Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 979

Chapter 979: Chapter 979 - Taming the Ceremony - 7

The ceremony continued...

The arguments over Luna’s personal jurisdiction advanced with the complexity they deserved, each faction pressing its interpretation of the territorial structure, each claim requiring its own verification against the record, the session moving forward with the people who were fighting over something real valuable and knew it.

But several of those present had started glancing toward the door with a frequency that increased as the session moved toward the recognition phase.

On Luna’s side of the hall, the accumulated tension was visible in small ways, the set of Larissa’s posture, the direction of Liora’s attention.

Julius followed the session with the focus of someone for whom every remaining minute had a higher value but still was running down.

The recognition phase arrived anyway...

"The session proceeds to the conferral of recognitions for the fifth academic year," announced the master of ceremonies. "First-place finisher: tamer Ren Patinder."

Nobody walked to the podium.

The door didn’t open.

Ten seconds.

Orion shifted forward in his seat, just enough, just at the moment when the wait had become slightly uncomfortable. Not a dramatic movement. The small, deliberate adjustment of someone who has been patient and is choosing now to let that patience show its teeth.

"You see," he said. "You see how this works."

"The protocol establishes a one-minute waiting period," said Julius.

"The protocol establishes many things that you apply when convenient." Orion directed it at the hall, not at Julius. "If he doesn’t appear, I formally request that my objection to the conferral of recognitions in his absence be entered into the record... That it be noted."

"Noted," said the master of ceremonies, because that was what he was required to say.

Twenty seconds.

Liora stopped looking toward the point at the far end of the hall she had been watching since the session began. She looked at her hands instead. Something in the shift was visible to anyone paying attention, the particular quality of someone who has been waiting for something and has stopped believing it will arrive in time.

"He’s gone, isn’t he," said Orion, low enough that it reached only those nearby but clear enough that it carried to all of them. "You’re waiting for him to appear by some miracle. Waiting for the experiment to come back in time to silence the questions nobody wants to answer."

"Enough," said Arturo.

Thirty seconds.

Julius didn’t change his expression. But something in his posture adjusted, a small, involuntary shift that someone watching closely would have read as a calculation not producing the expected result. The kind of tell that only appeared when there was nothing left to do except wait, and waiting wasn’t working.

The master of ceremonies opened his mouth to announce the representation-in-absence procedure.

’This is my fault.’

’No.’

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