My Trash Talent Is Actually OP!
Chapter 47 - 47: Everything Is Working In His Favour

The next day came just as fast as the last, and it felt like it wasn't even enough for Asher. He had shared his room with Nova, ensuring the room was perfectly ventilated and cools enough for her.

She insisted that she would be more comfortable on the ground, as a result of the cold tiles, so he layed out blankets and handed over one of his pillows to her.

Since she was new to sleeping under a roof, and on fabric, Asher had to wait till she was comfortable enough before falling asleep.

Sinnett, as agreed, took the living room. It was a silent contract. Asher had told him he'd have no problems with him being around Alya, as long as he kept his hands to himself and respected boundaries.

Which was actually a lie, "No one was going to taint his own sister, especially Sinnett."

By the time they left the apartment, the sun had risen fully, and the air was warm, unlike the previous night.

Nova wore a white oversized shirt that covered everything, leaving alot for the imagination, and a black leggings underneath, things she got from her personal created inventory.

Sinnett wore an oversized shirt, and pants, with his silver pendant that just matched with his eyes and skin.

And Asher was almost jealous, that he wasn't dark skinned.

However, he wore what Alya set out for him, a knitted vest, a white button up shirt underneath and plain black pants.

And their bags hung over their shoulder.

Nova walked beside Asher as he kept his gaze focused on his phone, to make a few transactions.

To Alya, incase, since he might as well be leaving soon, he would have to give her money, if the next pay came in, he would also add more, and then keep the rest for himself.

And then, he also had to clear all of Alya's college fees in her school, and since she had a year left it wasn't so hard.

Ria's fees are already paid though, from the allowance her original parents left in her name, which is why they never run out of cash, surprising but true.

They left so much that is he ran out of money that money they had left for her, could be used, before he got money.

An intelligent plan, and he was grateful to her parents, even though he could have handled it easily.

Sinnett trailed behind, humming to himself and tapping on his screen. He wasn't paying attention to anything.

Their class was held in the South Wing, the same amphitheater-style room as always. The seats curled upward like a stadium.

Asher led the way to the top row. It was quiet there, the perfect spot for someone like him. Nova followed without question.

Sinnett dropped into the seat beside him with a dramatic sigh and stretched his legs like he owned the place.

Emma and Tay entered not long after.

Emma's eyes scanned the room briefly before settling on Asher. She walked over with Tay at her side. Tay gave Asher a nod, a quiet, neutral greeting, as he slid into a seat beside Sinnett.

Emma stopped in front of Asher, as he rose up to his feet. Then she stepped forward and hugged him, which was shocking but nevertheless he embraced her

Her head stayed low, unsure of how Naomi or anyone else seeing her would think, but she did it because she actually wanted to.

But thinking about how Naomi had been her closest friend once and that friendship being in pieces now, make her feel more guilt..

Asher patted her back once before letting go and she placed herself beside Nova without a word.

Naomi entered a few seconds later. Her smile was sour, like she was still pained about something, but when she caught Asher's gaze on her, she smiled warmly.

Just turned his attention forward. She said nothing and made her way to the front row.

The instructor arrived shortly after.

Tall. Gray robes. His voice was sharp but paced—meant to slice through noise and demand attention. His name was Darius Wren, one of the academy's law specialists.

"Today's subject," he began, "is the legal structure of Velcrest and the criminal underworld that haunts its alleys."

Several students straightened in their seats.

"As many of you know, Velcrest functions under a multi-tier justice system. The city's inner courts handle civilian disputes, licensing violations, and minor property crimes."

"Outer courts deal with guild activity, illegal missions, and class-related offenses. But the Crimson Court...." he paused, letting the name settle, ".....handles high-crime offenses, magic abuse, and Class-Level catastrophes."

He tapped his screen, projecting notes onto the curved wall. "Despite the order, Velcrest is crawling with crime. Many operate in the shadows—rogue guilds, black markets, relic smugglers. There are rumors of necro-trafficking, though unconfirmed."

Asher didn't flinch. Sinnett leaned over and whispered something about how boring it all was. Asher ignored him.

Darius continued. "You may also be familiar with the Draconic Ban of Year 912. Post-war legislation. All dragon-class beasts are to be reported, restrained, or eliminated. No exceptions."

Asher's gaze didn't shift.

"Dragon history is locked behind political walls. What you've been taught is a fraction of the truth. Some things... are better left untouched."

He let that statement hang before shifting into legal specifics. Court names. Power distribution. Law enforcement branches. Sinnett began tapping his pen against his leg. Nova took notes, her expression blank.

The lecture dragged for nearly two hours. When it finally ended, most students rushed out. Asher remained seated.

Then his phone screen on his desk lit up and vibrated, he picked it up with raised brows, and saw a message from Headmaster Ardent

Message from: Ardent Apollo

Asher Morgan, You, Novarin Wynter, and Sinnett Varrow are excused from classes today and for the remaining hours, if your mission is recorded incomplete . Leave the academy immediately. Details will be sent en route, have a wonderful day..

Asher stood up slowly, and pocketed his phone. "Let's go," he muttered.

Nova rose without a word. Sinnett groaned but followed. Tay glanced over from his seat, offering a nod again, which Asher returned. Emma stood too.

He turned and walked over to her, placed a hand on her head, a soft pat, a gesture she didn't expect but welcomed, and her gaze softened.

"I'll be back," he said, voice low.

She smiled. "Be safe."

He turned to Tay and shook his hand briefly before leaving the hall with his two guildmates in tow.

They exited the South Wing, the late morning was already waiting for them outside.

The wind had picked up, rustling the trees that bordered the academy fields, and the other students moved and walked around chatting.

For Asher, today was going to be good. Everything was moving in his favor.

No responsibilities in class. No time wasted. Just the mission ahead.

They walked the path toward the academy's main gates. The tall iron bars stood open, guarded by two instructors who barely glanced at them. Everyone knew what a message from Ardent meant, orders from the top. No one questioned it.

"Where to now?" Sinnett asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Our gear," Asher replied simply. "We're not going into this half-dressed."

Sinnett smirked. "Damn right."

They walked to the storage building, on the other side of the gate, stepping in, they quickly headed to their respective lockers.

Asher and Sinnett grabbed their usual gear, gauntlet and his Guild coat.

Their weapons were personally on them, except Sinnett who didn't actually need weapons.

Nova, already got her Outcast Guild coat, and quickly walked to a corner.

She discarded her coat for a moment, switched into her demi-human form. Her horns grew, and her frame became taller, though still shorter than Asher.

She picked up her bow and arrow, placed it carefully on a bench, so it wouldn't vanish, and switched back to her human form

She swiftly strapped the bow to her back, adjusted her coat again and exhaled.

Sinnett, always a bit slower, finished gearing up last. "Let's get moving," he muttered, stretching his limbs.