Dragon Necromancer: Starting With First Dragon Bloodline-Chapter 49: Bullies

The trio exchanged glances before Selaira locked eyes with the pair. "How about both of you train with me?"

’Thalia as well?’ Noa thought in surprise. But he liked the idea of both of them practicing under Selaira, especially when the girl was an outstanding fighter. ’She will be so happy.’

He glanced at his maid to see her reaction.

What met his eyes wasn’t something he couldn’t have predicted.

But Thalia’s genuine smile and a face that brightened instantly weren’t on his bingo card. "I knew it," she exclaimed. "I had a premonition that the three of us would train together. We might even become best friends in the future, right?"

"Best friends?" Noa and Selaira exclaimed simultaneously.

The former shook his head. ’I know I told her to get a female friend, but with her of all people? And isn’t that too fast?’ Noa thought and looked at the startled queen.

Selaira remained silent.

Yet her face had reddened slightly, and not knowing how to react, she nodded gently.

Seeing this, Thalia almost jumped onto the table. She was happy for Noa and for herself, a surge of excitement making her heart ring in her chest.

Not only was she eager to learn more about combat, but she also liked the idea of having a girlfriend.

Noa had been her only friend her whole life, and though she loved him to death, she wanted new, girly experiences too.

’She agreed,’ he, however, was the one who couldn’t understand what they were thinking.

The stoic Selaira agreeing with Thalia went beyond his expectations.

But knowing that it was a good thing for both of them, Noa didn’t comment on that matter. All he did was add more to the conversation. "I have no problem as well," he began, eyeing the girls. "So, when are we going to start?"

"We have classes to attend until evening. That’s when the free time starts, right? We have to spend it wisely," Thalia noted, stuffing herself with another mouthful of rice.

"Works for me," Noa nodded. "How about you, princess?"

Selaira’s eyes narrowed, her brows twitching. "Don’t call me that again," she warned. "And yes, it works for me too. We can meet at six in the third-floor hall."

The three of them lingered at the table.

They ate, chatted, letting the noise and rumors about them fade into the background.

Thalia kept the conversation light.

She asked Selaira about her favorite weapons, dresses, or cakes.

Noa mostly listened, occasionally jesting—enough to make Thalia roll her eyes.

By the time their trays were empty, students had already moved to their classrooms.

Selaira left her seat first.

"Don’t be late," she reminded and strode towards the exit. Eyes still followed her every step, and murmurs remained around the table.

Watching her go, Thalia stood and grabbed her bag. "We should go. Let’s do our best in class and with her as well."

"I didn’t know you were so socially adept," Noa said, following her behind. "You managed to befriend the most popular girl in the academy within seconds."

"That’s because we cool people attract each other," Thalia answered.

A moment later, they pushed open the door to the familiar classroom; soft voices spilling out instantly.

All eyes landed on them.

Every student present had already heard about their interaction with the goddess. Most of them watched Noa with jealousy and hatred, but the word of his meeting with the council had already gone out.

As Noa stepped inside the room, he felt every peering stare on his back.

Yet he returned none of them.

He wanted to make them insignificant in his eyes—to show that they didn’t even amount to his single glance.

So he dropped into his chair like nothing was wrong.

"Look at his smirk. I want to erase it forever."

"How did he even survive meeting with the council? Why did they let him go, and why are we wasting our precious resources on him?"

"That’s not what I am curious about. Why was he walking and eating with our queen?"

Amidst the chaotic noises, Thalia slid beside him.

Noa, to his surprise, caught a slight smirk on her face as the girls behind her couldn’t meet her gaze.

The instructor had yet to show up.

Nor were Noa’s roommates in sight.

They seemed to still be accompanying Marlo, who, based on Thalia’s description, wasn’t in a state to attend any classes.

Just then, Noa felt not-so-sudden approach from behind. ’Here it is. I was getting tired of dealing with teachers. Now it’s time to deal with some brats.’

"What are you smirking at?" one of the three boys standing before him said, glaring at Noa with malice.

"I am sorry," he answered, his smirk widening. "It’s just my condition—laughing when I see idiots, I mean."

Silence fell.

The boys exchanged glances.

They hadn’t expected Noa to counter so gutsily.

One of them stepped forward, towering over Noa with his huge build and oppressive aura. "You think you are funny, Graveworm?"

In full seriousness, Noa shook his head. "No. I think you are the funny one. Remember—I was the one laughing."

The boy clenched his fist, his jaw tightening.

Friends following him gasped, and it made him even more mad.

"Watch yourself!" the boy warned, putting his fist on the table to intimidate him.

"This guy," Noa sighed. "How can I watch myself when I am looking at you? And I told you, you all look like idiots, not mirrors."

This was the final straw.

The boy and his friends snapped, and as their fists rose to punish Noa for his insolence, Thalia spoke, "Can we take this outside? After class. I hate blood on my fingers—it has a foul smell."

Her calm tone and declaration made them falter.

As a result, a few of the nearby students snickered, making them even angrier at Noa.

At that moment, the door also opened and revealed a middle-aged man in a standard military uniform.

The leader of the group clicked his tongue.

"This won’t end here!" he declared before turning away, the other two following hesitantly.

The tension was no more.

Now it was time for the lesson Noa and Thalia had been waiting for to begin.