The Resurrected Evil Prince Decided to Start an Experiment of Love

y as ‘grass’.
It’s safe to assume that he has no idea of the rarity or splendor of this magical plant.

What a horror.
A shiver runs down my spine when I think of his lack of aesthetic sense despite being the son of that Count Chardin.

But you’ll see, Redhead.

To tell you the truth, today is a glorious day, the first day to start my memorable experiment.
Let me tell you about today’s experiment.

 

Baiting!

 

I opened the door to the magical botany classroom with great enthusiasm, not caring about Mika who was looking at me with a blank stare.

The students inside the class looked at me in unison and bowed.
I said, “Good morning,” in a slightly firmer tone than yesterday, as I strode into the classroom.

It was a small classroom, perhaps because not many people wanted to take the class.
It was a stone building with a blackboard and a desk in front of which the lecturer stood, and about five rows of long desks on a step up above it.
The number of students I saw in the classroom was less than ten.

 

However, all those students couldn’t take their eyes off the skullcap plant in my hand.

Their stares at my hand and their rustling glances as they murmur contained a hint of envy, but not the malice or trepidation that Mika seemed to have expected.
I sat down at the desk in the middle of the room, and I heard Mika’s dismay behind me, saying, “Seriously?”

 

It’s a good reaction.
This reaction should be good.

 

From this point on, I have to say something, because it’s not possible for people who are not close to me, a prince, to start a conversation first.
Sweat drips down my face.
But I’m okay.
I told myself that it would be all right, and opened my mouth boldly.

 

“I-I-I’ve been cultivating s-some skullcap plant, e-err, i-is a-anyone interested?”

“You stutter too much.”

 

I could hear the calm retort from next to me, but I could say it in the end, and I think I said it nicely.

I glanced at the male student sitting beside me, wondering what his reaction would be.
His eyes suddenly met with mine, this short-haired student froze with his mouth open, and then he spoke up.

 

“Cultivating? You don’t mean to say that you cultivated it yourself, Your Highness Nagi?!”

“I-I did.
I picked it this morning from the greenhouse.”

“Amazing.
I’ve never seen the real thing before.”

“May I take a look, Your Highness?”

 

For almost the first time in my life, I see people gathered around me, and I slowly begin to tear up.
I look back at Mika, but I don’t cry, because I’m a man.

Mika looked kind of relieved and smiled at me, which made me feel relieved as well.

Even Professor Fellman, the old man lecturer with a long white beard, who entered the classroom halfway, joined us.
We were all very enthusiastic about the skullcap plant.

And then, I thought.

 

(The baiting strategy is a great success!)

 

I looked at Mika proudly with a sparkle in my eye, and he gave me a wry smile.

For a while, Professor Fellman stood by our side, explaining the beauty of the skullcap plant and its benefits, then he stood up on the podium and said.

 

“Ho ho, we had a more meaningful time than the lecture I had prepared for you.
Besides, it was fortuitous to know that His Highness Nagi is interested in botany.
In this lecture, we will be learning about the management, cultivation, gathering, and experimentation of magical plants that will be essential to this world.”

 

Seeing Professor Fellman’s trembling legs, everyone felt worried when he mentioned “gathering the plants”.
But still, my heart was filled with the realization that everyone here, even though small in number, was interested in magical plants.

 

There is no way I can be loved immediately by an unspecified large number of people.

 

I thought it would be nice to get to know the other students from the academy who liked the same things and had the same interests.
Mika understood the meaning of my actions, and although he probably had no interest in the plants, he was watching me with a smile on his face.

 

Then Professor Fellman concluded the lesson, and the lecture was over.

 

“Well then, I look forward to seeing all of you again next semester.”