The Genius Tamer of the Academy

Chapter 37

“Aren’t you flying a bit too high?”

“Well, it’s because there are eyes watching.”

Seymour Parker’s suspicious gaze locked onto me.

“Your skills seem to have improved dramatically.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

I replied slyly, and Seymour Parker let out a hearty laugh.

“What’s with the serious face? I was just joking. Although, I don’t think the guys behind me took it as a joke.”

The guy, who had much shorter hair than last time, glared at me angrily.

Ugh, it’s not easy to keep everyone satisfied. Maybe I should have gone a bit easier on them.

I kept a calm smile and spoke as gently as I could. One wrong word, and things could go south quickly.

“My apologies. If I had held back there, I would have lost my head. But don’t worry, at your age, your hair will grow back in no time!”

“You bastard!”

Hmm, maybe that wasn’t the best way to calm him down. Ignoring the loud complaints from the background, I flipped open the first page of the cursed magic book.

Nothing distracts people better than talking about something they’re interested in. Speaking of which, around this time, these guys were planning a certain project…

“Possession magic?”

“You’re the expert in summoning demons, so I called you in for some advice.”

This was indeed a project that Han Siha had worked on. It was the very thing that had earned him Seymour Parker’s trust, making him more reckless than ever.

Unaware that it was leading him down a path to destruction.

I closed the cursed magic book and thoughtfully stroked my chin at Seymour’s words.

“Hmm.”

I took out the clear orb I had been rolling around in my pocket and began to speak.

Even though it looked like I was just sitting there, my mind was racing.

What should I say to change the look in their eyes?

What should I do to gain even more of their trust?

These thoughts swirled around in my head before quickly fading away.

Finally, I made my decision.

In a calm, low voice, I spoke.

“The conditions are quite strict. You’ll need pig’s blood, a bundle of straw, an ogre’s scale, the root of a demon tree, and… a suitable medium. Preferably someone aligned with holy magic.”

In this context, the “medium” referred to the person who would be used to summon the demon.

A pure person with enough magical power, who hadn’t been tainted by evil.

As I listed off the requirements smoothly, just as I had seen in Smart Academy, their eyes began to change.

Seymour Parker nodded as if he had anticipated this.

“I’ve gathered everything.”

“A person too?”

“I have someone in mind.”

Who was it again?

It was probably some minor extra with little importance. As I racked my brain, a name started to form in my mind.

It was someone I had met before. The realization struck, and an all-too-familiar name caught in my throat.

“Could it be Betty?”

“How did you know?”

“How are you planning to bring her in?”

Her family background is weak, and her magical power is just enough to make her easy to subdue. Plus, she’s so timid that she could disappear quietly without causing much trouble.

It seems they picked her because she could buy them at least half a day.

They wouldn’t bring her in gently, so…

“Don’t worry about that.”

This conversation…

This would be quite a shock to someone. I glanced over at Natalie, who had been standing motionless this whole time.

“….”

Her already pale face had turned completely white.

* * *

Natalie bit her lower lip and anxiously shifted from foot to foot.

She had known a dangerous situation might arise when she accepted Dean Ernest’s proposal, but she hadn’t imagined it would be on this scale.

The students were planning to kidnap someone?

‘Are they out of their minds?’

How could they do something like this?

And summoning a demon on top of that. Seeing Han Siha discuss it so casually sent chills down her spine.

This was too dangerous… Should I drop everything and go straight to Dean Ernest?

Or should I ask Han Siha for help?

‘Can I really trust him?’

She had always trusted Dean Ernest’s judgment, but seeing Han Siha so unbothered in this situation…

‘I’m nervous.’

Natalie clenched her teeth and suddenly stood up.

I need to tell someone.

“I have to go see the Dean.”

Just as the determined Natalie was about to leave the underground room, a dark shadow loomed behind her.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“…Ah, you scared me!”

Seymour Parker, his expression twisted in anger, was standing behind her.

Natalie’s eyes wavered as she sensed danger.

This is bad. Instinctive fear tingled down her spine.

An awkward response slipped from her lips, uncharacteristic of her usual composure.

“I was just… getting ready for class.”

“Huh, that’s disappointing, Natalie.”

A sinister smile spread across Seymour’s face. Natalie asked in a trembling voice.

“W-what?”

Keep your expression under control. Keep it calm.

I need to talk my way out of this. I just need to get out of this underground room and find Dean Ernest for help.

Just until then… I just need to hold on until then…

But Seymour’s next words shattered Natalie’s hopes.

“You didn’t think I’d notice?”

A scream echoed from the next room, causing Han Siha to look up in surprise.

“Natalie?”

* * *

“Ugh….”

Natalie groaned as she tried to move, her face drained of color.

Her limbs were tightly bound with rope, making it impossible for her to move properly. On top of that, her head was spinning, and she couldn’t think straight.

No, this isn’t just in my head.

Through blurry vision, Natalie glanced around.

‘Make her drink it.’

‘In 12 hours, it’ll take full effect.’

She couldn’t remember much after passing out, but she recalled being forced to drink a vile purple potion.

Now, she was set to become the medium for the possession ritual they had discussed.

Stupid, I should have stayed quiet.

Natalie regretted her actions as the venom coursing through her body caused her intense pain.

If this goes on, in 12 hours, she’ll be completely taken over by the demon.

For someone like Natalie, who had lived her life surrounded by light, this was unimaginable.

If she lost her sanity and was taken over by the demon, leading her to harm others, Natalie couldn’t bear the thought.

She clenched her teeth and shook her head. It was too dreadful to even consider.

She had to get out of here, no matter what.

But how?

As the reality of her situation sank in, Natalie’s expression darkened. There was nothing she could do but struggle helplessly against the ropes.

“Someone… please, anyone….”

She flailed her legs in a desperate attempt to free herself. But just as she was about to lose hope—

“Wh-What!”

Out of nowhere, a familiar face suddenly appeared, floating in mid-air.

Natalie instinctively tried to scream, but she froze when she recognized the round face and brown hair.

“…Kyaa—mmph!”

Her mouth was quickly covered.

And then a voice spoke.

“Hey, keep it down, unless you want us both to end up dead.”

“H-How….”

It was Han Siha.

Natalie, her face pale with fear, couldn’t believe her eyes. Did someone just walk out of thin air?

But that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that it was Han Siha.

The relief that it wasn’t Seymour Parker or one of the Necromancy students overwhelmed her, and tears began to stream down her face.

“I was so scared… I thought I was going to die….”

A moment ago, she had genuinely thought it was the end. But now, seeing his face, the tight grip of fear around her throat began to loosen.

Han Siha spoke softly, trying to calm her down.

“I know, I know. It’s okay.”

“Sniff…”

“I’m going to get you out of here.”

He hushed her by putting a finger to his lips, then pulled out a syringe from his pocket.

If he didn’t act quickly, the poison could spread through her entire body.

If that happened, even if she escaped, her chances of survival would be slim. The antidote was needed immediately.

Han Siha attached the needle of the antidote syringe and spoke in a low voice.

“I’m not a medic, but you’ll have to trust me on this.”

“Sniff… What are you…”

“Alright, here we go. Look over here!”

Huh?

As Natalie looked up in surprise, Han Siha swiftly injected the antidote, then stepped back with a satisfied expression.

“There we go, all done. That was quick, right?”

What was that strange feeling just now?

“The antidote will take some time to spread, so start moving slowly. Leave this place to me.”

Han Siha quickly cut the ropes binding her and handed her a small mirror.

It was the Mirror of Invisibility.

A handy tool Han Siha had used to sneak in here undetected. Although it only lasted for about ten minutes, it was more than enough time for Natalie to escape.

Once she was completely free of the ropes, Han Siha leaned in and whispered with a smile.

“Hurry, get out of here.”

* * *

“Where’s Natalie?”

“Wait… was it you, Han Siha?”

Seymour Parker’s face turned red with anger as he saw the cut ropes and the now-empty chair.

Took them long enough to notice.

Han Siha glanced at his watch and nodded. By now, Natalie should have safely escaped.

She was probably on her way to see Dean Ernest. There was no need to worry about her anymore.

Han Siha shrugged nonchalantly and grinned as he spoke, his words designed to provoke Seymour.

“Your plan wasn’t bad, but you overlooked a few things. First, you suspected Natalie but trusted me too much.”

“You little—”

“Second, you underestimated my abilities.”

They probably thought they could control him, a mistake they’d regret.

Han Siha took a step forward and held up three fingers.

“And third, the world isn’t on your side.”

Even if he hadn’t been there, this was a battle they couldn’t win.

Dean Ernest had already seen through everything. And these amateurs weren’t nearly skilled enough.

Han Siha laughed softly as he locked eyes with Seymour Parker.

“You don’t need to worry; you’ll survive, so don’t sweat it too much.”

“The one who should be worried is you. Do you really think Natalie’s going to bring the Dean over here? And do you really think I’m going to let you live now that I know what you’ve done?”

Seymour Parker’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He meant every word. He had already decided that if they were caught, he would take Han Siha down with him.

“Hah, even if the Dean wants to lock us up, it won’t happen. There’s no concrete evidence. You know that just studying dark magic isn’t enough to get us in trouble.”

Seymour was right—except for illegal dark magic, there wasn’t much they could be punished for.

Considering Seymour’s powerful family, the chances of them facing real consequences were slim.

As for what happened to Natalie, they could easily cover it up. That much was clear from the calculating look in his eyes.

To shatter those hopes, Han Siha pulled a small orb from his pocket.

It rolled silently across the floor until it bumped into Seymour’s shoe. His expression turned cold.

“What’s this?”

“Dean Ernest’s eyes and ears.”

“What?”

“It means the Dean has seen and heard everything.”

The faces that had been flushed with anger turned pale.

Han Siha grinned and looked up.

“How much do you think the Dean heard?”

“You… bastard!”

“It means your fate is sealed.”

No sooner had Han Siha finished speaking than beams of light shot out from both his and Seymour’s wands.

“Aaagh!”

Flash—

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