Warlock Ch 324. Riot
Damian leaned forward, voice carrying through the noise. "Hey, dumbass!"
The arena stilled.
The council members flinched.
Damian grinned. "So, you're saying this guy—" He gestured at the battle mage. "—is making all this up? Fabricating the whole thing?" he stated.
The councilman scowled. "There is no concrete proof—"
Damian let out a sharp, exasperated laugh. "How long are you gonna keep saying that over and over again?" His voice cut through the noise like a blade, sharp and dripping with frustration. His patience was long gone, and honestly, after the bullshit of this whole day, he was one breath away from incinerating someone. "You got a bunch of witnesses! Are we not proof? The princess is alive! She's proof! Me? Proof!" He jabbed a finger toward the battle mage, his voice rising. "He's also a proof! The princess's knight? Proof! And the entire damn audience—all of them—are a solid proof of your nasty plan!"
