“Lord Deirus, do you suspect anyone of being behind this attack?” Linjos asked.

“Suspects, no. More like certainty. Lukart.” Yurial’s tone was filled with spite.

“This is a very serious accusation. Also, I don’t think Archmage Lukart would kill you just because I have expelled his son. Anyway, do you have any proof backing your theory?”

“You expelled Lyam?” Yurial was so surprised to not notice Lith mourning the fate of their schoolmate with high fives and down lows with the rest of the team members.

“Too slow.” Lith dodged Friya’s hand, giving her a feeble slap on the nape.

“Yes, I did.” A cold shiver ran down Linjos’ spine. He could almost see Manohar’s shadow behind Lith’s complete lack of respect towards a fellow student. No matter how toxic Lukart had been, in Linjos’ mind his expulsion was a loss for all the magical community. It wasn’t something to celebrate.

“I have a file as long as my arm about him and his gang, but I lacked solid evidence. A class full of witnesses and an angry Professor were simply overkill. I’ll ask you again, do you have proof?”