SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

There were three major areas plagued by an insufferable amount of Shadow Demons.

One was the General Library

The other two were Restricted Zones accessible only to the Staff of Ainzlark–and even then, only those with the appropriate clearance were permitted within.

Kuzon alone was assigned to the General Library on his own. Ciara was given charge over the second toughest spot, while a good amount of the Rankers handled the last saturated area.

Many would have viewed Jared ’s actions to be that of a madman–assigning two students individual tasks and sending them to the heart of the enemy ’s forces–or at least close.

However, since the people in question held no complaint on the matter, no one could say anything. Jared explained that his decision was fair, and that he simply gave everyone the roles he felt they could handle.

This sent a message to everyone present; that Ciara and Kuzon as individuals were stronger than a bunch of Rankers. Usually, it would be considered insulting, if not downright conceited, however… no one said anything.

If someone as brilliant and powerful as Jared Leonard deemed it so, that was what it had to be. After all he had shown, there was no room for doubt in the hearts of most. Besides, they were also partially grateful that they weren ’t the ones undertaking the more difficult mission.

With that in mind, everyone charged toward their appointed destination. Their formation was impeccable, their goals unchanged, and their expressions displayed a firm resolve.

They were going to take back their Academy!

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Kuzon floated through the air, staring at his surroundings with his golden eyes. They shone brightly in the dark thanks to him pouring mana into them.

The fact that he glided so easily in midair would tell anyone he was used to this activity, but Kuzon was simply relying on muscle memory and wasn ’t even paying much mind to his flight activities.

His eyes took in everything around him while his mind ruminated on several things.

In the quiet embrace of the night, it was the perfect time to think. Still, with all the chaos around, the golden-haired boy picked the wrong time to delve deep into thought.