Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 275

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy — Episode 275
“Can you use Holy Magic?”
“……!!”
At Parahan’s question, Simon felt goosebumps crawl all the way up the back of his neck.
How did he know?
How could he possibly have found out?
Simon fought to maintain a smile, but the muscles of his face stiffened involuntarily despite his efforts.
His mouth went dry and his throat churned, yet he managed to force out a single word.
“I’m not sure what you mean, Professor.”
“Heh heh!”
The old man, who had suddenly become a source of dread to Simon, stroked his beard and smiled benignly.
“I’ve spent my entire life with Holy Magic. I sense a faint presence of it in you. Above all, when I placed my hand on your body during class just now.”
Parahan opened his palm.
“A Necromancer would ordinarily show an extreme rejection response. But you didn’t. Aside from your visible pain, your body accepted my Holy Magic without the slightest resistance.”
Simon’s face went pale. Had this been a test from the beginning, designed to uncover exactly this?
“I understand well enough what concerns you.”
Parahan spoke in a gentle tone.
“You’re free to leave now and pretend this never happened. This old man has no intention whatsoever of harming a promising young person with a bright future ahead.”
“…….”
Simon remained guarded.
He couldn’t answer easily.
He didn’t know whether Professor Parahan was someone he could trust, or what this man might do to him.
Yet he thought that denying his ability to use Holy Magic would be meaningless now. Parahan was a master of the craft, and there had to be some certainty behind his arranging this encounter.
‘If a Holy Defense Magic professor testified before Kizen headquarters, it would all be over.’
Kizen had become acutely sensitive to spies since the Saintess Incident. If he faced interrogation as a Holy Magic user, the truth about Richard and Anna might leak out as well.
At that moment, reading Simon’s hesitation, Parahan rose to his feet.
“I fear I was too hasty, old as I am. We can end this for today.”
“…….”
Should he call off the meeting and arrange another time?
No.
Now that Parahan knew his secret, dragging this out would only make things worse.
“Continue.”
Simon didn’t rise from his seat.
“I’d like to hear what you have to say, Professor.”
A flicker of light crossed Parahan’s eyes. It wasn’t quite an answer, but it carried a decidedly positive note.
“Uncommon for youth these days. Few young people have the patience to sit and converse with an old man like this.”
He began to unfasten the neat Dao robe he wore.
“To earn your trust, I must first tell you about my current circumstances.”
Whish!
The moment Parahan pulled back his robe to expose his torso, Simon’s breath caught.
Countless Permanent Magic Circles were etched across his chest and abdomen, ticking and pulsing with eerie light.
“As you can see, my life is held in Kizen headquarters’ hands.”
Parahan spoke matter-of-factly.
“One gesture from them, and this old man crumbles to dust.”
“That’s… that’s too cruel. Surely there’s another way……!”
“I’m grateful for it, actually.”
Parahan brushed his beard thoughtfully.
“I was a traitor to the Federation with nowhere left to turn. The Necromancer side had no reason to keep me alive. But Lady Neftis showed me mercy.”
He gave a wry chuckle.
“Here on the other side of the world I’ve found my life preserved, gained honest work, and used my knowledge to serve young people. Few would claim a twilight like mine — I’m happier than anyone alive.”
“…….”
“Of course, my assistants are in the same position. The Permanent Magic Circles are Kizen headquarters’ control mechanism, compensation for our work at the school. If they released Priests into Kizen without restraints, the parents would never stand for it.”
His gaze turned toward Simon.
“A wielder of Holy Magic among Necromancers — your position and mine are similar. I believe no one understands your hardship better than this old man, no one empathizes more.”
A serene smile, a composed expression.
Watching someone convey their sincerity so perfectly to another, Simon realized he couldn’t dismiss the weight of experience.
Simon exhaled softly and spoke.
“……What do you want from me?”
“You’ve posed the question backwards, my friend.”
Parahan smiled.
“What is it you want from me?”
“!”
“You are a student, and I am a professor. You learn, and I teach. Yes, to put it another way—”
Parahan’s voice dropped lower.
“If you wish it, I can teach you White Magic formally.”
At those words alone,
Simon’s heart began to race, its rhythm quickening.
“I do not deny you, who can wield both Darkness and Holiness. Do you believe in fate?”
Simon shook his head.
“No, I don’t.”
“I believe the Goddess surely had a profound reason for bestowing Holiness upon you, a Necromancer. To speak more plainly—”
Parahan’s eyes grew serious.
“I even wonder if my arrival in Kizen before this old man’s final breath was not precisely to meet you.”
Simon’s mind grew complicated.
An unexpected offer of private White Magic lessons.
[Kra-ha-ha-ha-ha!]
Out of nowhere, Pier’s enormous laughter echoed in his mind. Simon jumped in alarm, his shoulders trembling.
‘No, you startled me, Pier! How long have you been watching?’
[That old man is properly mad! Teaching White Magic in Kizen, the very birthplace of Necromancy? Kra-he-he-he!]
Simon pondered for a moment, then asked,
‘Are you going to object?’
[Object? There’s no reason to! During the Saintess Incident, I experienced that damned strange state they call Holy Undead myself. And you—you even deployed that Holy Corpse Explosion technique. You’ve already entangled yourself with Holiness beyond any point of retreat.]
‘…….’
Above all, Simon was remembering Anna’s voice.
-Half of Simon is made up of Mom. I wish you’d take an interest in the place where your mother was born and lived.
No matter how much he denied it, already half of what made him was a Priestess.
Besides, Holiness itself is an asset of mine. Even if I’ve become a Necromancer, there’s no reason to bury this power, he thought.
He wanted to learn anything he could.
“……Professor, I—”
Simon met Parahan’s gaze, his voice trembling but his eyes resolute.
“I would like to learn White Magic.”
As if he had been waiting for exactly that answer, Parahan smiled with genuine delight and nodded.

* * *
Parahan gave Simon a simple test.
He needed to gauge Simon’s level of White Magic so he could determine the direction of his future instruction.
“Remarkable! Absolutely remarkable!”
Parahan could not stop marveling.
Simon had not specialized deeply in any single field, yet he could deploy a diverse array of techniques. Not only the basic attack spell, Holy Arrow,
but also Heal and Cure, the fundamentals of Healing Magic.
Strength, Haste, and Endurance from Blessing Magic.
He could even manage the defensive techniques of Guardian Studies.
The reason for this broad knowledge was precisely that he had not received training to become a Priestess, but rather to perform the role of one for the Sacred Federation.
“Your fundamentals are solid. I’d believe it if you told me you were a first-year Priestess from Efnel!”
In fact, Simon had a proven record of deceiving numerous Heresy Inquisitors from the Federation.
“I don’t know who taught you, but you’ve learned very well indeed.”
Simon smiled faintly. At the same time, he was grateful that Parahan did not press him on who had taught him.
Parahan spoke rapidly, his Quill Pen moving restlessly.
“It’s been so long since I’ve taught White Magic—I’m quite excited. Tell me, is there any particular branch of White Magic you’d like to specialize in? Of course, we could also raise your overall level across the entire discipline.”
“Well, um…”
Simon pondered for a moment, then spoke.
“Is it possible for me to study Divine Beast Studies as well?”
“It’s possible, but without a divine beast, we can’t even begin the lessons. And obtaining a divine beast in the territory of the Dark Alliance would be like plucking stars from the sky.”
“I see. Then that’s not likely.”
For now, he decided to study all the branches evenly and find his aptitude among Efnel’s seven disciplines.
‘I never thought I’d be discussing White Magic in Kizen.’
Simon lifted his eyes and gazed out the window.
‘I wonder how Rette is doing.’

* * *
Sky Island.
Efnel Headquarters.
“Remarkable. Truly remarkable.”
Rahul, Archbishop of the Sacred Federation and Professor of Holy Magic Studies, furrowed her brow. Seated before her was a female student in a crisp white Efnel School Uniform.
“Just look at the incidents you’ve caused this past week alone.”
Papers scattered across the desk with a soft whoosh.
Rahul swept the documents forward as she spoke. The girl’s eyes drifted sideways, her expression heavy with defiance.
“Assaulting classmates. Attacking upperclassmen. Beating, striking, beating, striking.”
Rahul read through the reports in rapid succession, then pressed her palm to her forehead with a weary sigh.
“Why do you keep getting into fights with everyone? Rette.”
The girl with hair as white and pure as snow and golden irises let out a dismissive snort.
“They started it first. This guy kept pestering me with his confessions, so I just knocked him around. Besides, the professors here hate romance anyway—it’s against school rules.”
“Violence is an even greater violation!”
Rahul’s voice rose sharply, but she immediately clutched her temples as a dull ache set in.
“Please, as the top-ranked first-year selected for Efnel! No—before that, as a devout woman of faith, conduct yourself with dignity. Are you some rough-and-tumble six-year-old boy? Why do you keep beating people senseless? Show some propriety. Some propriety!”
“So if you’re a devout woman, you can’t beat anyone?”
Rette’s cynical grumbling caused sparks to flash in Rahul’s eyes.
“Rette!”
“Honestly, Efnel is way too stiff and rigid. There’s all these different codes of conduct based on position and status and gender, and if you don’t follow them, it’s just endless nagging.”
“You know this yourself! Reverent bearing gives birth to a reverent heart! It’s the foundation of being a Priestess!”
“But acting all solemn like that doesn’t actually increase my holiness, and now that I’m knocking people around, my holiness hasn’t changed one bit.”
Rahul released a deep, long sigh. What was wrong with this girl?
Though she had always been somewhat prickly and rough-edged, Rette had once conducted herself with pious reverence as a Priestess. Somewhere along the way, though, she had changed.
Yes, it must have been after the break. When the second semester began following the holidays, Rette started questioning everything that Efnel and the Sacred Federation demanded of her.
Who had she met during that time? What influence had she fallen under?
“You show no remorse whatsoever.”
Rahul fixed her with a cold stare.
Rette was Efnel’s most promising talent, someone destined to lead the Federation in whatever capacity lay ahead of her.
While the next Saintess of Purification had not yet appeared, Rette remained the overwhelming first candidate for the position.
The upper ranks were already breathing down Rahul’s neck about managing Rette more carefully. She felt it would be best to establish proper discipline in the girl now, before she ascended to the rank of Saintess and took her place as a demigod.
“Kneel, Rette.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She answered in a flat voice, then rose from her chair and knelt on the bare floor with an expressionless face.
“I’m ordering you to perform fasting prayers for twelve hours. While you pray to the Goddess, reflect carefully on what you’ve done wrong——”
“Professor Rahul!”
The door burst open and a monk rushed in. After whispering something to her, Rahul’s brow creased sharply.
“I’ll go at once.”
Rahul stood abruptly and glared down at the kneeling Rette.
“Remember. Twelve hours.”
“Yes. Do come back soon~”
Rette clasped her hands and began preparing for prayer as she spoke.
Rahul hurried out with the monk at her side.
“Pfft.”
She immediately stood and walked toward the side door without a backward glance.
“What was I thinking? Wasting my time on something so ridiculous.”

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