Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 151

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy 151
The Seven Saints of Efnel.
As the greatest pillars upholding Efnel and the Sacred Federation, the essence of sainthood awakens within female students and alumnae of Efnel, conferring upon them their divine nature. They are the counterpart to the Legion Commanders of the Dark Alliance.
Yet unlike the Legion Commanders, who move freely unbound by faction or station, the Saints are the very core of power—living embodiments of Efnel and the Sacred Federation themselves.
The moment a woman awakens as a Saint, she rises above all power structures of the Sacred Federation, transcending humanity to reign as a demi-god. Above them stands only the Pope.
Each of the Seven Saints commands a different divine authority.
Among them, Flema, the Saint of Purification, was granted White Flame—a trinity of power encompassing restoration, offense, and defense.
And one thing more: a secret known only to the Pope and a select few even within Efnel itself. The Saint of Purification possessed the ability to transcend the limits of human flesh.
She could function as a spirit form, and even if her body were destroyed, she could inhabit another body and claim it as her own.
With this power, Flema resolved to collapse Kizen from within. She succeeded in possessing Francesca, who had grown weary of her long years as an instructor.
Through Francesca’s body, Flema gained her strength, her knowledge, and the ability to wield the Dark Element. Using that knowledge, she conducted classes and succeeded in poisoning Professor Lang, whom she truly trusted.
Obstacles like Kassan had appeared, but they posed no real threat. She had crouched in the shadows, exercising extreme caution, meticulously preparing her plan over a long time.
The plan was flawless.
She had killed Lang to open Erebos Night, when all Kizen’s professors would be absent. She had shaped Francesca into a character of such conviction that everyone accepted her will to remain at Kizen and conduct classes in honor of Lang’s wishes.
It had been simple. She had achieved this by delving deeply into and understanding their culture.
Necromancers were far too emotional about “death,” and she had learned that a “last testament” left before death wielded incomparable influence in necromancer society.
Every piece had fallen into place perfectly. Yet still, as always, a single grain of sand—a minute variable—had emerged.
Simon Polentia.
Kassan Edvalt.
These two had neutralized the Desolator Bomb and made it this far.
But there would be no further variables. Once she eliminated these two and activated the Prima Materia, it would all be over.
[Burn in eternal flame.]
White fire surged from her fingertips like a wave, spreading outward. Simon and Kassan rolled frantically out of the way.
A terrible white inferno seemed to rage, yet every object touched by White Flame remained unmarked. But.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
The flames had merely grazed his arm, yet Kassan collapsed in extreme agony. If Kassan was reacting so violently, Simon could only imagine the pain was beyond comprehension.
[……Such power exists. A nightmare.]
Even Pier’s voice trembled.
The overwhelming elemental advantage against all necromancers and the undead. This was the divine authority possessed by the Saint of Purification.
[Now I understand who you are, Simon Polentia.]
Francesca—or rather, Flema, inhabiting her body, smiled.
[When the Ancient Undead appeared in the Forbidden Forest, I was puzzled. Never did I imagine you were a Legion Commander.]
“…….”
Simon did not answer.
[But a fledgling Legion Commander nonetheless. In another ten years, perhaps—but this stage is far too early for you.]
There was no refuting it. Simon had been a Legion Commander for less than half a year, and his opponent was an active Saint.
It was no contest.
“Still.”
Simon’s grip tightened on the hilt of his greatsword.
“You won’t know unless you try.”
She laughed as though amused, turning her back to him. Her destination was the magical circle table in the Command Control Room.
“Damn it! Simon, you have to stop her!”
Kassan cried out even as he writhed in pain.
“She’s going to activate the Prima Materia!”
At those words, Simon immediately drove forward through the Dark Element in a desperate dash.
But with a single gesture from her, a colossal wall of White Flame rose up, splitting the Command Control Room in half. Simon skidded to an abrupt halt.
[Just watch from there.]
She opened a pocket dimension and withdrew a cube radiating brilliant prismatic light. Simon drove his left foot hard into the ground.
‘Gate Opening!’
A pocket dimension opened beyond the White Flame, and six blades shot forth in unison. But with a whooshing sound, white flames erupted around her, deflecting every blade back.
“……!”
It had been blocked far too easily.
Flema smiled meaningfully and activated the table. The center of the table opened, and a brilliant crystal erupted from within.
It was a Barrier Stone that covered all of Kizen. Flema seized it, hurled it to the ground, and inserted the Prima Materia in its place.
[An artifact that creates endless monsters of heterogeneous essence, drawing power from its user. You have long tormented the Sacred Federation with this very thing.]
She placed her hand upon the Prima Materia.
[Now it is your turn to suffer.]
From her hand covering the Prima Materia, mountains of White Flame surged upward.
“Damn! Stop!”
[Hahahaha!]
The effect was immediate.
On the countless screens in the Command Control Room that overlooked the entire Kizen Campus, pale white creatures began to appear.
They resembled featureless white dolls.
Bodies and limbs of pure white, unmarked by any distinction. Wings sprouted from their backs, and their faces bore the suggestion of eyes, nose, and mouth—though these were little more than dark voids rather than any functional features.
They varied wildly in size and shape. Some walked on two legs, others on four. Some had arms longer than their torsos, and there were colossal specimens that stretched over twenty meters in length.
The Kizen students still in class appeared not to have noticed yet.
[Watch the chaos unfold with your own eyes, little Legion Commander.]
Flema spoke those words when—
—Ah, ahem. Ahhh!
A broadcast signal crackled through the speakers. It echoed across both the Kizen Campus and the Command Control Room.
Simon recognized the voice immediately.
‘Merin!’

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Five minutes earlier.
Fourth floor, Broadcasting Communications Building.
“What is this commotion!”
“Get back to the lecture hall at once, student!”
Burly attendants blocked the entrance to the broadcast room. Merin stood before them, straining with all her might to push her way inside.
“Ugh, seriously! You dense morons!”
Merin shouted in exasperation.
“The Priest has appeared at Kizen! She’s planning terrorism!”
The attendants let out hollow laughs.
“…What kind of ridiculous nonsense are you babbling about?”
“Student, this is Kizen. Even if a Saint herself walked through that door instead of some Priest, she couldn’t breach this place. Now go back.”
‘This is so maddening!’
She stared anxiously out the window.
The bomb had been stopped, yes—but this was a plan Francesca had prepared for over a year. By any reasonable account, it couldn’t possibly end with just that single blast.
“Fine, we’ll humor your nonsense for a moment.”
The attendant sighed before continuing.
“So who is this Priest?”
“Francesca Belmond!”
Merin ground her teeth as she pressed on.
“She’s been deceiving all of us! Her true identity is a Priest of Efnel!”
…….
The attendants exchanged blank stares, then their faces hardened in unison.
“You’ve crossed a serious line. How long has it been since Professor Rang passed away?”
“Regardless of who else you slander, spreading rumors about Professor Francesca isn’t acceptable.”
She had only spoken the truth, yet the situation grew worse instead.
Then one of the attendants extended his arm. As his core activated, a Dark Magic Club materialized in his palm, forged from shadow itself.
“If you cause any more trouble, we’ll have no choice but to use force, no matter how much of a Kizen student you are.”
“This matter will be reported to the supervising professor. You should know this won’t end with a simple beating.”
Hah.
Merin sighed, glaring at them.
“So what are you going to do if you lay a hand on me?”
“Why you—!”
The moment the attendant swung his club, she pivoted her feet to the side and unleashed the spell circle she had prepared.
[Dark Glacier]
Thud!
The attendant’s body went flying from the impact. He stuck flat against the wall, his face barely protruding while his entire body was encased in ice.
“You crazy—!”
Two more attendants tried to move, but Merin was faster, her sky-blue hair streaming behind her as she darted forward. Before they could react, their legs were locked in place by ice.
“Hey, can’t you unfreeze this?”
“That girl’s actually insane!”
She strode forward and wrenched the broadcast room door open with a bang. An attendant sitting in the chair eating snacks stared at her with wide eyes.
“No, wait! What are you—!”
Crash!
Merin swept her arm, and the attendant’s body froze solid against the wall. She pulled her skirt into place, sat down in the chair, and drew a long breath.
“S-student! Are you actually insane?”
“Shut up and just sit tight! Do whatever you want with punishments and discipline later!”
She brought the microphone to her throat and cleared her voice with a soft hum.
I know this is insane, honestly. I know full well this isn’t something that ends with just a reprimand, and I’m terrified that if I broadcast this and nothing happens, I’ll be the only fool left standing.
But it’s better for me to shoulder everything and stir up trouble than to sit through classes defenseless while Priest’s attack leaves casualties in its wake.
Having reached that conclusion, Merin pressed the broadcast ON button.
[Broadcasting from the station now!]
Her bright, clear voice rippled across the entire Kizen Campus Grounds.
What should she say? After a brief hesitation, she spoke again. Sensational—she needed to be sensational for them to listen.
[A Priest from Efnel has launched a terrorist attack on the Kizen campus! This is a real emergency! All students should evacuate outside the buildings immediately!]
Murmur, murmur, murmur.
Students throughout the buildings began talking in agitated clusters. The ice-trapped minion sighed in resignation, his face falling into an expression that said, ‘I’m already dead.’
[Broadcasting again! Priest has mounted a terrorist attack on the Campus Grounds! Students in buildings must evacuate to open areas due to risk of structural collapse! Students in buildings with basement shelters should move to those shelters, and all other students should….]
Crack!
A sharp blow landed on the back of her head, and she fell forward. Crumbs of snacks scattered in all directions.
“Damn it! You really want to die, don’t you?”
Thanks to her School Uniform’s barrier, she escaped without wounds—but the impact was real. The minion, now wielding a Dark Magic Club, had dropped his weapon and wrenched her left arm backward, pressing his right elbow against her throat.
“Ugh!”
“You think a minion like me can’t lay a finger on a Kizen student? I’m a Necromancer too!”
The minion who’d pinned Merin dragged her from her seat with brutal force.
“Call a professor or a teaching assistant, quick! I’ll deal with this one—!”
Smash!
An even louder impact rang out, and the minion’s eyes rolled back before he collapsed like a sack.
“Huh.”
Pier stood there grinning wickedly, an Enchanted Textbook in hand.
“Did I arrive too late?”
“You absolute idiot!”
Merin spun around and snapped at Pier with exasperation.
“I got hit in the back of the head because of you! Why’d you just disappear without saying anything?”
“…Uh, hmm. Sorry. I don’t remember what happened either. But first—hurry up and broadcast.”
Pier pointed out the window.
“Your hunch was right. Priest’s attack has started for real.”
Through the window, white monstrosities were drawing closer.
Screams of students erupted from every corner, and the minions present stared out the window in disbelief. Now reality was sinking in.
Merin drew a sharp breath.
[This is the broadcasting station with an urgent announcement! We have an emergency! Priest’s terrorist attack has begun! All students must cease classes immediately and evacuate according to instructions! We repeat this announcement!]

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