Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 154

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Chapter 154
When Simon first came into contact with Francesca’s Holy Flame, he was taken aback.
It hurt.
It hurt like hell.
But was it really unbearable?
Kassan and Pier had reacted as if a living hellscape had opened before them, but was it really that bad?
Simon felt a small doubt creep in.
Whoosh!
The second Holy Flame struck him.
The unbearable pain had dulled to something merely painful.
In simpler terms, it was manageable.
Ahhhhh!
Immediately after, he was exposed to a third Holy Flame.
It felt like stepping into the scalding hot spring that the Kizen Dormitory was famous for.
Simon was holding up remarkably well against the attack from Efnel’s one of only seven Priestesses.
Or rather, it was more than that.
‘Why is the wound healing?’
Francesca’s Holy Flame was actually mending the cuts on Simon’s knees and elbows. It was a bewildering situation, but Simon gave no sign of surprise.
This was a chance that wouldn’t come again.
Francesca was a fanatic of the most vicious kind. She harbored infinite pride in the fact that she was a Priestess, and this “Holy Flame” power granted by the Goddess absolutely had to be capable of burning away all things wicked.
Because this power was the proof of divinity in her mind.
An ability combined with her own personal faith—but what if that faith were shaken? A great chasm would open in Francesca’s emotional foundation.
Having seen through the very core of her being, Simon decided to deploy a Deception Technique.
When the Holy Flame touched him, he rolled about like Kassan and Pier, shrieking and drooling from his mouth. To be even more convincing, he bit his own tongue deliberately, letting blood-tinged saliva stream down his chin. At the sight of a Necromancer writhing in agony, struck down by divine punishment, Francesca seemed satisfied.
Then, when Serne intervened a moment later, Francesca appeared greatly stressed by the fact that she couldn’t incinerate her feathers in one strike.
Fortunately, she seemed to have reasoned that Serne was a special case, and her suspicion didn’t extend back to Simon.
Simon charged in stupidly. He swung his Greatsword, was blocked by Holy Flame, and rolled across the ground.
While repeating those actions over and over, he waited for his opening. But he still hadn’t created enough distance for Pier’s Greatsword to touch her body directly.
But his patience paid off. When Serne unleashed a powerful assault, sending thousands of feathers spiraling outward, Francesca also summoned her Holy Flame to commit fully to defense. It was then that Simon rushed at her from behind in the same manner.
Thanks to the buildup he’d layered so thoroughly, Francesca was completely caught off guard.
This time too, she tried to summon a proportionate Holy Flame to brush him away, but Simon powered through the lukewarm flames and swung his Greatsword with all his might.
[……!!]
The most decisive solid hit of all his attacks so far.
A deep gash opened from her shoulder down to her back. Though he hadn’t completely severed her body, the gushing fountain of blood spoke to the depth of the wound.
[How is this possible!]
Francesca wavered.
She hurriedly retreated to try to heal the laceration, but the wound inflicted by the Sword of Ruin would not mend, even under her Holy Flame.
[How! How! How!]
The greatest pillar supporting Francesca as a person.
‘Faith’ was crumbling away.
[Why!!!]
She cried out as if her throat would tear, then lowered her stance and gasped for breath. Her trembling pupils fixed themselves on Simon.
[What exactly are you……]
In that moment, the emotion in the Priestess’s eyes was
[what?]
Fear.
Fear born from the ‘unknown’ she could not comprehend.
“I don’t know either.”
Simon steadied his Greatsword and answered plainly.
In truth, Simon couldn’t understand why he’d survived unscathed when struck by the Priestess’s flames. He simply used that method because it worked, without troubling himself to contemplate the cause.
And when a human witnesses something they cannot understand, something they do not wish to understand—
[Die!!]
they want to erase it.
Holy Flame erupted from Francesca’s palm with the highest output she’d shown yet, engulfing Simon completely.
‘Gnn!’
Simon immediately sent his right arm behind his back, shielding Pier in Bone Armor form. Then he received the full onslaught of Holy Flame with his entire body.
He heard Kassan and Serne cry out in alarm.
Even with some resistance to Sacred power, Simon’s nature was ultimately that of a Necromancer. His body’s durability was reaching its limit under the overwhelming firepower.
[Boy! What are you doing! Get out of there!]
‘Pier.’
Simon managed a strained smile even as the flames bore down on him.
‘How much longer will you hesitate?’
……
Pier’s voice fell silent.
‘If you want to defeat the Priestess of Efnel, your very nature must change. If you truly are the administrator of my Legion.’
Simon’s eyes sharpened with sudden intensity.
‘Follow me, Pier.’
Khehehehe!
Pier laughed.
Kheek! Kehehehup! Uahahaha! Khahahaha!
The sound of Pier’s laughter echoed through Simon’s mind—a wild, keening cackle that seemed to pour from depths of madness.
[There are limits to insulting the dead, boy!]
Yet Pier’s voice dripped with genuine delight as he spoke.
‘This is no insult.’
Simon’s mouth curved into a smile to match, and Francesca’s expression—still channeling Holy Flame—froze into absolute terror.
‘It’s evolution.’
Drip.
A single drop of water falls into a pond.
Simon had been nothing more than that—one infinitesimal droplet.
Pier was the pond itself.
The white drop, the moment it struck the stagnant black water of decay, vanished without a trace.
Drip.
Again, a white droplet falls.
This time was different. The moment the drop touched the pond, white bloomed outward in all directions like concentrated ink, staining the entire surface luminous white.
Kehehehehe! Uahahaha!
Scratch.
Whoosh.
Bones scattered across the floor rose into the air and began to attach themselves to Simon’s body—he who bore the brunt of the Holy Flame.
Clack.
Click.
Clack-clack-clack.
The bones fitted seamlessly into the shape of armor, covering his right arm, connecting torso to legs. A cloak wrapped around Simon once more. And finally—
[Excellent! Son of Richard!]
Crash!
Pier’s Skull Helmet settled onto Simon’s head. Simon grasped it with both hands and pulled it down deep. His eyes were swallowed by the skull; only his nose and mouth remained visible.
[For your victory! I now abandon even my identity as the dead!!]
Whoosh.
A dark blue flame ignited like a torch in the right eye socket, burning with its familiar intensity.
And then.
Whooooosh!
In the left eye socket, a pure white flame rose up.
Two flames burning from both eyes. At last, Pier had caught up to Simon’s growth.
“Let’s go, Pier.”
[Khahaha!]
Shhhhwiiiing!
Simon swung his Greatsword in a wide arc, the blade tearing through the radiating Holy Flame and carving a wound across Francesca’s abdomen.
[What in the…!]
Her pupils trembled.
A Necromancer enduring Holy Flame—that much she could accept.
But an Undead wielding Sacred power?
The successive shocks, each more profound than the last, came in rapid succession, and cracks began to form in her sanity.
[Kiiieeeeeeeeeeek!]
Francesca let out a scream that seemed to tear from her very throat.
It was impossible.
Fear. Fear. Fear.
Pure fear, more absolute than anything else, seized control of her mind.
For a Priest, this was no different than watching the very foundation of all her lifelong faith crumble to dust.
Thud!
Simon launched forward, pushing hard off the ground. The full effects of Bone Armor activated, and his physical prowess surged dramatically.
[Kheuuugh!]
She recoiled as if witnessing something filthy, launching skyward to rain Holy Flame down upon the ground. Simon struck the earth hard and slashed repeatedly into the empty air.
Crack!
A Ranged Slash carved through her body along with the Holy Flame, but light kindled in the wound and she healed swiftly.
[Just as I thought—against this Priestess, there’s no point unless I cut her directly with the Sword of Ruin!]
‘Yes, but—’
Simon possessed no aerial combat technique. He could only leap after her, scrambling to keep up.
As Simon charged forward, his eyes darting for something to push against, that was when—
‘?’
Serne’s feathers were trailing him.
-I’ll help.
Serne’s voice reached him. The feathers, now matching his speed, struck his shoulders and back with a clicking sound, adhering fast.
‘!’
Simon felt his focus spike several levels in an instant.
The very visualization Serne had shown him during Magical Combat class was now manifesting. The feathers clinging to his back blazed with booster-like force, lifting his body into the air.
‘Got it.’
Finding his rhythm, Simon kicked off and soared upward.
Slash!
Simon flew past, his blade cutting deep across Francesca’s shoulder.
Blood fountained skyward, and Francesca’s face twisted in raw terror.
[Kyiiiiiiiiiiiiii!]
Francesca rocketed higher into the air. The defensive barrier of Holy Flame wrapping protectively around the Priestess tore through the cave’s ceiling and walls, boring through stone as she climbed ever higher.
‘Hah!’
Watching her ascent, Simon’s eyes hardened.
He couldn’t afford to lose her now.
He was already wringing out every last drop of his stamina and mental fortitude; if his focus slipped, the backlash would come crashing down.
Before that happened—
‘Bring her down!’
Simon pushed the feathers’ flight speed to maximum and pursued Francesca.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
Sacred spheres and boulders the size of houses rained down like a deluge. Simon abandoned thought entirely, surrendering to frenzy.
‘Cut everything that stands before me!’
He slashed as he rose, white blade-light tearing madly through the void.
Surrounded by battlefield debris, shadows, and the barrage of Sacred spheres filling his vision, Simon transcended thought itself—cutting, ever cutting.
Finally.
Whiiiing!
Every obstacle blocking Simon’s sight vanished. Caught in the glint of sunlight, his body emerged thousands of meters above ground.
A fierce wind whipped through his hair. Below, the mountainpeak where the Control Room stood bore a gaping hole, and beyond it, the Kizen Campus stretched out distant and small.
[Please, just die die die die die!]
High above, Francesca raised both arms.
Pointed crosses forged from Holy Flame hung suspended in the air. Her thoughts had cleared enough to realize that the goddess’s power would not burn him away—she switched tactics to physical assault.
“Coming, Pier.”
[Kehehehe! Do your worst!]
Simon soared upward, and hundreds of crosses rained down. White blade-light tore the sky apart countless times, and the gaps filled again with crosses thick and close.
The Kizen students below, still locked in combat with the Prima Materia monsters, lifted their eyes skyward at the relentless thunder.
“Crosses!”
The students pointed upward, hands shading their eyes.
“That’s a Priest, right?”
“But who’s he fighting—”
“Hey, move!”
Merin shoved Dick’s head aside and stared at the sky with wide eyes.
Both her cheeks flushed crimson.
‘Simon…’
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
Simon’s blade shattered the crosses one after another.
But now exhaustion was setting in. His mental defenses were crumbling; the fact that he was holding back the Priestess at all was a miracle, and in a prolonged engagement, once she regained her composure, the advantage would shift devastatingly against him.
‘This is my last attack.’
Grit.
He clenched his teeth; something cracked between them.
Hanging in the air, he brought the Greatsword behind his back, twisted at the waist, and lowered his stance.
The posture of a Slash.
He pours every ounce of his power into the Greatsword. The blade shudders, beginning to writhe with the force of a tidal wave. Brilliant light cascades forth.
“What—?”
“It’s so—so bright!”
The Kizen students on the ground shield their eyes as a colossal flash of light batters the blade.
‘Space itself—’
Both arms sweep wide, his body pivoting at the waist. Pier’s bones, affixed to Simon’s frame, now manifest all the deeds accumulated across their union.
Simon’s chest opens up with exhilaration, his lips curving into a smile.
‘The sensation of cutting through—’
Shrieeeeeeeeeeek!
A pure white arc tears through wind and empty space in a single stroke, shredding even clouds far beyond, vanishing into the distance beyond the sky.
The massive shockwave that follows shakes the entire Kizen Campus Grounds.
[Gack!]
The Priestess’s waist splits in two, along with the crosses around her.
But Efnel’s Priestess is an absolute being. Holy Flame surges through her bisected form, attempting to knit herself back together.
‘Not yet!’
Whirrrrsssh!
‘It’s not finished!’
Simon, having unleashed a colossal Slash, spins his body once more. As he pivots, every one of Pier’s bones clinging to his frame converges toward his wrists.
Crack!
Having completed his rotation, Simon extends his arms, directing the blade’s tip toward Francesca.
Simon’s both hands gripping the Greatsword, and Pier’s bones engulfing his arms, tremble with violent vibration. As though restraining an accumulated force.
Right here.
‘No matter what—I land this.’
Simon’s Absolute Command takes hold.
<Simon & Pier Original – Discharge>
Thwakkkkkkkk!
With a roar that seems to burst the eardrums, Simon’s arms thrust upward and Pier’s bones scatter in all directions.
Francesca’s gaze, fixed on recovering her bisected body, shifts upward.
[What—!]
In the moment before comprehension.
The Sword of Ruin passed just beyond her head.
Her dazed expression shifts as the Greatsword flies onward, ascending into the distant reaches of sky.
And.
[Oh.]
Her right arm soars skyward.
[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!]
The Priestess’s agonized cry shakes all of Kizen.

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