The Fate Of The World Is In My Hands, But All I Want To Do Is Eat! - Chapter 247

Chapter 247: He was like a prince Chapter 247: He was like a prince “Alice, be nice.” Miss Stella said but Alice didn’t have a favorable impression of Philip for her to act nicely towards him.

“I’ll be nice,” She said and folded her arms.

“…only if he starts being nice to Gramps.” “And what does that have to do with you?!” Philip yelled at her.

“He’s ‘my’ grandfather, so however I choose to act towards him is my business, not yours.” As soon as he said that, Alice glared hatefully, causing him, as well as the others who were next to her to feel heavy and uncomfortable, and she said, “You’re lucky I only stick to calling you an entitled brat.” She said, her tone heavy and nerve-wrackingly scary.

“I have so many words in my head that I can use to describe your insufferable self but I choose not to.” She took a step towards him, and though she was shorter than him, she managed to make him feel so small and intimidated.

“Go on.

Just keep acting like a jerk that needs to be tossed in the gutter and I’ll be sure to…” *Smack* “Ouch!” Leo stopped her from speaking any further with that threatening tone by hitting her on the head and he politely smiled at them.

“Please, ignore her.

She’s high on sleep and will say anything that comes to her mind.” Thanks to Leo’s intervention, the atmosphere that seemed to become so heavy with just Alice’s gaze and her words broke, and Miss Stella took over from there.

“I think we’ve said our hellos,” she said, pushing Philip out of there, but he did not refrain from glaring at her, and to which she stuck her tongue out at him.

“I guess we’ll be seeing each other often, Alice.” Micheal said and walked away.

Alice watched him, staring at his new look.

Wearing a white sports jumpsuit looked so good on him.

He has such broad shoulders and long legs.

It wasn’t like the dark cape and outfit he wore on a daily basis, which likened him to a mysterious character from medieval times.

“Hey, why did you stop me?” Alice asked.

“I was going to give that brat a piece of my mind.” “That’s why I stopped you.” Leo said.

“Your mind is too awful, so I can’t let it out.” “Huh?

What does that mean?” Leo went silent, throwing his face away and refusing to answer any further questions.

‘In any case, Alice could not read his thoughts, so that means he doesn’t exactly hate her.’ Leo thought and closed his eyes.

The students had begun to gather back into formation, all while whispering about what had happened and how it was that Alice and Leo were able to stand their ground in front of that terrifying aura.

“Did you see it?

She looks like an S-class for sure.” “For real?

Does that mean we have an S-class awakened in our school?

How cool is that?” “Hey, didn’t you see?

He got restrained.

I’m sure she wouldn’t have been able to stand still for a second longer.” “Are you a hater?

Didn’t you see how she stood there so nonchalantly and faced his aura without struggling?

She’s definitely on par with him, or even stronger.” The students argued amongst themselves, and of course, they didn’t forget Leo, who stood just as nonchalantly behind Alice, silently monitoring the situation.

“He was like a prince, waiting to dash in and save the girl he cares about if things were too much for her to handle.

So romantic.” “Hah,” a lovestruck girl sighed at Alice’s luck.

“She’s so lucky to have that kind of guy by her side.

I’d give anything to have that kind of guy worship me.” “Who wouldn’t?

He’s so handsome.” Different conversation topics and different lines of interest.

Until someone pointed out a very interesting fact, “Wait, didn’t you see how familiar they all were?

Don’t you think that students knew them before now?

If so, does she already belong to a famous guild and is yet to make her debut because of school?” All eyes fell on Alice and more speculation rose.

Damian, who had been standing right next to other B-class awakeneds, found his way back to Alice since the coordination was scattered.

“Are you okay?” He asked Alice who shifted her gaze to him, and as soon as she did, she threw her arms around him.

“Hah, now I am.” She said.

“I feel so drained with everyone looking at me, but now that you’re here, I feel alive again,” she snuggled her cheeks on his and he flushed.

They were so close and…

All eyes were on them.

“A-Alice, people are…

They’re staring.” He said but Alice wouldn’t give a damn about them.

“So, what?” She asked but then her eyes shot open as she realized something.

“Do they want to snuggle you too?” She shot a glare at them and they immediately turned to look away from them.

With a nervous laugh, Damian said, “I…

I don’t think that’s why they’re staring.” “Who’s that boy now?” “They seem close.” “Then, is the tall black-haired guy her boyfriend or is it the blonde one?” “Hm, that blonde one reminds me of someone but I just can’t put my finger into it.” They were gossiping about this and Damian did not feel very comfortable about it.

He didn’t want a rumor to spread but he couldn’t stop Alice from being so close and clingy either.

“Okay, now that that commotion is out of the way,” Miss Stella decided to continue the introductions.

“Let’s continue.” Micheal stepped up in front of them, and just from seeing his plain white mask, the students went silent.

“Sorry to have appeared out of the blue.

I wanted to leave a lasting first impression but all that seemed to be ruined thanks to the commotion.” “Well, I’m certain your masked face, coupled with your timely intervention left just about enough lasting impression to fill our minds for a year.” One of the students said, quite boldly in fact.

It was a guy with spiky orange hair, a white sweatband around his head, and folded arms.

He had quite the sharp eyes that said, ‘I don’t care what we do, so long as we hurry up and get our hands busy’, and he happened to be a sports enthusiast.

“Haha, quite lively.” Michael laughed.

“Well, I don’t have much to say.

My name is Micheal and as long as you don’t say this word to my face, you’re more than happy to do and say anything else.” “What’s the word?” The orange hair student asked and Micheal went silent, the air suddenly turning stiff as he said, “You’re a weirdo.” He said.

“So long you don’t say that, not to my face, at least, then it’s alright.” It was weird that he would say something like that.

But because he knew they may attempt it, just to know what would happen, he decided to add a few more words.

“And believe me, I’m saying this as a precaution because I wouldn’t want to get my hands dirty for no reason.

That word…

Really puts me in a bad mood.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Author_fredah Hm, he’s warning them.

so, if it happens later, no one’s gonna blame him, welp.