Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 187

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The Necromancer’s School of Summoning Genius — Episode 187
As the Saint Israphil played her flute, the sky began to undulate.
It moved like water, like waves. The rippling sky gradually began to manifest some vast spectacle.
“Israphil is also called by the epithet ‘Master of the Divine Water Sea.'”
Rette, her hands clasped together, gazed up at the sky with an enraptured expression as she spoke.
“Master of the Divine Water Sea?”
“Yes.”
The sky rippled and began to transform into a vast ocean.
Ripples spread across the water’s surface in all directions.
Fish splashed and leapt about the surface. The Divine Water creatures, with wings instead of fins, possessed forms and colors unlike the fish of the mortal continents. There were large beings that resembled dolphins.
Splash! Splash!
Whoosh.
Everyone gazed upward, transfixed by a sight they could only be seeing for the first time—a sight both avant-garde and overwhelming.
As if gravity had inverted, the ocean hung suspended in the sky, and not a single water droplet fell back down.
It was as though two different worlds were gazing at each other. Had one simply lost oneself in contemplation, it would be impossible to discern which was the true ground beneath.
‘Blast it all!’
Only Ratte, the sole person who knew what was about to unfold, ground his teeth in fury.
‘She means to erase all the evidence completely!’
Israphil’s flute performance reached its crescendo.
A massive shadow materialized in the center of the Divine Water Sea. The fish that had been swimming peacefully scattered and fled in panic. And then—
A tremendous bellow erupted.
A white whale, its size impossible even to fathom, massive as an entire city, surged upward from the Divine Water Sea.
The whale, its white form and scales adorned with countless wings, burst through the water’s surface and rose beyond the sky toward the ground.
“Rette!”
As Simon threw himself forward, the celestial whale descending from the Divine Water Sea swallowed the Blood Heaven Church Headquarters whole.
A deafening crack split the air.
Water and mud sprayed in all directions. The Blood Heaven Church Headquarters building vanished entirely into the whale’s gaping maw, and the creature then turned and ascended back into the sky where the Divine Water Sea dwelt.
“This is ruinous!”
Ratte tore at his own hair, his fury bursting forth.
The whale safely returned to the Divine Water Sea, and when everyone who had been sprawled on the ground lifted their heads, the Blood Heaven Church Headquarters had vanished without a trace.
Bobbing gently.
Soon afterward, bubble-like spheres poured down from the surface of the Divine Water Sea. The residents who had been imprisoned in the headquarters and the experimental subjects who had been suffering were descending, trapped within these bubbles.
Israphil played her flute once more, and the Divine Water Sea slowly closed, returning the sky to its original form.
‘……ha.’
Simon, witnessing this, was left speechless.
So such tremendous power could exist in this world.
“Ah, wait!”
Rette pushed against Simon’s chest with her palm and slipped away. Israphil, who had dispatched the Blood Heaven Church in a single blow, was descending to the ground alongside the water bubbles.
“……Rette.”
“What is it?”
“You said this Saint was our mother’s direct junior, didn’t you? Could our mother have wielded such power in her prime?”
She shook her head, her pure white hair swaying.
“A Saint’s essence changes the nature of power depending on the recipient. Anna’s Miracle Holy Water did pass to Saint Israphil, but I’ve heard the two of them possess different abilities.”
“What kind of power did Mother have?”
“I wasn’t from that generation, so I don’t know all the details. They say she was the mightiest Saint of her time, and according to the rumors I’ve heard……”
Her voice dropped to barely a whisper.
“Rather than the Divine Water Sea, she opened Heaven itself, or so they say.”
Israphil descended to the ground with the captives. As the bubbles burst, their wounds were already healed cleanly.
The Heretic Inquisitors all dropped to their knees and pressed themselves to the ground in obeisance.
“We behold the Goddess’s most beloved daughter!”
Israphil nodded with a smile on her face. Her eyes remained closed, whether because she could not see or for some other reason.
A thunderous crash rang out.
While everyone lay prostrate on the ground, one man stood towering like a mountain. Ratte hurled the Cross Sword in his hand to the earth.
The force of that angry gesture split the ground in two, and landslides erupted in multiple places.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
He approached with murderous, heavy footfalls.
‘Oh no, the Director!’
‘This man is about to cause trouble.’
Several of his attendants lifted their heads and watched Ratte with worried eyes.
A sudden grasp.
Ratte approached Israphil and seized her hand before she could even extend it herself. Then he dropped to one knee with barely a flourish, kissed the back of her hand, and rose again.
‘What on earth is he doing?’
It was courtly enough, but even so, it bordered on disrespect before a Saint—a being of half-divine nature.
Yet Israphil simply stood there with her eyes closed, smiling.
“It’s been a long time, Director Ratte.”
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Ratte ground his teeth, his words coming through gritted jaw. His fury was at a level where striking even a Saint would not seem out of place.
“This was a lawful heresy inquisition, authorized and dispatched! It was the perfect opportunity to uncover every connection and piece of information behind the Blood Heaven Cult that is destabilizing the Federation!”
She smiled softly.
“There is no other power behind the Blood Heaven Cult. The Blood Heaven Cult is simply the Blood Heaven Cult.”
“Even so!”
The veins in Ratte’s neck stood out.
“Even if the Saint opposes war, this is beyond the pale! You’ve destroyed the evidence! You’ve obstructed a lawful investigation—!”
Israphil cut him short, turning her head away.
“Come here, Rette. And your companion as well.”
At those words, Rette and Simon, who had been watching from behind a tree for an opening, burst forward.
“Gratia mundi civibus. We behold the Goddess’s nearest daughter.”
Rette performed an uncharacteristically elaborate courtesy, tracing the sacred sign before bowing deeply. Simon caught on and mirrored the gesture, though his gaze remained fixed on Ratte.
‘Wow. Look at that killing intent. He’d tear a man to shreds with those eyes.’
At this point, it seemed all the more remarkable that Israphil could stand so calmly before someone radiating such bloodlust.
After completing his bow, Rette took the document briefcase Simon handed him, stepped forward five paces, bowed again, and dropped to one knee before the two of them.
“Documents that belonged to Alloken, the Bishop of the Blood Heaven Cult.”
He extended the briefcase with both hands in reverent offering.
“You’ve done well.”
Israphil accepted the case with a smile. She had obliterated the Blood Heaven Church Headquarters, and now this was the only evidence.
“The future of the Sacred Federation is truly bright.”
Israphil seemed delighted, her gaze sweeping over Rette with pride before brushing past Simon, who stood further back.
“Even our elders could not accomplish this. I am very much looking forward to what your generation will achieve.”
“…You might as well open it.”
Ratte spoke curtly, irritation plain in his voice. Part of him wanted to burn those documents before they were ever opened, but not in the presence of a Saint.
Israphil opened the briefcase and skimmed through the topmost document with her eyes.
“How fascinating.”
She read aloud from the papers in a voice as gentle as spring breeze.
“Leak information to the Inquisition, ensure that the Director of the Inquisition and war hawk ‘Ratte’ witnesses the crime scene first. Form hardline public opinion against Necromancers, and provoke war between the Sacred Federation and the Dark Alliance.”
As the contents were laid bare, Ratte’s fists clenched white-knuckled.
“It’s quite clear now. The Blood Heaven Cult’s objective was to provoke war between the Sacred Federation and the Dark Alliance. And you, Director, nearly became their tool. Wouldn’t you say?”
“……”
Ratte closed his eyes, struggling to master his rage.
He could hardly say that they had actually been using the Blood Heaven Cult themselves.
Now that the Saint had seen those documents with her own eyes, the war was over. No matter how mad a dog Ratte might be, as the head of an organization he had the duty to accept defeat and minimize the damage to his organization.
Israphil understood as much, and her manner suggested to Ratte that she would not press the Inquisition further—that he should take this as his exit.
In the end.
“…Yes.”
Though his heart burned with a thousand torches, accepting the offered hand was the best he could do.
“Then you may withdraw, Director.”
With saintly grace, she clasped her hands together, tilted her head slightly, and curved her lips in a smile.
“I will report this matter directly to His Holiness.”
“……”
Ratte finally turned and left with his Inquisitors, his steps heavy and listless. Yet the smoldering look in his eyes and the cold glint of his gaze suggested he would never truly surrender.
‘…Somehow I’ve survived another day.’
Simon watched Ratte and his Inquisitors recede into the distance, exhaling silently in relief.
“Rise, Rette.”
Israphil spoke softly.
Rette, still kneeling on the ground, slowly got to her feet. As Israphil smiled warmly and opened her arms, Rette’s eyes glimmered with light.
“Israphil!”
Rette rushed forward and threw herself into her embrace.
It was a breach of protocol before a half-divine Saint, yet the two seemed to share a private closeness as well.
Israphil patted her back gently.
“I was worried when I heard you’d been caught up in such a serious incident, Rette.”
Rette, her face buried in Israphil’s shoulder, looked up with a pout.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
“When I told you I’d boarded a train that the Blood Heaven Cult had hijacked, you just said ‘stay strong’ and left it at that. But the moment you heard they were trying to start a war, you dropped everything and came running.”
“That’s because I trusted in your abilities.”
Israphil kept her eyes closed, maintaining that serene smile. Simon, watching her, found himself thinking how convenient such an unwavering expression could be.
For a moment, Rette whined softly while Israphil soothed her.
If Rette regarded Anna as some absolute idol and beloved mother, then Israphil was more like a cherished older sister—someone she’d known since childhood.
“Our precious Rette~—when will you become a Saint so you can play with me?”
Israphil pinched Rette’s cheeks as she asked, and the younger woman answered with a laugh.
“Once you retire! And I want the Miracle Holy Water!”
“You blaspheme as casually as drawing breath! I’d love to nail you to a cross~”
“Before that happens, I’ll expose all your scandalous secrets in court and die laughing.”
Israphil’s gaze, bright with laughter, shifted toward Simon.
“A colleague of Rette’s?”
“Yes, that’s right!”
Simon answered, suddenly tense.
“Thank you for looking after and protecting our Rette.”
“Oh, not at all! If anything, I’m the one who’s been helped!”
“Rette, be quiet.”
Simon smiled and bowed respectfully.
“I confess, I’ve been indebted to Rette. It’s a great honor to meet her remarkable mother.”
“I’m glad to meet you too. What’s your name?”
“I’m called Scá Seraphino.”
Just then, Israphil set Rette down. She then drifted through the air without her feet touching the ground, floating toward Simon until she stood before him.
As the Saint suddenly drew near, Simon felt a wave of tension wash over him.
“Scá the Priest.”
“Yes.”
“You…”
Her closed eyes opened, revealing irises dark as an abyss, fixing their gaze upon him.
“You remind me very much of someone I once knew.”

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