Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 145

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Summoning Genius at Necromancer School, Chapter 145
“Kajan……!”
Simon’s eyes glistened with emotion.
Standing now at the edge of an abyss, the mere fact that someone existed who knew the truth and believed him unconditionally felt like a blessing.
“Let me confirm something first.”
Kajan opened his mouth.
“The Priest is Francesca, isn’t it?”
Simon quickly gathered himself and nodded.
“Yes.”
“Understood. To share what I’ve discovered: her Barrier is currently in effect across the entire First-Year Campus.”
Kajan withdrew several Detection Devices from his subspace.
“I attempted communication with Neftis through a Communication Crystal, but as expected, it was blocked. Once the Barrier fully deploys, it will sever all external contact, not just communication.”
Kajan’s eyes fixed back on Simon.
“We’re dealing with a professor-level adversary who has prepared this Barrier for at least several years. Even if other professors arrived, this wouldn’t be easily destroyed.”
Simon nodded in agreement.
“The range?”
“At minimum, it encompasses the entire First-Year Campus of Kizen. She’s planning to utterly annihilate over nine hundred first-years.”
The mere thought of it was horrifying.
A terror attack killing every first-year student—it was more than a statistical blow, a loss of future talent who would guide the Dark Federation. It was existential.
Kizen’s reputation would crumble, its absolute authority called into question.
Federation nobles who had lost their children so senselessly would rage with fury; the Federation itself would be torn apart as anti-Kizen factions rose to prominence. The neutral powers who had been watching would defect to Ephnel’s side, and Neftis, blinded by rage, would not hesitate to wage open war against the Sacred Federation.
This was something that could escalate into full-scale conflict.
Simon felt the weight settle upon his shoulders.
“I’ll explain.”
Just as Simon was about to begin—
“Simon!”
Kamibarez was descending the stairs. Merin and Dick followed close behind her.
“Kamibarez! Why haven’t you left yet?”
Simon asked in alarm. She approached him with her hands clasped tightly, her eyes sharp with determination.
“Do you remember what I told you the morning after we met the Priest in the Forbidden Forest?”
Simon’s expression flickered with recognition.
“I promised you I’d help! Please, let me assist.”
Simon’s face hardened as he spoke.
“But this is far too dangerous……!”
“Ugh, shut it! You really know how to disappoint people, don’t you?”
Merin swept across with her sky-blue hair flying, advancing in quick strides.
“Why hide something this important from us?”
“She’s got a point. This does sting a bit.”
Dick followed, cradling the back of his head in both hands.
“Dick……!”
“I get it—you didn’t want to drag us into this. Fair enough.”
Dick smiled ruefully.
“But what can we do? Kamibarez already knows everything, and we’re desperate to get dragged in.”
“Stop wasting time and speak. Simon.”
Merin stepped forward and thrust her face close to his.
“Who is the Priest, and what is she plotting at Kizen right now?”
…….
Simon hesitated and turned to Kajan for guidance. Kajan nodded.
“We’re short-handed regardless. Now that the Priest’s grasp extends to Kizen, everyone here is a stakeholder. Having allies who believe in you is nothing short of fortune.”
“Of course!”
Simon let out a small sigh and quickly outlined the full story. He spoke so hastily he wasn’t even sure they understood it all, but he focused on conveying the essential information.
“Professor Francesca……!”
Kamibarez was so shocked her expression went blank. Merin clicked her tongue.
“I had a feeling about her. There was always something sinister about that woman.”
“Wasn’t that the same person crying her eyes out listening to her speech a few hours ago?”
“Shut your mouth!”
Did they truly believe all of this?
Simon felt something swell in his chest. Beyond everything else, he realized his time at Kizen hadn’t been meaningless.
“I’ll add supplementary explanation based on my knowledge.”
Kajan began to speak.
“I’ve been tracking the Priest for years now, and I’ve kept all the professors and teaching assistants under suspicion. Naturally, I’ve prepared contingencies for the possibility that Francesca is the Priest.”
“Ah…!”
“And if we consider Simon’s description of the explosion, it almost certainly matches the Desolater — a Curse bomb.”
“A Curse bomb?”
“Yes. That Deathland you all visited recently.”
Kajan’s eyes gleamed.
“It’s the same kind of weapon that created it.”
Everyone’s mouths fell open in horror.
So the Priest had planned to detonate that dangerous Curse bomb in the heart of Kizen? If that happened, students would be obliterated, and those fortunate enough to survive the blast would become zombies.
Dick cut in again.
“But how did Francesca get her hands on such a dangerous weapon?”
“The Desolater is kept in the Secret Dangerous Item Storage beneath this building. Only the Toxicology Professor at Kizen and Neftis are permitted entry. It’s quite likely she killed Raeng precisely to become the Toxicology Professor herself.”
It aligned perfectly with Simon’s deduction.
All three trembled at the awful truth. Everything she had shown — her care for Raeng, her affection — it had all been theater and hypocrisy.
“Simon. Can you remember exactly where each explosion occurred, and how many there were?”
“Yes, Kajan.”
Simon’s eyes sharpened with clarity.
“In the order they happened: the Magic Bullet Training Hall, the Magic Technology Building, the First-Year Male Dormitory, and the Study Hall.”
“She distributed them well across campus.”
Kajan turned to face the three of them.
“You’ll have to stop the bombs. It’s a matter of life and death. If you’re not fully committed, you can just run before the Barriers go up—”
“I’ll take the Male Dormitory.”
Dick answered before Kajan could finish.
“The Magic Technology Building will be mine. My club members are there too.”
Merin spoke up.
“I-I’ll go to the Magic Bullet Training Hall!”
Kamibarez volunteered. Kajan nodded.
“Good — no hesitation. Dismantling a Desolater’s Magic Circle is beyond your skill level. So use a simpler method instead: place the Desolater in your Subspace.”
“What?”
“We’ve confirmed that Kizen’s Desolater operates via an Ignition Magic Circle. Once it’s inside a personal Subspace — a separate dimension — the ignition command becomes completely inert.”
Dick stared at Simon with a bewildered expression, pointing at Kajan with the unspoken question: who exactly is this person?
Kajan cleared his throat.
“I’m from the Thief Guild.”
“Ah, that explains it!”
Something about him had felt familiar — he was from the Information sector, just like her.
Then Merin let out a low chuckle.
“Looks like the superior model is right here.”
“W-what are you talking about! Hey, merchants win in the end. The Information Guild just sells information for money.”
“Enough banter. Take these.”
Kajan distributed to everyone the same Glasses that Simon had worn before, pulling them from his Subspace.
“If the explosion happens within two hours, she’s likely already planted the Desolaters. She’ll have hidden them with Recognition Obstruction Magic, no doubt. These Glasses will let you see through it.”
Merin put them on and groaned.
“Even now I’m thinking — why does the design look so cheap?”
“Merin, Kajan’s a repeater.”
“They look amazing, senior!”
She switched tactics instantly.
“Never mind. Just call me Kajan. We don’t have much time — move fast.”
“Understood!”
The three of them each took one location, agreeing that whoever cleared theirs first would head to the Study Hall.
Then Simon and Kajan descended the Underground Stairs together.
Tap.
Tap.
It was Erebos Night, so all the lights were off, and the Basement hung thick with gloom. The two moved silently.
“Until every Desolater is neutralized, you must avoid confrontation with Francesca at all costs.”
Kajan handed Simon a pair of Night Vision Goggles powered by Mana as he spoke.
“If she detonates the bombs, it’ll be a catastrophe. Until your friends get all the bombs into their Subspaces, you need to focus on trailing her — avoid direct engagement.”
“Understood.”
The two safely passed through the Basement and arrived at their destination.
A large, heavy door stood sealed shut — less a room than a bunker, conjuring images of an air-raid shelter.
“She’s already gone inside.”
Kajan sprayed something like a mist across the floor to examine the footprints, then spoke.
“We don’t have much time.”
Simon bit his lip.
“Waiting here for Francesca to emerge is just wasting time. We need to move.”
“Agreed. I’ll stay and tail her when she comes out. You head to the top floor of this building, gather intelligence from Rang’s research office, then rendezvous with Pier.”
“Understood.”
Without access to Legion Power, Simon wouldn’t be much help even if a confrontation with Francesca erupted. Meeting up with Pier was indeed the priority.
Having made his decision, Simon bolted up the staircase.
First, he stopped by Rang’s research office on the fourth floor of the building.
The door was locked, so he opened a corridor window and triggered Overload against the wall, creating a temporary handhold to climb across before smashing through the office window and slipping inside.
Crash!
Simon landed lightly and surveyed his surroundings.
For a professor’s research office, there was remarkably little to it—just documents, books, and a bed. It resembled a study or rest room more than a proper research space. Apparently Rang had lived here right up until his death.
Simon frantically wrenched open the desk drawers.
‘Professor Rang was likely being manipulated by Francesca.’
Three years ago, Rang’s health had been reported as normal.
Over the past two years, his condition had deteriorated dramatically—which meant Francesca must have done something to him during that interval.
‘If traces of it remain here…’
Simon, who had been tossing through the drawers frantically, suddenly went still. Then he jerked his head around.
Slurp.
A green slime erupted from behind a picture frame. Simon stepped back cautiously, his expression tightening as he stared at it.
The slime, as though shy, hardly emerged from behind the frame.
Then a hole opened in the middle of the slime, transforming into the shape of a tongue and mouth.
[Prêtre]
It spoke!
The pronunciation was quite garbled, but it seemed to have said “Priest”—with a faint accent reminiscent of Baldwin Kingdom in the Far East.
Simon cleared his throat and answered in the same accent.
[Francêsca.]
Then.
The slime’s mouth gaped wide and spat out two objects.
One was a Notebook.
The other was Rang’s Professor Credential.
“…!”
Simon immediately pocketed the credential and hurriedly opened the Notebook.
‘You left something like this behind?’
It was Rang’s diary.

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