Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 155

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School 155
The Saint’s arm flew away.
Had she been properly aimed, perhaps it would have been possible to kill her, but in truth, striking her at this distance—when she appeared as little more than a speck in the sky—approached the miraculous.
Simon felt his consciousness growing distant by degrees as he stretched out his right arm.
‘Restoration.’
Light flickered in the distance, and Pier’s Greatsword landed smoothly into Simon’s hovering grip.
[Listen here, boy! This is not the moment to lose consciousness!]
Simon’s body was falling through the hole punctured in the Mountain Range.
Snap. Snap.
Two of Serne’s Feathers arrived at precisely the right moment, clinging to Simon’s shoulders. His falling body flipped, shifting into a proper flying posture.
Carried by the feathers’ power, Simon entered the great cavity in the Mountain Range.
Feathers flew to the rock face and adhered to it. After Simon descended, the feathers dispersed into the pattern of a magic circle, their movements reshaping earth and stone to seal the gaping hole without trace.
By the time Simon reached the Control Room, the great hole above was completely sealed.
“I have to say, this feels like a déjà vu of last time. Here’s the so-called heir to the ivory tower, playing support for everyone else.”
Serne approached Simon with a tired smile.
“And after all that commotion I helped you with, we only get one arm? Next time, you be my support.”
The sound of Pier’s skull laughing boisterously echoed through the space.
Simon, crouched on the floor, let out a weak chuckle, while Kassan hung his disheveled hair forward with a hollow laugh.
‘……mad bastards.’
Two Kizen students had joined forces to corner a Saint and even severed her arm.
Anyone who heard this would have scoffed. The story lacked so much credibility that no one would believe it anyway.
“Ugh.”
Simon’s consciousness, as he crouched, threatened to slip away. Then Serne pressed several feathers into his body, and his awareness snapped back.
“Stay with me. I don’t think now is the time to pass out.”
“……?”
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble!
Before her words had fully settled, the entire Control Room shook violently. Everyone’s eyes turned upward.
“Tenacious.”
Kassan murmured. The ceiling was collapsing, bedrock and all.
Serne clicked her tongue, sending feathers aloft to spread a defensive magic circle above their heads.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-bang!
The ceiling exploded again. The Saint descended from the sky, having carved a hole more than five times the size of the previous one.
Thud.
Her two feet touched the ground. With her right arm empty, her bearing had taken on something almost sinister.
[Now I understand.]
She lifted her head.
[I comprehend the will of the Goddess.]
Her robes fluttered as an indescribable, vast aura erupted from her form. The three stepped back, their eyes sharp with caution.
[A Legion Commander whose Sacred Flame does not take hold.]
Her gaze fixed upon Simon.
[A being beyond measure. An Irregular. This is a grave calamity. Moreover, I have confirmed that the Undead he commands are also immune to Sacred Flame. Should he reach full maturity, Efnel will face its worst enemy. The reason the Goddess guided me to Kizen was not to perpetrate an attack upon it—]
Blaze-blaze-blaze-blaze!
Her entire body began to be engulfed in dazzling white flames.
[Simon Polentia. It was solely to eliminate you.]
Francesca began to chant a prayer. Serne gave a bitter smile and gestured backward.
“Let’s escape from here for now?”
Simon nodded and turned to flee, but a massive wall of white flame rose up, blocking any path of escape.
[Forgive this lowly servant’s sacrilege.]
Francesca fell to her knees.
[I now perceive that the great power fails to take hold not to punish me, but to enlighten my foolish self as to what must be judged.]
“Ah, this is dangerous. She’s starting to regain her composure.”
Serne spoke.
“Nothing about the situation has changed, yet she accepts her own self-rationalization as enlightenment.”
Kassan clicked his tongue as well.
Then Francesca’s body, engulfed in white flame, began to expand and transform.
It was no longer a human form. A body of smooth, gleaming celestial metal, its waist composed of thin lines before changing again to a white form at the chest.
Curved wings hung from her back, while her face was covered in featureless metal that shone with a blue light only where her eyes should be. Above her head floated a disc-like object of the same material.
[In accordance with the great Goddess’s will, I stake everything to root out the seeds of evil.]
The Executor Mode—sustained by burning through Francesca’s own lifespan with white flames. She truly was committing everything to this fight.
Click.
A sword materialized above Francesca’s wrist, forged entirely of white flame. The metal body, too, seemed composed of that same fire—it radiated heat and shimmered with heat haze.
The three of them understood before they even engaged.
This could not be won.
[Now.]
She raised her right arm high. The White Flame Sword erupted tens of meters into the air, exploding into a colossal inferno.
[Perish.]
The burning blade descended toward Simon’s head. Simon frantically hoisted Pier’s Greatsword to meet it.
‘In my current state, I can’t stop it……!’
Clang!
With a sharp metallic cry, Francesca’s blade was blocked.
Simon’s eyes widened. He hadn’t blocked it himself. Instead, an alien golden magic circle had unfurled before his body.
‘Could this be……?’
[So quickly!]
Francesca’s gaze shifted.
A golden portal was opening in the empty air.

* * *
Twenty minutes earlier.
“His true strength lies in his madness! He’s the type who can genuinely lose himself in something!”
Bahil shouted in excitement.
Aaron, who had been listening, narrowed his eyes with undisguised disdain.
“……You’ve just found something you have in common with him.”
“Madness is also a hallmark of genius.”
Bahil shrugged.
“Allow me to share an experience. During Class A Curse Magic lectures, I once interfered with Simon’s body to assist his practical work. I applied a Sensory Curse to maximize his focus. But…….”
The corners of his mouth lifted.
“In every battle, in every crucial moment—especially during Professor Jane’s Cyclops evaluation—Simon has been mimicking that state I created with my curse. He seems to think of it as merely ‘recreating a mental image,’ but that’s not what it really is.”
His lips parted.
“Compello.”
At that word, Aaron’s eyes widened—as did those of Hong Peng and Silaji.
“That very ‘Compello’ which only the greatest Necromancers occasionally experience. Yes! A mere seventeen-year-old boy! He’s triggering Compello simply by recreating that focus he felt during Curse Magic class! How is this even possible?”
Bahil smiled like a triumphant victor, seeing the stunned expressions on their faces.
“Exactly.”
Hong Peng rested his chin on his hand.
“He mastered the Internal Black Energy Eruption in just two attempts, even with help from another student. Opening the door to Compello seems to be genuine.”
“Ah, that’s information even I’m hearing for the first time.”
Bahil nodded and continued.
“In any case, I’m sharing this information because, as educators teaching Simon together, we should ensure we don’t harm his concentration…….”
“I disagree.”
Silaji spoke while clearing his throat.
“If he keeps forcing Compello open, his mind will deteriorate. He’s only seventeen. You know full well what becomes of Necromancers addicted to Compello—they all die young.”
“But.”
Bahil’s lips curved upward.
“They achieve remarkable feats and leave their names in history.”
“……Professor Bahil!”
“Don’t misunderstand me. I’m confident there’s no faculty member who cares more about Simon’s wellbeing than I do. The deterioration from overusing Compello—that’s a small price. It’s what lesser talents deserve. But Simon is different from the start.”
“What the world calls that is exploitation.”
At Silaji’s words, Bahil’s eyes turned cold.
“Professor Silaji, pardon me, but are you truly a Necromancer?”
“If you think it’s impertinent, you shouldn’t be babbling about it. Your role as a professor is to guide him to reduce his use of Compello now, and to help him build stable strength so he can advance without resorting to such reckless power. That boy has more than enough potential to rise without such measures.”
Irritation crept into Bahil’s expression.
“His potential is infinite! To clip a genius’s wings under the guise of restraint is to fail as an educator, and as a Necromancer, it’s a sin…….”
“Enough.”
Clap, clap.
Hong Peng clapped his hands and stepped in to mediate.
“We’ll end up quarreling at this rate. Today is Rang’s funeral. The time and place are hardly appropriate.”
…….
Silaji’s face flushed as he closed his mouth. But Bahil’s lips still twitched with barely suppressed words.
Then Aaron’s gaze shifted.
“……There’s a commotion outside.”
Sniff, sniff.
Silaji caught the scent and rushed forward, the other professors following in his wake.
A low murmur rippled through the crowd.
At the entrance to the Sacred Temple, mourners were clustering and whispering. The professors pushed through the throng, moving forward.
“Kamibarez!”
Silaji ran toward her.
A female student from Kizen appeared, drenched in blood and stumbling into the Sacred Temple. Blood streamed endlessly from her eyes and mouth, and the great wings folded against her back hung limp.
“……Ah.”
The moment Kamibarez saw the professors, her eyes filled with tears.
“Professors! Please!”
“Calm yourself. Your body’s been too badly damaged,” Silaji said, steadying her as she swayed.
He held her up as she threatened to collapse.
“……Please, save Simon and the others!”
“Save them? What are you talking about?”
Just then, a brilliant flash of light appeared beside Kamibarez, and a small girl materialized.
“Seems something’s gone wrong.”
Nephthys Arkbold.
At her appearance, every professor and mourner bowed their head in unison.
“You……”
Kamibarez’s pupils trembled. She was unmistakably the same small girl who had come to the lecture hall and begged for sweets.
“Hi there! Can you show me that?”
The girl pointed to Rang’s Diary, which Kamibarez clutched to her chest.
Kamibarez hesitated, her eyes darting uncertainly, but when she saw Hong Peng nod, she handed the diary to Nephthys.
The pages rustled open.
Nephthys opened Rang’s Diary, and the other professors gathered behind her to peer at its contents.

The professors’ eyes widened to the point of nearly bulging from their sockets at that opening line.
“That’s Rang’s handwriting.”
Nephthys murmured and turned the page.
The professors’ expressions shifted moment by moment—surprise, shock, confusion, and finally, barely contained rage.
“Right. No need to see more.”
Nephthys spoke calmly and handed the diary back to Kamibarez.
When Kamibarez clutched the diary to her chest once more, Nephthys smiled softly and gently stroked her hair.
“You’re safe now.”
Despite her vigilance, Kamibarez felt her heart ease at those words as if by magic.
“Leave the rest to us.”
Perhaps it was that single assurance that did it.
The moment Kamibarez’s grip on tension loosened, her eyes lost focus and slowly closed.
Nephthys sighed as if tired, then slowly rose to her feet.
“Ah, really~”
Her voice, which had been soft and gentle, turned glacial.
[I want to tear them all to pieces.]
Thunder crashed and roared.
The bright daylight around them was suddenly swallowed by absolute darkness, and black lightning crackled relentlessly across the sky.
The mourners trembled at the surge of power. The weather had changed in an instant.
Nephthys turned.
“Silaji, I’m trusting you with this girl’s treatment.”
“Yes.”
“And.”
Nephthys turned back as she spoke.
“Come with me……”
Snap! Crack! Crack!
Before she could finish, Aaron, Bahil, and Hong Peng raised their hands with lethal intent.
Some of the other Necromancers and mourners raised their hands as well, but they quietly lowered them at the overwhelming presence of the three.
“Good.”
She nodded and snapped her fingers. A shimmer appeared in the empty air as Jane materialized and bowed her head.
“Get ready, Jane.”
“Yes.”
As Jane invoked Dark Magic, she, Aaron, Bahil, and Hong Peng were engulfed in shadow and transformed into small cube-shaped forms. The cubes vanished into Nephthys’s palm.
Nephthys placed the cubes into her robe and extended her hand toward the empty air.
Tick! Tick! Tick!
A golden clock-face magic circle unfurled in the empty air, then transformed into an enormous gate.
“Shall we?”
The Witch of Death took a step forward.

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Five minutes later.
Clang!
Francesca’s blade met resistance with a sharp, ringing sound.
Simon’s eyes widened. An alien golden magic circle had materialized in front of him.
‘Could it be…?’
[So quickly!]
Francesca’s gaze shifted.
A golden portal was opening in the empty air.
And stepping through it was a girl with silver hair streaming behind her.
“It’s been a while.”
Nephthys smiled crookedly.
“Saint of Purification.”

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