Chapter 104: Conviction
The teacher, clearly annoyed, ended the class to avoid further humiliation. William, without waiting, left the room and headed for the infirmary. He wanted to see how Lía was doing after the attack.
The infirmary was as empty as before, and the medical staff were chatting among themselves. A faint light came from small crystals, making the room feel calm. William quietly walked through the door into the room where he had left Lía.
Inside, he saw Lía sleeping on one of the beds. Her face was still swollen and pale, and her breathing was uneven. He approached slowly and sat beside her. His hand trembled for a moment before he placed his fingers over hers.
"I’m here..." he whispered as he sat down. Despite Lía’s awful appearance, William didn’t look away. Instead, he made sure to remember how she looked to ensure everyone involved would pay for what they did.
Less than thirty minutes had passed since he punched that bastard’s face. He didn’t regret it for a second. He knew the school wouldn’t punish those brats, so he would. And he had. According to the rules, accidents aren’t punished, as all apprentices in the academy are prone to them.
The door burst open, and three figures quickly entered. The first was Professor Silga. Behind her, stumbling and leaning on each other, were Mors Tharn and Mikkon Velth. The student he had thrown the sap at had his right hand wrapped in black bandages that slowly dripped a black liquid, giving off a strong, rotten smell. The other had a sunken face, looking quite funny, like a pig’s head.
William didn’t move or say anything; he just glanced at them for a second.
The nurses rushed to help the newcomers. A couple of them came over with special ointments and a glowing emerald magical crystal syringe.
Silga watched him silently. She didn’t say a word as she slowly walked through the infirmary, her hands clasped behind her back, stopping at the foot of Lía’s bed.