Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 157

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 157
Thud! Crack! Squelch!
The demon’s hand erupting from the magic circle crushed and mangled Francesca. Nephthys’s face remained blank as she flexed her fist, then slowly opened her palm.
The demon’s hand mirrored her motion, opening wide. What had once been Francesca—now a shapeless mass of meat—fell to the ground with a wet splat.
“Stop your whining and get up.”
Nephthys spoke coldly.
Whoosh!
Pure white flames erupted from the mangled remains. The grotesquely pulped flesh rapidly reformed into Francesca’s familiar shape.
Regeneration that bordered on true resurrection—a miracle defying nature itself. She gasped for breath, her face drained of color, arms wrapped protectively around her chest.
[Nnngh—!]
The White Flame’s true power lay in its self-restoration. No matter what damage it sustained, it regenerated infinitely alongside the white fire. Even if her brain and body were pulped beyond the point of independent thought, the white flames would reconstruct her to her original form.
[I’ll kill you—!]
Clang!
A black line shot from behind, slashing across her neck. Then Nephthys swept her fingertips like a conductor, and black lines erupted from all directions, slicing her body into dozens of segments as though carving pie.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?”
Nephthys spoke. Her voice was clear and bright, belonging to a young girl—but her words were anything but innocent.
“I imagine Rando felt the same way.”
Thunk. Thud.
Chunks of flesh fell to the ground. White flames rose, and the pieces reformed once more into Francesca.
[Damn it all!]
The instant she regenerated, Francesca launched skyward, unleashing torrents of White Flame. Nephthys raised her arms to shield her head, and the black lines materialized like a barrier, blocking the white fire.
[Haha! Just you wait, Nephthys! Next time, I’ll definitely—!]
Clang!
Her back slammed into something massive above her. A colossal coffin had unfurled overhead.

At Nephthys’s gesture, the coffin compressed with a grinding sound, molding itself tightly around Francesca’s body.
Stakes appeared from all directions, piercing the coffin in succession. Blood gushed from the punctures.
Whoooosh!
[Aaahhh!]
Francesca emerged, torching the coffin with white flames, her face twisted in terrible agony.
[Nephthys—!]
The assault continued without mercy. Nephthys toyed with Francesca using overwhelming, transcendent firepower.
Francesca was fried by flowing Sulfuric Flame, had her cells rot one by one from Curse magic, and was shredded to ribbons by blade-like Blood Flow Magic.
The Saint’s white flames, regardless of her own will, continued resurrecting her. When Francesca could endure no more damage, she activated the magic circle inscribed on her skin.

Once she erected a Holy Barrier, even she could not escape beyond it. So she had arranged spatial-displacement white magic as insurance to slip away if necessary.
Whooooom!
Her body twisted and warped, vanishing through a vacuum rupture torn open in the air.

* * *
Flash!
Blinding light filled her vision as her eyes snapped open.
She was on Sky Island, where Ephnel’s headquarters stood.
People in white robes whispered and stirred at the sudden appearance of Francesca.
Drenched in sweat and filth, she lifted her head, breathing heavily. The white marble buildings of Ephnel rose before her.
‘I’m back……!’
Only then could she finally let relief wash over her.
She was alive.
It was finally over.
Her strength gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor.
“Francesca!”
An elderly Priest came rushing over, breathless.
“You—you are Francesca, aren’t you? Without a word of warning, what brings you to Ephnel……?”
[Contact the Pope immediately!]
She shouted urgently.
[The Witch of Death is coming! Hurry!]
“Y-yes?”
Just then, a female Priest approached the elderly one’s side. Her finger pointed toward Francesca.
“Francesca, but what is that around your neck……?”
[What?]
Her gaze dropped to her neck.
Without realizing it, a golden collar had wrapped itself around her throat.
[Ah, ah… ahhhhhhh…!]
Terror bloomed in her eyes.
Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick!
The sound of a clock’s hands clawed at her ears, and the people around her froze in place.
The dimensional rift she had just escaped from tore open again. From that abyssal darkness, two chilling blue eyes gleamed.
[No… no no no! Stop! Please, I beg you, stop now! This is enough, you wretched demon, please stoooop!]
The great Saint of Purification had abandoned all dignity, begging mercy from the incarnation of evil itself—her mind already ground to powder.
A golden chain now hung from the collar, connected to the abyss. A small, pale hand emerged from the darkness, grasping the chain.
“Come here.”
Whoosh!
Nephthys pulled the chain. Francesca’s body was dragged through space and hurled onto the cold floor of the Kizen Command Control Room.
Thud!
Nephthys stamped down on Francesca’s head.
“You were preparing such a trap? Just wasted more time.”
Nephthys smiled—a smile thick with malice.
Francesca had been caught in a temporal snare without realizing it, and the future in which she’d used Parapurigis had been overwritten into a future in which she hadn’t.
“So then, shall we continue where we left off?”
A black line coiled around Francesca’s neck.
[No, nooooooo!]
Her body was wrung like a soaking rag.
She died.
She died again and again.
In countless ways, her death came in dazzling variety.
Even if White Flame revived her, her spirit would no longer endure.
‘I have to escape somehow!’
Crunch, crunch!
She continued to watch for openings. But as her living body was being slowly chewed by the summoned beast, she abandoned her flesh and ascended as a spirit body.
‘Done!’
She could see the beast still gnawing at her corpse. Nephthys remained fixed on Francesca, waiting for her to resurrect in White Flame.
The second ability of the Saint of Purification.
Movement as a spirit body that transcended the physical form.
Her transparent form shot swiftly out of the Command Control Room cavern and ascended into the high sky.
‘Don’t think this is the end, Nephthys!’
She would never forget this humiliation.
She would find a new body, and next time she would be certain to bring Kizen to ruin.
Next time, she would definitely…!
‘!’
Her movement stopped. Without knowing when, Francesca had been trapped inside a transparent cage.
‘What… what is this?’
She shook the bars frantically, but could not break free.
She had never heard of such a thing. In a state of spirit body that transcended the physical form, how could her movement be constrained?
“You want to know something?”
Francesca spun around in shock. Nephthys had materialized beside the cage.
“That form you’re in now—what your Priests call the Divine Sacrament—its principle is actually quite similar to Kizen’s Spirit Form.”
[What… what are you saying?]
“Of course, possessing another’s body like you do is beyond our reach, but moving as a spirit body like this is hardly difficult. And naturally, we also possess the means to neutralize and destroy this technique.”
Nephthys stepped back from the cage and swept her hand through the air.
“I was waiting for the moment you ascended into the sky in your spirit form. Now I can truly kill you for good.”
What appeared in the sky was Death itself, holding a black scythe.
It raised the scythe.
[No, stop!]
Francesca trembled, her eyes drenched in the terror of final understanding.
[Noooooo!]
A bone-chilling sound split the sky.
The Saint fell eternal silence.

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How much time had passed since that day?
Simon, who had lost consciousness and fainted in between, opened his eyes.
“……?”
It was an unfamiliar place, and it smelled unfamiliar.
He was dressed in patient’s clothes, and IV lines were connected to various parts of his body. Simon rubbed his eyes.
“You’re awake?”
A girl’s voice came from beside him. When he turned his head, he saw a black-haired girl sitting in a chair next to the bed, peeling fruit.
“Lorain!”
As Simon jolted upright, she held up her palm as if to calm him.
“Don’t overdo it. You really need complete rest.”
“……Ah.”
“Visiting hours were originally forbidden, but I pushed my way in using my mother’s influence.”
Simon, now sitting up, gazed out the window with a blank expression.
This was the Kizen Hospital Ward.
“Is everyone safe?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry. Your teammates are all fine too.”
Lorain relayed the rest of the story in a gentle voice.
The Saint of Purification had been completely annihilated by Nephthys.
The Sacred Barrier that had blanketed the Kizen Campus Grounds had been lifted, and when Nephthys recovered the Prima Materia, the white monster vanished as well.
Because the students’ response in the early stages of the terror was so effective, there were just over sixty injured, but miraculously, there were no fatalities.
Simon opened his eyes two days after the incident occurred. Kizen was currently running abbreviated classes.
“I feel a bit embarrassed.”
She held out a plate of peeled fruit as she spoke. Simon picked up a fork and tried a yellow fruit he’d never seen before.
It was soft and slightly sweet, dissolving gently on his tongue. It was exactly the kind of fruit patients should eat.
“Embarrassed about what?”
“An unprecedented incident occurred where Efnel’s Saint attacked Kizen, and I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t resist my mother’s persuasion and went to the Sacred Temple instead, and look at me now. I should never have followed along.”
Simon let out a bitter laugh.
“There’s nothing you could have done about not being there.”
“And nothing I can do about the regret either.”
The two of them chuckled and talked together.
“What will happen?”
Simon asked.
“What do you mean?”
“About the continent’s political situation. Will war break out?”
“I’m not sure, but at least the atmosphere at the Kizen headquarters and among the Council of Elders is tense.”
Lorain continued, drawing a fresh fruit from the basket.
“Miraculously there were no student casualties, but Professor Rang passed away and Kizen as a whole was deceived. Some of the elders are in a mood that would stop at nothing short of war. As for the details…….”
Her gaze turned toward the door of the hospital room.
“Why not ask directly?”
Click.
The door opened, and a small girl with silver hair appeared, waving her hand.
“Hi! Hi! You doing well, Simon?”
“Nephthys!”
The moment Nephthys entered the room, she scurried over and hopped onto Simon’s bed. Her target was the plate of fruit that Lorain had peeled.
“Can I eat this?”
“Of course. Please do.”
“……Mom. I peeled that for Simon.”
Ignoring the look in Lorain’s eyes, Nephthys began munching on the fruit she’d speared with her fork.
“Nephthys, if I may ask you something.”
“Sure! Ask away!”
“What happens to the continent now?”
She smiled brightly.
“Hehe, everyone might need to be a bit on edge.”
What did she mean by that?
Was war coming? Or did she mean that because of the ominous atmosphere, a cold war would begin and people would need to stay vigilant?
“Whether war breaks out or not, I don’t know. But what’s certain is that Efnel will pay a price.”
As she said this, Nephthys picked up a piece of fruit with her fork and pushed it toward Simon. Since her arms were short, Simon had to bend his head forward earnestly to reach it.
As Simon took the fruit, he changed his question.
“Then this terror really was Efnel’s declaration of war, wasn’t it?”
“Efnel has already covered their tracks.”
Lorain picked up the thread of conversation.
“Officially, it’s being treated as an unauthorized action by the Saint of Purification, not a directive from Ephnel.”
“Hehe, they’re throwing a fit over there about losing their Divine Messenger, but well, a new Saint of Purification will probably show up again soon enough.”
Simon tilted his head.
“Why is that?”
“When you kill a Saint, something called the ‘Saint Essence’ flows out and drifts through the air! Soon someone in the Sacred Federation with high compatibility for that essence will become the vessel for a new Saint to be born. No matter how many we kill or how many times they’re killed, Saints will keep being born and holding us back. Ah, but that’s not really the important thing.”
She sat up and gently stroked Simon’s forehead.
“Your daily life won’t be shattered by any radical changes anytime soon, so don’t worry.”
It was clear that Nephthys understood precisely what Simon feared.
“That said, gradual changes are inevitable, aren’t they? A bit ahead of schedule, but there will be a break.”
Simon’s eyes widened. Lorain had clearly known already.
“A break?”
“Yes. We’ve moved it up! Buildings have collapsed, many students are injured, and things are uncertain politically, so we’re going to take the break early and start a longer second semester.”
Nephthys’s lips curved upward at the sight of Simon’s stunned expression.
“You should be looking forward to it! It’ll be much more intense than a normal first-year second semester!”
“……Ha, haha, ha.”
If it got any more intense than this, what would happen? Simon was already beginning to worry.
Just then, Lorain asked.
“By the way, Mother. Didn’t you say you were going out today?”
“Oh right. I’d better head out now.”
She finished the fruit and hopped down to the floor.
“Where are you going?”
At Simon’s question, she pulled open the hospital ward door and smiled meaningfully.
“The Sacred Federation.”
“……I’m sorry?”
“Didn’t I tell you? Ephnel will pay the price, whether war breaks out or not.”
With those words, she stepped outside.

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