DAMIAN(6)
As Damian flipped the page of his book, he heard an odd sound and looked in that direction. The sound came from Chris, who had been sleeping sprawled out on the sofa but fell to the floor when he tossed in his sleep. The sight of Chris climbing back onto the sofa made Damian chuckle.
Even though vacation had already began, Chris remained at the Academy. And whenever it was time to eat, he would knock on the door of Damianâs room. Once it reached the third day, Damien asked Chris why he wasnât going home, and Chris scratched his head, looking awkward and replied.
[I feel like things got bigger because I got involved and all the blame was shifted to you. I know you never went against those guys before. Because of me, your fight with them got bigger and you were even punished with suspension.]
[Itâs not your fault.]
[I feel terrible, I canât just go home like this. Iâll stay and be punished with you. Uh...Am I bothering you by any chance? If you tell me not to come, I wonât.]
Even though he said that, it was glaringly obvious that Chris was worried that he was really being a bother, so Damian couldnât tell him not to come to his face.
[...Do what you want.]
And so from the next morning onwards, Chris came to Damianâs room to kill time and stayed until it was late as if it was his own room. He wasnât doing anything much. He didnât disturb Damianâs reading, he played with the fox, then picked up a book and if that was boring too, he took a nap. The interesting part was that Asha, who was usually shy of strangers, quickly became friendly with Chris. For Damian, it was his first time dealing with a guy like Chris who approached him so cheekily. He didnât know how to handle him but he didnât hate it.
âDamian.â
âWhat.â
âIs it time for dinner yet?â
âLunch wasnât that long ago.â
âTime is moving really slow today, must be because itâs the last day. Is your name your real one?â
According to the academyâs policy, when a teacher called a student, or when students referred to each other, they must be called by their names, not honorary title, regardless of their status. Many of the students who found it insulting to have anyone call their noble name, registered a pseudonym for use only in the academy.
âYes, it is.â (Damian)
âMine is my real name too. Will you keep staying at the academy during the vacation?â
âI have to go home.â
âAh...youâre going home.â
Chris wanted to invite him to his house, but could only smack his lips with regret. After their brief conversation ended, Chris sprawled himself across the sofa again and when he heard a knock on the door, he abruptly lifted his head. Damian put his book down and fixed his gaze on the door too. When the knock on the door came a second time, Chris sprang to his feet.
âIâll get it.â
Chris ran to the door and opened it.
* * *
Hugo glanced at Chris, who was frozen in place as he held the door open, then he entered inside. Damian jumped to his feet in surprise. He couldnât believe his eyes.
âFather.â
Chris had been alternating gazes between the Duke of Taran and the small Duke of Taran with eyes as wide as saucers, and when he heard the word that came out of Damianâs mouth, his jaw went slack.
Hugo cast a glance around the room, taking in its sights for the first time. The small decorations that filled up the room had obviously been used for a long time and the interior design of the room hasnât been changed after it was put in this dorm. Apart from the width, there was nothing particularly eye-catching. Hugo paid a huge amount of money for Damianâs dorm every year. The enormous tuition fees were going elsewhere because this kind of place was definitely not a VIP suite.
âI have to give my thanks.â
He was looking for a reason to change Damianâs boarding course to something else and this was perfect. Changing a course involves dealing with the foundational rules, so an amendment was difficult. Hugo could exert a great deal of influence over the board of directors, but he didnât have the decisive vote to change the foundational rules.
Among the courses at the academy, was a two-year intensive course. As long as you wanted to, during those two years, you could attend any course you wanted to. It was part of the academyâs business insight. In exchange, no certificate for graduation or completion was given. In order to prevent the falsification of academic level due to changing from the intensive course to another course, it was stated as a closed construct rule that one course couldnât be changed to another.
From the way the dorm looked, it was obvious that not just one or two coins were stolen. If this was audited, there was likely going to be a few board of directors caught. From the looks of it, he was going to be able to secure the decisive vote in the board of directors. Since he had now found a way, his wifeâs request was practically solved.
Hugo turned to Damian and looked him over, up and down. He looked bigger than the last time he saw him. Whether it was Damian or Evangeline, once he looked away and turned back, something about them had changed.
âDo you have something left to do?â (Hugo)
Damian had been standing nervously ever since his fatherâs gaze fell on him, so he quickly replied.
âNo, I do not.â (Damian)
âIf thereâs anything you need to pack, pack it now. Weâre going home.â (Hugo)
âBut Iâm currently under confinement...â
âThatâs taken care of.â
âDid something happen at home, by any chance?â
Damian was quickly filled with worry after his surprise over his fatherâs visit had settled down. The face of his mother and younger sister quickly flashed in his mind.
ââSomething happenâ? Well, I canât say nothing happened.â
As he listened to the pair of father and son talk to each other, Chris stealthily approached and continued to alternate glances between them. When he saw them separately, he thought they looked similar, but seeing them side by side, they didnât just look similar, they looked exactly alike. Anyone could tell that they were definitely not strangers. Despite that, if you didnât hear the call of âfatherâ, your first thought would definitely not be that they were as father and son. You would think that they looked more like brothers with a huge age difference.
âSo Damian is really the son of the Duke of Taran? But why doesnât anyone know?â
He could not understand why people didnât know that someone as famous as the Duke of Taran had a son as big as Damian.
Hugo frowned slightly, seeing the boy who had stopped a few steps away from him, shoved his head forward, and was blatantly and rudely staring at him.
âWho are you?â
Chris realized his mistake and stiffened to attention. His fatherâs strict eyes flashed before his eyes. If Chrisâ father, who was always talking about prudence in appearance, saw Chrisâ action today, it wouldnât just end with a few smacks.
âThat was rude of me. I apologize. I am Chris, an academy classmate of Student Damian. It is an honor to meet you.â
Hugo stroked his chin as he watched Chris bend over till he was practically in half.
âYou seem familiar.â (Hugo)
âIâm sorry? Ah...I once gave you my greetings at the New Year party earlier this year.â (Chris)
âDonât tell me he remembers something from almost a year ago?â
When his father was introducing him to people, he had greeted the ducal couple only once.
âOops. I didnât introduce my name properly.â
While Chris agonized over whether to introduce himself again after realizing his mistake, Hugoâs memory came back to him. Hugoâs memory was extraordinary, the only problem was that he hadnât really cared about it.
âThe second son of Marquis Philip.â (Hugo)
âHuh? Y-Yes, youâre right.â (Chris)
âAcademy classmate, you say? What are you doing here?â
âFor that, I...â
Chris was going to confess that he had a huge responsibility in Damianâs suspension. But Damian spoke first.
âHeâs my friend.â
Chris has stayed in his room continuously for several days but Damian couldnât define his relationship with Chris. But after he said it, he realized. Chris was his friend. The first friend he made at the academy. He looked at Chris and found the boy grinning at him and he laughed.
Hugo looked at the two boys with intrigue in his eyes. His wife was very interested in Damianâs friendships.
[Damian never mentions friends in his letters. Could he have no friends?]
[Such things arenât necessary.]
Hugo had never had a friend in his life, nor had he ever wanted one or thought it was necessary. When he said that, his wife looked at him prudishly.
[Well, for me, I hope Damian doesnât end up resembling you in that area.]
Hugo felt wronged; he was criticized even though he was innocent. He felt like at this rate, if Damian had no friends, he would hear that Damian really took after him to be like that. He had been considering sticking a few similar henchmen-like friends by his sonâs side. But with this, his wife would definitely love to hear that Damian had someone to call a friend.
âYou said you were Chris, right? Are you also boarding?â (Hugo)
âNo, sir. I will be going home soon.â (Chris)
âThatâs good then. Come with me too.â (Hugo)
â...Pardon?â
Hugo urged Damian, not answering Chrisâ puzzlement.
âIf youâve packed everything, hurry up.â
There wasnât even time to pack but Damian simply carried Asha in his arms without complaints. And as he followed after Hugo, who was heading to the door, he spoke to Chris, who was just standing there, spaced out.
âWhat are you doing? Letâs go.â
âYou mean me?â
As he looked at this back of his cold-blooded friend, who didnât bother to reply a second time, Chris followed, still dazed. To him, the way this pair of father and son talked was strange.