One of the lecturers, a man with greying hair at his temples, tapped his fingers against the table. "Hold on a second. How did you even get these documents? Weren't all access points restricted? And even if there was forgery involved, who's to say the evidence you're presenting is valid?"
Alaric held his breath for a moment, his eyes gleaming with a trace of irritation. He had expected this question to come.
In a firm tone, he said, "You can check them yourself. These documents are authentic. Their contents are clearly different from the designs I created. In fact, the forged ones copied several sections from my work."
Silence followed. No one spoke. The only sound in the room was the flipping of paper.
A female lecturer, speaking in a gentler voice, tried to ease the tension. "But, Alaric… even so, without an explanation of how you obtained these documents, it's hard for us to—"
