CHAPTER 4
The head of the academy immediately called us because of the incident in the cafeteria. The moment the fight ended, the entire place was filled with tension. Broken trays, spilled food, and unconscious students were scattered everywhere, and the once noisy cafeteria turned completely silent. It did not take long before the academy guards arrived, their expressions serious as they examined the scene.
Everyone knew what would happen next.
We were summoned.
Word spread quickly, and as we walked through the academy halls, students whispered among themselves. Some were curious, some were excited, and others looked nervous just seeing us pass by. No one dared to speak loudly. It felt like we were being judged with every step we took.
We eventually reached the head office.
The door stood tall, made of dark polished wood, with intricate carvings that symbolized authority. Two guards stood on each side, their presence alone enough to make anyone feel small.
Before we could even knock, a deep voice came from inside.
"Enter."
The door slowly opened, and we stepped in.
Inside, the room was massive. Shelves filled with books lined the walls, and several artifacts were displayed, each one radiating importance. At the center of the room sat the man who controlled the entire academy.
Salazar Gurton.
His presence alone was overwhelming. His sharp eyes immediately locked onto us the moment we entered, as if he had already analyzed everything before we even spoke.
We stood in front of him.
No one dared to speak at first.
But I stepped forward.
"Sir Salazar," I said calmly, "I will explain what happened."
His eyes narrowed slightly, signaling me to continue.
"Logan was the one who started the scene."
Logan immediately reacted, his voice filled with anger. "That is not true."
I ignored him and continued speaking without hesitation.
"Peter and I were just eating and talking peacefully. There was no trouble, no argument, nothing. Then suddenly, Logan came toward us and threw food at Peter, from his head down to his shoulder. He provoked everything."
Peter stood quietly behind me, clearly uncomfortable but not denying what I said.
Logan clenched his fists. "Stop lying. You were the one who hit me first."
Then his tone suddenly changed. His expression shifted as if he was about to cry.
"Uncle, please help me. This guy hurt me."
I paused for a moment, observing him carefully.
So this was his plan.
Before things could escalate further, Salazar raised his hand.
"Enough," he said firmly.
The room fell silent instantly.
I slowly turned my head toward him, my expression calm but firm. "Oh, you dare to stop me now? That is bold."
Salazar's eyes sharpened. "Watch your tone. We are here to understand what truly happened."
I crossed my arms. "Then listen properly instead of interrupting."
"You have no manners," he replied coldly.
I let out a small laugh. "And you do? You are speaking to a student who is still explaining, yet you are already judging. Why ask questions if you are not willing to hear the answer?"
The air in the room grew heavier.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
I took a step forward, my gaze locked onto his.
"Or are you afraid of the truth?"
For a brief moment, something changed.
I felt it.
A killing intent.
It was subtle, but it was real, and it was directed at me.
So even someone like Salazar Gurton could be shaken.
Interesting.
I smirked slightly. "I will not repeat myself. Sir Peter, let's go."
Peter hesitated but followed me without saying anything.
We turned around and started walking toward the door.
"Wait," Logan shouted behind us. "Wait."
I stopped, but I did not turn around.
"Hey, Logan," I said calmly. "Why don't we settle this with a friendly spar?"
There was silence.
Then I added, "And you, Sir Salazar… watch carefully. I will show you exactly how I defeat your nephew."
The tension in the room rose again.
But this time, I did not wait for a response.
I opened the door and walked out.
Peter quickly followed me, and the moment we stepped outside, the pressure from the room disappeared.
The hallway felt lighter, but my thoughts were still heavy.
Peter finally spoke. "Drax, what was that? Why did you talk to him like that?"
I kept walking.
"Because he needed to hear it," I replied simply.
Peter frowned. "That is the head of the academy. He could expel you."
I shrugged. "If he wanted to, he already would have."
Peter did not respond after that.
For a moment, everything went quiet again.
Then suddenly, memories started to surface in my mind.
"I miss my friend," I muttered softly.
Peter looked at me, confused. "What are you talking about?"
I continued walking, my voice quieter now.
"Rafael… I miss you. And Aphrodite… where are you now? And Apolo… my little boy…"
Peter stopped walking completely. "Hey, Drax, what are you saying? Who are those people? Come back to your senses."
I blinked a few times, as if waking up from a dream.
"…Right."
I rubbed my forehead and took a deep breath.
"It is nothing," I said.
But deep inside, I knew it was not nothing.
Those names…
They meant something.
Peter still looked worried, but he decided not to push further.
"Come on," I said, regaining my usual tone. "Let's change gear."
He raised an eyebrow. "Change gear?"
A small smirk appeared on my face.
"If we are going to fight, I am not doing it like this."
Peter sighed. "You are serious about that spar?"
I glanced back slightly. "Of course."
As we continued walking down the hallway, I could feel the eyes of other students on us again. The whispers returned, but I ignored all of it.
Right now, only one thing mattered.
Something had changed.
The way Salazar reacted.
The way Logan acted.
And the way those memories suddenly appeared in my mind.
Everything was starting to move.
Slowly.
But surely.
And whatever was coming next…
It would not be something simple.
I looked ahead, my expression calm but my thoughts sharp.
This academy…
This world…
They still had no idea who I truly was.
But soon…
They would find out.