On the other side, Silas, Jacob, and Rhys all attended their classes in the morning. After class, everyone went to the canteen for lunch. After eating, they were bored, they had no more classes that day, and the instructors were free too.
Theron suggested, "Why don't we use this time for a trip outside the academy?"
Draven nodded. He also wanted to go for a walk with Silas and his friends.
Kael kept glancing at Rhys. That morning, Kael had asked for more from Rhys, and Rhys had flatly refused. He'd said he'd only consider moving their relationship forward if Kael stopped leaving him behind to go on dangerous missions without telling him.
Seeing that Rhys was still mad at him even after Kael had coaxed him so many times, Kael felt he needed to do something more. He'd even asked, but Rhys wasn't ready to forgive him yet.
Kael was still waiting for a response from his boyfriend when a beautiful carriage stopped at the academy's gate. Beside it rode many horses carrying soldiers, their uniforms black with an emblem engraved over their hearts.
A brown war eagle. Silas and the others knew the symbol too well. It was the crest of the Arkwrights. All of their faces turned grim, except Theron, who didn't know what had happened.
He asked in confusion, "It's just a carriage from the Arkwrights. They've come here many times before. Why do you all look like that now?"
Jacob told him everything; how on the first day after breakfast, Draven had tied Silas's shoelaces, how Baroness Cassia interrupted them and was challenged by Level 1 Silas and how he defeated her in a single move. And now, as a child of the Arkwright family, she would definitely take action against him because he was a commoner.
Theron gulped. He looked at Kael , he also knew the secret Kael carried and said, "Kael, can you do something?"
Kael nodded immediately. Silas was the strongest student in the Mage Academy. He would definitely uncover his secret if he needed to.
But Rhys suddenly said, "Huh! So what if they're from the Arkwright family? Do they think my friend is someone they can touch? Let them come. They'll run faster than they came."
Everyone looked at him in confusion. Rhys just glanced at Silas and nodded. Silas understood the meaning and said, "I'll ask for help if I really need it."
Draven's brows furrowed deeper. He was also a commoner, and he knew nobles could do anything to save face. And Cassia had liked him for many years ,she definitely wouldn't let him go.
Silas grabbed Draven's hand, pulled him close, and kissed him.
Jacob's ears burned just watching it. Theron was surprised that someone dared to kiss Draven in the canteen in front of everyone. Kael just chuckled, while Rhys said, "Tsk tsk… you're getting more shameless, Silas!"
Cassia, who had just stepped out of the carriage, saw Draven and Silas kissing in the open cafeteria. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, staring at them both. She never expected that Draven and Silas had already gotten that far.
She had always thought Silas was just trying to seduce Draven. But when she saw Draven immediately return Silas's kiss with a more refined one she felt desperation and anger flare in her chest.
After a long two minutes, they separated. This academy wasn't an old-fashioned one that forbade students from falling in love or kissing in public, so it was normal to see couples here and there.
But Draven's case was different, so everyone started whispering among themselves. A murmur ran through the whole canteen.
After that, everyone saw a refined man in his early thirties step out of the carriage. He was the elder son of Duke Arkwright, Davon Arkwright, who carried the title of Viscount as heir of the Arkwright family and the next Count.
He wore a long sword at his waist and a coat with a silver war eagle embroidered over his heart, signifying that he was a direct descendant of the Arkwright family.
He spotted Draven and Silas with sharp eyes, then headed straight for the Vice Principal's office, where he had a long thirty-minute discussion.
After thirty minutes, the knights came out of the office and spoke to a soldier. The soldier walked over to the group of six and said coldly, "The Viscount wishes to see the one named Silas."
Draven started to stand, but Silas put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head to calm him down.
He looked at Kael, Rhys, Jacob, and Theron and said, "Don't come to the Vice Principal's office until I send you a message that I need help. Until then, take care of Draven."
He met Draven's eyes and said, "Don't worry. Everything is okay."
Commoners couldn't interfere in the affairs of nobility. Even the Vice Principal, who held the title of Baron in the Valerius Archduchy, couldn't interfere in this matter.
In front of a Viscount, everything was just a trinket.
Silas went with the soldier. Draven watched his back with red eyes. Rhys chuckled at Draven, and Kael, Theron, and Jacob all looked at him in unison.
Rhys said, still smiling, "There's going to be a huge commotion. Just watch. The secret Silas holds isn't simple, Draven."
Draven looked at Rhys. Rhys was someone who had known Silas since childhood. He knew Silas hadn't told him all his secrets yet. Seeing Rhys so confident, Draven sighed and sat back down.
Silas arrived at the door of the Vice Principal's office. The knight waiting outside looked at him coldly and said, "Let's go. The Viscount is waiting for you," with a grin on his face. He wanted to see the person who had humiliated their young miss get humiliated in turn.
Silas entered the room and saw a desk off to the side piled with books, documents, pens, and other things in a mess . A sign that the Vice Principal had been working when the Viscount and the baroness entered.
In the long hall, there was a large table. Viscount Davon sat alone on a sofa on one side, with Baroness Cassia beside him, while Vice Principal Alton Syl, Baron of the Valerius Archduchy sat opposite them, still arguing about the matter.
The moment Silas entered, they all fell silent.
Vice Principal Alton immediately came to Silas and grabbed his shoulders, looking him over. He could sense that Silas had already reached level 15. How many days has it been since he entered the academy? He'd already reached level 15. Alton sighed and said, "Silas! No matter what happens today, remember Argent Spire is with you. Anyone who tries to punish my student will have to face me."
Silas could see that even though his Vice Principal was only in his early thirties, he was someone who trusted his students. He wouldn't let anyone step in and punish them without a proper reason.
Davon said, "Are you the filthy commoner who dared to disrespect my sister?"
At his side, Cassia immediately sneered and said to her brother, "Yes, brother, it's him. He even seduced Instructor Draven. He dared to defy nobility."
Silas didn't say anything. Without answering, he sat down opposite Davon and crossed one leg over the other.
Even Alton felt that something wasn't right. He sat beside Silas so he could support him. He already knew what had happened that day . Silas had challenged Cassia and she had lost the duel.
The knight standing behind the Viscount immediately unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Silas. "How dare you! How dare you disrespect the Viscount! Kneel right now!"
Silas touched the tip of the blade, and a bead of red blood welled from his finger. He smiled. Alton immediately stood up, glaring at the knight, his voice dark and his aura sharp. "Don't you dare point a sword at my student in front of me!" His level 60 aura slammed into the knight so hard the man lowered his blade.
Davon frowned. Cassia looked at the Vice Principal and said, "You dare go against a knight from my family?"
Alton sighed, his face grim. "I may not interfere in noble affairs, but I can still protect my student in my territory."
At that moment, Silas picked up the cup of tea that had been prepared for Davon and took a sip.
Even Davon was dumbfounded. Cassia almost cursed out loud. What is wrong with this commoner?
Silas took a sip, then said, "Vice Principal Alton, you don't need to get so worked up. Nothing happened, right?"
Alton looked at the calm Silas and nodded. Silas said, "Then sit down. We can talk."
Alton studied Silas's demeanor and sat back down.
The knight didn't sheathe his sword. He wanted to kill this commoner for daring to disrespect the Viscount and the Baroness.
Silas chuckled at the three and said, "Now, Davon Arkwright. Viscount of the Arkwright family."
Davon looked at him and sneered, thinking, Okay. You deserve to die just for saying my name with that filthy mouth.
Cassia also frowned at Silas's tone when he continued.
"A noble with 343 unsolved cases."
Davon's back went cold.
Silas described them, one after another: "The grain tax from 3 years ago in the east villages that never reached the capital. The fourteen merchants who disappeared after refusing to sell land to you. The fire in the orphanage the night after you visited. The missing inspection reports from the silver mine."
The more he spoke, the more terrified Viscount Davon's face became.
Cassia saw her brother's expression and said, "Brother, why are you still listening to this fool? Just kill him…"
Davon slapped his sister across the face. Cassia felt her cheek burn and stared at Davon, shocked, as Davon looked at Silas and began to stammer. Even the knight behind him started to shake in fear of Silas. No one knew Davon was that corrupt and vile but Silas was listing every deed he had committed, every crime he had erased from history.
Davon asked, "Who… who the hell are you?"
Even Alton looked at Silas in confusion. In just a few sentences, Silas had turned the tables. Cassia also glared at Silas in anger. She never imagined her brother would slap her in front of everyone.
Silas just looked at a point in the empty air and said with a chuckle, "Do you want me to answer that, or are you going to come out of there?"
A chuckle came from the void he was staring at, and a middle-aged man around forty stepped out of thin air. He wore a full black coat and trousers, the fabric fine and severe, with the Valerius emblem embroidered in silver thread over his heart, a wolf's head encircled by a ring of thorns. He looked at the people in the room with cold eyes.