A prince from a certain American comic book

Claire didn't look at it closely, but instead focused on the current time and found the course that Ike should be taking.

From 10:00 to 10:52, science and management.

It seems that Ike's intention is to pursue a management style, so this course is considered Ike's major course, and it is decorated with a five-pointed star at the end of the course name.

As for the others?

There was a mandatory English honors course, and another foreign language was required. Ike chose French, simply because French sounded more prestigious. Ike had originally wanted to choose Japanese, but unfortunately, Quaker High School didn't offer that course...

Even if he did, Ike would probably hesitate, since choosing Dongguo Language as his foreign language major would be somewhat fraudulent.

For a king, telling a lie is one thing, but deceiving is another; there is a difference between the two.

Claire looked up and asked, "Did you take the books?"

Ike patted the backpack behind him and shrugged, saying, "I need to go to the logistics department again to get the key to my locker, and then go to the teaching materials department on the fifth floor to retrieve the books and put them in my locker."

Because it's a system where students move between classes, having your own locker is essential. After all, nobody wants to carry around a huge pile of books or a heavy backpack on campus; that would make handsome guys look like losers and beautiful girls look like dorks.

Efficiency is important. Should you run around with books to find the key, or get the key first and then get the books?

The king's image is very important, and Ike values ​​his appearance highly unless necessary.

Claire nodded.

Ike said to Claire, "Claire, I'm fine. There are school buses that pass by Biying Street this afternoon."

"How did you know?"

"The female student who just came out of the office is our ninth-grade student representative; she told me that."

“…Alright.” Claire nodded, glanced at the time on her watch, and didn’t insist. As she turned to leave, she suddenly remembered something and said to Ike, “By the way, when you get off the bus after school, don’t wait until you hear ‘Biying Street’ before you get off. Get off when you hear ‘Elm Street,’ okay?”

"understood."

"Alright, I'll be going now."

"Goodbye."

When Claire's figure disappeared down the corridor, Ike chuckled softly.

Just then.

As Ike recalled what Claire had just said, his body, which was about to turn around, froze instantly.

……and many more.

What street did Claire just say it was?

Elm Street?

The street where Freddy Krueger lived?

Oni-shet.

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After all, Ike felt that his experiences in this ordinary world were a bit too extensive, so to avoid Ms. Carter's prediction coming true, Ike had already adopted the principle of "minding his own business" during his high school years.

But right now?

Claire actually told him that the neighborhood they were in also had a name called Elm Street?

Ike was completely at a loss.

If it were any other demon, Ike might be confident he could stay out of it.

But what about Freddy, who went on a killing spree on Elm Street?

While Ike sympathizes with Freddy's story of being wrongly accused and burned to death, who knows if this guy might implicate innocent people?

Especially Claire.

Once the gears of fate begin to turn, all the residents of Elm Street will be affected, after all, it was every single person on Elm Street who burned Freddy alive back then.

How to do?

As Ike looked up and walked towards the logistics building, he thought to himself, after all, his home was now, after all, on Elm Street.

"This is simply an undeserved disaster." Ike muttered with some distress as he collected his locker key.

"What did you say?" The somewhat plump woman who was registering Ike looked up at Ike and frowned.

Ike smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying, "I didn't say anything."

The woman glanced at the blond, blue-eyed Ike a few more times, then handed him the key to the locker and said, "Number 234, your locker."

Ike politely thanked him, then took the keys and left the logistics office, heading towards the lesson plan office on the fifth floor.

After half an hour.

Ike opened the cabinet and threw a huge pile of books he was carrying into it.

Jesus Christ.

Who told him that local students are the happiest?

There are way too many books here.

Ike thought to himself, somewhat speechless.

Just as he closed the cabinet, he immediately noticed a girl with a retro bad girl style standing next to him.

Ike glanced at the name on the cabinet.

Lily Aldrin.

Ike blinked, and the girl named Lily Aldrin, who had a bad-girl style, noticed Ike and said irritably, "What?"

Ike smiled slightly and extended his right hand, saying, "Ike Adair, you just transferred here today."

Lily, who was half a head shorter than Ike, glanced at Ike's outstretched right hand and said, "Don't you know it's very impolite to reach out to a girl?"

Ike smiled wryly as he watched Lily Aldrin's departing figure.

Ok.

Lily Aldrin was indeed a bad girl in high school.

It's just that kind of cute mischievousness.

quite a while.

In the school cafeteria, Ekmer sat in a corner, silently observing the relationships between the students.

Without him.

He wanted to take this opportunity to clarify once and for all the dangers he knew were lurking within the Quaker high school he had enrolled in.

He will never let Ms. Carter's prediction come true.

A great king's successor, though he may not travel through places where flowers bloom or wine flows freely, cannot possibly be accompanied by terror and death wherever he goes.

He is the king.

He is not some plague king or death emperor.

If Ms. Carter's prediction comes true, and this gets back to the supernatural world, the image of a future wise ruler that Ike has painstakingly built up over fifteen years under his sister Elsa's strict upbringing will be instantly destroyed.

This must never happen.

Absolutely not.

Fortunately, aside from the two groups of people he encountered upon entering the school and Lily Aldrin, whom he met in the rest corridor, Ike didn't hear any names that sounded familiar to him from horror, thriller, or mystery films.

Ike didn't let his guard down.

Without him.

How many students are there in a Quaker school? Their names are all different. If we were to list them like the characters in a movie, then it's obvious—each student is a character from a movie.

3 PM.

After finishing his French and local history classes, Ike went straight to the school gate and boarded the campus bus to go home.

Theoretically, school shouldn't end this early, but today was Ike's first day reporting for duty, and he hadn't decided which club activity he wanted to participate in, so he simply boarded the school bus with the other students who didn't have any club activities or weren't participating in any.

Goodbye, Dean.

Goodbye, Chris.

See you tomorrow, Dean.

"Bye-Bye."

Ike, sitting by the window in the middle of the bus, watched Dean, who was wearing a leather jacket, get on his motorcycle and ride off.

Chris, Jesse, and Quentin got on the bus.

The three were positioned directly in front of Ekko, so Ekko could hear their conversation.

“Dean doesn’t seem to be in a good state these past few days.” Chris, who has blond hair and looks almost exactly like a grown woman, said with some concern, “We should help him.”

Quentin, with his middle-part hair, said, "These past few days, Dean has been sleeping in Nancy's hotel all the time."

Jesse nudged Quentin on the shoulder and said, "Can you stop being such a spoilsport?"

Quentin shrugged.

Chris, who looked remarkably like the Emperor, couldn't help but shake her head upon seeing this.

Dean was probably two years older than them and had a driver's license; Chris had ridden in Dean's car a few times.

As a result, Jesse became suspicious.

Ultimately, Chris couldn't stand Jesse's personality and suggested breaking up and remaining friends, but Jesse stubbornly believed that Chris dumped him because of Dean.

Let alone seeing Dean, even just hearing Dean's name would ignite a burning rage in Jesse.

Sitting in the back seat, Ike squinted as he listened to the conversation between the three people in the front row.

Nancy?

restaurant?