Who Said A Necromancer Can't Be A Priest?-Chapter 88: Earning Points

"Someone is planning to overthrow Aurelia. I thought you'd like to know."

Seraphina's voice echoed in Aaran's head as he gazed out of the window. A part of him didn't care about Aurelia, but there other part kept screaming for him to do something.

Lost in the tug of war, Aaran wasn't paying attention to the class, something that didn't go unnoticed by the professor.

Professor Malkan was one of the strictest teachers of the Medibi Academy. Even the headmaster didn't seem to like him, but his morals were uncompromising and his performance was always the best among the teachers.

For these reasons, his methods of brutalist teachings were often overlooked. Unfortunately, he noticed Aaran slacking. Malkan immediately thought Aaran was challenging him since he was the only student who dared to not pay attention in the class.

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"Runedral!" Malkan roared, throwing a piece of chalk at him.

Aaran didn't bother turning and flicked the chalk away with a finger. Students stared at him with wide eyes. Aaran flicked the chalk away, but it seemed his action was involuntary as he remained lost in thought.

It was only when the class when eerily quiet that he turned to look at Malkan staring at him. His face was flushed with anger as if the act of clicking the chalk away was akin to a slap.

Not to mention, Malkan didn't address him properly. While it wasn't a big deal, since they were students, unlike the rest of the class, Aaran was an Imperial prince. That itself put him distinctly in a category of his own.

"Prince Runedral," Malkan said, correcting himself. "You've already been reprimanded by Miss D'Albiron once. I hope you learned your lesson, but it seems I was mistaken. Not even your seniors would dare sleep in my class. Yet you are so brazen—!"

"Ah, you're mistaken. I wasn't sleeping," Aaran replied. "I was merely looking outside because—"

"It doesn't matter! Ten points will be deducted from Verity," Malkan yelled at the top of his lungs.

Twenty years. He had spent twenty years teaching people all around the planet. Yet, not once had someone interrupted while he spoke. But this one brazen, all-knowing fool dared to do that?

Those belonging to Verity wanted to dig a hole and disappear. Aaran was supposed to be the best among them, yet he kept causing trouble for Verity.

Although he recovered points from Seraphina, Malkan wasn't one to offer second chances. Once the points were deducted, he would never give an opportunity to earn them back.

As things stood, it would take them a week to get those points back, considering Aaran won't make them lose more points by then.

Unfortunately, Aaran couldn't care less about the points and shrugged. It infuriated Malkan even more.

Since he couldn't retaliate physically, Malkan used the only method he could.

Point Deduction.

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However, he had already punished Aaran once and couldn't deduct more points for the same offense. Hence, he begrudgingly offered Aaran a way to recover points. It was a trap to lure him into losing more points.

"Since this is your first day, I'll be lenient for now," Malkan said, clearing his throat. "You're one of the top students, so how about we have a little trivia session?"

He continued, "For every correct answer, I'll give you five points. Similarly, for every wrong response, two points will be deducted."

The Verity looked at Aaran and desperately shook their heads. They knew Malkan would ask him questions no one would know about. It was just a way for him to get rid of his frustrations and punish them more.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Aaran agreed to Malkan's proposal.

"Perfect," Malkan smiled. "Please, join me here."

Some students laughed, and some buried their faces into their palms. Some even wanted to smack the shit out of Aaran for falling for Malkan's provocation.

But they didn't know as someone who had lived through twenty lives. There was nothing Malkan could ask that he didn't already know.

"I heard you're quite knowledgeable about curses."

"I know a bit," Aaran replied.

"No need to be modest," Malkan smirked. "Fine. Name three incurable curses countered by humans."

"Life drain and compulsion."

"Perhaps you have hearing problems. I asked three curses—"

"You need to brush up your knowledge, professor."

Silence.

Everyone held their breaths as Aaran said those words. The Verity students almost wanted to shoot themselves in the head. They kept cursing Aaran under their breaths, wondering why was Aaran so hellbent on failing them all.

"You arrogant fool—!"

"The third curse in your outdated books would be eternal sleep. Perhaps the headmaster didn't tell you, but someone in the academy has found and administered a cure for it."

Malkan closed his eyes before nodding along. He was well aware of Aaran's achievement, but it was supposed to be a secret. Yet the boy was bragging about it himself.

He's a bigger fool than I assumed.

"In which year was the first demon caught?"

"1672, seven years ago."

"Who killed the first demon king?"

"Queen Alice Aurelia."

"Most demons can be found in which kingdom?"

"The lost southern Frair kingdom."

Malkan kept asking questions about demonic history and Aaran kept answering them just as quickly. Within minutes, Aaran had answered twenty-one questions.

The downcast faces of Verity members had been replaced by elation. The rest, on the other hand, couldn't believe their eyes or ears.

Neither Aaran nor Malkan knew, but they had made a record. Aaran for earning the most points in a day, and Malkan for giving the most points in a day.

By the time they stopped, Malkan had awarded a hundred and seventy-five points to Verity. It was as if Aaran was gathering points in advance so people won't bother him even if he broke more rules.

"…very well, Prince Runedral," Malkan begrudgingly admitted. "You are knowledgeable. But I will advise you to pay attention in class, regardless. You can return to your seat."

"Thank you, professor."