Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 163

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Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 163
Anna had become the Saint of Purification.
At those words, Simon felt the blood drain from his entire body.
He hadn’t even fully recovered from Francesca’s nightmare, and now his mother had become such a being? The shock left him speechless.
“……But if that were true, Teacher Anna seemed to be in tremendous pain when using the Saint’s power.”
Rette spoke sharply from the seat beside him. Richard nodded calmly and opened his mouth.
“It’s impossible for a human body to accept two types of Saint Essence at once. Anna was originally a Saint of Miracles, and though her essence was removed, its residue still remains in her body. But when the new essence entered, it began to cause a rejection reaction.”
Anna had become the youngest Saint at just eleven years old, possessing both natural talent and high essence compatibility. It was no surprise that the Purification Saint’s Essence, searching for its next vessel, would choose her now that she had become an ordinary person.
In the end, the two essences were causing a rejection reaction within Anna’s body, and she was dying without fully awakening as either Saint.
Simon asked anxiously as he listened to the explanation.
“Then what happens to Mother now?”
“…….”
Richard’s lips trembled slightly. He too was using all his strength to maintain composure in front of the children.
“At this rate, her body won’t hold. Even if we suppress the power this way, three months at most is pushing it.”
Simon’s head dropped at the cruel reality. He couldn’t lose her like this.
“But there is a method.”
At Richard’s words, both their heads snapped up.
“The Essence Removal Surgery that Anna received when she returned to being a normal person. If we do that again, it should work. If we remove the Purification Saint’s essence by any means, the rejection reaction from the residue alone shouldn’t be too severe.”
Simon shot to his feet.
“Who can perform that?”
“The noble who performed the surgery on Anna at first has already passed, but I witnessed that operation from beginning to end with my own eyes. Even now, I remember it with 100% certainty in my mind.”
Richard tapped his forehead as he continued.
“The surgery is possible. But we need materials that can’t be found in the Dark Alliance.”
“Are they in the Sacred Federation?”
“Yes. The Tree of Life, a sacred treasure of the Federation.”
Richard’s eyes shifted slightly toward Rette.
“The white leaf that only blooms on that tree. That’s what we need.”
Thump!
Rette bolted from her seat the moment he finished speaking. Richard watched her departure quietly and let out a soft sigh.
Not long after, Rette rushed back home in haste.
“Two weeks!”
She continued, breathing heavily.
“The Broker revised the schedule. In two weeks, we can cross over into the Sacred Federation. I’ll go get the materials.”
Richard shook his head.
“No, this is our family’s matter. I can’t ask for your help any further…….”
“You told me to listen anyway. Why back out now?”
Rette walked briskly into the inner chamber. There, she gazed quietly at Anna, who lay wrapped in Jet Black Bandages and breathing precariously.
“…….”
Her eyes held steely resolve.
“No matter what you say, I don’t care. I’m going for Teacher’s sake alone.”
“I’m coming too, Rette.”
Simon stood up abruptly as he spoke.
Rette gave him an exasperated look. “What?”
“Are you out of your mind? A Necromancer going to the Sacred Federation?”
“And you’re here in the Dark Alliance right now. What’s to stop you going the other way?”
Simon’s fists clenched as he spoke.
“Mother’s life is at stake. I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”
Rette crossed her arms.
“Your filial piety is admirable, but do you know what the Federation is like right now? With the Death Witch Incident, the highest level of alert is in effect, and heretics within the Federation are burning villages and killing people. Because of the heretics, Heretic Inquisitors with blazing eyes are everywhere in the Federation. If they catch you, a Necromancer faces summary execution. I’d be hanged alongside you, Efnel or not.”
She pointed sharply at Simon with her fingertip.
“How will you prove to a Heretic Inquisitor that you’re not a Necromancer?”
Richard nodded as well.
“He’s right. That sentiment does you credit, but the Sacred Federation’s situation is dire. Security there is far stricter than here, I’m told.”
“I’m confident I won’t be discovered.”
Simon spread his palm open.
“I should have mentioned this sooner.”
“?”
And at the power that Simon then summoned in his palm, both Rette and Richard gasped and stepped back.
The white light that bloomed in Simon’s left hand was unmistakably that.
“I can actually use Sacred Flame.”
The house turned upside down.

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Rette contacted Broker again through the communication crystal, asking if he could procure a false identity for a male in his teens or early twenties.
She had resolved to go alone if he said no, but Broker mentioned he happened to have exactly one apprentice priest credential left for a teenage boy. An apprentice priest meant a novice who had only just opened to sacred power.
And the most decisive factor was what Anna said.
When Anna regained consciousness for a moment, Simon confessed to her that he could wield sacred power and told her he would go to the Sacred Federation.
Anna worried and hesitated at the fact that Simon was going to the Sacred Federation, but she was delighted that he could use sacred power.
“Because half of Simon is your mother. I’d be happy if Simon showed some interest in the place where your mother was born and lived.”
After much deliberation, Rette had no choice but to permit Simon to accompany her.
‘I’m sorry, Goddess.’
No matter how much it was for rescuing her benefactor, bringing an impure being into sacred ground was unthinkable.
When she returned to Ephnel, three additional months of fasting awaited her.
Simon, meanwhile, agreed to take lessons from Rette for two weeks in order to perform as an apprentice priest under his false identity.
The two climbed a low hill behind the Burned House where Simon often went. It was sparsely populated and spacious enough—perfect for conducting lessons.
‘Mm.’
Rette paused mid-stride, a faint wonder crossing her face at the natural landscape around them.
Lush green fields spread before them, dotted with wildflowers in vibrant hues, while a gentle breeze carried the sweetness of their fragrance.
She had been taught that all lands of the Dark Alliance were cursed, unable to support even a single blade of grass, reeking with terrible stench—yet this sight was somewhat different from what Ephnel had described.
Even in the Sacred Federation, there were few places that preserved natural beauty so exquisitely.
“Do your best with me.”
Simon spoke with a smile. Rette glared at him with displeasure for a moment, then let out a heavy sigh.
Teaching white magic to a necromancer—how had it come to this?
“Very well. Let’s begin.”
Rette knelt respectfully before Simon’s feet.
‘?’
Bewildered, Simon stood there vacantly until she crumpled her expression and lowered her hands sharply.
“What, are you just going to gawk? Kneel down yourself, will you!”
At her words, Simon awkwardly dropped to his knees as well. She brushed back her hair with an irritated gesture.
“I’m not about to explain every little thing one by one—that’s a pain. In all our lessons together, we do it this way. Reverent posture gives rise to a reverent heart.”
“Is reverent heart connected to summoning sacred power?”
“Of course! Sacred power flows from faith in the Goddess. No more unnecessary talk. Let’s begin. The mutual greeting.”
She knelt, her hands folded humbly above her navel, and bowed her head with deference.
Though she was often boisterous and reckless, her posture now radiated a quiet dignity and grace.
Simon was mildly surprised internally, and instinctively mirrored her movements.
Rette then recited a prayer. Simon folded his hands as she did and listened silently to the words.
Thus the ritual preceding the lesson was complete. She opened her eyes with a satisfied expression.
“Do you now have a reverent heart before the great Goddess?”
“Not at all.”
His legs were merely beginning to cramp. As Simon fidgeted uncomfortably, she shrieked loudly.
“Don’t move! Or I’ll crack your skull before you can blink! In Ephnel, if you twitch so much as a toe during prayer, they’ll slam a boulder onto your knees. Never move. Is that clear?”
“Yes, I understand.”
This was genuinely difficult.
Raised in the Dark Alliance, Simon found it all to be incomprehensible ritual and ceremony, but since it was their culture, he decided to respect it.
“Good.”
She folded her arms.
“Show me the sacred power you used before.”
Simon nodded and opened his left palm. Then he focused intently, drawing all his concentration forth.
‘Come forth, come forth, come forth.’
But perhaps because Rette was watching directly in front of him, the tension gripped him. The sacred power would not manifest.
“Well, it’s only natural it won’t work.”
She let out a scornful laugh.
“I still can’t control sacred power the way I want. What’s the problem?”
“Faith.”
She answered immediately.
“Only faith in the great Goddess is the source through which sacred power awakens.”
“But I manifested sacred power before without faith in the Goddess, didn’t I?”
“Ah! That must have been pure luck! And look—it’s not working now!”
She shrieked and thrust out her index finger sharply.
“From now on, don’t rely on luck. Follow the way of Ephnel. It is method, foundation, and truth.”
Rette pulled a Scripture from her backpack and launched into a lengthy explanation about how faith in the Goddess was the first priority.
In the primordial chaos, there existed a great Goddess. She created light and darkness, she shaped the continent, and upon it she made the beasts that would dwell there. Finally, she created mankind.
Humanity flourished. But those who did not hold faith in the Goddess were visited with terrible punishment, while only those who believed in her found salvation.
That sort of narrative, essentially.
After more than two hours of kneeling and reciting the opening passages of the Scripture, Rette looked at Simon with a wry smile.
“Have you come to feel the Goddess’s greatness in the depths of your heart now?”
“…….”
Not at all.
He felt nothing whatsoever.
No matter how many verses from that Scripture were recited, they rang hollow to him. They sounded less like expressions of grandeur than like myths and legends—interesting as narrative, but nothing more.
When Simon tried to recall what he felt about the Goddess, only one thing came to mind.
—The great Goddess commanded it to be so.
The reason Francesca had carried out the terror attack on Kizen.
It stirred only a strange hostility in him.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t feel that emotion at all.”
“Hah.”
Rette pressed her forehead with the heel of her hand and let out a sigh deep enough to crack the earth beneath her.
What am I doing right now? Reading scripture to a deaf ear, essentially.
The image of herself—sitting a Necromancer down and reciting scripture to him—felt utterly pathetic.
“Take note of this.”
She spoke in a voice sharp enough to cut through stone.
“If I don’t see results up to my standard within two weeks, I’m going to the Sacred Federation on my own. I have no intention of suffering for your sake, even if it kills me.”
“I understand.”
Simon gazed down at his own palm, his thoughts settling into stillness.
“……Sacred Flame comes from faith in the Goddess.”
“That is correct.”
“Faith.”
Now that he thought about it, wielding the Dark Element had always required ‘will’.
Perhaps faith and will differed only by a hairsbreadth.
Simon gathered every fiber of his concentration.
Faith.
‘I will.’
Not faith in the Goddess.
‘I will save my mother. I will summon the Sacred Flame. I will go to the Sacred Federation. And I will—’
Absolute faith in myself.
‘I can do anything!’
Whoooosh!
Rette let out a startled cry. Her carefully maintained posture broke, and she fell backward, legs giving way beneath her.
In Simon’s left hand, a massive, brilliant Sacred Flame blazed to life.
“There. That settles it.”
Simon smirked as he spoke.
Unique across the entire continent.
A Necromancer wielding Sacred Flame had been born.

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