Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 165

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 165
Simon and Lette rose from their places.
After kneeling for several hours, Simon couldn’t even stand in one motion. When his legs went numb and he wobbled, Lette clicked her tongue with a look of disdain.
“Goodness—what’s wrong with you men? Can’t you stand up properly?”
……As expected of a Priest, every word she spoke carried that conservative edge. Still, being in the position of a student, Simon maintained his smile without voicing complaint.
“The first subject you’ll learn is ‘Blessing Studies’—the core of priesthood. It’s white magic that strengthens both oneself and others through divine grace.”
Lette placed her hands on her hips and explained in a clear, ringing voice.
“And the blessing we’ll practice is Strength. It’s the most fundamental blessing for enhancing physical power. Let’s begin with this.”
Lette drew out the Blessing Studies Textbook and opened to the page with the magic circle for Strength drawn on it. Then, explaining the sacred formulas one by one until Simon understood, she closed the book and made him repeat drawing the circle on the ground with a twig until he could replicate it exactly. Only then did she tell him to try creating the magic circle with Sacred Power.
Simon absorbed all the information like a sponge, then attempted it.
‘I can do anything.’
Hum!
Summoning Sacred Power from his fingertips was simple now. Next, he tried drawing the magic circle’s structure in his mind using that Sacred Power.
‘Oh.’
The Sacred Power wavering in Simon’s palm reminded him of a well-behaved, obedient child.
Unlike the Dark Element, which took years to progress from simple release to form manipulation, Sacred Power moved exactly as Simon willed it.
Of course, it merely moved well—actually constructing a magic circle from it was another matter entirely.
He could manage drawing the circle’s outline somehow, but completing the sacred script and the intricate details inside proved quite difficult.
“Phew.”
The twentieth attempt.
This time too—he drew the circle, then failed at the formula.
“It’s a lack of faith. Faith, that is.”
Beside him, Lette kept offering commentary. By now, she was sprawled in the grass, scribbling intently on something in her textbook.
“What’s that?”
“Homework for the break.”
……
Lette’s expression turned blunt.
“What, you disapprove?”
“No. Keep going.”
Simon was a student too and understood well enough how grueling holiday assignments could be. He left her to it and drew his concentration back up.
‘Lette’s approach is the standard Priest method. I’ll go my own way.’
As Simon saw it, the greatest problem facing him now was ‘habit.’ When drawing magic circles with the Dark Element, his ingrained patterns kept unconsciously influencing how he worked with Sacred Power.
The Dark Element possessed a ‘remembering nature.’ In simple black magic, he’d reached a point where merely recalling the name and main rune-word would cause the formula to complete itself automatically.
But Sacred Power had no such thing. The moment he let his conscious attention slip even slightly as he worked through a magic circle, it would unravel.
‘So then.’
Simon clenched his teeth.
‘I’ll manifest the entire image at once.’
Sacred Power was freely controllable and closely linked to the human mind—unlike the Dark Element, it didn’t require meticulous, step-by-step construction.
‘The completed magic circle from my mind.’
Summoning his maximum concentration, Simon held the finished magic circle in his thoughts, then lowered his gaze to his left hand.
‘Pull it outward!’
Hum!
The Sacred Power that had been kneading in his palm unfolds like broad bread dough. Within it, the sacred scripts Lette had taught him embed themselves one by one.
‘Not enough!’
Simon bit his lip.
‘Imagination and focus alone have their limits! Cover the rest with insight!’
Mana or the Dark Element or Sacred Power.
Mage or Necromancer or Priest.
What difference was there, really?
All stemmed from one source, so the ultimate truth reached must be the same.
The characters on the magic circle moved forward slowly. Simon mobilized every scrap of knowledge he’d learned at Kizen.
He carved paths in characters to allow the Sacred Power to flow, created air holes to open it to breath. Where resistance arose, he twisted the paths to compensate.
There was no need to overthink it. Simply allow the Sacred Power to flow through every part of the magic circle.
Simon fit the magic circle together like solving a puzzle, and finally.
Hum-hum-hum-hum!
The magic circle was complete. Lette, who had been sprawled on the grass doing her holiday assignment, suddenly went wide-eyed like a startled rabbit, staring at Simon.
‘Who in the world is this person!’
He had actually completed a magic circle.
On the very first day of learning white magic!
Her body trembled slightly.
“I’ll test whether it works.”
Simon spoke carefully, placing his palm over the sacred magic circle.
“……!”
He felt the magic circle being drawn into his body, and at the same time, an unknowable energy welled up inside him. Simultaneously, crimson and white tails began to coil around his form.
‘Power overflowing!’
Simon approached a nearby tree and threw a punch without using Internal Dark Element Manipulation.
Thud!
As leaves scattered downward, Simon clenched his fist tightly.
He could definitely feel his physical strength increasing.
“I did it, Lette! I used the blessing correctly, didn’t I?”
“…….”
Lette, who had been wearing a blank expression, suddenly turned away. Then she began scratching the ground with her fingertips.
‘How is this possible? It took me a week, and he accomplishes it in a single day? And a man who doesn’t even believe in the Goddess?’
The faith she had painstakingly built up felt as though it was being shaken from its very foundation.
After nearly ten minutes of silence from Lette, who should have said something, Simon spoke carefully.
“What are you thinking about?”
“……I’m thinking I’d like to beat you senseless.”
“How sudden.”
Simon laughed quietly.
“What will you teach me next?”
Lette gazed at Simon intently.
A necromancer wielding Sacred Power.
No matter that Anna had asked her, no matter that she needed a cooperator—wasn’t she actually committing madness right now?
Could teaching this man sacred magic eventually become a grave threat to Efnel itself?
When he came of age and they met on a battlefield someday, would she regret what she was doing today?
“Why do you look like that, Lette?”
“…….”
She drew a long breath and slowly rose to her feet.
No matter how many times she considered it, the conclusion remained the same.
It would be foolish to attempt to read the Goddess’s will through her own narrow human perspective, she who was merely mortal and finite.
“Sacred Power is the strength of one blessed and acknowledged by the divine.”
Her eyes grew firm with conviction.
“Surely the Goddess must have had a reason for granting you this sacred gift.”
She could not allow herself to fall into the error of misinterpreting the Goddess’s will based on her judgment alone. Wasn’t that the very teaching she received repeatedly at Efnel?
“I ask only this one thing of you.”
She spoke with intensity in her eyes.
“Whether you believe in the Goddess or not, whether you and I end up fighting later or not—promise me you will never exceed the bounds of propriety when wielding sacred magic.”
“Yes, I promise.”
Lette sighed, and her expression cooled as she nodded.
“Then, shall we proceed to the next lesson?”

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Simon learned the fundamental yet essential sacred magics from Lette.
Strength from Blessing Studies, Holy Arrow from Sacred Mechanics, and Healing from Healing Studies.
Since he had only just begun learning them, he was not yet at the level to use them in actual combat—he needed far more practice.
And one more thing: now Simon could handle both Sacred Power and the Dark Element, but using both forces simultaneously was entirely uncharted territory.
For example, if he maintained Internal Dark Element Manipulation while wrapping Strength around his body, the two forces would collide and one would inevitably dissipate.
To fight using simultaneous dual power—a Double Core technique—he would need separate, dedicated practice for that.
For now, Simon focused purely on mastering sacred magic. On the first day, Lette conducted theory-heavy lessons; from the second day onward, she guided him through repetitive practice to improve stability.
‘This is fun.’
Simon was practicing to increase stability, running while maintaining Strength on his body.
Once a blessing was cast, the work wasn’t finished. He had to continuously exert himself to maintain the blessing and manage the Sacred Power so it wouldn’t fade.
‘Learning something new is thrilling!’
Simon broke into a broad grin and suddenly increased his running speed dramatically. Lette, who had been running beside him, cried out in frustration.
“What are you doing? Why are you suddenly running wild like that!”
“I just felt like running!”
“Do as you’re instructed! Honestly!”
The cool wind rushed past him, and even his sweat was carried away. Simon never once let the blessing fade.
After the lesson ended and he returned home, a new task awaited him.
“Simon, go to Betant Village.”
“Yes!”
A patrol mission through villages under Resthil Territory’s jurisdiction. Nestled deep in the treacherous mountain range, Resthil had no major cities.
Dozens of small villages were scattered across the peaks, and patrolling them was Simon’s duty as the heir to Resthil.
“Father.”
“What is it, Simon?”
“If I complete this assignment without incident, would you teach me Dark Magic?”
Richard, who had been cleaning the floor, opened his eyes wide. Lette, sprawled exhausted across the sofa, stared at Simon as if he’d lost his mind.
“But you haven’t practiced Holy Magic until now.”
“I can’t neglect the Dark Magic branch either.”
During this break, Simon wasn’t about to waste a single moment. Over the next two months, he intended to push both his Dark Magic and Holy Magic to their limits.
“Ha! Once you’re back in Kizen, you’ll learn it whether you like it or not—worked half to death. Why rush so?”
“It’s magic I can’t learn immediately when I return to Kizen.”
“What do you want to learn?”
Simon took a light breath before answering.
“Corpse Explosion.”
Kahahaha!
At those words, Richard burst into wild, ringing laughter.
Simon jumped. He’d never seen Richard laugh with his mouth open like that before.
“That’s advanced Dark Magic you don’t even learn until second year.”
Simon caught the electric gleam in Richard’s eyes and was startled, but he kept his composure and spoke.
“Yes, I had a chance to taste it briefly, and I’d like to master it before the feel slips away.”
If this hadn’t been a sudden break, he would have sought out Aaron and pestered him for lessons, but circumstances had changed. And with a formidable Necromancer right in front of him, Simon wasn’t the type to let that pass.
“Teaching isn’t difficult, but expecting this old man to match Kizen faculty level—that’s asking too much. Those people are professionals among professionals. They’re several times better than me at instruction.”
“Just showing me the basics is enough. Please!”
As Simon bowed his head, Richard rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Fine, but there’s a condition.”
He pulled a Bracelet and an Anklet from his subspace and dropped them on the floor.
“These artifacts all have Exhaustion Curses placed on them. If you put them on and patrol all the villages, then I’ll consider it.”
“Really?”
“Of course! Ha ha ha!”
Simon quickly sat down and fastened the cursed Bracelet.
Lette, watching him intently, rose with a clearly exhausted expression and headed to the inner room.
Anna lay there, wrapped in Dark Element bandages. Lette dropped beside her, leaned against her, and spoke with a weary look.
“…Anna. The men in this household all seem to be crazy after all.”

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