<h4>Chapter 394: 394-used Of The Worst Crime Ever</h4>


    <strong>Yorick:</strong>


    <strong>shback:</strong>


    "You’re going to the academy," my mother stated, sitting with me and holding my hand.


    I began to frown. I had no clue why this was happening. I thought only kids who were troubled or had issues went there.


    "You want me to go to the academy and fight monsters?" I asked my mother in disbelief. I was really sad that she even suggested something like that.


    "It is not in our hands. We have to send one of our children, and it has to be you since you know your brother," she exined, then paused and looked down.


    Before I could say anything else, my father mmed his hand on the table to get our attention.


    "Why are you so sad? It is not like you will not get out of it," he remarked.


    I frowned at my father. There was no way what he was saying was truly going to happen. He knew it too.


    "There is a history tied to the academy. The only way someone survived is if they got rid of all the monsters, or if they kept going north for the rest of their life, fought the monsters, and came back alive. That is the only way," I told my father, looking straight into his eyes, because he was not fooling me.


    As my mother smiled softly at me, I began to realize they were rather calm.


    "I do not understand," I told them, staring between the two.


    "There are other ways to get a crusader out of the academy," my fathermented. His fingers tapped on the table, following a pattern. He started with his little finger, then the ring finger, and then, like a wave, he tapped through the rest until he noticed I had picked up on the confidence in his voice.


    "I would really love for you to exin it to me," I said to him, and he chuckled, nodding his head.


    "Apart from giving away the pack, there is another way. Do not worry. When it is time, you will be out," my father reassured me.


    I began to wonder if my father had lost his mind. He always spoke like this, trying to reassure me that everything would be fine. But I knew it was a lie. Once I was there, I would be stuck forever.


    <strong>End Of shback</strong>


    "You have lost your mind, but do not forget, you do not have magic to control us this time. You are going to fail miserably," I told Oriana, giving her a hard shake.


    She stared at me as if she already knew she would win this time.


    "I do not need to do any magic this time," she replied, suddenly clinging to my jacket. I lost my grip on her arms when shetched onto me.


    "Youing here. I had you fall right into my trap."


    The moment she said those words, I remembered my gut feeling. I was right. I had known I should stay away from her.


    I tried to step back, but she grabbed my jacket. Before I could even think about what she meant, her eyesnded on the dagger on the ground, and she suddenly knelt to grab it. I knew I needed to get the dagger away from her.


    She held it by the handle, pointing it at me, and I grabbed it by the de. That was when she suddenly let go, but she began to scream at the top of her lungs.


    "Help me! Help me!"


    As she screamed, she lunged at me, scratching my face and everywhere she could reach. I swung the dagger and hit her under the jaw with the handle. My hand was bleeding badly, and the noise was so loud that my ears began to ring.


    Heat rushed to my head as she kepting at me, scratching me and even ripping my shirt. Then she began to undo my belt. I pushed her back and started fixing my belt while shey there screaming.


    "Help me! What the fuck is wrong with you?"


    I fixed my belt in a hurry, but what she said next made me stop.


    "Look what he did! Look what he was doing to me!"


    My head snapped toward her. She was on the ground with her legs spread apart. The skirt she was wearing was pushed up to her stomach. Her clothes were disheveled, with one strap of her top torn off.


    It looked wrong. Then I noticed her eyes shift to the side. I turned my head and saw the ringleaders standing there, watching us with horrified looks on their faces.


    "What the heck is going on here?" Ms. Lenora demanded as she was the first to rush forward. She went straight to Oriana, who instantly pulled her skirt down to cover herself before hugging Ms. Lenora and crying.


    All eyes turned to me. I looked to my right and noticed that even the crusaders hade out to watch. The lurkers were beginning to gather as well.


    "What is going on here?" Mr. Rick yelled as he strode toward me.


    "I do not know. She had a dagger, and she was attacking me, so I took it from her," I tried to exin, but the way he came at me and grabbed my wrist to check the dagger gave me a very bad feeling.


    I let go of the dagger, and it fell to the ground. The next thing I knew, Mr. Rick shoved me back, and the lurkers starteding at me.


    "Wait, I did not do anything. She is lying. She was attacking me," I shouted at the top of my lungs.


    "Hey, let him go," Ian called out as he was the first to jump in and defend me.


    After that, others rushed forward too. They pushed the lurkers away and formed a circle around me.


    "Do you not see what he did to her?" Mr. Rick yelled.


    Everyone froze.


    "I did not do anything. She—" Before I could finish, Oriana screamed at the top of her lungs.


    "He used the dagger’s handle."


    That was all she said, but my body shuddered.


    "What?" Ms. Lenora asked her softly.


    "He used it to–prate me." She paused, then began wailing and crying loudly.