Chapter 516
He had been completely fooled.
Jetz, whose right wing had been severed, was plummeting. Every foothold nearby had been blown apart by Simon, and below him was nothing but an endless cliff and clouds.
If you fall past the clouds in the Sky Arena, it’s judged as “out of bounds”. Regardless of the barrier gauge remaining, it means disqualification.
‘To end like this…!’
Clutching both wings, Jetz’ eyes widened.
‘It can’t end here!’
He hurriedly attempted to reconfigure his flight magic circle. Instead of letting both wings vanish, he forced out Darkness in a sudden burst to propel himself forward like a booster.
‘Forward!’
Paaang!
The blackened wings blasted Jetz forward as if hurling him. Soon his body crashed down onto the farthest edge of land at the arena’s perimeter.
Thud-thud-thud!
Of course, expecting a safe landing was too much. His body rolled across the ground several times before bouncing off the audience fence.
Nearby spectators gasped in shock. The commentator’s scream rang out as he clutched his head.
“J–Jetz!”
“Are you okay?!”
Groaning, Jetz pushed his upper body up with trembling arms.
“Urgh, the barrier saved me, at least.”
[Simon Follentia: 79%]
[Jetz Shimerat: 25%]
In an instant his gauge dropped into the 20s, blinking red in warning.
When Jetz lifted his head, Simon appeared in the air, flying effortlessly in his “Royal Guard Flight Mode”.
“Kh, khk…!”
Jetz struggled to his feet.
“Skeletons leaping through the sky, and a flight armor crafted from those skeletons. You really prepared something great, Simon.”
Simon gazed down at him.
“You still have the luxury to praise others?”
“Of course!”
Jetz grabbed his school shirt and ripped it open, revealing a magic circle engraved on his abdomen.
“It means I had my own big move prepared too!”
Jetz’s magic circle activated immediately.
<Jetz’ Original – Ignipotence>
Fwoooosh!
From the circle on his stomach, a storm of green flames burst outward in every direction.
‘The range of this spell is up to 1,800 meters! You’re perfectly caught!’
In response, Simon swept his hand. The emerald glow drained from the nearby Royal Guard skeletons and gathered beside him, forming a magic circle.
Behind that circle, Simon opened a subspace.
“Come forth. Knights.”
<Simon’s Original – Royal Guard & Blade Storm>
Shoooom!
Two Skeleton Knights surged out of the subspace, their bodies dyed a turquoise glow.
The white whirlwind transformed into a vast emerald vortex, piercing through the fiery storm like a lance.
‘Wh-what the hell?!’
In panic, Jetz canceled his black magic and raised a Darkness Shield.
Crash!
The Knights’ vortex shattered the shield and then stopped spinning, pinning his arms to the ground from either side.
“What the—!”
Bzzzzzzing!
Jetz’ gaze turned upward. The Skeleton Knights, and even the flight suit, had their Clouds converging toward Simon. The gathering light burst into the shape of a black cross, morphing into a massive arrow.
“Damn it!!”
Jetz thrashed desperately, but the Knights did not release him.
<Simon’s Remade – Blood Arrow>
As Simon’s body fell under gravity, the black arrow shot downward.
“…Ha.”
The Skeleton Knights finally let go, stepping back. Jetz stared at the incoming black arrow and gave a resigned, bitter laugh.
“Seriously. That’s f***ing insane.”
KABOOOOOOOM!
The pitch-black blast engulfed Jetz, spreading outward in a wide fan pattern from the impact point.
“Kyaaaaah!”
The massive aftershock forced the students in the stands to duck down.
[Simon Follentia: 79%]
[Jetz Shimerat: 0%]
[Winner!]
The referee raised his arm high.
[Student Council President of Keyzen, Simon Follentia!]
Transfer students from Aland roared with cheers until their throats went hoarse. Sierra’s students, with dejected faces, sighed with regret. Some still applauded the fine match.
“Damn, I thought we had a shot since their president’s only a second year this year.”
“But Keyzen is Keyzen, after all.”
Sierra’s students admitted defeat gracefully and left their seats. As Simon’s flight suit dissolved, he landed lightly on the slope where Jetz had fallen.
Gathering his scattered skeletons, he walked toward the stands.
“Amazing.”
“Next year, I’ll join that school…!”
Especially among Sierra’s freshmen, eyes full of admiration followed Simon.
“Now then.”
Meanwhile, in the VIP room.
Jane turned her back and walked off.
“Please take care of the cleanup, chancellor. When you return to work next month, the Servant Team Leader will explain your duties.”
“...Khhk!”
Sierra’s chancellor, face flushed crimson, clenched his trembling fists.
* * *
That evening.
“Ahh, I feel alive again.”
Simon enjoyed the luxury of having Sierra’s on-campus hot springs all to himself. Soaking in the steaming, bubbling water, his fatigue melted away.
“So Sierra’s famous for hot springs. It was true.”
He tilted his head back, staring blankly at the ceiling with droplets forming, when his thoughts drifted to the other student council members.
‘I wonder if everyone’s doing okay on their mission evaluations.’
He wanted to indulge in sentiment, but the water was so hot he couldn’t last more than an hour.
After leaving the bath, Simon donned the guest robe Sierra had prepared and stepped outside. Stretching under the dim night sky, he savored the rare sense of leisure.
‘After Tarados, this was the 3rd of the great three necromancer school tours. Quite the grind.’
Tonight he would stay one night in Sierra, and tomorrow morning he’d depart for the last of the great three—Moyran.
Sierra had even provided a whole building near the hot springs as guest lodging.
Simon walked leisurely toward the quarters. After the earlier battle, even the high-altitude sickness felt manageable.
“You’re Keyzen’s Student Council President, aren’t you?”
“?”
Simon turned toward the voice.
A man with one darkened pupil leaned against a tree.
“Could I borrow a moment of your time?”
He wore a red coat over his uniform, its design similar to Simon’s president’s coat.
‘Could he be…’
“I’m Sierra’s Student Council President, third year, Roberto.”
He extended his hand. Simon quickly collected himself and shook it.
“An honor to meet you. Simon Follentia, Student Council President of Keyzen.”
The two shook hands lightly. Roberto gestured.
“Not the best place to talk. Let’s move somewhere else.”
“...Ah, yes. Of course.”
Roberto led Simon into a nearby school building.
Simon rubbed his arms against the cold night air, grateful for the warmth indoors.
“Here we are.”
Roberto opened a door, and Simon entered without suspicion.
“Ah.”
Inside were Sierra students, some still in uniform, others lounging in casual clothes as if they’d just bathed.
Among them was Jetz, the opponent Simon had faced earlier.
“Simon Follentia!”
Jetz leapt to his feet, grinding his teeth. He strode forward, thrusting his finger straight out.
“You think you can beat me and just walk away? I’ll never let you go like this!”
Simon tilted his head in puzzlement.
* * *
“Hey, what’s the meaning of this?!”
“Why should we listen to Sierra?!”
Even the transfer students from Aland, dragged from their lodgings, were being herded in. The girl escorting them glanced back and spoke—
“Well, it’s good timing anyway. The Student Council President of Keyzen is here too.”
“Simon?!”
Benz rushed over and flung the door open.
“Hey, Simon! You didn’t get ambushed or anything, did you—?!”
Wahahahahaha!
But the scene before him was nothing like what Benz imagined.
The atmosphere was lively and cheerful, with everyone laughing loudly. Students lounged on the floor or chairs, drinking champagne and chatting boisterously.
The tables were stacked with delicious-looking food. Everyone was clutching their stomachs in laughter at one of Jetz’ personal party tricks.
“You’re late, Aland!”
Jetz waved his arm high and called out.
Benz glanced around in utter confusion. Then he spotted Simon in the center, clinking champagne glasses with Sierra’s Student Council President Roberto, smiling happily.
“Simon! What are you doing here?!”
“Hm?”
Simon sipped his champagne.
“They said it’s their last night at Sierra, so they invited me to join the party.”
Benz let out a hollow laugh.
“…Damn, you scared me. What if they tried to take revenge? Why’d you even follow them?”
“Well, Professor Jane’s here too, and if it came to it, I could escape on my own strength.”
“Ooh, such confidence! Brother!”
Roberto, his face flushed red from champagne, draped an arm around Simon’s shoulder with brotherly friendliness. Simon gave an embarrassed laugh, “Ahaha.”
“Don’t just stand there all stiff. Enjoy yourself, Aland.”
Jetz walked over, handed Benz a new champagne, and shrugged.
“Or what, are you still hung up on last year’s Si-Al Battle defeat?”
The trigger phrase set Benz off, and he shouted angrily.
“It’s not Si-Al Battle, it’s Al-Si Battle! And that was because you guys bribed the judges!”
“Ahh, here we go again, whining about last year. The loser sure does run his mouth~”
“You brought it up first!”
Benz swung his glare toward Simon.
“Simon! Tell us right now! After the evaluation match, who was stronger? Me, or that Sierra punk?!”
At that moment, an awkward silence blanketed the room. Everyone’s eyes sharpened, all the weight of their stares pressing on Simon. He gave an awkward laugh, waving his hand.
“The terrain and conditions were totally different, so it’s hard to compare strength from just one fight…”
“Then at least this, brother.”
Roberto clinked his champagne glass against Simon’s.
“Which one was even a little more troublesome?”
“Mmm.”
Simon scratched the side of his head.
“Well, then I’d say… Jetz was a bit more…”
Waaaaaaaaah!
Sierra’s students exploded in cheers, tossing snacks and treats into the air like confetti.
“Unofficial Si-Al Battle, Sierra’s victory!”
“No way!”
Benz screamed.
“Simon, you traitor! You’re saying I was easier than that flying bastard?! Guys! Do you think this makes sense—?!”
“Benz, seriously, you shouldn’t have gone to the evaluation match in the first place.”
The other two Aland transfer students accepted it cleanly, raised their champagne, and mingled with Sierra’s students. Benz jabbed a finger at them furiously.
“Cowards! You grasshopper uniforms!”
“Hahahahaha!”
And so, students from all three schools—who rarely had a chance to gather—enjoyed a grand party together.
The night of youth grew late.
* * *
The next morning.
Jane stood before the teleportation circle and looked back.
“Is everyone ready?”
“Yes!”
From Sierra, more companions joined this time. Jetz and two other girls were added, making six total transfer students entering Keyzen.
“Our final destination is Moyran.”
“…Moyran.”
Benz and Jetz both frowned in distaste. Simon, wearing the Student Council President’s coat, turned back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just…”
“We never really liked the Moyran lot.”
Jane planted her hands on her waist.
“Quiet.”
“Yes, ma’am! Sorry, ma’am!”
“The transfer evaluation against Moyran is a little special. As always, this year it will be a 3-on-3 team match.”
Benz muttered under his breath, “Why can’t they just do it normally? They always have to stand out.”
Simon looked at Jane.
“Professor. If it’s a 3-on-3 match, don’t we need to match the headcount?”
“That won’t be an issue.”
Jane brushed her hair back with an indifferent look.
“I’ve kept the qualified students waiting. They should have arrived by now. Once we reach Moyran, you’ll see them. Now, let’s go.”
“?”
‘Today should be the last day of mission evaluations… Who else could’ve come?’
With that question lingering, Simon stepped onto the teleportation circle bound for the final necromancer school—Moyran.
Superb.
When are we getting more free chapters?
Thanks for the new chapters
Very good story and translation but half the chapter aren't for free and it is wayyyy too expensive will it stat like tjis foreve or will it get free after some time