The Exiled Necromancer Wants To Create a Bone Dragon

17 – performance evaluation.

Setin’s second-year students showed their skills to the fullest, probably because it was a performance evaluation, and as a result, Ed kept losing. So far, while working in the North, he used more self-destruction than he used, destroying the skeleton and restoring it to raise it up again. Even Ed himself felt that the mastery of the skill he thought had reached its peak was accumulating.

– Kwajijik!

However, even if the skill level went up, there was a limit to the durability of the skeleton. Having won at least once and recognizing that the difficulty of the performance evaluation was doable, it was impossible for Ed to fully receive the magic containing the full power of the confident second years with a deliberately weakened skeleton. One skeleton was completely destroyed along the way.

“Wow! It’s broken!”

“That thing was never unbreakable!”

The students were quite surprised to see the skeleton break. Up until now, I had been knocking down skeletons with the feeling of bones falling off when I hit an attack, but I had never seen a skeleton’s bones break.

“Get full marks.”

“Uh… Professor, are you okay? Thank you for your hard work.”

The student who destroyed the skeleton looked embarrassed.

“Yes. Originally consumables.”

It was still awkward for Glodia to say that human bones were consumables, but thinking about it, only one of the ten skeletons she bought for class was destroyed. Glodia watched Ed quietly come up on stage.

Ed went to the pile of skeleton bones to check the bones that could be used, but it was difficult to recycle because the overall impact was accumulated and other parts were in a state of low durability. Of course, there are a lot of magic that can be used with these broken bones, but it wasn’t something the ‘Necromancer’ required in Glodia’s class would use. Ed checked the other two skeletons as well, and they were almost at their limit.

“I’ll have to change these too. I’m going to visit Professor Glodia’s lab.”

“Yes. Let’s take a break!”

The number of people from other grades who came to see the performance evaluation of the 2nd grade was considerably less than in the morning, but there were still many, so Glodia raised her voice and shouted. Setin’s students, who had a break, gathered in twos and threes to talk about the skeleton that had just been broken.

“If the skeleton becomes new, won’t it be more difficult?”

“It could be. You said you’d change all three, right?”

“Ah. I haven’t done the performance evaluation yet.”

After a while, Ed returned and took out three skeletons, and the students continued their performance evaluation. I changed the skeleton to a new one, but there was no big difference in difficulty as the students were worried about.

*

With the completion of class C’s performance evaluation, all of Glodia’s classes on Monday were over. Of the nearly 100 students who took the performance evaluation today, about 20 did not receive a perfect score, but their skills improved incomparably from a few weeks ago when they were overpowered by a skeleton.

“Instructor Ed worked hard.”

said Glodia, making coffee for Ed, who was sitting on the couch in the lab.

“thank you.”

Ed took a sip of the coffee Glodia handed him to shake off the fatigue accumulated in his body. said Glodia as she sat across from Ed.

“Instructor Ed, please work hard for a few more days.”

“That’s right. Even this performance evaluation was a contract.”

When Ed smiled slightly, Glodia realized what she had forgotten.

‘ah. Instructor Ed was a contract worker.’

What would have happened if there hadn’t been Ed, a necromancer from the north who had appeared just before the planned lecture was scrapped because he couldn’t find a suitable necromancer for a month already? Didn’t the students gradually lose their motivation while practicing martial arts as usual? It was clear that students would not participate in class with enthusiasm as they do now.

“Students’ satisfaction is high and other professors are responding positively. Instructor Ed, do you have any plans to extend the contract with Setin again?”

Glodia took a sip of her coffee and asked Ed. When they heard that a necromancer was coming to Setin, there was a big backlash from the parents, but that went well. Also, when he was in the office, other professors often asked him to borrow Ed, so the extension of the contract would be done as soon as Ed thought to do it.

“No. I’m thinking of going down south.”

“Southern… yo?”

Glodia asked, a little taken aback by Ed’s knife-like refusal.

“I didn’t want to tell you before the performance evaluation was over, but to be honest, I’m not used to losing, so losing on purpose to students made me stressful. So I’m thinking of going to the south to relieve stress and create new summons.”

“is that so?”

Glodia hadn’t thought about the stress Ed was talking about. If you think about it, the professor’s class definitely had a strong sense of ‘teaching’, but Ed’s class was more like ‘losing in a confrontation’. At first, Ed overpowered the students with one skeleton, but after the next week, after unlocking the limit of magic, he continued to be defeated by the students. Glodia felt a bit guilty for not thinking about Ed’s feelings until now.

“If you need rest, you should rest.”

“yes.”

“If another necromancer came to Cetin, would he be able to teach like Instructor Ed?”

“no.”

At Ed’s short answer, Glodia felt that Ed’s heart had left Cetin.

“Instructor Ed, is there an opponent you would like to fight with all your might?”

“If I can use my full power, I would like to spar with Principal Quasar.”

‘Come to think of it, I’ve never seen Instructor Ed give his all.’

Glodia didn’t think that Principal Quasar would lose to Ed, a 7th-level necromancer, but she had a strange idea that it would be a fight.

*

On Wednesday, all of Class A through F took the performance evaluation, and the students who didn’t get a perfect score in Class A got another chance to fight Ed’s skeleton. The students who fought with all their might were able to defeat all of them and received a perfect score in the performance evaluation. Ed, who finished class early, went back first to rest in the purple moonlit night.

Glodia went to the principal’s office thinking about the stress she had heard about Ed’s loss the other day.

“Professor Glodia, what’s going on?”

“Principal Quasar, can I tell you a little bit about Instructor Ed?”

“Yes. Is there something wrong with Instructor Ed?”

Enild was more interested than usual that Glodia had come to talk about Ed.

“It seems that Setin’s life has been quite stressful for Instructor Ed. He said losing on purpose for the sake of education is more stressful than he thought. I talked about extending the contract, but he didn’t seem to have any thoughts.”

“Hmm. I didn’t even think of the stress of defeat. It’s definitely painful if it doesn’t suit your disposition. In addition, instructor Ed uses skeletons differently from normal necromancers, so it might be more like that.”

A normal Necromancer would not care too much about the destruction and collapse of consumable skeletons, but Enild thought that because Ed had a strong connection, he could feel the destruction of skeletons and being defeated differently from other Necromancers.

He, the headmaster of Setin, thought that after suffering hundreds of defeats in a month to teach his students, he would want to take a break. Because Ed didn’t seem to be doing anything in particular to relieve that stress. Enild thought that if he had Ed as a professor at Cetin, he would have to change his teaching methods a bit.

“So, he said he is thinking of moving down south after this performance evaluation is over.”

“Instructor Ed said he was going down south?”

Hearing Glodia’s words, Enild smiled strangely.

“Yes. Still, as much as I worked as an assistant instructor at Setin, instructor Ed is a necromancer, but I thought it would be nice to be able to roam around freely, so I came to ask if there was a way. I think I should give that much as a bonus.”

“If I go south, it’s rather good. Things will work out in the direction I thought.”

“Does the principal have any other method in mind?”

“Yes. Professor Grace, can you tell me I’d like to see Instructor Ed?”

“Instructor Ed left work first today, so I’ll go back and talk to you after work.”

“Please.”

As Grace bowed to Enild and left the principal’s office, Enild looked outside. In the performance evaluation of the purification practice, it was noticed that the students who did not receive a perfect score were learning from the students who received a perfect score.

“I don’t want to miss it.”

*

When Ed went to the principal’s office the next morning, Enild greeted him with a smile.

“I heard the principal called me.”

“Yes, that’s right. Professor Glodia told me about it. Are you planning to go south?”

“Since I came down from the north, I want to go further south. Did Professor Glodia tell me the reason I’m going south?”

Enild nodded slightly in response to Ed’s question.

“Professor Glodia wants instructor Ed to be able to move around a little more freely, even if he is not in the North. The negative perception of Necromancers outside the North can’t be helped.”

“Why not just hide your ID well?”

Ed was caught because he used the subspace of the necromancer license to Glowyn without much thought, otherwise he used everything else without hesitation.

“But what if even necromancers could freely travel to areas other than the North?”

“Is there such a way?”

“Be under the protection of the saintess. My nephew is in the south. I asked before to meet with Instructor Ed when I come up to the center. It would be nice if we could meet in advance.”

Ed was surprised that Enild’s nephew was a saint, but after living in Setin for about a month, he raised a question.

“By the way, Principal, what is the sacredness of Cetin? I don’t know, because the students have never shown anything in particular.”

Ed asked because he didn’t have a good sense of ‘divineness’ because he was only in charge of purification training and practical work. Because that divinity is strong, there must be a being called a saint.

“I don’t think the North doesn’t tell you either. Divinity appears as ‘power’. Mana and other powers are borrowed from the gods and used. Diraea, whom I believe in, is the goddess of truth and can create the space I opened last time. Truth It is the authority that is said to be the sanctuary of the

“So I didn’t figure it out then. I think I know roughly.”

“Of course, authority does not mean all-powerful power. It can embody concepts such as truth, punishment, and justice. So, would you like to meet my nephew?”

“Even if I don’t belong to Cetin, can I be protected by the saint?”

“I’m sorry about that. Talk to my nephew. Maybe it’s possible.”

“Then I’ll think about it on the way south. It gives me something to think about while I’m on the train.”

Ed slightly bowed his head and stood up. As Ed left the principal’s office, Enild rested her arms on the desk and rested her chin.

“Maria must do well.”

Ed’s recruitment depended on his nephew in the South.