The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School 91
Simon's consciousness faded, and he began to fall freely.
"Simon!" Just as Lorraine pulled on the reins to rush to Simon's rescue, the bio-bandages maintaining the big room started to fly in all directions.
"Ugh...!" The bandages smashed against the rocks and sliced through trees, devastating the surroundings.
Some even flew toward the central Kerasem.
Lorraine quickly spread a defensive magic circle around her and swung her ebony sword to cut through the bandages, while Serne sent feathers to block them.
The instructors also moved swiftly to handle the aftermath.
"Ah, Simon!!" "Don't worry."
Serne stretched out her right arm toward the direction Simon was falling.
The feathers that remained behind Simon shimmered with a faint light.
"I've set it up to slow his fall with the remaining feather's power, so he won't get hurt."
"Thank you."
Serne let out a sigh, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Why are you thanking me for helping Simon? It's annoying." "......?" Lorraine blinked in confusion.
The place where Simon landed was the southern island's shore.
And there was someone who spotted the unconscious Simon faster than anyone else. 'Haha! Luck comes after a crisis!' Haren Cork was running toward the direction Simon had fallen.
Just moments ago, he had nearly faced death.
Whether the effect of the feather Serne had given him had worn off, Malcolm had regained his senses.
Haren had managed to escape quickly, or else he would have faced Malcolm's revenge.
'Tsk, the remaining school life is going to be tough.' If the rumor that the entire M class was Malcolm's faction was true, he had effectively turned an entire class into enemies.
Still, Haren had a glimmer of hope. 'If I solve this issue, I can join Serne's faction!' As a special case under the heir of the Ivory Tower, what could the latecomer in the tenth position do against him? Most importantly, if he became Bahil's direct disciple, no one would be able to touch him.
Due to the recent chaos, there were hardly any students left on the southern island, allowing him to cross the bridge without any hindrance.
Once Haren entered the southern island, he pushed through the bushes and finally found him.
"Found you!" Simon lay unconscious on the grass.
"What a stroke of luck...! Huh?" Haren took a step back.
There was someone else who had arrived before him.
A tall man with broad shoulders. 'He, Hector!' It was undoubtedly Hector Moore from Class A.
As Hector turned his head, Haren gulped.
He remembered hearing rumors that this guy was also targeting Simon.
If that was true, there was a chance for conversation.
"Ahaha! Hello! Are you here for Simon too?" "......."
Hector merely looked down at Haren with a blank expression, not responding.
"I have a proposal."
Haren raised the corners of his mouth.
"Let me finish him off. If you let me do that, you can take Simon's points." "......."
"Or do you want the honor of having taken down a special case? Sure, sure. You can spread the word. Just let me finish him off......."
Hector approached Haren slowly.
Haren felt an ominous atmosphere and took a step back.
"Ah, no! Why are you doing this! I'll give everything to you!"
Hector's body advanced swiftly.
Haren hastily raised his black hand to shield himself.
Crack! When Hector's fist struck, a heavy sound echoed.
Haren stumbled back from the impact, dropping to one knee and gasping, 'Cough!' A mark that looked like a dent remained in the center of his black hand.
"...... You little bug."
An open space appeared beside Hector, and foul-smelling, sticky scales began to cling to his right arm.
Haren could only stare in disbelief.
Why was this happening? Hadn't Hector said he disliked Simon? "No, hey! Wait a minute! Do you know who I came here under orders from...!" Hector smirked.
"You don't need to know."
Hector's fist, covered in black scales, shot out with a shockwave.
Haren, already shaken from the earlier blow, realized he was no match for Hector and immediately turned to flee.
"Tsk."
When Haren dashed into the forest, Hector did not pursue him.
His gaze turned toward Simon, who lay on the grass. 'Am I really going to settle this like this?' Hector ground his teeth.
"Simon!" At that moment, Lorraine appeared riding a skeletal horse from the sky.
She jumped off the horse and rushed to kneel before Simon, checking his condition.
He was merely exhausted and unconscious, and fortunately, he didn't seem to be injured. "......!" Then she spotted Hector a short distance away.
With a wary look, she pulled Simon closer.
'This is troublesome.' After battling Serne, she hadn't had a moment's rest before facing the big room.
With her stamina and dark energy both at their limits, even Lorraine couldn't guarantee victory against Hector.
Her gaze shifted to Hector's transformed right arm. "......"
However, without saying a word, Hector, who had been glaring at the two, turned and vanished. 'Is he just leaving?' A bewildered Lorraine blinked, and Simon groaned, stirring slightly.
"Simon! Simon! Are you awake? Simon!" As Lorraine shook Simon to wake him, she pulled a potion from her space and poured it into his mouth.
"Huff! Huff! Damn! Damn!" Haren was running away in a panic, trying to escape Hector. 'I can't give up like this! Absolutely not!' Simon lay there, vulnerable and easy to catch with just a nudge.
But could he really let one person get in the way? He couldn't accept that.
If he couldn't face Hector alone, he had to gather other teammates somehow.
He pulled out one of the feathers from his pocket.
Only two feathers remained.
He needed to use one on Simon. 'Is there anyone around?' Just then, as Haren frantically pushed through the bushes, something hit his foot. '......
Ah, damn, that startled me!' It was the corpse of a monster.
No wonder monsters hadn't appeared; the corpses of monsters were piled high here.
Even the third-grade monsters, the top of the food chain on this island, lay sprawled out.
They were battered and unrecognizable chunks of meat.
And in the midst of those corpses sat a male student in a Kizen uniform, resting on a rock. '......
This is my chance!' He couldn't understand why the student was staying on the southern island instead of teleporting, but he looked quite strong.
Haren took a deep breath, adjusted his distance, and threw Serne's feather.
The feather stuck perfectly to the student's back.
Haren cheered inwardly as he revealed himself.
"Hey, get ready!" At Haren's shout, the male student slowly turned around.
His faded gray hair and the scar that split his bloodshot right eye gave off a dangerous vibe. 'He looks fierce.
Was there such a guy among the first years?' He scratched the wound on his eye with his finger.
"What do you want?" "Who are you? State your name."
"Kajan Edvalte."
Kajan Edvalte? It was a name Haren had never heard before.
"Alright, Kajan. We're going to catch Simon Polentia from now on." "......."
"He's unconscious, but Hector Moore is getting in the way. If you can distract Hector, I’ll sneak around and finish off Simon. Any questions?" Kajan stood up slowly.
"You’re targeting Simon Polentia?" "Yeah! And from now on, I won't take any questions! Just follow my orders......."
Kajan began to walk toward Haren.
Haren felt cold sweat trickling down without realizing it.
What was this? Why did it feel like déjà vu?
"Wait! Stop! Hold it right there!" But Kajan did not heed his command.
Haren felt a chill run down his spine. 'Damn! Why isn't it working? That girl! If she mixed in cheap feathers, then...!' "Are you really going to trust that?" Kajan placed his hand behind his back and plucked the feather.
He then threw it toward a nearby bush where a second-grade monster, a Lacker, was hiding.
Thud! The feather stuck perfectly into the Lacker's body.
The Lacker began to pant and then collapsed, exposing its belly to Kajan.
'What? The effect is working properly......!' Haren gaped in shock.
Was there really someone who could resist Serne's mental abilities? "Hey, wait a minute! Just listen to me!" Haren waved his hands and shouted.
"Yeah, sorry! I messed up just now! Let's make a deal! I can see you need points too, so just help me catch Simon! Then you can have Simon's points, plus half of mine......!" "The premise itself is wrong."
Kajan clenched his fist.
A dark, ominous energy began to swirl in his hand.
"If you're targeting Simon, I can't just let it go." "......!!" Haren flinched and took a step back.
Then, suddenly feeling a surge of anger, he shouted, "Damn! You too!"
"?""Why is everyone making such a fuss over Simon? Professor Bahil! Serne! Hector! What the hell is so special about that guy that everyone is making such a big deal?!" Kajan replied indifferently.
"He's just a roommate."
"Roommate?" "A guy I like has come in after a long time. He doesn't bother me at all and stays quiet until I fall asleep. But."
A thick killing intent radiated from Kajan's body.
"If Simon leaves Kizen, another noisy guy might come into my room."
"What the hell are you talking about?!" Haren shouted angrily and charged, throwing his black hand.
However, thud.
Kajan easily blocked it with his index finger. "...... Huh?" Kajan grabbed Haren's black hand and pulled with great force.
Haren's body was helplessly drawn toward Kajan.
Haren's eyes filled with sheer terror.
"Don't touch him, you trash."
Bang! Kajan's head slammed into Haren's forehead like a nail, and Haren's face was driven into the ground.
The impact shattered his shield completely, damaging even the emergency shield and causing sparks to fly.
As Haren fainted and was forcibly teleported away, Kajan turned away without a second thought.