Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 208

While Ren happily busied himself with preparations, a much tenser conversation was unfolding elsewhere in the academy.

Two days earlier...

Director Ignatius’s office had always been an imposing space, with its shelves filled with ancient tomes and expensive pieces from bygone eras. The director’s phoenix, partially manifested in the golden veins running across his skin, added an air of authority to the already intimidating office.

Facing him, Kassian Goldcrest maintained perfect posture, his expression carefully controlled despite the fury boiling beneath the surface.

"It’s unacceptable," he declared in a cold voice. "A student missing for days, and nobody considered it necessary to inform me."

Director Ignatius reclined in his chair, studying the young Goldcrest with a penetrating gaze. There was something disturbingly calculating in how his eyes traversed Kassian’s face, as if peeling away layers to see what lay beneath.

"The administration handles many matters, young Goldcrest," he finally responded, his fingers steepled before him. "Temporary student disappearances are more common than you might think. Especially when said students seem to have... varied interests."

Kassian narrowed his eyes. Did this old fox know something and was threatening him? Or was he simply establishing his position?

"Harold was under my tutelage," Kassian specified, keeping his voice firm. "I deserve to be immediately informed of any matter related to him."

"Your concern is touching," the director smiled slightly, the expression never reaching his eyes. "Especially for a student who had barely been under your wing and at the academy for just a few days."

There was something in that smile, in the slightly insinuating tone, that sent alarm signals through Kassian’s mind. This wasn’t a simple bureaucratic exchange; it was a chess match.

"I demand that they find him," Kassian went straight to the point, abandoning any pretense of cordiality. "And I want a complete explanation about why I wasn’t notified of his disappearance." Find your next read on freewebnovel

Director Ignatius maintained silence for seconds that seemed to stretch eternally. His phoenix manifested a bit more, golden feathers gleaming between the spaces of his clothing.

"It’s regrettable," he finally said, each word measured with precision. "But I must inform you that we have already found Harold."

The tension in Kassian’s shoulders loosened slightly. "Where is he?"

"His remains were recovered from the lower mines recently."

The impact of the words hit Kassian like a physical shock. His lion partially manifested by reflex, bright markings briefly appearing in his hair like a golden crown.

"Remains?" he repeated, struggling to maintain his composure, a muscle twitching in his jaw.

"There was an attack," the director continued, his eyes never leaving Kassian’s face. "A regrettable incident perpetrated by one or several Yino infiltrators. Unfortunately, Harold died during the altercation."

Kassian knew the truth perfectly well: Harold was a Yino spy, sent to gather information about the seed beneath the academy. He himself had facilitated his entry, providing falsified documents and cover as a transfer student.

But Kassian couldn’t know that the director’s presentation of the facts was peculiar. He didn’t directly imply that Harold was the spy, only that he had died during a Yino attack.

Technically true, but deliberately ambiguous.

"When did this happen?" Kassian asked, buying time while analyzing the implications, his mind racing behind his carefully composed expression.

"During an incident with our ancestral seed," the director responded, leaning forward slightly. "It seems he was in the depths when the attack occurred. Quite unfortunate that he happened to be precisely in that area, don’t you think?"

The question hung in the air, laden with insinuations. The director knew. Somehow, he knew that Harold hadn’t been there by chance.

"Without notifying his family or tutors?" Kassian couldn’t prevent a tone of disbelief from filtering into his voice. _{freewebnøvel.com}