I Give Up on the BL Novel's Male Leads - Chapter 77
The prophecy was something Edwin had heard even when he was Crown Prince.
“Is that all you have to say?”
“Indeed. We just wanted to highlight how wrong the prophets were.”
Damon felt increasingly uneasy at the Second Prince words. It was as if he was witnessing a dirty political fight right in front of him.
“Prophets always say whatever they want, don’t they? And they don’t get punished even if they’re wrong,” he quipped.
That was why.
Damon chose not to side with the Second Prince, turning the conversation into a witty remark instead.
“Does young Duke Candelaria think so?”
“Of course. One of the prophets even said my father would go bald this year. Instead, he’s been plucking hair with tweezers every day because he has so much of it.”
“Young Duke?”
“You can check at the next court meeting. His nose hairs grow so quickly, they once looked like they were wriggling like catfish.”
Damon didn’t mind making a joke at his father’s expense. It wouldn’t harm the prestigious reputation of Duke Candelaria who the imperial family could not even treat carelessly.
Edwin, meanwhile, was taken aback by Damon’s unexpected support.
“Ha….”
“Yes, one prophet said I’d be engaged within six months, but I’m still single.”
“Same here.”
“Me too.”
“One told me I’d end up with my first love, but she married another noble.”
“They said I’d be fire-elemental when I was born, but I’m actually earth-elemental.”
Damon’s amusing comments encouraged other students to share their own experiences.
The Second Prince interpreted Damon’s actions as harmless, thinking he was merely naive.
“Second Prince, I’d like to find the person who struck me on the back of my head.”
The Second Prince knew Damon well. He was straightforward, enjoyed banter, and had a way of subtly breaking decorum without being offensive.
“Indeed, that’s important.”
This actually made him more likable. Despite being one of the highest-ranking nobles after the imperial family, Damon didn’t flaunt it.
As an ally, he certainly seemed like an attractive asset.
“Are you the one who filed the report earlier?”
“That’s right. And those guys they just took away? I was the one who reported them too.”
Damon replied, smiling brightly at the officer.
“Lena, Melias. Let’s head upstairs together.”
“Yes.”
With that, the three of them, along with the officer and several onlookers, began making their way upstairs. Edwin’s expression darkened, as if he was burdened with some concern.
A considerable number of people followed them to the second floor. A psychometry specialist from the city guard stepped forward, ready to read the memories.
“Everyone, please remain quiet. This magic requires a high level of concentration.”
Being well-educated students, they quickly fell silent at his request. The psychometry specialist began to read the memories embedded in the sofa.
“Huh? This is…!”
The officer exclaimed, his face looked confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s strange. It seems like someone has the ability to distort the memories of objects.”
“What?”
“That’s impossible…”
“Try again.”
“…Alright.”
The psychometry specialist replied, clearly flustered as the other officers shared their magic to encourage him.
It took much longer this time. The room was so quiet that even the faintest sound could be heard. Everyone on the second floor waited for the officer to speak.
“This is unusual. I can see someone, but everything around them is pitch black. I can’t hear anything either.”
“Can you see me getting hit on the head and passing out?”
“Yes, I can see that. But there’s a young lady with the person, though she’s barely visible. And the person in black clothing….”
The psychometry specialist continued, trembling.
“I can’t see them clearly. I can only make out their outfit…”
He trailed off, then suddenly gasped.
“A black uniform with a dark red cloak…ugh!”
The specialist vomited blood, seemingly having overexerted himself.
Noticing the commotion, Illein discreetly transferred some of her magic to the psychometry specialist to help him recover.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
The specialist replied, his internal injuries feeling much better thanks to Illein’s healing magic.
Lost in thought for a moment, the psychometry specialist then clenched his hand tightly, channeling his magic to produce fragments of the memory.
“I’ll show you what I saw.”
“That would be better. Identifying the culprit will make the arrest easier.”
The guard officers were eager to leave the tense atmosphere created by the intimidating princes.
