The door was slightly opened, it was a fairly large room.
Teller closed the door, took off the slippers prepared by the door, walked inside with the box placed at the door, and came to the living room.
What comes into view in the living room is not the soft sofa and the window sill filled with mysterious fog on the side, but the person sitting silently on the sofa peeling an apple.
She had dark red hair that shone slightly in the black, and she was wearing pajamas that didn't match her elegant hair color at all. Her sharp eyes were staring at the direction where the tip of the knife slid across the apple.
I don’t know if he sensed Teller’s arrival, or the apple in his hand just finished peeling perfectly.
Isel slowly put away his aggressive eyes, chewed the apple in his mouth and looked at his roommate who looked very dumb.
"Aren't you tired of carrying the box all the time?"
Teller was shocked by this unexpected image. He was so shocked that he was stunned for a moment and then slowly stretched out his hand
"Osman Teller."
Iser put down the knife in his hand, wiped his hand with a tissue in panic and then held it.
"Isel Tris."
The prince in front of him does not have the aura that a prince should have at all. Instead, he is more like an ordinary person. If his sequence and identity were not too sensitive, no one may be able to see that such a person can be the prince of a country.
.
But the more such a person is, the more dangerous it is that Teller feels.
Showing off his sharp edge may be more in line with Teller's suspicions about him. After all, his situation will become more dangerous once he moves into this room. This is an opportunity that those who want his life cannot miss. After all, the traitor is the fault of the traitor.
It’s just right on the head of Teller, who also has a special identity.
But now Iser seems to have no defense and even lives a little comfortably.
Trailer loosened his grip and stared at Iser, thinking about something, but Iser only felt embarrassed and pointed to the other side of the living room.
"The bedroom is right there. You can go in and put your things away. By the way, the bed by the window is yours."
Only then did Terrell realize his rashness
"Ah~~Thank you."
After laughing to relieve the awkward atmosphere, he carried the suitcase and walked to the bedroom. When he opened the door, it was a double room with a small table on both sides of the two beds and a table in the middle with a lamp on it.
Desk lamp.
Terrell pressed the button on the wall and the lights slowly turned on. While opening the box and sorting out the clothes Eric had brought him, he waited for Isel's further action, although he looked harmless and even a little dazed.
However, a normal person would not be peeling apples in the living room during this period of time. Besides, he should have just awakened his ability, and he may not be able to talk about it yet, so he should be there to check his luggage.
Who is the master?
Just as Teller took out his fifth suit and hung it in the closet facing his bedside, the bedroom door was opened, and Isel walked into the room while brushing his teeth.
Three question marks above Terrell's head were swaying in the night sky. What kind of prince was this? He was so casual.
But what Iser said was not as nonsensical as his actions. He brushed his teeth and spoke vaguely
"Youngest son of the Osman family, no one may have told you, but I am the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Tris and I am also the [World] sequence. You understand what I mean."
After tidying up my clothes, I thought to myself that he really understood his situation.
Teller turned around and was about to respond to what he said, but saw the toothpaste foam dripping onto the ground, and pointed to the toothpaste on the ground
"That...your toothpaste."
Isel glanced at the toothpaste on the ground and walked out of the dormitory as if nothing had happened. After a while, he came back with a piece of paper. His mouth should have been cleaned, wiped the floor, and repeated it again.
What I just said
"Younger son of the Osman family, no one may have told you, but I am the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Tris and I am also the [World] sequence. You understand what I mean."
Teller was already confused. He never expected that Iser was such a person, as if he had attribute restraint. Originally, Teller wanted to talk about this very serious and important issue seriously, and he was already prepared.
Okay, the prince will probably go back and forth with various plans, and the result.........
I don’t know if he was infected by Iser or something else, but Teller decided to cater to his interesting personality and said in a provocative tone
"You mean I should bow to you?"
Iser thought for a moment and lay sideways on the bed
"It's not impossible, it's just that I didn't mean it."
Teller looked at the person in front of him and smiled silly in his heart. He quickly calmed down and replied in a normal tone
"Of course I know you didn't mean it that way, Iser-san."
Isel lay down again and asked as if he was reassured
"Then are you moving out tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? Classmate Taylor."
"I choose not to move."
When Isel heard what Terrell said, he sat up suddenly again
"You don't understand at all, don't you? It's hard for us to survive until the next semester with you here~~~~"
After tidying up the wardrobe and closing it, Teller was about to take out the gear rose, but unexpectedly discovered that Eric had prepared a small vase for flower arrangements next to the rose. He took out the rose and the small vase and placed them next to his bed.
Place it on the table and reply slowly
"Don't worry, I have someone in the academy."
What Terrell said was not groundless. He did not feel that the kingdom arranged for him to be placed in this dormitory. Wilson was not a stupid person, but he did not care at all that Terrell and Iser lived together.
It is enough to explain the problem.
This is a residence arranged by the college on its own. Maybe it is for protection together or something. Teller doesn't know, but as long as they know that the college is watching them again, it is enough.
But when Isel listened to Teller's words, he thought of his sister-----Osman Wendy.
In the two days since he came to the academy, he has heard people mention this person - the [Judgment] sequence of the single [Thunder] element. I heard that he is still studying in the academy. He is indeed a powerful bodyguard, but Isel is not
Understand the meaning of what Trailer did, he had no reason to do this.
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Sighing and lying on the bed
"I don't want to owe anyone a favor."
"You are the eldest prince, aren't you? And I will be the next head of the Osman family. Maybe I will need your help in the near future."
Iser was stunned, but didn't know what to say. As a [World] sequence, he was lucky to survive. There were actually people who expected him to become a king. He was really a gambler
"I am the [World] sequence."
Iser said with some self-deprecation
"I know, but it doesn't determine anything, right?"
Terrell did not look at Iser, but said these words from the heart privately.
Iser chuckled lightly. He did not believe what Terrell said, because he had heard too many such meaningless words in his short life, and without exception, they did not do what they said.
like that.
But Iser decided to make such a "deal", maybe to get revenge on the hypocrite in front of him for getting nothing in the end, maybe not, he didn't know.
He stood up from the bed, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes but stretched out his right hand
"You don't want to know what happens if you fool me, Osman Teller."
Teller also extended his right hand and said with a smile as if he had succeeded
"I wouldn't know, Isselle Trees."
"You'll gain nothing."
Trall did not reply, but looked at Iser with a wicked smile.
Iser no longer paid attention to Teller's expression, but just let it go, and shrank back into his bed.
After a while, Teller also packed up his things, washed and changed clothes, turned off the wall lamp, and lay down in bed.
In the dark night, Iser, who should have fallen asleep long ago, closed her eyes and stared at the wardrobe in front of her.
It was an indescribable emptiness.
Those are a pair of eyes that seem to be stained with blood.