Chapter 115 — Nobles’ Trash, Plebeians’ Gold
William and Lia walked through the silent stone corridors toward their next class: Runes and Glyphs I. A strange silence seemed out of place in a usually noisy location. Upon reaching the classroom, they were surprised by the absence of other students.
"Aren’t they supposed to be here already? Though I don’t mind, since I just want to kill them," William asked, stopping in front of the assigned classroom. Intrigued, he opened the door, but it was empty; there wasn’t a soul present.
"It seems we’re the only ones here right now. It’s a bit strange, but there’s some peace," Lia murmured, somewhat surprised.
"Then let’s sit at the front. Do you think they announced there were no classes and didn’t tell us? It wouldn’t really surprise me, since all those damn people hate us," William said with a carefree smile. Both took seats in the central row of the first row, right in front of the professors. This spot was always occupied by a couple of arrogant nobles, but William wanted to provoke them so he could give them a beating.
Lia glanced at him, frowning as if she was hesitating whether to speak or not.
"William... I don’t want to sound ungrateful after everything you’ve done for me, but what you did yesterday was crazy. It could have cost you much more than just points. If the teacher were better at combat, you might have even died, they could even expel you, and then no one could defend you from all those nobles."
William didn’t respond immediately. He looked at the empty teacher’s desk, as if searching for an excuse not to answer, but seeing that no one was coming and that he couldn’t escape, he finally spoke, in a calm but determined voice.
"I know, it was impulsive... even stupid, but I don’t regret doing what I had to do. If anything had happened to you, Lia... I would have killed them all. Besides, I’m not afraid of the teacher; as long as they’re not as strong as my master Aurus, I can face them." He paused and looked her in the eyes.
She felt a shiver down her spine. She knew William well enough to know that he wasn’t joking or boasting with empty words trying to impress her, but that he could genuinely try, like when he chased the two aspirants wanting to kill them in front of everyone on the ship. With a sigh of resignation, she told him: