Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 981

Chapter 981: Chapter 981 - Taming the Ceremony - 9

A small burst of light had appeared in the center of the hall.

The door opened at the same moment, letting in extra light and adding to the distraction.

Ren had appeared.

Externally, Luna Starweaver was trembling slightly with shivers and emotion, yet she didn’t move.

Internally, she was having the most intense reaction of her entire life in a room full of people who couldn’t know it, in front of a man who didn’t deserve a single one of her emotions, wearing the same expression of perfect neutrality she had learned to carry and that her mother had called, once, ’your precious statue face’.

Lykea Starweaver would have screamed.

Luna Starweaver smiled one millimeter.

Luckily enough to express the internal mayhem.

’You have to be okay. You have to be okay. You have to be okay...’

Ren walked...

His pace was regular, the posture was correct, the clothing was appropriate to the occasion. No visible signs of transformation, no crystallization marks, no darkened veins, nothing that confirmed in any immediate or obvious way the picture Orion had spent a good hour of this session constructing.

But his head was slightly forward. Only by the degree necessary for his gaze to stay hidden in his hair. And he moved with an economy that wasn’t quite the most natural, the stoic, too deliberate motion of someone for whom each movement required a small amount of additional intention.

He reached the podium.

He stopped.

He didn’t look at anyone.

Luna had taken half a step forward. Larissa’s hand on her arm stopped her yet again, the same gesture she had been using all session, luckily still working, sadly still necessary.

Liora had her eyes fixed on him with an intensity she wasn’t attempting to conceal.

Julius was looking at the boy with the face of someone evaluating a situation on insufficient data, running the available information against what he needed to confirm and not yet having enough.

Orion was watching too, and some of the composure he had maintained for the entire session had shifted, not broken, but adjusted. He wasn’t seeing exactly what he had expected to see. The calculation behind his eyes was updating.

The master of ceremonies cleared his throat and began the reading.

The name.

The classification.

The verified merits.

The list of documented contributions was the longest list of its kind that the master of ceremonies had read in years. Possibly the longest he had ever read.

It grew in absolute silence, each line adding to the one before it while the hall didn’t move, because the room didn’t know how to respond to these numbers when the person who had produced them was standing there just after most of them had those thoughts about him...

Luckily he was with his head down not looking at anyone.

The lands, the titles, the resources. The master of ceremonies had verified several of them twice, because the first time through he had assumed he had misread something.

He hadn’t misread anything.

The quantity was absurd. Things that tamers of full careers didn’t accumulate in decades, all of it verified, all of it documented, all of it ’formally’ impossible to dispute in the record.

Which, in the context of everything Orion had installed in the first hour of the session, did not produce the effect it should have produced.

It should have silenced the doubts. A list that long, that clean, that thoroughly verified should have been its own answer, the kind of record that made the questions asked earlier look small.

But it didn’t.

Every line was one more line of something too perfect, too complete, too impossible for a young man his age. And a ’figure so young’ standing in the center of the hall with his gaze on the floor offered nothing that made it easier to believe him as an ordinary person who had arrived here by ordinary means.

No expression directed at anyone and no physical acknowledgment of what was being read didn’t help either.

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