Another knock came at the door.
It was the guard again. "Principal Helena, one of the accused-student's parents—"
"Where is he!" A tall fiery red haired man burst past the guard.
"F-Father!" Navius stuttered, the colour seeped from his face. "It's all lies, I promise!"
Navius' father scanned the room. His eyes gravitated to his son, then to the other three students.
"What is the meaning of this?" Navius' father demanded.
"Your son has been accused of being an associate of one of the terrorists who attacked the city earlier today." The instructor said.
"I don't pay six fucking gold crowns for my son to come here and be accused of such… defamatory lies! Is there a sliver of proof to these horrendus accusations!?"
"Three witnesses claim to have seen your son engaging with—"
"Three students." The firey noble gestured dismissively at Ryan, Eleanor and James. "Children playing at investigation. You're treating their words as evidence?"
