Dragon Necromancer: Starting With First Dragon Bloodline-Chapter 45: No Evidence

Noa, however, sighed and nodded to the girl. "It’s okay. I will be right back." Then he looked back at the guards and said, "Lead the way."

Thalia wanted to follow him.

But she was stopped swiftly, a hint of worry flashing across her face.

She knew nothing would happen to him. The dreams showed her he had yet to experience wonderful things in the academy.

Also, she was confident in his capabilities and was sure nothing bad would happen to him.

Still, her heart stirred for him. "Please," she muttered silently. "Protect him... just like you did in my visions."

Noa, on the other hand, walked calmly.

’I knew they would come. But this is too soon. What did that old fart say for them to act so rashly?’ he thought, observing the two guards guiding his way.

There was nothing his bare eyes could detect on them, especially with no beasts in sight.

As he began to partially activate the Dragon Gaze, his deep senses stopped him. A sudden fear gripped his heart, warning that it would be a fatal mistake.

The guards were strong.

Stronger than Instructor Zen, even without summoning their beasts.

So Noa held his curiosity in check and silently followed behind, observing the surrounding palace and basking in its majesty.

They walked upstairs, almost reaching the highest floor of the building.

"Do you have any idea why they want to see me?" Noa questioned, still wanting to know more about the situation.

The same guard who had spoken to him earlier halted his step.

An abrupt thud echoed from the marble staircase, gleaming under the sun.

"You are under investigation," he said, his deep ocean eyes peering at Noa. They made Noa feel like his every secret lay bare in front of the man, and it was only a matter of time before he was punished.

"For what?" Noa gulped and asked.

He didn’t lower his gaze, his eyes locking with the guard’s.

Seeing this, the man narrowed his eyes. "You will see," he answered and immediately turned around.

Before he could take a single step, Noa tapped his shoulder and asked again, "But I want to know now. I have to be ready when the council starts questioning me, right?"

"I am sure you are well aware of why they want to see you," the guard said without looking back.

"That’s the thing," Noa muttered and took one step ahead of the man. "I am not sure why they are calling for me. Whatever it is, it’s just some ploy someone set up against me."

This time, the second guard, who had been silent the entire time, glared at Noa.

Without a word, she pointed at him, signaling for him to close his mouth and keep moving.

To which Noa only sighed.

’They don’t want to spill the beans, huh?’ he thought and complied.

Two minutes later, accompanied by the two guards, he stood before a tall wooden door bearing a familiar Council crest.

He pushed the gates open and entered calmly.

His company stayed behind, not even looking at his departure.

Inside, the council room was quiet. There was a strong incense scent lingering in the chamber, creating an eerie, somewhat religious atmosphere.

At the far end of the room, seven elders sat in a semi-circle.

No one spoke as Noa stepped forward and stopped at the center of the room.

He didn’t bow.

Nor did he greet them with the usual politeness they were used to.

One of the members, an older man with a long silver beard, leaned from his seat and hissed, his voice sharp. "Noa Ryan Osborn, you were seen using an unregistered artifact on academy grounds. Do you have anything to say to protect your name?"

"Yes," Noa nodded.

His heart was racing from the experience.

The situation lacked any form of justice. He was already claimed to be a criminal, and no one bothered to check the facts.

"You may speak," another member tapped her finger against the armrest. "But every lie you say will only make your punishment harsher."

"It’s alright," Noa snorted. "I have no intention of being punished in the first place. All I am asking for is evidence."

"Evidence?" the silver-bearded man repeated. "What are you talking about?"

Noa shook his head. ’What I was expecting,’ he sighed and said, "If you are blaming me for committing a crime, isn’t it common sense for you to show me some evidence?"

He paused and scanned the council.

Each word he uttered calmed his heart and made his voice sharper. "Where is the so-called artifact I used? How come I am the only one who doesn’t even know where it is?"

A heavy silence followed his question.

Then, a short woman with ginger hair spoke this time. "Instructor Zen has already submitted a formal complaint. According to his reports and the students we questioned, despite owning a Graveworm, you managed to disturb his mana flow."

"And?" Noa asked in full seriousness, as if he found nothing strange about the subject.

Another elder, this one half-bald, added, "Such an act should be impossible. Graveworms have no such ability. And yet, it happened. The only explanation is that you used an artifact. One capable of affecting even the tier 6 beast’s mana patterns."

Noa blinked, smirking. "And my question remains. The artifact... where is it? If I really have such a groundbreaking artifact, show it to me and prove that it belongs to me. Then I would gladly accept any punishment."

"That is what Instructor Zen claims, and what the students present at the scene also confirmed," a muscular woman replied. "He felt how you disturbed his mana flow."

"So now I am judged based on someone’s feelings?" Noa said. "Because he lost to the student?"

A silence fell. Again.

"You are avoiding the point," the bearded man said. "No common-ranked beast can do that, yet you did it with Graveworm? That is nothing but a load of crap!"

The man then looked at his fellow members and suggested, "Why are we even wasting time here? What’s the point of speaking with a criminal who can’t prove his innocence and expects us to prove it for him?"

Before other members came to the conclusion, Noa spoke again,

"So that’s how it is. Instead of investigating the teacher’s failure, you are pinning the blame on a student."

"That’s enough," someone declared, silencing the room.

However, Noa had no intention of lowering his head, and despite the crushing pressure on his body, he still spoke,

"No, it’s not." His voice was louder, sharper than ever. "Test me. Summon Instructor Zen and let me show you his weakness."