Misfit At Magic Academy: They Wanted a Godly Summon, Got Me Instead Chapter 15: My Classmate Might Be a Killer

I completely forgot to talk to our class princess—though I imagine he’s been a bit full of himself since yesterday’s battle.

"Yo, Salazar! How’s the whole nothing going for you?"

I approached him during the break. Would’ve been a sin not to use the chance while he’s still studying at the sa academy as .

Lirael noticed interacting with others. She threw a passing glance my way.

"You again?" Salazar muttered as he stuffed books into his bag. "What do you want now?"

"Oh, co on. Stop pretending I don’t even exist. I sit right behind you, you know."

He paused for a second, then turned with a smug grin:

"So you’re desperate for my attention, huh? Sorry, but I don’t swing that way."

What a bastard. Got so guts on him.

"More unfunny jokes? Trying to piss off?"

He yawned, like I already bored him to death.

"Wrong again. Associating with fools doesn’t suit . Kindly get out of my way, Atheron."

Salazar slung his bag over his shoulder and walked into the hallway. Naturally, I followed.

"You’re no joke yourself, princess. I watched your little fight yesterday."

"I know," he replied. "I saw you in the crowd."

He turned, those piercing green eyes locking onto — then suddenly turned white, his pupils forming the shape of a scope.

"The Tsugihara family possesses a unique ability. The Snipe Technique. I used it on you yesterday. I could detect your silhouette anywhere within the Academy. You glowed green to , distinguishing you from the rest."

"What a creep. So your people stalk others through walls without their consent?"

I struck a theatrical, vulnerable pose. It got on his nerves.

"Enough with the act! Ahem. Anyway, I saw your face that day. You looked at with such dreamy eyes—as if you were ready to leap into my arms."

"Lies! There’s an arrest for slander, in case you didn’t know!"

"Besides, I’m used to it," he marched on. "All my life’s been sparring matches. People looked at and called ’the Future Savior.’ As if I fight to bring joy to this land."

Hmm? So he’s not into the whole fantasy-hero gig either.

"Then tell , princess. Why do you train? Don’t give that ’for power’ nonsense."

"Not at all."

His voice was soft, but filled with a quiet certainty—like he held the whole world in his palm.

After a pause, he added:

"All I want... is to kill Raigetsu Kurogane. That’s all I’d ever dream of."

I blinked. Not just defeat him—kill? Am I chatting with a potential murderer right now?

"Bold words," I said. "Planning to take down the undefeated guy, huh? What did he do to earn your eternal hatred?"

"What do you think?" Salazar smirked. "Like I’d tell so worthless classmate like you. You think too highly of yourself."

Ugh. That smug tone seeps into my bones. In my past, I had... wait. Right. Amnesia.

Ti for the oldest trick in the book: provocation.

"Oh really?" I mid wiping tears. "Poor little princess had such a sad past he’s ashad to talk about it? I understand. Everyone has their embarrassing childhood trauma."

That got him. He tensed.

"Idiot!" he barked, scaring a group of passing girls. "Fine. If you’re that desperate to know—consider this an exclusive interview for my number one fan."

Bingo. Like taking candy from a baby.

"I’ve known Raigetsu since childhood. One day, he crossed a line in the family sparring duels — humiliated our na. I can’t let that go. He will pay."

He coughed and realized he’d said too much, then stord off again.

"Hmmm," I kept up with him. "So he’s the one who poured oil on the fire between your clans."

By then, we’d reached the cafeteria. I sat at his table.

"So what if you lose to him?" I asked between bites.

"With pessimists like you around, no wonder plans fall apart. And seriously—why are you still here?"

"Think about it. This Academy’s full of talents—not just the ones Raigetsu already trampled. Slugboy... are you sure you can beat soone unbeaten?"

Not that I cared about him or anything...

But sothing in stirred. Salazar was smart and strong, but could he actually win? I had to see their fight tomorrow.

Salazar’s expression remained stoic, but his confident smirk returned.

"Heh. Don’t even bother doubting. I’m the only one here who’s truly unbeatable."

Those words stuck with . If he knew Raigetsu personally, that ant they’d fought before, right? I wanted to know how those fights ended.

Salazar definitely knew more than he let on—and that knowledge might just be his edge.

Whatever his reasons are... I can’t lose focus. Not with the exam looming like a guillotine.

Evening ca. Silver moonlight spilled through my window as I sat in my room, glaring at a book on High Magic.

"Unlock your potential... Power resides in the mind... Accept the grace of the Almighty Crystal..."

I scratched my head. These pseudo-poetic lectures make my brain hurt. Can’t they write like normal people?

It felt like I was reading a boring sermon.

I rested my cheek on my palm.

Damn, Dean’s exclusive exam is almost here. How am I supposed to summon a High Magic Entity in such a short ti?

Shouldn’t have procrastinated... and Salazar’s fight is tomorrow too!

What now... I can’t do this alone.

Maybe it’s ti to ask the experts.

"Professor Dean!" I barged into his office the next morning. "How’s it hanging? Still breathing?"

Dean nearly jumped out of his chair. Hair on his head stood up in shock.

"Atheron, would it kill you to knock before entering?"

"No ti for manners, Professor. You’re the one who gave this deadline! Please, teach how to use High Magic."

He looked at my hopeless yet determined face and sighed.

"So that’s what this is about. Figures. The useless student finally wants extra lessons. You really don’t care about my blood pressure."

"Co on, you’re only thirty-sothing. Next thing you’ll say is your back’s giving out and your libido’s crashing. You beca a teacher to shape the next generation, right?"

Dean groaned in defeat.

"So I’m cursed to live a life of chaos thanks to you. Fine. You want to learn High Magic? But are you ready for it?"

"Huh? What do you an?"

He pointed a finger at and grinned slyly.

"You skipped half my classes last year. But I figured out your problem wasn’t disinterest. Atheron, you’re afraid of High Magic, aren’t you?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"There’s only one reason you weren’t expelled," Dean said, his tone darkening. "The Almighty Crystal is interested in you—and I want to know why. Atheron... tell the truth. Are you a Dragonslayer?"

His piercing gaze threw off. For the first ti since arriving in this world, I felt a true sense of threat. Chills crawled down my spine.

I said nothing. Dean continued:

"You have no clue how to use High Magic. Yet in your fight, you displayed the elent of Light. Plus, you’re a high spirit. It’s obvious what you really are."

His sharp words echoed in my head. The room seed darker.

"I wonder... why did the Almighty Crystal choose you? Things just got way more interesting."

A pause. All the ambient noise faded from my ears as Dean said the next words:

"Especially considering... there are actually two high spirits in the Academy."

"W-what?.."

For the first ti, my expression broke. Those words... shook to the core.