic and unexpected turn the night had taken. Despite his annoyance, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he replayed the events in his mind.

Entering his own room, Ren peeled off his soiled clothes and tossed them into a corner, making a mental note to deal with them later. He quickly washed up, trying to rid himself of the unpleasant odor. "So... curses are everywhere," he mumbled, reminded of his own curse.

Meanwhile, Aron was left behind, peacefully sleeping—unlikely to remember half of what had happened that night. And just like that, the cursed prince never knew that he himself had given away his biggest secret.

Morning came, and the chefs of Nexus Institute were shocked to find the mighty prince lying on the cold floor, hungover and disoriented.

Word spread like wildfire throughout the academy that the prince had been caught stealing bottles from the kitchen the night before and had been taken to speak with Amrose Nexus. Amrose then wrote a heartfelt letter to Adiel Velcrow about Aron, knowing that it would make his life harder when he returned to his father's bedside. But for Aron, it all felt like a dream.

He returned to his team, standing alongside them as Adam lectured them. There was tension between him and Adam, evident in the argument they had. And amidst all this, Ren slept like a log in his room.