The Heir of Ophidia

Damion paused, read the words on the screen, lowered his head and smirked.

The man sitting across him stroked his red beard, waiting patiently for Damion's response.

The three hooded individuals' aura changed, appearing to be getting impatient by the lack of a reply. Their mana was draining just to keep their abilities active, yet Damion wasn't saying anything.

Damion felt the change in their aura through Dragon's Authority, and unwilling to waste any more time, he answered. "No."

The red bearded man briefly glanced at the two hooded living lie detectors behind Damion, before shooting Damion a piercing gaze.

"Okay. Where were you last night then?" The man asked again, raising an eyebrow and leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table.

"In my room," Damion answered.

"What were you doing," he pressed on.

Damion frowned. "Sleeping, until I was attacked."