"Zephyr Demios". As soon as his name was called, Zephyr could see the look of surprise on the face of Cealsen which changed to shock and then morphed to disgust as he took a step back.
"Y-you are Zephyr Demios?". Zephyr was genuinely confused. 'What's with the reaction'. His question was answered with the sentence that left Cealsen mouth.
"The one who intended to rape the third princess!". As soon as the words left his mouth Zephyr brain short-circuit. He slowly turned his head in the direction of his remaining teammates, he could see that Arden had a pensive look on his face, he could see an expression filled with shock, curiosity, and disgust on the faces of the girl.
He felt a warm current flowing through his body, looking at his leg, he could see that it was healing. And he knew he had something to do with the instructors, but that was the last thing on his mind.
He raised his head and he could see the entire student body murmuring amongst themselves and some whispers he could hear clearly.
"So this is the dog that intended to soil the purity of the third princess".
"How could someone so handsome have such a vile heart?".
"We should smith him where he stands".
"Don't do anything reckless, remember Venerable Magnus is still here".
"Don't worry he won't survive the Academy, remember the fourth princess is here and in the same class as us. He would surely drop out".
"Death to his name".
"How could someone so despicable be allowed into the Academy?".
"Surely with the help of his clan".
"Shush, don't slander".
The crowd's voice started to increase in volume so as the dull aching pressure on his chest, everywhere he turned looks of disgust were thrown his way.
'They are looking at me like I am some sort of disgusting animal'. He staggered up, leaning on his scythe, seeing him moving Cealsen moved backwards, his spear that he had already taken from the ground held in front of his chest in a defensive stance. His expression grew stiff, as he readied for a battle.
'someone that could bypass the security at the banquet, drug the princess and enter the bath unseen isn't a push over'. Cealsen thought was conflicted, someone who could do all those things and still live to tell the tale is definitely no pushover. 'his earlier Acts were all false, they is no way he is weak. I will be foolish to underestimate him'. Cealsen visibly moved back when Zephyr staggered to his feet.
Cealsen gritted his teeth as he moved forward about to attack when the voice boomed across the field. "Enough!" The murmurs ceased, and the crowd's attention shifted to the instructor. "This is an academy, not a court. We will not prejudge."
The crowd's fervor died down, but the looks of disgust remained. Strangely after the initial shock the emotions Stirling under his chest died down, it was as if suddenly he didn't care anymore about their expression or what they thought instead a single feeling remained.
Annoyance
Zephyr conflicted emotions had shifted to annoyance.
'you fools, do you know the full story?'. Their ignorance was starting to rub him off in the wrong way. Suddenly his body tensed, his heart rate spiked, his body started to tremble slightly. Zephyr followed the source of the feeling and then he saw her.
Lunethra Solmyr.
He knew her, everyone knew her, she was the fourth princess, the younger sister of the girl whom he drugged. Her gaze on him felt like venom, out of all the people here, it was her gaze that struck him the most. It was so filled with hate that for a moment he considered the possibility that he had done unspeakable things to her.
Looking at her hate filled gaze paired with the collective hatred of the entire student body, Zephyr stood up straight shouldering the collective hatred.
"Evacuate the chamber and head to the Mall. You will be issued your uniform and other necessities there". As the voice settled down, the people began to move out in an orderly manner, Cealsen gave Zephyr one last look before heading out. But Zephyr didn't move, he stood at the empty field staring into space, his mind blank.
"Yo red hair, are you okay?". Keal walked over in his direction his face still grinning as if he didn't know what had just transpired.
"Oh am fine". Zephyr replied halfheartedly. "I guess". He added as he begun to move sluggishly towards the exit. The scythe hit the ground with a clang as Zephyr discarded it.
"W-what happened to the original Zephyr". Although he muttered it under his breath, Keal who was walking behind him heard him loud and clear.
"Sorry but even I am surprised and clueless at the name Zephyr". Zephyr didn't know if it was his cold voice that caused Keal to answer straight forwardly without beating around the bush. "I did read something along the line of the Third princess being harassed, but the Author didn't give a name nor anything that relates. But I am certain that the only reason this nameless character was there was just to give the princess a valid reason to hate men, that is until she met the protagonist".
Zephyr absorbed the information like a sponge. 'so Zephyr of this world wasn't even given a name, despite all the hate and disgust he shouldered'.
Zephyr stopped walking, his body trembling from anger. 'So the clan got away with the maltreatment'.
'So Keede got away with the torture. Yet the world didn't give him a proper burial, the world laughed at his death, despite all he had gone through, this world didn't worship him despite the pain and agony he had endured through out his life". His mind raced back to the pit.
When Ledarius beat him up so bad he lost his sence of reasoning, it was hunger that woke him up, it was that same pure unbridled hunger that prompted his to take a piece of his thigh and he ate it raw
'i ate it raw'. His lips started to tremble. 'don't cry, don't cry'. His lips started to quiver then he directly bit down on it. Iron Bursted into his mouth.
"I will make them pay".
"Are you okay". Subconsciously Zephyr had voiced out his thoughts. He turned to as he shock his head, a crazed smile playing on his lips.
"I-i-I will burn this world". Looking at his blood red lips, blood red hair and eyes he looked like a demon straight from hell.
"I- I- I will make them beg". He balled his fist on his hair pulling at it with a crazed expression.
"I will make them worship me".
"But it would be too late". He turned to looked at Keal his hand still tugging at his hair.
"I will unleash on them what they did to me ten-fold".
"Surely they will beg, surely they will worship. But I won't answer. Why?".
He let out a deranged laugh as he muttered.
"Because I will be busy burning the world".