The Exiled Necromancer Wants To Create a Bone Dragon

6 – Cetin Divine Academy.

“By the way, Ms. Glodia, is it okay? If the assistant instructor in charge fights with the students of Cetin?”

Ed asked Glodia because the situation was different from when he was arranging the ranks of the guerrillas during his time in the North. Glodia thought about it carefully after hearing that, and thought that it would be okay if the general assistant instructor herself, the professor, supervised the sparring while attending.

However, Ed is a necromancer, a northerner who is defined as a potential enemy by Cetin Divine Academy. I wasn’t sure if I could match a guy like that with Cymus Verzovna.

“Do you think the assistant instructor is confident?”

Glodia seemed hesitant, so Cymus decided to provoke Ed further. Because he was a man who accepted the reason that it was an assistant instructor qualification check that students could not get involved in the first place. The necromancer, a pre-assistant instructor, said whether Cymus’ idea was correct.

“It’s easy to show the difference in skill.”

“Oh? Instructor, you’re manly. Let’s go. The 1st training ground is empty.”

Cymus stabbed him twice in the back with his thumbed fist. Ed, who was behind Glodia, strode out, and Glodia grabbed Ed’s arm.

“You can’t let Mr. Ed go over!”

“It’s okay since I’ve already taken the skeleton.”

Glodia wanted to ask when Ed got the skeleton. Where in the course did you have time to pack a skeleton? In the blink of an eye, he made 10 skeletons his own and made them move at the same time, which surprised him a little. And Cymus came and got out of the warehouse together, but in the meantime, he took the skeleton? As a professor of purification practice, I thought that my senses were not inferior, but in the process just now, I realized that Necromancers are quite difficult to deal with.

“Okay. Show me one more time.”

After all, Glodia also knew that Edgar was a 7th-level necromancer, and that he had come down from the north due to circumstances, so he needed to know more. What if you’re a criminal, like your sister Glowin said? I requested a background check this morning, but I could hear the results tomorrow.

“Let’s go to the training ground together.”

The three of them from Glodia’s lab followed Cymus to the first arena. As Cymus took Professor Glodia and a man he hadn’t seen before, people naturally started to gather. However, Glodia thought that Tilda’s influence was the reason why people gathered like this on weekends.

If you go to the left of the building where the laboratory was located, there are several square-sized empty lots, and that was the training ground. As it was the Cetin Divine Academy, most of the students were good at healing, and if there were no fatal accidents, the medical professor could restore it to its original state, so the battlefield was relatively simple.

As soon as Ed went to the first arena, he estimated the size first. Ed’s maximum command range was short, so he always had to think about distance, and he could clearly read distances up to 25m. Fortunately, the battlefield was slightly over 20m in width and height, so I didn’t have to worry about the maximum command range.

“Symus and the professor and the man?”

“Is it a love fight?”

“No, Tilda said she was a necromancer.”

“Ah. Did you really save it?’

While Setin’s students were groaning and each aware of the current situation, Cymus stood in the center of the arena and said,

“Professor Glodia has brought in an assistant instructor here, but don’t you think you need to check your skills? He’s the one who will teach us, so shouldn’t we be recognized for his skills?! I’ll do it for you, so don’t worry!”

“Uuu! What kind of representative are you!”

“Are you fooling around with high grades in purification practice!”

Cymus played the game, but from Ed’s point of view, it seemed that the students were still acknowledging Cymus’ skills. Ed stood outside the arena and said.

“Ed, I’m a 7th class necromancer from Necropolis. I’ll use only one skeleton.”

As Ed introduced himself, a story about a 7th grade necromancer was going around among the students.

“A real necromancer!”

“Do you know how strong a 7th grader is?”

“I heard that there are grades from 9th grade to limited grade.”

“A necromancer came into Setin?

There were some extreme reactions, but Ed didn’t care and held the necromancer license in his pocket. As the door opened, a skeleton chill appeared in the air. Since I am a level 7 necromancer, the size of the subspace is small and it contains money, so I only brought 3 skeletons to the subspace, but I think one is enough.

“Wow. It’s a real skeleton!”

“This is purification practice!”

“It’s a little creepy to see it actually move, isn’t it?”

“The necromancer is really Cetin’s assistant instructor?”

The belligerent male students wanted to fight the skeleton a lot, and the female students were a little reluctant. The skeleton that Ed called out rattled and moved forward. When the skeleton stood in front of Cymus, who was standing in the center of the first arena, the difference was clearly felt.

Cymus, with his black hair cut very short, was large and muscular. It was the average body of a student who took a paladin class as a major in Setin and could be said to be a physicalist.

However, the skeleton that came out against him was literally a bone. He was short, missing one of Cymus’s head, and he looked really dwarfed because he had no flesh and only bones. With Cymus and Skeleton standing facing each other like this, it looked like Cymus would win.

“Professor, if you’re fighting something like this, you really don’t need an assistant instructor? Maybe you need to reorganize the class?”

Cymus snorted and ignored the skeleton in front of him. In fact, I wondered what it would be like for Glodia to learn how to fight necromancers in terms of experience, but seeing it openly like this, there was a big difference. Still, he trusted Ed, who seemed confident, and stood between Cymus and Skeleton.

“Ed doesn’t officially qualify as a visitor to Setin, so both of you should do it in moderation.”

The skeleton nodded, along with Ed, and Cymus responded with a double thump on his chest.

“Coupling begins.”

The hand raised to the sky was swung down, and Glodia stepped back with a quick movement.

It was Cymus who moved first. Cymus, who activated his body using mana, swung a fist at the head of a skeleton smaller than himself. However, the skeleton rattled as if it had read the attack, leaned down and punched Cymus in the stomach.

“Oops?!”

Since it was the first attack, Cymus swung a little big, so he thought it was possible to miss. And I expected the skeleton’s counterattack, but I couldn’t dare to guess this pain. I only gave the muscled abdomen to the fist made of white bones, but a tingling pain invaded my body. In order not to allow further attacks, I immediately stepped back and used healing magic on the stomach that was hit by the skeleton.

“It’s pretty sharp on the subject of bones.”

“It’s a pity that I forgot and didn’t have a sword equipped.”

Skeletons are weak. That’s why ordering the minimum equipment is the standard, and it’s rare to fight with your bare hands like this. Fingers are brittle because of their small bones, and if they break, repairing them is complicated. As if hearing Ed’s words, Setin’s student threw a practice sword over the arena.

“Thank you. I’ll remember that.”

The skeleton ran in the direction the sword was flying and then jumped slightly to grab the sword. Landing on the floor and holding a sword, the skeleton had the posture of a swordsman.

“Symus! What do you need?”

“hammer!”

“It’s heavy!”

Another student brought Symus a practice hammer. Cymus, holding a hammer suitable for holding and swinging rather than a warhammer with a long handle, and a skeleton holding a sword stood in the center of the sparring hall again. And it moved.

Kaaang! Kang! Caang!

Symus used his natural strength and size to swing the hammer, while Ed’s skeleton relieved the burden on his body by striking and striking with a sword. By all accounts, it was Cymus who was leading the battle. While the students were lowering the level of danger against the necromancer in their minds, thinking that the weak-looking skeleton could hold up well in a fight where victory or defeat seemed determined, Glodia was different.

‘I can’t believe Cymus’ power can continue to flow like that.’

As long as the Necromancer’s magical power is not exhausted, the skeleton will not get tired. And to destroy the skeleton’s core, mana, not physical force, had to be used, so Cymus had to use mana to stop the fight, which was just a waste of physical strength. Glodia thought that Cymus, who had a real talent for fighting, couldn’t have noticed it, and as expected, Cymus moved.

The hammer Cymus raised was covered with golden mana. The hammer, which had grown in size, hit the core at the center of the skeleton, and the skeleton raised its sword to block the attack head-on, but it was broken.

Pagagagak!

As the skeleton shattered and scattered, Cymus grinned and raised his hammer.

“Ha ha ha! It’s no big deal! It was just using mana!”

“Good job Cymus!”

“Necromancers are no match for Setin!”

The students who were watching also clapped their hands and cheered for Cymus, who had won over the necromancer. Ed said as Cymus raised his arms and was drunk with victory.

“Then, student Cymus, let’s move on to how to fight the ‘Necromancer’ with deep learning.”

“What do you mean by that?”

The moment Cymus tried to argue with Ed, who had been defeated, his stomach churned.

All strength went out of my body.

Knees bent spontaneously.

No voice came out.

All she can do is look at Ed slowly approaching with fearful eyes.

Ed picked up a practice sword off the floor and placed it on Cymus’ neck.

“This is a basic curse that Necromancers often use. Necromancers can not only deal with summoned creatures.”

Then he tapped Cymus on the neck twice with the practice wooden sword and Ed turned around and walked out.

Damn it!

After the skeleton, which had been broken around the core, took shape again, it disappeared into the subspace of Ed’s necromancer license.

A student barely opened his mouth when he heard only Ed’s footsteps in the ring 1, which had been filled with cries of Cymus’ victory just now.

“Is that a 7th grade necromancer?”