Baal-hamon's summoning class (2)

Seeing that I had nothing else to do, I agreed to his request.

After the lunch break ended, we walked to Baal-hamon's class together, while having a little small talk.

Although I certainly wasn't the type of person to enjoy such small talk, I have to admit that conversing with Baal-hamon was pleasant somehow.

"Why did you ask me?" I looked over at him as we almost reached the door to the lecture hall.

While I understood that he needed someone to assist him in the summoning, in case something goes wrong, it seemed like he was waiting for me.

Even though we seemed to click with each other quite well, it didn't explain why he specifically reached out to me, especially considering that he probably knew I didn't have any classes today.

There was no guarantee that I would come, and thus just asking someone else for help would certainly be an easier choice — that is, assuming he didn't have the ability to see the future somehow.

Having such an ability would certainly explain his convenient timing at the cafeteria.

"It's an interesting question." He laughed. "Thoth told me you're the right person."

I raised my eyebrow. "Toth?"

I'd never heard that name before, which was really surprising, as spirits usually didn't have any names and were just called by their spirit type.

Me not knowing the name of the spirit would either mean that it's a unique spirit, of whom I never heard before, or, or a named one.

Either way, it was impressive to be the avatar of such a familiar.

However, he didn't have time to answer my question, as we had already entered the lecture hall.

Immediately, the previously noisy hall became quiet as we entered. The only sound that echoed through the room was the sound of rustling as the students turned their heads toward us.

Even without looking, I could feel the gaze of dozens of students burning holes in me as they watched me with curiosity.

Only a few seconds later, murmurs spread through the audience, discussing the reason why I was with Baal-hamon today.

It was exactly as Baal-hamon said. They didn't take being an avatar seriously and thus never researched the dangers of summoning and making a contract with a familiar.

"Just ignore the noise," Baal-hamon whispered to me as we reached the desk, standing opposite the students, directly facing them.

"You're right." I gave him the result of my observations. "They didn't take it seriously."

He nodded with a solemn expression before raising his head and facing his students. "Today, we'll go through with the summoning."

He then gestured with a hand at me.

"This is Mr. Voidwalker, and he will assist me in today's class. He is responsible for your safety, so if you ever notice something strange, just notify him or me."

A student raised his hand. It was an average-looking boy with brown hair and eyes. Judging by his arm's length, I could calculate that he was just average in height.

There was nothing noteworthy about him, but for some reason, his face seemed familiar.

"Yes, Mr. Manchester?"

At the mention of his name, I could remember again. Manchester was the name of a count's family in the empire.

I've heard that they reigned over a small village outskirts, but that village didn't seem to be in a very good state.

According to the rumors, they were one of the most arrogant and snobbish aristocrats.

I gave Baal-hamon a pitiful look, fully knowing what was going to happen next.

Noticing my gaze in the corner of his eye, he responded with a weak smile, fully knowing what I had thought.

It seemed like he got used to such things already.

The Manchester kid sneered before raising his head, looking at Baal-hamon with an arrogant expression.

"Why would we even need someone to protect us from a mere familiar summoning? It's something that everyone could do while sleeping! Not a big deal!"

Shaking his head, Baal-hamon sighed as he massaged the bridge of his nose. "I expected nothing less from such a foolish student as you."

"Huh?! You dare disrespect me like this?!" The student stood up, slamming his palms onto the table.

"You are not even worthy of my disrespect, fool." Baal-hamon crossed his arms. "I am merely stating the undeniable truth."

Murmurs started to spread around the other students. While some discussed the harshness of Baal-hamon's words, others mocked the Manchester kid.

That, of course, also evoked an emotional response from the kid.

"I..I.." The Manchester kid formed a fist, trembling with anger. "..I will tell this, my father! ..H..How dare a nobody as you disrespect me like this!"

He screamed as he aggressively pointed his finger at Baal-hamon, his veins threatening to pop out of his neck.

"Pfff." Baal-hamon snickered, seemingly amused by the ridiculous threat. "Pfuahahaahah!"

He proudly laughed with his whole chest before putting a hand on it, calming himself down.

Finishing laughing, his expression narrowed as he unleashed his mana.

A graceful, and elegant, but also intimidatingly powerful feeling spread through the room, displaying his noble background and his power.

The emitted mana shut everyone up, instantly dispersing the rumors, as the students struggled with breathing.

Although judging mana quality was never my strength, I could roughly guess that he was at least on the level of a tier 10 avatar — probably even higher.

"Watch your tongue. You dare threaten me, fool?" Baal-hamon sneered, almost spitting his words out. "You are fortunate that I promised my father to behave well in the western empire."

The threatening aura increased, as Baal-hamon's face began to show signs of anger.

"If you dare to insult me like this again." He paused as he took a deep breath. "Don't expect me to be so merciful the next time. I, the great Baal-hamon Ibrahim, will then give you and your family the honor of dying by my own hands ."

Finishing speaking, Baal-hamon dispersed his mana, loosening up the pressure.

However, no one dared to speak. The room kept quiet.

Psssss.

The only sound that echoed through the room was the sound of the trembling Manchester wetting his pants, as a puddle of yellow piss appeared beneath his feet.

The piss flowed down to the seats of other students, evoking disgusted cries.

"Ew dude! That's disgusting!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Eeek! A creep!"

Forming a satisfied smile, Baal-hamon gestured to the door as he lowered his head with closed eyes. "I permit you to go this time. Don't you ever dare show me such a disgraceful sight ever again,"

Holding his crotch, the Manchester kid ran to the door, leaving the lecture hall.

Mocking laughter began to spread around the room, amused by the ridiculous and pathetic sight of their usually arrogant and proud classmate.

Baal-hamon turned his head toward me, his body language suggesting that he loosened up. "I apologize for showing you such a shameful sight, Mr. Voidwalker."

I shook my head while appeasingly raising my hand. "No, it is certainly alright. I pity you for having such students, Mr. Ibrahim."

Admittedly, I found the scenario to be amusing, as I could have never imagined my students doing such things.

Seeing students acting like this was a surprising sight to me.

While I knew that many such students existed, I never had the bad luck to teach such one.

I was truly lucky with my class, wasn't I?

"Baal-hamon is enough." He responded with a proud smile on his face, "I give you the honor of calling me by my first name."

I nodded. "I see. Then calling me Zenith would also suffice. However..."

Raising my head, I flashed him a faint smile. "..I would rather refuse your offer. I prefer calling you by your last name."

Baal-hamon raised his eyebrow, as he expectingly crossed his arms. "Is there any reason for doing so? Are you perhaps too wary of my noble background?"

I shook my head. "No, that's not it.."

With a curious gaze, Baal hamon followed me with his eyes, waiting for my next words.

"..Baal-hamon is just awkward to say. Your last name, Ibrahim, is just shorter and easier to say."

He blinked in disbelief.

Once.

And then twice.

Before his expression gradually turned into one of amusement, as he started laughing, holding his chest.

"PFUHAHAHAHA! It's alright! I permit you to just call me Ibrahim, Zenith!"

Calming down, he wiped a tear from his eye as he straightened his posture again.

While a smile was on his face, he turned his face to me with an affectionate expression. "Thoth was right..you are an interesting person."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, not knowing how to respond to such a statement.

"Thank you."