"What the hell are you doing?"
The first answer when hearing the young man in the jacket's question was "Look whose talking?". Someone was running down the stairs in the sweltering heat in a winter jacket. However Artur tried to see it, there must something wrong with the brain of the young man in the jacket.
Hearing no answer from Artur, the young man in the jacket took off his headgear, leaving a handsome face and flowing blonde hair. Maybe he finds it impolite to talk to someone with his head covered or maybe he just wants to show off his handsome face.
"My name is Robert, I'm a new school student this year" Robert stretched out his hand with a friendly smile on his face.
Artur slid a large bag off his shoulder and greeted Robert's greeting, "My name is Artur, Artur Morris. I'm also a new student this school year." while shaking hands, Artur once again analyzed Robert from head to toe.
Robert is head taller than Arthur, his strong arms show how much his muscles have been trained. Arthur concludes that Robert's muscles are trained because he intends to train his muscles, this is because there are no visible spots from sunburn on his skin. So it can be concluded that Robert trains in a room that is not exposed to direct sunlight.
Then from his nice clothes and jacket that looked like they were sewn by a special tailor, Artur concluded that Robert had a rich family. However, from the way he spoke and willingly shook hands with Artur, who in fact was clearly a dirt poor commoner, Robert could not be noble.
There is a high probability that Robert was the son of a wealthy merchant family. Artur rises his guard after that conclusion.
"Hey, you haven't answered my first question!" Robert asked again after their handshake broke.
'Hmm?' Arthur was confused.
Even though merchants think they are better than commoners, they are actually just commoners themselves. For a noble, there is no difference between a merchant and a commoner so they look down on both of them.
For this reason, analyzing the opponent to speak and choosing the right way of speaking is a form of self-defense from merchants and commoners. When Robert doesn't analyze Artur's origin from the way he dresses and the way he talks, Robert indirectly shows that he doesn't care where Artur comes from.
This is the nature of a noble who has no fear at all. Artur heard from his father that nobles don't need to analyze the other person like a commoner, they only need to recognize the last name and find out whether the noble in front of them have a higher rank or not.
"Hey? You're staring again? What's wrong? Do you need some medicine?" Robert waved his hand in front of Arthur's face trying to get his attention who was currently in a sea of confusion.
The problem was that Robert was not at all like the nobles he knew. He didn't look at Arthur with disdain or condescension, as if he were looking at an insect he could step on at will. Robert looked at Artur the way he looks at his peers.
"What the hell?" Artur shouted in confusion in his heart.
At this time he was very confused about how to act in front of Robert. Should he keep his head down and lower his esteem? Or look at Robert as an equal like a peer?
If it turns out that Robert is a noble then he better choose lowly and lowers his head but if he is not then this will form a new misunderstanding. Excessive politeness will actually make him seen as a pushover, the first impression is very important when the first communication relationship is carried out.
"Ah.. er... Don't you have a last name or is it just Robert?" Artur seeks a way to find out more.
Robert only introduced his first name, he still hasn't introduced his last name. In contrast to Hanru, from whom Artur felt overwhelming danger, even though Robert looked stronger than him, Artur was sure he could survive if they fought later.
Because of that Artur did not hesitate to ask sensitive questions. After all, the possibility that Robert was a slave was very small. What kind of master pampers his slave so that he can grow as fine as Robert?
"Ah... You'd better only know my first name..." Robert scratched the back of his head feeling troubled by the question.
'Ah?'
Artur concludes that if Robert has a last name, the last name will be a problem if it is known by people. What the last name would matter when it became known to the public was of course the last name of royalty.
Artur's knees felt jelly, he was currently standing in front of a prince who might as well be a crown prince. What kind of luck did he have? Will he be decapitated after this for staring directly into the face of a prince?
"I am sorry for not recognizing you your majesty!!" Artur screamed at the top of his lungs and immediately threw himself on the ground to prostrate himself begging for mercy.
If only he was beheaded because of impoliteness then Arthur could still accept it but if it turns out that Robert's anger reaches Gilbert and Cila then it will be his nightmare.
Robert moved as fast as lightning even though his head was filled with confusion about what was really going on. Catching Arthur's body before he completely kowtowed him. With great desperation, Robert shouted, "What the fuck hell are you doing !!?"
*BRAK!
The position of their bodies pressed against each other made the two young men fall rolling down the stairs. It wasn't until they reached the stair intersection that they stopped rolling and fell and hit the wall.
*BAM!
Air escaped from Artur's lungs as his back hit the wall. But his head did not register pain but only fear because it had made Robert fall with him.
Will this be classified as an assassination attempt?
Attempted murder of royalty would be punished by hanging seven generations, meaning not only Gilbert and Cila would follow him to the afterlife but also their nephews, cousins, uncles, and aunts. Even his mysterious mother's side of the family might be affected.
Artur wanted to cry but had no tears. He only wanted to study at the Military Academy and become a mage. His luck improved when he was successfully selected into class A with Heaven-grade mana flow. But never thought that his good fortune would be the end of the Morris family's destiny.
"Ugh... What the hell are you doing?" Robert held his head which felt dizzy after rolling down dozens of stairs.
Glancing at the culprit of all the misfortune that had befallen him, Artur could only swallow his annoyance. He should apologize immediately and try to remedy the situation as best he can. At least Robert didn't punish the Morris family and only vented his anger on him.
But still, fairness is a son of bitch.
"Y.. you.. your majesty..." Artur's voice trembled, using his thinking ability Artur try to find a way out of this slump and bad luck.
"Wait.. Wait.. Before that! Why did you call me with your majesty?" Annoyance began to appear on Robert's face.
'Fuck hell!!! Did you still wanna play?!!' Arthur started to rage inside his heart. He never thought that Robert was so sadistic and still toyed with Arthur's little heart.
"I am sorry for not recognizing you your ma--"
"Like I said! Why did you call me Your Majesty?!" Robert was getting frustrated.
"ah... uh..." Artur felt his head starting to smoke, "Because you are royalty" the answer left his mouth. Arthur tried to cover his mouth but it was too late because his words had been heard by Robert.
"???" ridiculous question marks filled Robert's face, "Why do you think like that?" Robert massaged his head which was starting to feel numb.
"Ah? eh? ah?" Artur was unable to explain the answer to the ridiculous question that Robert gave. The only answer he could say was, "Because you look like a noble"
"Ah?" Robert was taken aback, his eyes began to vacant and his head nodded, "Do I look so arrogant that you equate myself with those bastard nobles?"
This time it was Artur who felt frustrated, was his analysis wrong? however, that is highly unlikely. Artur replied "No... you don't have any arrogance in your tone, you don't look down on me either. However..."
"So? Why?"
"You really don't look like a commoner!" That's the only answer Artur can give from all of his very long analysis.
Robert doesn't look and act like a commoner. Confidence and pride had merged into his flesh and blood so it was only natural that anyone who saw him would say that Robert was a noble.
"Ah? Ugh..." Robert paused for a moment, trying to find an answer to this confusion. He seemed to understand why Arthur thought he was royalty. But...
"I'm not a noble. I even hate them. But... ugh... I am not royalty either.. Can you just accept that explanation?"
"Ah?" Arthur wanted to choke Robert's neck until the light disappeared from his eyes, but he could only swallow his frustration and nod. There was no answer other than "yes" to a request by someone as high-ranking as Robert.
Even so, who was Robert if he wasn't a noble or royalty? Although the commoners despised the nobles, they wouldn't dare to say it frankly, they didn't even dare to show the hatred in their eyes. Only someone with power equal to that of a noble could afford to hate a noble and express it openly.
"So, can you answer my first question? What the hell are you doing?"