Dragon Necromancer: Starting With First Dragon Bloodline-Chapter 47: Kicking Him Out

The beast was the first one to react under Noa’s influence.

It had two separate parts, but both had lost control over their mana and could no longer pressure Noa and the Graveworm.

Nothing visible had changed.

But Zen flinched as well, his eyes widening in surprise.

Like before, his mana flickered, then surged in the wrong direction and lost the connection between the pulses.

The instability had begun.

Gasps filled the chamber as Zen’s face turned red.

"Do you guys see that?" he mumbled. "That brat is doing it again! Right in front of us! Allow me to handle him with an appropriate punishment."

Seeing this, Noa sighed and shook his head.

"Instructor Zen," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "Do you really believe I could have used forbidden objects in their presence? Even if I dared to do so, they could have noticed it instantly. What makes you doubt their capabilities when you are the one who lost control against me twice?"

The professor’s mouth opened, searching for words to defend himself.

Having nothing to say, he shut it again.

His jaw clenched. His fingers trembled in anger, and as he glanced at the council, hoping for support, none of them rushed to his defense.

After a brief silence, one of the council members cleared his throat.

"Instructor Zen, we have seen enough. You may leave now. The demonstration is over."

Zen wanted to argue.

He wanted to blame Noa and expel him for daring to stand in his way. After all, in his eyes, Noa was nothing but a useless piece of shit.

However, when a silver-bearded elder’s piercing gaze landed on him, the man swallowed his pride and walked off. Still, on his way out, he gave Noa a final glare.

Then, Noa turned to the council. "I tested and showed you the theory I mentioned earlier. That’s all. We all know it isn’t a punishment offense, and I shouldn’t even be here," he said, fully confident in his claims.

"He has a point," someone muttered.

The ginger woman grinned. This time, her face shifted into something unsightly, finally showing her true colors.

"But," she began, slight disappointment evident in her voice, "the fact that you control a Graveworm hasn’t changed."

"And it’s not violating any rules. Unless you have added one I haven’t read yet. However, remember that I was accepted into the academy and even survived the first combat practice," Noa answered, refusing to back down.

He didn’t sound desperate.

His voice and face had created a perfect mix of harmony, allowing him to protect his rights.

A muscular woman stretched her hands. "You are weak, child. But this isn’t the issue. The problem is you will remain weak, and there is no way out for you."

Hearing this, Noa snorted. "You don’t know that. Just because other Graveworm tamers were trash doesn’t mean I am too."

"Enough is enough," a stern elder’s voice reverberated across the chamber.

The force he exuded nearly shattered his chair, his icy eyes fixed on Noa with even deeper hatred than Zen’s.

"This is nothing but a disgrace. Why are we even conversing about this? This isn’t the place for kids to play games with us. He should never have been accepted in the first place. Kill him or expel him, whatever. We don’t need trash at Arcane Academy."

His voice echoed like thunder.

As the oldest elder, his words had a certain weight to them. But despite being always angry, he had the academy’s best interest and despised lowlives like Noa more than anything.

"I guess we all reached the same conclusion," one of the women present said, nearly rising to her feet.

"No objections here," said the silver-bearded man.

"I agree as well," the ginger woman said, seeing no use in Noa now that she had confirmed he owned no artifacts she could exploit.

The elders didn’t hold back.

They all nodded and dismissed Noa’s existence and rights without a second thought.

Then the muscular woman shook her head before snapping a finger to the guard, signaling to escort Noa out of the academy.

’Shit,’ Noa thought, unable to do anything against them. "This won’t end here," he snapped. "I will make every one of you eat your words and make you kneel in my piss."

Still, he was ignored.

Noa was so insignificant in their eyes that no matter what he said, it wouldn’t even register in their minds.

But then—

As the guards neared Noa and were about to kick him out of the building, the wooden door snapped open, revealing a familiar beauty he had encountered just hours earlier.

"Selaira?" the silver-bearded elder exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

The girl said nothing for a moment.

She didn’t bow to the elders and walked straight into the chamber, leaving the same guards who had escorted Noa bowing behind the door.

With short steps and a calm demeanor, she seemed to be in control. Even if it wasn’t the case.

Only after reaching the center of the room and locking eyes with Noa did she speak, her gentle voice sounding ten times colder than usual.

"He will stay here."

It was a short announcement.

As always, Selaira went straight to the point and didn’t explain herself.

She confronted the council head-on.

Whispers erupted around the room, surprise, curiosity, and anger surging among the crowd.

’What the hell is she talking about?’ Noa thought, his heart racing.

He didn’t really care too much when they almost kicked him out, but seeing the girl and hearing her words, fear gripped his heart.

’Did she notice something?’ he considered his past actions.

But after going through them in his head, he sighed. ’There is no way. I didn’t make even a single mistake.’

The elders, meanwhile, exhaled to themselves.

"She is serious?"

"Why would she protect this boy?"

The ginger woman’s previous expression had returned. "Selaira, this isn’t some charity. He is nothing but a waste of a tamer."

"Then," the girl said, holding Noa’s hand, "I will turn him into the academy’s greatest warrior."