I'm The supreme Fairy King

Jim knew it would be harder to make them see the logic here but he had to try.

"An academy with its dean being biased to one side rather than others... A dean who threatened to kill all but his own side, and he stuck to his words and is currently doing this... Do you think such a dean and the clan standing behind him would agree to help one of ours?"

"B- But..." Roger couldn't say anything more.

"What are you talking about?" one disciple shouted in rage, "it's the boss! It's Hector we are speaking about here! If it's needed for us to wage war over that damned academy then let's do it!"

"Hell yeah! We don't hold anything dear to lose anyway."

"For my boss I'll die gladly but he has to live!"

"Screw all the dragons! Let's burn that academy down to the ground or die trying!"

Many disciples shouted in rage and extreme devotion to their boss. However Jim glanced in a meaningful way towards Roger. The latter seemed to be a bit wiser and more collected than others around.

And Jim just hoped he could have something in hand to stop him.

'Any bright ideas old man?' Jim also went to ask for his mentor's advice, 'I don't want to see them dying without a result.'

'There is a way...' the old man suddenly said, 'but it's a bit risky and with low chances of success.'

'Just tell,' Jim firmly said, 'after all it's more realistic than going all the way and hitting the academy.'

The old man started to tell him his theory and Jim attentively listened until he finished. 'It's a crazy plan,' Jim took a deep breath before loudly saying: "I've got a way to save him."

The eyes of everyone instantly glued over his body. Jim took another deep breath before adding, "But this one isn't easy or pleasant at all."

"Just say what you got," one of the disciples said in impatience, "our boss is dying as we speak."

"Is there anyone here who delved into making potions?" Jim first asked.

"Wait a minute... You don't possibly think about it, aren't you?" Roger couldn't help but speak in a weak tone first before Jim nodded. "Damn! That might work! No... That will definitely work."

"What's it, Roger?" a disciple asked what everyone else was having in their minds at the moment.

"We'll go and hunt that motherf*cker down," Roger said in a loud tone, a tone that was filled with nothing but hope and determination. "We will get that motherf*cker's sack of poison and make antidote for the boss and others as well."

"This..." some disciples muttered before Larry said, "What others?"

"Do you think this trip will end without many of us falling?" Roger said, but his tone seemed like he didn't care.

"We don't mind that!"

"All for the boss!"

"How many times has the boss saved my life? Our lives? This time we'll show him our resolve and save him."

Many started to express their thoughts and they all agreed to the plan with a growing loud voice that made Jim feel some goosebumps.

"Damn! I need my team to be like them," Jim slowly said before shifting his gaze towards the ashen white Hector, "I need to learn much from you... So don't die."

He turned his gaze towards the rest before shouting:

"As you all agreed on this plan, who can make the potions?"

They all stopped voicing out their decisions and Roger hit a giant kid nearby on the chest. "Our little Tim here can do it, right Tim?"

"Leave this to me," Tim said, "I won't let the boss die."

"Neither will we," Roger moved to stand before the group, "we know where that motherf*cker is... that second pit... we will demote it to the ground... We will kill anything that breathes down there even if we all fell as well.``

"Howl!"

"Howl!"

"Howl!"

Jim watched them howling and couldn't help but smile. "Let's go," Roger said before turning around and added, "I don't want any weak spells... I don't wanna see any little tricks... From this moment on we will crush into that pit with all we got."

"Howl!"

The entire group howled as they started moving towards the pit like an army going to war. Jim glanced at Tim. "Prepare the strongest healing potion you can make, and wait for the poison sack to be delivered to you."

"Are you going with them?" Tim couldn't help but ask in doubt. "You are weak, you can't help and might be a liability there."

"Stupid Tim... I'm the only one who can take that monster down."

Jim walked after the group while Tim shouted from the back:

"Don't call it a monster, call it by its real name."

"Yeah, that motherf*cker will die on my hands," Jim raised his fist in the air, "and this fist will be the sign of my team from now on," he said this in low tone to himself, but it seemed others heard him as they turned to spot him and his raised right fist.

"Howl!" and they saluted him in their own way.

'What's that monster look like?' Jim followed the enthusiastic group towards the next pit. 'Is it like that lizard?'

'You plan on killing it like that lizard?' the old man asked.

'Sure, why not?'

'I... doubt you can handle its energy.'

'Even with Don?' Jim glanced at the sticking like a glue Seson monster.

'He can't handle that much energy,' the old man said, 'what we are going to face here is some sort of ancient monster... One that lived for a very, very long time.'

'And?'

'It has a massive amount of magical power in its body, something not even you and Don combined can handle.'

'Then... What to do?'

'One thing,' the old man said, 'you'll have to use your spell all the time.'

Jim felt weird as he asked, 'How? You know my hands will be tied!'

'Then you should first activate that spell before absorbing that monster's energy,' the old man said, 'that's the only way.'

'What will I do after that spell ends?'