Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 280

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy, Chapter 280
“……What, what is this?!”
The letter was blank. Nothing at all.
It was nothing but a sheet of pristine white paper, endlessly empty.
“…….”
A thin, awkward breeze whistled through the space between the four of them gathered around the letter.
“I think we might’ve screwed this up.”
Dick was the first to speak.
“You said the dispatch assignment and the mentor’s name were both written on this letter.”
“Uh, what do we do?”
Dick’s head snapped around.
“Didn’t Merin mess something up when she broke the seal earlier?”
Merin bounced at that accusation.
“I didn’t do anything! I swear, I just opened the letter! Simon! Look, look!”
She thrust the letter at him, her voice tinged with indignation.
‘Hmm.’
But Simon had no clever solution either.
He shook the letter gently, flicked it with his finger, and examined it for any hidden message inside, but found nothing.
While the others stared at the blank paper with deflated expressions,
a low hum erupted.
“Aah!”
Merin shrieked. Suddenly, a deep black Magic Circle unfurled in the center of the empty page.
Clang! Clatter!
With the sound of metal clicking into place, a black veil spilled from the letter, spreading out and enveloping all four of them.
Kamibarez gasped in alarm, and the other three pressed close around her, keeping watch on their surroundings.
-Class 1 Security Document confirmed. Manifesting Memorial Magic.
A clear voice emanated from the letter.
“Ah, could it be!”
Merin’s voice rose as if she’d grasped something.
“The letter’s contents couldn’t be leaked to outsiders, so they replaced it with security-type Dark Magic instead?”
“That must be it!”
Dick clapped his hands together.
-Identifying target subjects.
This time, Magic Circles unfurled in front of each of the four faces.
-Merin Vilenne, Simon Polentia, Dick Hayward, Kamibarez Ursula.
-Subjects identified.
The Magic Circle vanished along with the voice.
“That’s neat!”
Dick exclaimed, his fear already evaporating. The four of them, now brimming with curiosity, glanced eagerly about.
A rush of crimson flames shot up into empty space.
From within the flames fell fragments like scraps of paper, which drifted down and gathered in mid-air, assembling themselves into letters.
All four stared, their eyes wide open.
「Vengence」
Dark Alliance Neutral Territory Special Agent Dispatch Administration Authority
“My goodness!”
Dick gasped audibly.
“Vengence! Vengence, seriously! Our dispatch assignment is incredible!”
“What does Vengence do?”
Simon asked, unable to contain his curiosity.
“The Wardens of the Neutral Territory.”
Merin answered in his stead, brushing back her sky-blue hair.
“The Neutral Territory is exactly what its name says—strictly ‘neutral,’ so neither Kizen nor Efnel can exercise influence there. That’s why it’s an underworld organization that works for the Dark Alliance under Kizen’s commission.”
“And among those organizations, Vengence is incredibly famous!”
Dick’s mouth was practically splitting open with excitement.
“It’s the agency where Necromancer agents operate and fight against Priests! I guess we’re going to fight Priests too!”
“P, Priests…….”
Kamibarez’s eyes darted nervously as fear crept across her face.
Tap, tap.
Just then, debris fell from the flames, assembling new words.
「Intelligence Division, Federation-Recognized Rank 3 Administrator, Seywir Grizman.」
Merin nodded.
“Yeah, yeah, so this person must be the mentor who’ll be overseeing us.”
This time, a scroll that looked singed by flames emerged from the fire. It unfurled with a crackling sound, revealing a map.
One building in the village where the four of them stood was marked in red.
“Could that be where we’re supposed to go?”
“I think it’s a meeting point too.”
Whoosh!
The map burned away, and the darkness that had enveloped the four of them lifted, revealing the village scenery around them once more.
“Whoa! Now that’s Vengence! Showing off like that with just a single letter?”
While an excited Dik made a commotion, Simon was recalling the map he’d seen earlier and comparing it with the current landscape in his mind.
“Tavern, marketplace, dockside…”
Moving his finger, Simon pinpointed each location one by one and nodded.
“Yeah, that’s right. This way.”
“Just as expected of Simon!”
The three followed Simon’s lead. Dik, looking delighted, whistled and threw an arm around Simon’s neck.
“Whoa! A special agent dispatch—isn’t this thrilling?”
“It is.”
Simon smiled and nodded.
“Please, Dik.”
Merin pressed her forehead with a sigh.
“You’re the one I’m most worried about. Don’t act out or be rude in front of the mentor later. This person can manipulate our grades.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m not that careless.”
Meanwhile, Kamibarez had sidled up to Simon and gently grasped the hem of his robe.
She was like a cautious young cat. At every door that creaked open or small cry from the villagers, she’d startle and tremble, sometimes hiding behind Simon.
“Kamibarez, are you alright?”
“Ah, yes!”
She forced a smile. It seemed she was just a bit shy in this new and unfamiliar place.
“There it is!”
Dik exclaimed. It was the wooden building they’d seen on the map.
While most of the surrounding structures were clay houses built of mud, this wooden building stood out enough to be recognized immediately. The sign marked it as a small village tavern.
The four approached with tense expressions.
“Excuse us.”
Merin, as team leader, entered first. She’d worried about how they’d recognize their mentor without some kind of recognition code, but—
Her worry was groundless.
There was only one person sitting in the tavern. He wore a bright, white-toothed smile.
Dressed in what appeared to be a Vengence uniform—a gray coat with a green-patterned necktie—he had blonde hair that was long only on the left side, covering his eyebrow. His frame was lean, his nose tip pointed downward sharply, and his jawline was sharp.
Overall, he was a handsome man with thick eyebrows and a slick smile. He spread his arms wide first and spoke.
“Welcome, welcome! Kizen students!”
His voice was high, nearly soprano. All four bowed respectfully at once.
“Pleased to meet you!”
“Come now—please, sit comfortably.”
He brushed back his tousled bangs with the back of his hand, closed his left eye, and smiled, showing his white teeth. A sparkle effect seemed to flash.
Soon the four were seated around a single table. They all sat with straight backs, hands resting on their knees, assuming the most respectful and courteous posture possible.
“Haha, no need to be so tense. You can relax in my presence.”
He placed a hand on his chest and continued.
“As you saw in the letter, my name is Seywir Grizman. I work in the intelligence division of Vengence.”
“Ah, yes! We should introduce ourselves too. First, I’m Merin Billen, the team leader!”
Merin began introducing each of them in turn.
In particular, when she introduced Simon, Seywir’s eyes gleamed noticeably.
“So you’re the legendary Special Admission Rank 1 from Kizen.”
Merin and Dik exchanged envious glances. Clearly, the title of Special Admission Rank 1 garnered respect wherever one went.
“Delighted.”
Seywir brushed back his lopsided bangs with the back of his hand and winked.
“These students will be working with me for a week from Vengence. It’s only natural that Kizen sends such outstanding students.”
Simon listened carefully to Seywir’s explanation and felt relief wash over him inwardly.
‘Thank goodness.’
In fact, after the seniors from the Mutation Club had frightened them with talk of a dispatch evaluation, he’d been somewhat worried.
There were all sorts of cautionary tales.
Mentors with personality disorders, those who used violence, mad scientists who tried to turn students into undead, trash who sexually harassed female students, and even the worst kind who made students stand around doing nothing the entire dispatch and then gave them the lowest marks on the final day.
Still, based on first impressions alone, Seywir seemed to be a Necromancer who fell within the bounds of common sense.
“Seeing so many young Necromancers like yourselves brings back memories of my student days. Back then, many professors offered me positions as their Direct Disciples, but…….”
He seemed like the talkative type.
“Oh, that reminds me—where’s the letter?”
“I have it.”
“Give it here. I’ll take it.”
Simon offered the letter with both hands in a respectful gesture, but Dick interjected.
“I was shocked that nothing was written on the letter! But then suddenly that kind of presentation! Wow!”
“Dick!”
Merin shot him a warning look, but Seywir responded with a smile.
“It’s natural to be surprised when you see it for the first time.”
Seywir swept back his bangs, flashed his teeth, and winked.
“Actually, I’ve had that experience too—”
He began pouring out words like a waterfall.
Simon listened while watching the letter that Seywir had placed on the table.
‘…….’
On paper that should have been blank, something faintly seemed to appear. Simon opened his eyes wide to look closer, but Seywir picked up the letter and tucked it into his pocket.
“Um. Seywir…… sir?”
“Please call me Agent.”
“Ah, yes. Agent!”
“Of course, I’ll call all of you agents as well. Agent Merin.”
Seywir swept back his bangs and winked. At this point, Simon thought it was less a habit and more a pathological gesture.
“It doesn’t matter that you’re still students. Now that you’re undertaking the same work as I am, we are equals—colleagues who can trust each other with our lives.”
“Exactly! Your mindset is truly wonderful, Agent!”
Dick threw up both thumbs. He seemed thoroughly enchanted by Seywir’s charm.
“Stop.”
Merin flicked Dick’s leg as a sign to cut it out.
“Agent, I’m curious about what kind of mission we’ll be undertaking this time.”
“An excellent question, Agent Merin!”
Seywir snapped his fingers as he spoke.
At that moment, the surroundings darkened like when the letter had first been opened.
“Pardon me, but security is important.”
With those words, Seywir beckoned them closer with a quick gesture of his hand. The four of them lifted themselves from their chairs and leaned toward him.
“Our mission is to secure an important figure.”
“An important figure! Who is it?”
Dick asked eagerly.
“That kind of enthusiasm is admirable, Agent Dick. I’ll make sure it’s reflected in your mission evaluation score.”
“Thank you!”
Model student Merin’s expression flickered with envy at the sight. Unable to resist, she leaned in further and adopted an even more serious posture.
“It’s this.”
Simon too tensed, his ears perked.
“It’s, it’s, it’s.”
Everything was fine, but I wished he’d stop dragging it out.
After observing the four students’ curious reactions, Seywir spoke in a very small, hushed voice.
“A Purification Saint candidate.”
All four students’ mouths fell open at the same time. As if he’d been waiting for precisely this reaction, Seywir’s expression became satisfied.
“A, a Purification Saint candidate?”
“Indeed, Agent Simon! Our Vengence recently received Class 1 intelligence from an agent embedded in Efnel!”
His voice became more hushed.
“In this Neutral Territory, a girl with an unprecedented level of Holy Compatibility has been born.”
“!”
“And we’ve received information that Efnel is mobilizing priests to bring that girl to them.”
He opened his palm.
“Coincidentally, this matter is connected to you Kizen students. You know about the Purification Saint, I presume?”
How could one not know?
The saint who had taken possession of Francesca, the head teaching assistant of Poison Studies, and attempted to annihilate all Kizen 1st Years.
Her conspiracy had ultimately been thwarted by Simon and the students, and she was killed by Neftis, but later, when the Purification Essence took root in Anna’s body, Simon had embarked on a journey to the Sacred Federation itself.
There was a long history of entanglement with the Purification Saint.
“Efnel is now on high alert. Despite considerable time having passed since the Purification Saint’s death, no new Purification Saint has appeared. Such long intervals between successive saints are extremely rare.”
Everyone nodded with tense expressions, listening intently to Seywir’s account.
“In fact, the most suitable candidate to become the next Purification Saint was right here in the Neutral Territory. It seems Efnel has considerable confidence this time. Confidence in that very girl.”
Seywir Grizman clapped his hands together sharply.
“We’ll bring her back before Efnel does.”

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