The classroom stayed silent after Jhonathan touched the girl's forehead.
Wisps of light floated gently around the room like drifting spirits, circling the students one by one. The atmosphere felt warmer now, calmer somehow, as if fear itself had weakened.
Then—
the girl's hands ignited.
Bright orange flames spiraled around her fingers uncontrollably.
The students immediately backed away from her desks in panic.
"F-FIRE!"
"What's happening?!"
The girl herself stared at her hands in horror as the flames danced without burning her skin.
Jhonathan remained calm.
But the rest of the class wasn't.
Every eye slowly turned toward the massive armored knight standing in the middle of the classroom.
Fear.
Confusion.
Disbelief.
Then someone finally shouted—
"JUST WHO ARE YOU?!"
The entire room erupted immediately after.
Students screamed questions over one another while pointing toward him.
"How are you immortal?!"
"What even are those powers?!"
"Are you a monster?!"
"Are you human?!"
Jhonathan scratched the back of his head awkwardly beneath his broken helmet.
Then answered in the most casual tone possible.
"I'm just an average knight."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Even Leerooey nearly choked hearing that answer.
Sophia covered her face with one hand.
Ralph laughed loudly from the corner of the room.
"Average?" Ralph muttered. "You shattered military weapons with a pebble."
Before Jhonathan could respond—
Jessabelle suddenly froze.
Her eyes locked onto someone near the back of the classroom.
A girl slowly stood from her seat.
Pink hair.
Sharp eyes.
Almost identical appearance.
The entire room became tense instantly.
It was another Jessabelle.
Not physically the same.
But unmistakably another version of her.
An otherworld counterpart.
The students looked between the two in confusion.
The classroom Jessa wore a normal school uniform, though she looked visibly terrified now.
Meanwhile the real Jessabelle from Jhonathan's party stared at her silently.
The atmosphere turned heavy.
The school version of Jessa slowly stepped backward.
"…I…"
Her voice trembled.
Because unlike the calm version standing in the classroom—
the other Jessabelle carried an overwhelming pressure.
Sharper.
Colder.
Dangerous.
Then party-Jessabelle stepped forward.
"I challenge you to a duel."
The classroom froze instantly.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody even breathed properly.
The school version of Jessa looked completely terrified now, instinctively shrinking backward in fear of her meaner counterpart.
"W-Wait—"
But the challenge had already been spoken.
And somewhere within Saturn Class 11—
something reacted.
Meanwhile…
Far away from the classroom.
Inside the abandoned lower sections of the school.
The terrorist leader Archelle sat quietly beside a shattered window.
Moonlight reflected against the knives scattered around her boots.
She stared at a rough sketch of Jhonathan carved into the wall.
The immortal knight.
"He regenerates too fast," one assassin muttered.
Another adjusted their gloves carefully.
"Then we don't kill the body."
Archelle smiled slightly.
"No."
Her eyes narrowed.
"We destroy the mind."
The two assassins beside her nodded.
Because unlike the others—
they already knew exactly how to deal with immortals.