The hall was in a complete and utter mess. Everyone discussed heatedly, contributing to the chaotic noise. It was hard to determine who exactly was speaking. The endless noise made my head ache and I pursed my lips unhappily.
“Enough!” I exploded. “What kind of place do you think this is? How dare you come in here one after another? This inexcusable behavior will go on your record and I will be issuing demerits!”
Finally, the hall fell quiet.
The three students surrounding Sylvia all looked at me, terrified. In particular, the little guy with the shaggy hair finally shut up. That kid was just like his father-they both had voices loud enough to pierce through one’s eardrums.
I pressed my fingers against my temple, feeling helpless. I was getting old. Exhaustion had overtaken me already, and it had only been a short while.
I didn’t speak up immediately. Instead, I stared back at the four pairs of eyes that were looking straight at me. I could tell what they were thinking from the expressions on their faces.
Seeing this, my heart couldn’t help but soften a little. They were just innocent kids after all. How could I pin the blame on them?
But I couldn’t just let them go so easily, or else they wouldn’t take me seriously and would even think they could make a scene in the palace whenever they pleased.
At last, I snorted coldly, breaking the silence. The four kids standing in a row at the center of the hall all trembled and lowered their heads.
Out of the four, Sylvia was the most calm and collected. She even patted the Omega she-wolf’s shoulder comfortingly.
I eyed them all warily, finding it difficult to solve this tricky problem.
It would’ve been simpler if it was only the Omega who stood out to speak for Sylvia. But even the son of an Alpha and the son of a Beta stood firmly by her side. And among the four, it seemed that Sylvia was the leader.
The first time Rufus brought up Sylvia, I didn’t take him seriously. Even if the Moon Goddess herself designated them as mates, there was no possible way they could break through the barriers of social rank-Rufus was a prince and Sylvia was a slave. I firmly believed that the relationship would be cut short.
But now it seemed that Rufus actually had good taste and had chosen a good mate.
No matter what happened, Rufus was my son and I wanted to keep him alive. However, now that an innocent civilian was dead, a little boy even, the public demanded justice and I couldn’t just intervene. I couldn’t let Richard handle this matter either, who obviously wanted Rufus dead.
So Sylvia just might be the turning point I need to save Rufus.
“Sylvia,” I finally said.
Now, all eyes were trained on her.
She looked up at me with a respectful yet determined look.
“Are you sure that Rufus was framed?” I asked carefully.
“Yes, Your Majesty. Please give me a chance to prove it. Prince Rufus is not that kind of person. This whole thing is too odd,” Sylvia said straightforwardly, sounding neither humble nor pushy. She was standing up straight with her chin high, looking extremely dignified. Even though everyone was against her, she never seemed the shrink back.
Seeing the fierce determination in her eyes, I made up my mind. Turning towards the crowd, I said loudly, “But Sylvia, you can’t convince everyone here, what with your current identity.”
As soon as I said this, everyone began to whisper and nod in agreement.
Sylvia frowned slightly and seemed to want to say something, but I quickly continued. “You already know that the selection ceremony for the elite team will be held after the parade tomorrow. The chosen students will become the reserve unit of the royal army. They will serve in the army in advance for a year’s training, and will even have the chance to be directly inducted into the army and assigned a rank.”
After a pause, I looked back at Sylvia and said, “If you can get first place and become the leader of the elite team, I will give you the responsibility of leading the investigation.”
Sylvia was pleasantly surprised. “I won’t let you down!”
“Father, please don’t do this!” Richard objected immediately, puffing out his chest indignantly.
Shawn, who was standing next to him, also seemed to want to object. But when I cast them a cold glance, they sulkily shut their mouths and retreated.
“Well, that’s it then. I’m tired. You’re dismissed now.”
Sylvia’s POV
I almost couldn’t believe my ears when Ethan said he’d give me a chance to investigate the matter of Rufus being framed. Stuck in a trance, it wasn’t until Flora gently tugged at my sleeve that I realized that Ethan had already left the hall.
“Come on, Sylvia. Let’s get out of here.”
“Okay.”
I quickly headed towards the exit along with Flora and the others. However, as soon as we reached the door, Warren’s father stopped us.
“Warren, come here right now!” the middle-aged werewolf barked, his voice trembling with rage.
Warren stopped abruptly in his tracks. His eyes swept towards the angry-looking werewolf and a trace of fear flashed on his face. Glancing at us briefly, he turned around promptly and walked towards his father.
“Oh, my God! His dad’s terrifying!” Flora murmured anxiously, hiding behind me.
Eyeing the middle-aged werewolf with a long face, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Warren. His father looked incredibly strict and must’ve been very difficult to deal with.
On the other hand, Harry was smiling brightly. He trotted over to us playfully and said, “Poor Warren. Unlike my dear father, his has a stick up his ass. Like father, like son, I suppose. My dad always spoils me.”
Flora rolled her eyes and snorted impatiently. Just as she opened her mouth to give Harry an earful, a burly middle-aged werewolf approached us. Flora’s expression immediately changed and she forced a fake smile. “Yes, Harry! Your father’s amazing. No wonder you grew up to be such an excellent young man!”
Harry, who was standing in front of us with his back to the approaching werewolf, was blissfully unaware of what was coming. He yammered on endlessly, his voice echoing across the hall.
Helpless, I winked at Harry meaningfully. But he didn’t seem to catch my drift. He shook his head proudly.
“Just wait and see. My father will show just how caring he is later. He may seem fierce in public just now, but that was all an act. In private, he spoils me to no end!”
This time, I coughed loudly in the hopes that he would look behind him, but it was too late.
The burly, middle-aged werewolf grabbed Harry by his shoulder and yanked him backward. Harry lost his footing immediately and fell on his butt.
“What the hell?! How dare you-” Just as Harry looked up at the perpetrator to threaten him, all the color drained from his face. “I’m doomed…”
“What are you doing? Get up!” Harry’s father roared, glaring at him fiercely. Frightened like a child, Harry jumped to his feet and walked towards his father like a puppy with its tail between its legs.
Flora’s body trembled violently as she tried so hard to stifle her laughter.
I too was at a loss whether to burst into tears or giggles, wondering if I should stop the father-son duo from quarreling. However, before I could do anything, Harry’s father suddenly smiled brightly and patted Harry on the shoulder.
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