Not Your Perfect Prince
Phase Two Plan!

Star Light Academy, Professor Elin's room.

"Ouch! Can't you treat me more gently, Master? You're too wild."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, Master."

Reinhart smiled bitterly as he looked at Professor Elin. Looking at the woman sitting in her chair while propping up her chin with a cold expression, she could only give up. After all, the distance of their strength was too far.

"Show me your lightning element magic."

Hearing Professor Elin's orders, Reinhart nodded. He extended his hand. Lightning appeared and danced around his hands.

Seeing the blue lightning mixed with a hint of black, Professor Elin's eyes narrowed.

BRUISES!

Reinhart was stunned when the woman suddenly threw a thick book with a hardcover right into her face. The young man looked grim, but had absolutely no intention of protesting.

Professor Elin massaged his forehead. He did not expect that the cold and calm-looking Prince had such a careless side, even looking like a reckless rascal!

"Yes ... Sooner or later you will experience it, so it's okay. Then, we'll focus on the next stage of the exercise."

"Eh?" Reinhart tilted her head with a puzzled look on her flat face.

"First, you have to bring this."

Professor Elin stretched out her hand. Suddenly ...

Bam!

A huge sword fell in front of Reinhart.

Looking at the crack on the floor, the corner of Reinhart's lips twitched. He couldn't help but ask.

"I appreciate your gift, Master. However I am a light sword user and rely on speed, so—"

"Who said I gave it to you?"

"Eh?"

"I just loan it to you. Use for practice, a thousand full swings per day."

"..."

Looking at the jet-black greatsword with many purple runes, Reinhart's expression was somewhat complicated. Sighing, the young man finally chose to take the sword. However ...

"..."

Clutching tightly to the sword hilt with both hands, Reinhart saw that the sword was only slightly moving. He then looked towards his teacher while asking.

"How heavy is this sword, Master?"

"One seal is removed, 500 kilograms."

"..."

Reinhart. According to what he remembered, in his previous life, the record for weightlifting was 500 kilograms. The one who was able to do so had a strong physique, big like a bear! Although himself ...

Looking at the slender hands and the soft white skin as silk, Reinhart was speechless. Although he trained a lot, but it was clear what 'Reinhart' trained before was not such extreme physical training.

"Anu .. Aren't I just practicing to control the demon bloodline and the darkness element, Master? Do I—"

"Stop whining like a girl and stop lazing around. It's important!"

Reinhart. I was confused whether to cry or laugh. He looked towards the sword then towards his teacher, then the young man's expression suddenly changed.

"Stop thinking something rude, Reinhart!"

"S-I'm just surprised you could use this sword, Master."

"Are you stupid?"

"..."

"I can't lift that sword. I just put it straight into the dimensional bag. Not to mention, I only borrowed that sword from a friend.

Do you think I'm a barbarian woman swinging a sword here and there with a cruel expression?"

"..."

'THEN WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME TO DO IT, J-LANG!'

Reinhart cursed inwardly, but still seemed so relaxed and calm on the surface. He could only take a long breath. Feeling a little regretful because he had to fall into the devilish experiment of the cruel woman.

"You think of something rude, Reinhart?"

"Of course not, Teacher."

"What are you waiting for then? Try doing a hundred swings for warm-up."

"..."

Seeing the devilish smile on Professor Elin's pretty face, Reinhart gritted her teeth. He swore that he would repay her several times.

No longer holding back, the young man exerted all his strength. His entire muscles appeared, the young man slowly but surely began to lift the sword. Yes ... although both of his legs were trembling slightly.

"Wow! As expected of a special demon physique. Though I was just idly opening one seal, 500 kilograms .. You really can still lift it."

"..."

'THIS LETTER ...'

Reinhart cursed inwardly. He did not think that he was being played by his teacher. The hatred that the young man felt instantly rose by several levels, but he did not show it at all.

"Return your breath. Otherwise, you will collapse in just one swing of the sword.

I forgot to. By the way, what did you get on that mission, Reinhart?"

"I ... make a deal .. with ... Viscount Vinn."

"What deal?"

"Line ... sales .. potion."

Just holding back the sword, Reinhart's expression was so bad that she had to answer Professor Elin's question. He started sweating profusely.

"You're planning to sell potions to offset spending in training? Really good idea! Moreover, your talent in potions is also higher than the ones I saw before."

Professor Elin propped up his chin. Said casually, praising while teasing Reinhart.

"If you want to buy materials in bulk, I can give you a path. Of course, as a teacher, I'll give you a discount. Only 90% of the market price."

Hearing that, Reinhart felt warm in her heart. He did not expect that his annoying teacher still had a good side.

"Of course, I actually buy at only 75% of the market price. But as a lane maker, I also have to make a profit, right?"

"..."

BRUK!

The sword in Reinhart's hand slammed down on the floor.

'THIS WOMAN MUST HAVE DELIBERATELY UPSET ME!'

'HOLY BLANK! I ONLY GET 10% DISCOUNT, BUT YOU PROFIT 15% ... BASIC PROFITEER!'

Reinhart roared inwardly. Feeling very depressed, but also a bit happy. Like someone who is full but forced to eat good food.

It's delicious, but it makes you sick!

Looking at his playful smiling teacher, Reinhart promised in his heart.

'TWO ... NAY! I WILL REPLY TO THIS THREEFOLD!'

Together with Reinhart's return and his training going into stage two, time finally passed again.

***

Two and a half months later.

In the backyard of a beautiful house typical of the medieval era, a handsome young man was swinging a large sword.

"Two hundred and forty-eight ... Two hundred forty nine ... Two hundred and fifty!"

The young man only wore black-colored shorts, showing off his extremely well-trained body. Arm muscles, leg muscles, abdominal muscles, even back muscles are well trained. But not the bulgie type, the muscles swell and look big. Instead, his body looked slender but strong.

Like the sculptures done by the best artists!

Finished practicing the sword swing, the young man put the sword to the side then began to relax his body muscles.

Yes ... he is Reinhart. Compared to the beautiful and gentle young man like before, the young man now looked like a more violent and ruthless veteran.

Reinhart's silver hair looked slightly longer and disheveled. The iris of the sapphire tub's eyes was still as cold as before. His expression was also still as flat as before. However ...

There has obviously been a lot of change going on over these two and a half months!

"Anu .. It's time to take a shower and have breakfast, sir!"

Hearing that voice, Reinhart turned her head and looked at the figure of little Lyn in maid clothes. It looks funny and heart warming

A gentle smile appeared on Reinhart's face before finally answering.

"Come by soon ..."

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