Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 183

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 183
The more Simon read through the classified documents, the more his breath caught in his throat.
The Blood Heaven Cult’s objective was neither slavery nor the securing of living sacrifices.
Their ultimate goal was war between the Sacred Federation and the Dark Alliance.
‘I thought they were mindless heretic fanatics with no real purpose, but they had a scheme like this all along.’
It struck him as ingenious.
The atmosphere between the two factions right now was hair-trigger tense. The feeling was that war hadn’t ignited yet only because they lacked a puzzle piece or two to justify it completely.
But if the Blood Heaven Cult’s train abduction becomes public here, and news spreads throughout the Federation that necromancers from Kizen and the Dark Alliance were behind it?
Hostility toward necromancers and war sentiment would boil over to a fever pitch, and at that point even the Pope himself couldn’t stop the war.
“This could… actually start a real war.”
Metin, who had been reading the documents alongside him, seemed to share the thought—he let out a long, troubled breath.
“According to the documents, the Blood Heaven Cult deliberately leaked information to the Heresy Inquisition’s director, getting him to raid their headquarters. The Inquisition director is one of the most extreme war hawks. He’ll stop at nothing to exploit this incident and trigger a war. It’s like handing a tiger wings.”
“Is he really that extreme?”
“Yes.”
Rette, the Heresy Inquisition director and boss of all heresy inquisitors, was notorious in both the Sacred Federation and the Dark Alliance.
In his youth, he’d hanged countless necromancers on Red Crosses—a merciless war monger. Now, as director, he was a radical who burned hundreds of Federation citizens to death each year through witch hunts.
Simon rested his chin on his hand as he listened to the explanation.
“Hypothetically speaking, if we submitted these documents as evidence to this Rette person…”
Metin shook his head.
“Truth doesn’t matter to the director. He’d burn the documents on the spot, and killing us to silence our mouths wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest.”
“…Hmm.”
If Metin was right, persuasion seemed impossible.
As Simon wrestled with the problem, Metin set down the documents and sighed heavily.
“To be honest, I used to think a certain degree of war was necessary.”
Metin studied Simon intently.
“But after seeing that ‘miracle’ you performed, my thinking changed. I keep wondering if I’ve been trapped in too narrow a worldview.”
Simon’s shoulders twitched, and he quickly forced out a laugh while making the sign of the cross.
“I’m not sure what you mean, Priest! Haha!”
At Simon’s reaction, Metin chuckled softly. He certainly guards his identity well.
Simon’s expression turned serious again.
“Then what if we leak this evidence to the press before the Heresy Inquisition director raids the scene?”
Metin nodded in agreement.
“Yes, I think that’s our best option too.”
In the end, it was a race against time.
If anger and hatred toward necromancers spread after Rette’s manipulation, and then they tried to claim after the fact that it was all a Blood Heaven Cult conspiracy, it would be too late.
The truth would likely be buried under the war narrative or dismissed as some petty conspiracy theory.
But if they wrote about the Blood Heaven Cult first, cementing in people’s minds that the cult was trying to pit the Sacred Federation against the Dark Alliance, then even if Rette pushed anti-necromancer propaganda afterward, the impact would be blunted.
A spirit of defiance—refusing to play into the Blood Heaven Cult’s scheme—could even take root among the populace.
However, there was one risk in this plan: the Sacred Federation’s media was controlled by Ephnel. Any article had to be approved by Ephnel before publication, which took time.
In that window, there was also the danger that Rette might intervene and have the article rejected.
“Got it!”
Just then, Rette threw both arms up with a shout. Bright light poured from the Holy Magic Circle she’d been working on, and the train car lurched into motion.
“You can operate it?”
“Of course I can! It’ll be a little slow, but even reverse is possible. But what about the investigation—did you reach a conclusion?”
Simon relayed everything they’d discovered to Rette. As she listened, her expression grew grave as well.
“So this whole incident was orchestrated by the Blood Heaven Cult to provoke war between the two factions, and the official coming to clean up this mess is an extreme war hawk—the Heresy Inquisition director? Is that right?”
“Exactly.”
“…”
She sank into thoughtful silence.
“I agree with using the media. But I think it would be better to hand this material over to someone with real influence rather than trying to submit it to the press ourselves, powerless as we are.”
“…Someone with influence?”
“Yes. I’ll contact an acquaintance of mine. Someone who can sway both Ephnel and the media, and who wants war less than anyone. Would that work?”
Rette pulled out a Communication Crystal and began to operate it.
Static crackled.
When the connection went through a moment later, Rette spoke with utmost formality.
“Gratula mi Kibili. It is Rette Shardena.”
Simon was taken aback.
That was the greeting one used when addressing a high-ranking Priest.

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“All right, I understand.”
Click.
The man who set down the Communication Crystal let out a thin laugh.
A room without a single light fixture. Curtains hung at the window, plunging the office into near-total darkness.
The man sitting in the massive chair was armed in full plate armor even indoors, weapons hanging from various points on his body. His right eye showed only the white; his short black hair and the set of his jaw conveyed obstinacy and unyielding resolve.
“The time has come.”
One of his attendants, standing nearby, picked up the thread.
“Is it true that the Blood Heaven Cult kidnapped the train?”
“It is.”
The man twisted his lips into a smile. He was the one known throughout the world as having slain more Necromancers than any other—Rette, Chief of the Heresy Inquisition.
“The hour of reckoning draws near.”
The Blood Heaven Cult had planned to use the Heresy Inquisition to start a war. The scheme was simple: they would all go into hiding, then summon the Heresy Inquisitors to gather evidence in their stead.
But before the Blood Heaven Cult could leak so much as a whisper to the Inquisition, Rette had already learned everything through his own intelligence networks.
In the end, all circumstances were unfolding in the palm of Rette’s hand.
“Arrogant fools.”
He bared his teeth.
“They thought they were using us, but we use them. Tomorrow at dawn, I’ll strike the Blood Heaven Cult and wipe them out completely. Then I’ll inform all media outlets that the Dark Alliance stands behind the Blood Heaven Cult. Once the atmosphere is ripe, I myself will ascend to Ephnel and seek an audience with the Pope.”
“Yes, sir! I shall prepare everything flawlessly!”
Rette flicked his fingers, and the curtain drew back, letting light pour in through the window.
A low groan escaped.
As the darkness lifted, the sight of blood-soaked figures hanging from a Red Cross became visible.
Large nails had been driven through their bodies; their fingernails and tongues had been torn out; marks from white-hot iron searing flesh were visible across their skin. Their eyes held no spark of life, no trace of will to survive.
“Number 5415. The prisoner has confessed.”
“Well done.”
Rette flicked his fingers again, and the Heresy Inquisitors dragged the blood-drenched prisoners out of the office.
Now they would be taken to the Sacred Trial, where they would confess their sins, face execution, and finally find freedom from their torment. Behind them, a long trail of blood marked their passage.
“At last.”
Rette rose to his feet. His frame, more than three meters tall, rose majestically.
“The age of war is upon us.”
He touched his right eye, now showing only white.
The wound Nephthys had inflicted. The thought that he would soon be able to tear that woman to pieces with his own hands made it impossible not to feel elated.
Whoooosh!
Behind him, a violent surge of Sacred Flame erupted. The standing Heresy Inquisitors flinched and stepped back.
‘So this is the legend…!’
Rette’s Sacred Flame revealed its true power in war against heretics.
Limited only to the duration of active conflict, Rette’s Sacred Flame granted him infinity. He could cross hundreds, thousands of battlefields and never tire. Drawing endlessly on his Sacred power, he would rise and resurrect without end, striking down countless Necromancers. Victory, always and forever, belonged to the one still standing at the end.
“By next year, I will have slain every evil being remaining on this continent!”
Sacred Flame is the will of the Goddess.
The will of the Goddess is war.
“Prepare for executions! Hew the crosses! Paint them red!”
His mouth split into a grin.
“This year, the carpenters will have their hands full.”

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Night had fallen.
Rette had managed to learn how to manipulate the Magic Circle and reverse the train, but it came to a halt not long after.
The problem was fuel shortage. During the fierce battle, the pipe that fed fuel to the train’s engine had been damaged.
Metin had no choice but to select several sturdy men from among the passengers and manually refuel the tank with them. Since all the crew members who knew the procedures had been killed, there was considerable trial and error involved.
As the fuel was being replenished, darkness fell and night arrived.
They had to remain aboard the stalled train until it was fully refueled. The passengers trembled in dread, not knowing when the Blood Heaven Cult might resume their assault.
Rette selected those among the passengers who were Priests and Clerics capable of fighting, organized them into a makeshift militia, and distributed the remaining provisions from the cargo hold to fill the passengers’ empty bellies.
There were still no signs of attack. Simon, Rette, and Ellen sat in an empty compartment with its wall section blown open, keeping watch outside while eating a late supper.
Crunch, crunch.
Rette actually had quite the appetite. Having methodically finished a plate of steak, she tore open the lunch box beside her and opened her mouth.
“I spoke with that person in the restroom again, and they said they’d come here directly.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“Wait, really? They’re coming here?”
“I was surprised too. Usually they’re so busy and so reluctant to move, but they said the situation seems serious enough that they’ll come right away.”
Even Rette, speaking those words, sounded genuinely taken aback.
“How are they even getting here?”
“You’re recklessly deploying exorbitant Teleport Magic Circles to summon them. They say they want to see the situation firsthand with their own eyes. So after I dispatch the Train, I’ll need to lay down a Teleport Magic Circle near the Blood Heaven Cult’s headquarters.”
Ellen, who had been absorbed in her meal, lifted her head in alarm.
“That’s far too dangerous! We don’t even know how many of those terrible heretics are out there!”
“It can’t be helped. Since I summoned them, I have to take responsibility.”
“I’m coming with you.”
At Simon’s words, Rette nodded.
“You will? Then once we finish this matter, we’ll move directly to the Tree of Life. It’s not far from here.”
As they continued exchanging one topic after another, Simon excused himself, saying he needed to use the restroom.
Ellen, as if she’d been waiting for precisely this moment, leaned forward with her eyes alight.
“Rette, Rette! So what’s the deal between you two? You’re perfectly in sync!”
“Shut it. Want me to smash your jaw up to your nose?”
“Eek, you’re so cold to me, Rette!”
Rette lounged back against the seat back and replied flatly.
“There’s nothing between us.”
If anything, that answer only fueled Ellen’s fire. She rattled on like a machine gun.
“Come on, nothing? But bringing a Necromancer like Simon all the way here means you’d have to stake your life on it too! Realistically, would anyone risk their life for a complete stranger?”
Rette’s eyes widened as she set the record straight, each word deliberate.
“This is a matter where the life of my benefactor hangs in the balance, and their son has simply come as a collaborator.”
Even as she spoke, Rette caught herself wondering why she was making excuses like this, and let out a deep sigh.
“It’s transparent. Dead transparent. I know what you’re trying to get at, but it’s not the kind of pleasant picture you’re hoping for.”
“Is that so?”
Ellen laughed, snickering.
“Then can I confess to Simon today?”

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