Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 864: Shocking News

Dawn had not yet fully settled over the magic tower’s island when the cold morning air plunged the stone and tall hallways of the central tower into a heavy silence.

Since the collapse of the Trial of a Thousand Spells, the tower had been in a state of great shock. Daniel, who had become very popular for his one hundred percent comprehension of the tablet, was now the most hated figure in the entire tower.

The Supreme Council had made no effort to hide the news about this matter, and the news of the trial’s collapse had spread throughout the tower.

This was not something they could hide, and at the time, many witnesses were present. The news had spread more or less, leading to the current situation.

A situation in which all the mages wanted to kill Daniel with their own hands.

Students stood in groups in the corners of the hallways, exchanging only whispers mixed with speculation.

"Did you hear? They say the Supreme Council still hasn’t decided."

"It’s unlikely he’ll come out of this alive."

"I heard the tower leader himself is going to issue the verdict."

"The destruction of the Trial of a Thousand Spells... such a thing has no precedent in history."

Everyone told a different story, but no one knew the truth. No one knew what decision the Supreme Council was going to make.

But everyone hoped Daniel would be executed. In their view, that was the least punishment.

Even the professors, unlike always, moved about with grim faces, and few dared to make any definitive statements about yesterday’s events.

The entire tower, like a person holding their breath before a massive storm, was waiting for the Supreme Council’s decision.

At that moment, the main door of the central building burst open.

A young mage, with disheveled clothes and a pale face, entered the hall breathlessly.

Several guards immediately blocked his way.

"Entry without permission is forbidden here."

But the young man didn’t even look at them.

"I need to see the Supreme Council... right now..."

His voice trembled.

"It’s about... the deaths."

The guards exchanged glances. One of them frowned.

"Anyone can make such a claim."

But the young man stepped forward, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

"I can’t stay silent anymore... If I don’t speak today... more people will die."

His anxiety was so intense that even the guards couldn’t remain indifferent.

A few minutes later, the news reached the tower’s upper floors.

In the shortest time possible, a small hall usually used for emergency meetings hosted several Supreme Council members, senior professors, Varcas, Azreon, and Lioran.

Azreon had nothing left to do now that the trial no longer existed; he spent his time wandering the tower and planned to become the tower’s highest professor.

The room’s atmosphere was so heavy that even the sound of people’s breathing could be heard.

The young mage stood before everyone, his hands trembling involuntarily. He tried several times to speak, but the words stuck in his throat.

Finally, with a broken voice, he said:

"I can’t... stay silent anymore."

No one interrupted him.

"I... saw that night."

"What exactly did you see?" One of the council members asked quietly.

The young man took a deep breath.

"One of Professor Lioran’s subordinates... before the professors died... gave the victims a potion."

"At first, I thought it was a healing medicine... but... after a few minutes, the victim’s behavior completely changed." His voice trembled even more.

"It was as if... they were no longer themselves. Their eyes became empty... they walked without any resistance... they did whatever was asked of them..."

Several professors unconsciously half-rose from their seats.

"Then... they themselves... killed themselves."

A heavy silence fell over the hall, but still no one said anything.

Because this matter still seemed very strange to all of them. They had classified the deaths as suicides, but even then, it had seemed strange to them why so many suicides had suddenly occurred.

Even worse, all those who had committed suicide had been opponents of Lioran.

Although no evidence had been found.

"One of them... was Lady Aurelia. She was also one of those who was given those cursed potions!"

Time stopped for a few seconds.

Several people even forgot to breathe. One of the elderly professors, his face having lost its color, whispered under his breath:

"Are you saying... the tower leader’s daughter... didn’t commit suicide?"

The young man just lowered his head. He gave no answer. That silence was heavier than any response.

If this news was true, it would inevitably cause enormous waves throughout the tower. And more importantly... no one could imagine how angry the tower leader would be.

One of the Supreme Council members suddenly raised his hand. Silver-colored runes formed around his fingers.

"Truth Detection Spell."

A gentle light enveloped the young mage’s entire body. The spell didn’t read his mind or his memory; it measured only one thing:

Whether the speaker was telling the truth or not.

A few moments later, the runes remained stable without the slightest fluctuation.

"Again." The council member frowned.

This time, another professor stepped forward, a more complex spell. A spell that could even force a person to speak a truth they had hidden.

The mana pressure made the room’s atmosphere heavy. A few moments later, the young man repeated the same words again.

Without omission, without contradiction, without change.

"Impossible... so the suicides were actually murders?" One of the professors said in disbelief.

Another professor answered quietly:

"It seems so..."

Even Azreon was staring at the young man carefully. His hundreds of years of experience told him that this trembling voice, this anxiety, and this gaze were not fabricated.

Whatever existed in this mage’s mind was an undeniable truth for him. He believed everything he said.

But they didn’t know that the problem was precisely that. All these thoughts and beliefs had been implanted in him. They weren’t really his, but he believed in all of them.

The news, like a fire released in a dry forest, spread throughout the tower. In just a few hours, no one was talking about the collapse of the Trial of a Thousand Spells anymore.

"If Lady Aurelia didn’t commit suicide..." All conversations revolved around only one topic.

"Then what about the others?"

"Does that mean all these years... they were murders?"

"Then why did no one realize it?"

"Does that mean everything was Professor Lioran’s fault? Was he really a murderer?"

"Shut up! Just because his subordinate did this doesn’t mean it was his order!"

Students with pale faces whispered in the hallways. Researchers pulled old files out of the archives again.

It was hard for everyone to believe. Deaths they once thought were suicides had turned out to be murders.

This was maddening for all of them.

How had the killer managed to hide all the deaths so well?

Professors who had spoken of Lioran with respect just yesterday now paused for a moment when mentioning his name.

No one was accusing him, but that absolute respect had now been replaced by a silent doubt.

And sometimes, doubt is far more dangerous than a direct accusation.

An hour later, the Supreme Council convened again. This time, the meeting’s atmosphere was far heavier than before.

One of the members said firmly:

"This witness is not reliable."

"There is no direct evidence."

Another answered quietly:

"Perhaps. But if there’s even a one percent chance this is true... we can’t ignore it."

In fact, they all had many questions, especially how the witness had managed to witness the deaths without the killer knowing. Was that even logical?

But the truth spells had proven he wasn’t lying, and they too had to set aside their doubts.

"If this is true... all closed cases must be re-examined." An elderly professor said.

A brief silence followed.

Then Azreon, who had only been listening until that moment, quietly spoke.

"After what I saw in the trial... I no longer assume anything is impossible."

That single sentence was enough to change the meeting’s atmosphere.

A few minutes later, a vote was held. The result was announced almost without opposition. The potion maker must be immediately arrested and interrogated.

When the verdict was announced, many people’s gazes unconsciously turned to Lioran.

Everyone was waiting.

Objection?

Anger?

Defense of his subordinate?

But Lioran only quietly rose from his seat. His expression hadn’t changed.

"If one of my people is a suspect, I am the first to support their interrogation."

Several people unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps he was truly innocent. Perhaps this whole matter was just a big misunderstanding.

A few minutes later, the potion maker was brought into the hall with his hands bound. His face was pale, but he still tried to appear calm.

As he passed through the crowd, he raised his head only once. His gaze met Lioran’s.

Only for a fraction of a second. No words were exchanged, no gesture was made. But that brief look carried something that was impossible to explain.

The next moment, both looked away, as if nothing had happened. Almost no one noticed it.

Azreon, without saying anything, didn’t miss that brief moment either, and noticed the look between them.

Several guards took the potion maker to the interrogation room. The heavy door closed with a dry sound.

Inside the room, absolute silence reigned. The potion maker sat on a chair. At first, his breathing was steady, but only a few seconds later... his fingers began to tremble.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from his temple. His lips moved involuntarily.

"No..." His voice was so quiet that it seemed he didn’t want to hear it himself.

"He had said... we would never... be exposed..."