Chapter 14: Interrogation
Silas Blackwood found himself escorted by the guards, their firm grip on his arms indicating they thought he might try to escape. The corridors of Arcanium University seemed to stretch on forever. The echoes of their footsteps reverberated loudly off the stone walls. Rathgar walked beside him in a gesture of solidarity.
With his brightness still up, the torches lining the hallways were blinding. He turned it back down so as not to burn his retinas.
As they neared the interrogation room, Silas mentally prepared himself for what was to come. The guards ushered him inside. The heavy wooden door closed behind them with a resounding thud. The room was sparse. It only had a plain wooden table and a few chairs occupying the center. The walls were bare, except for a couple hanging torches.
Silas looked at Rathgar, who gave him a reassuring nod. He wouldn't be alone in this. He had a friend, albeit a fairly new one.
The guards left the room and took up positions outside the door. Silas activated his sound isolation skill, focusing his hearing on the guards talking just outside the room.
He quickly went into the system setting menu, hoping it had volume control. He figured if it had a brightness setting, it had to have volume control. Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com
Unsurprising to Silas, it did. The guards' voices were low, but after turning up the volume and isolating the sound, he could make out their words quite easily.
"This kid is screwed. The inspector always finds people guilty. Always." One of the guards muttered.
"Yeah. I've seen it happen too many times. Once he decides a person is guilty, he finds a way to pin something on them," the other guard agreed.
Silas wasn't looking forward to this 'interview'. He glanced at Rathgar to gauge how he should feel.
Rathgar's body remained still, his arms folded, but he had a faint look of concern in his eyes. He leaned in close, almost whispering, "Remember, lad, the truth is on your side. No matter what they say, hold fast to that."
Silas replied, also speaking quietly, "What if the truth reveals things about me they don't like?"
Rathgar thought about that for a moment. "Telling the truth doesn't mean telling them all your secrets. Only reveal the ones you think they'll find out anyway."
"Ok. Thanks," Silas replied. He knew Rathgar's words held wisdom. He just had to balance what he said with what he could get away with not saying.
Silas Blackwood watched as the door opened, and four university officials walked in. Two stern-faced council members entered, followed by Professor Morgath, the lead interrogator, and a scribe.
Morgath was a middle-aged man with a penetrating gaze and suspicious eyebrows. He looked like a permanent scoff was built into his face.
As the officials took their seats, Silas's mother's voice echoed in his mind.
"Silas. Use your 'essence revelation' on the investigator. We need to know what we're up against," she urged.
Silas activated his 'essence revelation' skill and looked at Professor Morgath. Lines of text filled his vision, revealing his various stats. The important part, his affinity, was psychological magic.
"What is psychological magic?" Silas thought.
"It allows the user to understand a person's psyche, their emotions, thoughts, and whether they are telling the truth," she replied.
"So can he hear us talking right now?" Silas asked.
"No. It's not that specific. He can determine more general thoughts, like if someone is trying to hide the truth from him or their nose is itchy," she said.
"Oh, ok," Silas thought.
Silas would have to maintain strict control over his emotions and thoughts if he wanted to make it through this unscathed.
The room fell silent as Professor Morgath leaned forward, his piercing eyes locked on Silas. "Mr. Blackwood. I trust you understand the seriousness of the situation you are in."
The scribe flipped to a fresh page and quickly wrote up a rudimentary contract. She handed it to the inspector. Morgath briefly looked at it, then signed it at the bottom. He extended the paper to Silas to sign.
Silas took a moment to look it over first before signing.
"What does it say?" Silas thought.
"It basically says you will be protected so long as you answer truthfully to any questions asked of you from now on. If you lie, you will be held in confinement and offered no protection," Evelyn said.
Silas took the pen offered and reluctantly signed the document.
"Now that that is settled, provide me with the answers I seek. Why did you feel your life was in danger?" Morgath questioned.
"Because of this," Silas answered. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed at them with his shirt. His shirt came away with viscous white goo.
Silas opened his eyes, and everyone in the room gasped. His pink irises and black sclera were fully on display. Silas also opened his mouth, showing off his long sharp canines.
"My word," Morgath said, amazed. "You are by far the most intriguing person I've ever interviewed. This is more than I could have asked for."
"Any other questions?" Silas asked, feeling like a freak show attraction.
"Yes. You are using this shocking reveal to obfuscate something. What is it?" Morgath asked.
Silas sighed. "I have a condition where I have to drain mana from other sources to survive."
"I suppose you drained mana from Alastair Devereux, Mr. Lockhart, and Miss Thorne?" Morgath guessed.
"Yes," Silas said, resigned.
"Have you considered draining mana from magical beasts?" Morgath suggested.
"We're not allowed to leave campus," Silas said.
"What if I gave you special permission?" Morgath said.
"You would do that?" Silas said.
"If it means not having you draining mana from the other students or dying on campus, yes. We can't afford another scandal," Morgath said. "If you agree to only drain mana from magical beasts, I will not punish you for the previous incident."
"What about Damien?" Silas asked.
"He shall face no punishment. He has enough problems being in emergency care. Besides, his parents provide a large portion of our funding. We can't afford to lose their support," Morgath said. "Do you know anything about his current condition?"
"Yes. I can link minds with people. Our minds were linked when I hit the water. He felt all the pain I felt. He must be in shock," Silas said.
"I suppose he deserves that. Very well. You shall face no punishment either. I'll have to bring the matter of your condition to the council. As agreed, I will guarantee no harm will come to you as a result of their decision," Morgath said, resolutely. "As far as schoolyard altercations, you are not to participate in any scuffles with other students, with the exception of duels supervised by university officials."
"Ok. Thank you, sir," Silas replied. He despised the way politics and money and influence dictated the flow of justice in this system, but he would have to function under it until he was strong enough to oppose it.
Professor Morgath called the guards into the room. "Escort Mr. Blackwood to his dormitory."
[Quest Completed: Punishment escaped: +10 Exp]