Novel Full Chapter 223: Expelled I
Chapter 223: Expelled I
Fiona Sigurd and Victoria White immediately moved to defensive positions beside Edrin, their stances professional despite the rank difference.
Victor’s face went red with fury.
“Have you forgotten you’re Nobles as well?! Or have you sold yourselves to that filthy commoner piece of trash for scraps?!”
Ariana’s voice cut through the noise like a blade – cold, precise and deadly.
“Careful now, oh high and mighty Imperial heir. You were previously beaten like a dog by him. If you raise your voice again, you might lose your tongue as well.”
Victor’s rage exploded completely, his composure shattering.
“SHUT UP, COMMONER WHORE! I know what the likes of you do for mere skills and arts! Wonder how many people you’ve already slept with to–”
Before he could finish, reality shifted.
Victor found himself standing on pitch-black ground under a crimson sky pulsing like a massive heart.
Bodies hung in the air around him – corpses suspended by invisible force, their dead eyes staring accusingly.
Black fog rolled across the ground with malevolent intelligence, searching.
And there, standing among the nightmare landscape, was Damian.
His crimson eyes were empty of emotion, his face showing nothing as black fog moved toward Victor like a living thing.
The fog engulfed him completely.
Victor’s mind broke open.
All his deepest fears, his most shameful thoughts, his hidden despairs – everything was pulled to the surface and amplified.
Father’s disappointment, never good enough, always second-best… The humiliation of losing to a commoner, the shame of being removed from the Council, the terror of facing Monsters and the guilt of ordering subordinates to die.
’I’ not good enough! Not strong enough! Not worthy of the family name! A failure! A disappointment! A waste of potential!’
He fell to his knees in the mindscape, his voice coming out as broken screams.
“I CAN’T LOSE TO A COMMONER! I CAN’T! FATHER WILL DISOWN ME! I’LL BE NOTHING! NOTHING!”
Damian’s voice echoed through the Domain, carrying dark amusement.
“How interesting… You have daddy issues. And I’m your biggest despair? How pathetic.”
He pushed deeper, the fog intensifying, Victor’s mental defenses crumbling like wet paper.
“The mighty Imperial heir, reduced to crying about paternal approval. This is what passes for strength in your family? No wonder you needed meatshields.”
Victor’s will shattered completely, his screams becoming incoherent.
****
[Courtyard – External Perspective]
Everyone in the courtyard watched in shocked silence as Victor suddenly dropped to his knees, his eyes unfocused and tears streaming down his face.
Thud
His mouth moved, words spilling out without control.
“Can’t lose to a commoner… Father will be disappointed… I’m nothing… nothing… NOTHING!”
He curled into a ball, hands covering his head, body shaking with sobs.
The watching students realized immediately: Victor is trapped in Damian’s Domain.
Eyes searched the crowd frantically, finding Damian standing nearby with hands in his pockets, his expression completely calm as he walked slowly toward the broken Imperial heir.
“…”
Victor was now on his knees, looking up at Damian’s approach with fear-filled eyes, unable to speak, unable to move and completely dominated.
The humiliation was absolute.
An Imperial family heir, kneeling before a commoner, crying like a child, broken by mental assault.
In the suffocating silence, Damian’s voice carried clearly to every watching student.
“Take your complaints to the Student Council. Everyone will receive appropriate justice.”
He looked down at Victor with empty eyes.
“You should learn to control your mouth. It’s not befitting the image of your house.”
His voice became harder.
“Follow me to the Council room without resistance. Or don’t blame me later for what happens.”
Victor gritted his teeth, shame and rage and fear mixing, but he stood and followed on shaking legs.
The crowd of commoner second-years fell in behind them, their faces showing grim satisfaction at seeing justice beginning.
****
[Student Council Chamber]
Elizabeth had just finished processing the final expulsion paperwork from the previous round when Damian entered with a massive crowd visible outside the chamber doors.
The other Council members – Adrian, Naomi, Liam, Gareth, Arielle, Elena – all looked up as Damian strode in followed by Edrin, Ariana, Fiona, and Victoria.
Victor stood in the doorway, his face still showing tear tracks, his composure barely maintained.
Damian’s voice was businesslike and clinical.
“Kick out the second-year students who were already expelled in the previous investigation. They’ve returned from missions now. Send them home immediately. Also enforce suspensions for those receiving temporary punishments.”
He moved closer to Elizabeth, his face becoming cold.
“There’s one more matter. Many students died on those battlefield missions. All Commoners…
Investigate this thoroughly and give appropriate punishments to those who deliberately got them killed to save themselves.”
Whisper Whisper
The Council immediately began interviewing the complainants, taking testimony and cross-referencing accounts.
The pattern became clear quickly.
Victor Cross had directly ordered subordinate commoners into suicide positions. Used them to draw Monster aggression and sacrificed them to preserve his own life and those of other Nobles.
Twenty confirmed deaths were directly attributable to his commands.
“…”
Silence fell across the chamber as the evidence accumulated.
No Imperial family member had been punished until now. This would be unprecedented…
Seeing Gareth and Arielle remain silent, clearly unwilling to make the call, Damian spoke.
“You never learn, do you? Arielle, you’re Disciplinary Committee Head. What should be done with Victor Cross?”
Victor found his voice, defiance replacing fear.
“No one can do anything to me! I’m not like other Nobles! I want to see you try to–”
Damian waved his hand casually.
Victor was yanked through the air by invisible telekinetic force, his body flying across the room, Damian’s hand catching him by the throat.
Squeeze!
He squeezed, Victor’s face turning purple, his hands clawing uselessly at the telekinetic grip.
“Don’t test my patience… No one gave you permission to speak.”
Victor’s eyes showed genuine terror now, understanding that Damian would kill him without hesitation.
Gareth’s voice came out pleading.
“Damian… Please. Release him.”
Thud
Damian opened his hand, Victor collapsing to the floor gasping.
His voice was flat and emotionless.
“Twenty talented humans dead. Wasted to protect garbage like him… Not worth it.”
“…”
Elizabeth and the others said nothing, because there was nothing to say in Victor’s defense. The evidence was clear and the crimes were documented.
Damian looked at Adrian.
“Come with me.”
He dragged Victor outside, lifting him by telekinesis in front of the massive crowd that had gathered – thousands of students, dozens of professors, everyone drawn by the commotion.
Damian’s voice carried across the entire courtyard, enhanced by Aura.
“Everyone in this Academy is a student with equal rights. Laws apply the same to everyone. No matter if you’re an Imperial heir, Noble heir, or commoner.”
He looked at Victor with cold contempt.
“For the crimes of using fellow students as meatshields in front of humanity’s enemies, Victor Cross is hereby expelled from Stormhold Academy with disgrace!”
Shocked whispers exploded through the crowd.
Even the Council members looked stunned – they’d expected suspension at most, not complete expulsion that would permanently stain Victor’s record.
Then… Professor Admond Ashford stepped forward, his grey eyes blazing with fury.
“You will do no such thing!”
His voice carried across the courtyard.
“Victor Cross is an SS rank talent! Losing someone of his caliber over some low-rank commoners is simply the cost of war! So what if more died?! They should be HONORED to have saved Humanity’s geniuses!”
Multiple students were recording everything, the moment being captured for history.
“…”
Silence spread across the Academy as Admond’s words landed.
Students reacted with shock, professors with varied expressions, the divide between ideologies made crystal clear.
Damian’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.
Tsk Tsk
“Look at this mentality, everyone. This… this is what makes humanity weak.”
He looked at the crowd directly.
“When I was in the portal fighting Giants, their commander said something that stuck with me: ’Humanity is the most divided species we’ve encountered across all our campaigns.’”
His expression became cold.
“He was right. With the amount of division our species has created, why would anyone even care about the race as a whole? Honestly? I don’t care either… I only care about my people.”
He turned to Adrian.
“Escort Victor Cross out of the Academy. Immediately.”
Admond moved to intervene, but Damian’s next words stopped him cold.
“Professor Admond Ashford is expelled from the Academy as well.”
“!!!”
He turned and walked back toward the Council chamber without looking back.
Admond scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt.
“Who do you think you are, child? You don’t have the authority to–”
A pressure descended on the entire Academy that made even S rank professors freeze.
The voice that followed was ancient, powerful and absolute.