Chapter 22: Skarnid
Breakfast was uneventful. Zephyr caught up with Anna and the others for a while before the next magic theory class began.
The white-haired old man was already in the auditorium by the time they all got there. There were also pictures of various creatures hung up on the board at the front.
’Huh? That’s the ant-like thing that attacked me when I first got here...’ Zephyr’s brows scrunched up in distaste.
Murmurs rippled across the auditorium as more recruits noticed the image of the creature among the others being displayed. It seemed they all had some encounter with the creature in one way or another.
The old teacher tapped his exquisite walking stick on the podium a few times to silence them before starting. "I know most— no, all of you have seen this little bugger." He pointed his stick at the ant-like creature.
"And from your expressions, it seems they were not very welcoming." He chuckled.
A chubby kid with a scowl on his face raised his hand, drawing everyone’s attention.
"Yes?" The teacher gave him permission to speak.
"Sir, we almost died— I almost died trying to escape from that—that... thing." He said with a shudder, like he was still remembering how close he had come to actually dying.