Some of the lecturers looked visibly surprised by Alaric's confidence. One of his supervising professors, who actually knew him well, sighed heavily. As if wanting to say something, but holding back.
Another lecturer, an older man with thick glasses, finally spoke up. "Go ahead, Alaric. We won't stop you from finding the truth. But remember… until it's proven, this shadow of guilt will still follow you."
Alaric turned to him. It seemed pointless to explain anything further. This university was treating him like he no longer mattered. Like he was disposable now that he was no longer useful.
"I understand, Sir." Alaric gave a slow nod. Then, with a composed motion, he pushed his chair back and stood up. His hands adjusted the formal shirt that had gotten slightly wrinkled while seated.
All eyes followed him as he gave a small, respectful nod. "If you'll excuse me."
Alaric turned and walked out. Each step he took echoed clearly across the floor.
