Who Said A Necromancer Can't Be A Priest?-Chapter 58: Pummeling The Priest (2)

"He what!?"

Amara jumped, slamming her hands on the table.

"Young Master has challenged the priest to a duel," Analeis replied through the communication orb.

Amara sighed, massaging her temples. Leon was on the way to discuss the Covenant with Lucien. She had been busy preparing for that in Aurelia and wasn't aware of the changes made to the test.

In her mind, the test was going on as usual. And since Amara had asked Analeis to report only things related to Aaran, she hadn't told Amara the whole story about Seraphina ending up in the hospital.

That's why Amara thought Aaran had gone out of his way and challenged a priest to a duel—just like he had challenged those nobles before.

"Why can't this kid lie low for once?" Amara sighed. "I'll contact Igor and ask him to stop this mess. Just keep an eye on Aaran before something happens to him."

"As you wish, Your Highness."

The orb flickered and went silent. Analeis grabbed her battleaxe and entered the training hall again. Only this time, she was ready to kill the priest if something happened to Aaran.

Aaran stared at the priest as he stepped onto the stage. His gaze annoyed the priest more than anything else.

"It's rude to stare elders in the eye," he said, smiling. "Didn't your parents teach you that?"

"And your parents taught you to hit children? I won't be surprised if that was the case."

"You got a sharp tongue. Just like your father."

When Aaran didn't reply, the priest decided to play with him before crippling him. He released a bit of his divinity and directed it at him.

It could have been troublesome if Aaran hadn't become a priest himself. His darkness would have reacted on its own, revealing the truth. But now that he had divinity of his own, his darkness had learned to exist alongside it.

In other words, Aaran's body had turned into something akin to obsidian.

The priest raised an eyebrow, surprised. His divinity would have made even the professors sweat bullets, yet Aaran remained unaffected. For a moment, he thought Aaran possessed divinity, but he dismissed the thought.

Lucien wouldn't hide such a fact from the world.

Priests gained divinity after decades of meditation and devotion to the divine. Even then, the amount was laughable. The only way for someone outside the faith to gain divine power was if the gods chose them as a hero.

But the gods only did that when a demon lord appeared. And no demon lord had been born since the last one was defeated.

"Strange…"

"I thought this was a combat test," Aaran said. "Not a debate."

The boy had talent. The talent to test the limits of one's patience. Unfortunately, that talent wasn't good enough to be spared.

Just when the duel was about to begin, the doors were flung open, and another professor entered the training hall.

Professor Amelia Bernard, the academy's only professor of common lineage and the great witch, Seraphina's mother's, favored disciple. Her azure hair swayed behind her as she rushed onto the stage.

She shoved Aaran aside, her blue eyes locking onto the priest as she tossed a report toward him.

"What's the meaning of this, you voodoo bastard!"

Everyone in the room was taken aback. Professor Amelia had always been calm and composed, and this crude side of her came as a surprise to everyone, even Aaran.

Yet, it was understandable.

Seraphina was her student. As such, she couldn't hold back her resentment after seeing her student in such a state.

In contrast to Amelia's explosive demeanor, the priest calmly picked up the papers before handing them to Amelia.

"That's something I should ask you, Professor," he said. "What's the meaning of interrupting a student's test—"

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"Test? Is that what you call this?" Amelia scoffed, pointing at Seraphina's medical reports. "Fractured skull, a ruptured lung, twenty-three broken bones. I can go on! What kind of monster would hit a child—!"

"The enemy won't coddle them just because they are children," the priest said, cutting her off. "I did what any enemy would. Instead of yelling at me, you should re-evaluate your teaching."

"You—!"

"If you have a problem, kindly take it up with the headmaster. I have nothing more to talk to you about."

With that, the priest turned toward Aaran, waiting for the signal to start the fight. But Professor Amelia wasn't done. She turned to Aaran, handing him a sheet of paper.

"You don't have to worry about your grades," she said. "This is a surrender document. As long as you sign it, you'll be eligible for a retest."

Aaran looked at the sheet, and sure enough, everyone from the class had signed it. No matter how intimidating Igor was, even he couldn't force the students to get crippled by a sadistic priest.

With so many students' signature, they would have to re-conduct the test regardless whether Aaran signed it.

"Thanks for your concern, Professor," Aaran said, pushing the document back into her hand. "But I have made my decision."

Amelia sighed, but she didn't give up.

"Prince Aurelia, I know why you're doing this. I can assure you, this isn't what she'd want—"

"Professor, the test is about to begin. I'd appreciate it if you stepped away."

Aaran's decision left everyone stunned. But the priest was relieved. For a moment, he thought the brat would walk away, ruining their carefully crafted plan. Thankfully, Aaran was as stubborn as they came.

"You're making a grave mistake, Prince Aurelia."

"Then please bring a bouquet to my grave."

"…"

Professor Amelia gave the priest another look before walking away. It was up to the students to decide if they wanted to take the test or not. She couldn't force Aaran even if she wanted to. Informing the headmaster was the only thing she could do.

After a minute, the duel began.

Like before, the priest stepped out of the ring. But Aaran wasn't satisfied with just ten points. He wanted to break his previous records.

220 points. That was the goal.

The bastard had hit Seraphina a hundred times. Aaran intended to hit him twice that amount. After all, there was only one rule. Anything except killing the opponent was allowed.

As for the priest, he felt confident. In the previous tests, Aaran had only used one move—his special mana blast. He was ready with the counter.

However, as he looked at Aaran, a stinging pain shot through his left knee. He looked down to see a burning scar there. It wasn't a mana blast.

The priest looked up and saw Aaran holding a gun.

"That's another ten points," he smiled. "This will be easier than I thought."