Magical Boys Lost on Earth

Rômulo Wohtinger

If you haven't noticed yet, I'm the protagonist and that's my story then you can get used to the sound of my voice. Now, to the teacher's office. Where is it really? Wait, I have a maid for this. Although she is still frozen.

— So, I suppose I have to find the way alone. — I try to speculate in a loud, clear tone to wake her up.

The maid recovers from the shock and finally responds in a low voice while turning her back at me.

— I am under your orders your highness, follow me — She's avoiding making eye contact with me, interesting. Her hair is black like most of the population of Kreg, she does not appear to have any striking feature. If I would describe her, I would say that she was one of the many who were also taken to the castle to show the power of the king.

The sound of wooden shoes echoed through the high corridors, the servant widened her steps to increase the distance in front of a pursuer. Unfortunately for her, as she increases her speed I do the same. A few minutes ago I cheated on a maid because I didn't want to walk, so you must be wondering why the hell am I walking fast now? The answer is simple, it is fun to see this maid's reactions of discomfort just by getting close to me. I bet she can feel my gaze on her back. The second reason is also very logical, these corridors are as clear as the sky. I'm just taking advantage of her shadow.

The maid's steps hide my light steps, so maybe in her perspective, it looks like she is being followed by a ghost. She is definitely shivering like she saw one. I can't help myself and a smile covers my face, this maid too funny.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that we arrived and turned to greet me, catching me off guard. But her astonished face when she realized that I was smiling made it more difficult for me to return to normal composure.

I stifle a laugh and reply.

—Released! You can go.

—As ... you wish, your highness. —Answers the servant with a shaky voice and hurried away after a respectful greeting. I press to decorate her face, so I can play with her later. Damn, I suck at remembering faces.

Anyway, let's get to business.

I face the name engraved on the door. And I suppose I'm lying so hard these days that my lies are becoming true. Let's see how I can take advantage of the current situation.

When I opened the door I noticed that the place was like a mini version of the library, although different.

The shelves gold decorated, the books were all new and well maintained.

The sun's rays coming from the open window made the room feel refreshing, soothing, and to my dismay, brilliant.

A tall, well-dressed man in the colors of the flag, was sitting in an armchair by the window while his whole being seemed lost among the pages of the book he reads. His brown hair with a few white strands seemed to shine in the sunlight.

I'm not exactly in the mood to be ignored. I look at one of the maps on the table and clear my throat as I wait patiently for the water-green-eyed man to notice me.

The man fumbled over the sudden noise, casting a startled look in all directions before finally finding me in one of the shaded corners of the room.

He gets up and then quickly bows in respect before declaring himself.

— Oh! But to what do I owe the honor of finally receiving your Highness into my quarters? — Rômulo exclaimed while opening a big commercial smile on his face.

— I'm sorry for the rude tone, your magnitude, but unfortunately, I didn't come because I need your teachings but searching for a good counselor. — I tell trying to avoid any small talk.

— And what advice can this simple man give? — Replied the guy trying to please me.

— Unfortunately, it is not even in the books, what a prince must do, as well as a baker, learns from his predecessors, hereditary and orally how to exercise his profession. I came to seek knowledge of someone more experienced… Ah! Let the acting go away at once! I seek more about a prophecy. — I said perhaps with a little too arrogant tone.

— And what makes you believe that I can answer this? — replied Rômulo, getting tired of my mess.

— The name Rômulo Wohtinger is engraved on the door of your chambers. Which coincidentally is very similar to the family of the first king of Castile after the death of the hero, Arthur Wohger? — This room is too bright, I want to get out of here soon. My voice may be getting more and more irritating due to my bad mood, I must look like a child throwing a tantrum. I have to learn to control this better. But in this situation, it should help me.

— Your Highness urges me to be a Spy? Or even part of the enemy royalty? And why such speculation? Allow me to say that I grew up and learned everything I know in your lands and I never abandoned them. If you owe me the right to be rude, would Your Highness, by any chance, make a fool of me, or do you have ulterior motives against your country? — Inquired the man like a theater actor reacting to a murder charge. — And here we go with the theater again. When can I have lunch?

— Yes, it is very rude of you to speculate on your own. I think you're worthy of the fact that you seem to have a good view of both sides of the story and a long experience in terms of political issues. Besides, I am always attentive to the news that goes on in court. I heard from a servant that you have the strange habit of releasing doves at night that by some coincidences fly towards the border. What excuses do you have against my arguments? — It's good that he doesn't have any because otherwise, I just got in more trouble.

— Well, I see that the rumors about your intelligence are real, your highness has a good point, even if somewhat mistaken, if I may say. Do your highness need information about the current situation in Castela, to take advantage of it? — Rômulo was surprised, but not scared, yet still, a small chance that I can get rid of all this confusion if I press him a little.

He had probably heard absurd rumors about me, like the rumor that I know everything that happened in the past and that I could accurately say what would happen in the future. Of course, at first, nobody believes. On Rômulos first, and only class with me, I probably looked like a fool disinterested in the powers of knowledge. Well. I don't have vast knowledge, but I know how to use it to my advantage.

— Quite the contrary, my dear teacher. Why would I try to take advantage of distant lands, when I have something much more valuable at the touch of my hands?

— I question him with a sarcastic smile. I don't think I'll ever seem intimidating with those smiles, but cuddly will do, too.

—So what does your highness intend to do, become a traitor?— Asked Rômulo.

Is he trying to maintain this annoying cover? Without having any idea that I, even though unintentionally, already revealed his true identity to the king? Well, let's hope he stops this soon if I push the bar.

— No more pretending please, I already said I know who you are. And I will cooperate with any proposal as long as it is to my advantage.

— And who am I? —Now, this was annoyingly cliche what does he hope to gain from it? I want to have lunch!

— Stop denying, this is already getting boring. Are we going to reach an agreement or not? — Said already losing patience.

The scene of a 5-year-old boy pouting and speaking in an extremely selfish tone, definitely made his first action be to repress me and show him the meaning of the word respect.

To his unhappiness, the person he spoke to was the prince of his supposed nation and who had the greatest advantage over the current situation. Me. Then open that mouth and speak the words I want to hear so much for once!

— Your Highness, I understand your position, but if this is an agreement, then I believe that there must be understanding and understanding on both sides, and for this reason, there is no reason for your exaltation. -— Having to act cautiously to satisfy a spoiled child's ego, was killing him, I can see how tired he is. Yet, he kept his composure. Filling my ego at least he already got it, I flee in this difficult position cannot be discredited as boring.

— What would be the terms of such an agreement? — I ask, interested in the subject.

 Apparently, Rômulo had achieved his goal much earlier than expected, he opens that commercial smile again and continues to speak.

— If I may, I would like a small favor in exchange for your answers about the prophecy and any other. — The professor contested in a cautious tone.

“What favor would that be?” I reply, to something suspicious in this conversation.

—I would like your Highness to answer honestly one of my questions, only that neither more nor less, anything ahead will be the subject of another matter. - Rômulo explained calmly as if he wants nothing.

— It seems like a good deal, what would be the question? - Curious reply. By the way, who would say? In the end, the lemons were exotic oranges that give the most refined juice!

— If your majesty had the means to change some things about our current political situation and the power to convince numerous people to follow your ideas, what would you do?

Soon I realize the intentions of Rômulo's words, it seems that I have a new objective.

— But of course...