Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 286

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Summoning Genius of Necromancer School, Episode 286
The battle was over.
All the gang members had been defeated, and those who’d surrendered were bound to the base of a tree after receiving just enough treatment to keep them alive.
Later, when they returned, they’d contact Vengeance or the vigilante corps of the neutral zone to handle the rest.
“Hi there—”
Merin approached and waved her hand at Sasha with the prettiest smile she could manage.
But whether strangers made her uncomfortable or not, Sasha suddenly spun away and burrowed into Kamibarez’s arms.
Merin straightened up with a disappointed expression.
‘She really doesn’t let her guard down easily.’
Sasha barely spoke a word to anyone but Kamibarez, only glancing nervously around like a wary young animal.
“Hahahaha! You were all magnificent!”
Just then, clap, clap—Seiwir appeared, applauding.
While everyone else was covered in sand and blood, their robes in tatters, he alone looked pristine.
“Thank you for following my command so well, agents.”
“Command? What are you—”
Merin burst out in protest.
“Where were you? There were some pretty dangerous moments during the fight, and you didn’t help at all!”
“What an unfair thing to say.”
Seiwir shrugged.
“I was engaged in a fierce battle myself, life and death on the line. I faced over thirty people at once.”
“The whole gang barely numbers thirty!”
“Agent Merin, that sort of grumbling attitude only damages teamwork. At this rate, your teamwork score might take a hit.”
Merin, sensitive to scores, trembled with indignation.
‘…Always dragging up the scores like some petty bastard!’
“Ah, they’re coming now.”
Dick and Simon, dressed in rags, were returning after interrogating the prisoners.
Dick had used the same method he’d employed when questioning the gang member they’d captured in the village before.
“Those guys really don’t know anything at all, do they?”
Dick reported.
“In the neutral zone, it’s not uncommon for the contractor to hide their identity and approach indirectly. They received good money and just did what they were told, seems like.”
Simon nodded in agreement.
“I see. You’ve all done excellent work, agents.”
Seiwir said, surveying everyone.
“Seeing your skills improve by leaps and bounds under my guidance fills my heart with pride.”
“….”
Simon let out a silent bitter laugh inside.
“Of course, of course. It’s all thanks to you, Agent.”
Dick, ever the social butterfly, played along, but even his voice had lost its former energy—hollow praise, hollow flattery.
Dick too was beginning to suspect Seiwir, who hadn’t participated in the actual fight.
“Well then!”
Seiwir pointed straight at Simon.
“Why don’t you propose what we should do next, Agent Simon!”
“….”
As Simon’s expression turned lukewarm, Seiwir began to read his mood and added hastily:
“If you come up with an answer close to what I think is right, I’ll award you tactical points!”
Simon no longer cared about points.
He sighed lightly and turned his head, gazing at the dark hillside shrouded in shadow.
“We don’t know who the contractor is, but I extracted the meeting location from the Sentinel captain. It’s about twenty minutes from here, and I wanted to go directly and capture the contractor, but…”
Simon turned his head again, looking at the traces of battle—the destroyed carriage, blood scattered everywhere.
“The fight happened far too close. They surely heard the commotion, and by the time we chase after them, it won’t mean much.”
“That’s right! I thought the same thing!”
Seiwir chimed in like an echo.
“Besides, Sasha’s injured her leg, and before the night gets any deeper, we should leave this place and head for the village where Vengeance’s main base is. What do you think about searching the area for transportation?”
Seiwir agreed, and everyone quickly dispersed.
“Oh, look at this, Simon! There’s a carriage over here that’s still in decent shape!”
Dick patted the carriage body as he spoke.
“One of the wheels looks broken though—can you fix it?”
“Of course! I’ll just swap in one of the intact ones!”
As Dick set about repairing the carriage, Simon searched for horses to pull it. Most of the horses had either fled in the chaos or died in the fighting.
‘I can’t summon a bone horse here.’
Simon crouched before the corpse of a dead horse, studying it carefully.
On this continent, most creatures that pulled carriages were a hybrid breed born from monsters and horses called Hanobreed. And to create a bone horse, you needed the corpse of a pure horse monster.
‘This one’s a Hanobreed too, then.’
As Simon stood and glanced around, he noticed another horse lying on its side, breathing in ragged gasps.
He rushed toward it immediately.
‘Damn.’
This one was tethered to the carriage and couldn’t escape. Blood streamed from a wound in its belly—it was dying.
“You’re mistaken there. I think it would be kinder to just put it out of its misery,” Seiwir said, drifting over to offer his unsolicited opinion.
He appeared at Simon’s side as if from nowhere.
“Let me take a look at the wound.”
Simon pulled a Potion from his Subspace.
“It won’t help.”
Seiwir shook his head firmly and wandered off to offer advice to Merin instead.
Simon opened the Potion’s cap and made a show of pouring it onto the horse’s wound, but he glanced back several times to check.
‘No one’s watching, right?’
They were all scattered at a distance. Seizing the moment, Simon clasped his hands respectfully before the wound.
Without anyone knowing.
As fast as he could.
<Heal>
A soft hum filled the air.
White holiness flowed from Simon’s palms, enveloping the horse’s wound.
‘Focus. Focus.’
The systematic White Magic training he’d received from Holy Defense Magic Professor Parahan was paying dividends.
The wound began to close rapidly. Soon the horse’s breathing grew steady, and it lay still—as if aware it was being healed.
‘Done.’
The wound sealed cleanly. Simon finished the treatment, scattered some Potion over it for show, and rose to his feet.
“I think this horse can run now.”
At that, Dick and Merin rushed over, crying out in disbelief.
Seiwir joined them, his mouth falling open when he saw the horse’s wound had actually healed.
“Ahem, excellent work, Agent Simon! That comment about putting it out of its misery earlier was actually meant to provoke you—to draw out your true abilities, you see.”
“Right. Of course.”
Simon next went to check on Sasha’s condition.
Merin fell into step beside him, whispering her question.
“Hey, Simon. Don’t you think Agent Seiwir seems a little suspicious?”
Simon smiled faintly as he answered.
“Suspicious? Pretty sure everything you’re thinking is right on the money.”
“Huh?”
Simon didn’t elaborate further.
Sasha sat ahead with Kamibarez at her side. Her leg was already bandaged, wrapped tightly in cloth.
“Hey there.”
At Simon’s greeting, Sasha startled and tried to bolt.
“Easy.”
Simon quickly took a few steps back before she could panic further.
Sasha burrowed into Kamibarez’s embrace, and Kamibarez held her warmly, stroking her head.
Merin crouched down at a respectful distance, knees drawn together.
“Thank goodness Kamibarez gets along with her so well.”
She rested her chin in her hands, gazing softly at Kamibarez and Sasha.
As the two clung to each other, she watched them with a smile that seemed to melt.
“Cute plus cute equals super cute!”
‘…What is she even saying.’
Simon crouched beside Merin and made a subtle gesture toward Kamibarez.
Kamibarez caught his signal, gave a slight nod, and spoke to Sasha.
“If we stay here, someone else might attack. Will you come with us?”
Sasha nodded eagerly at the suggestion.
“If I can be with you, I don’t care where we go.”

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Fortunately, Sasha followed Kamibarez without resistance.
Soon all five were aboard the carriage. Dick took the reins at the front, Simon and Seiwir sat in the forward bench, while Merin, Sasha, and Kamibarez occupied the rear in that order.
As Simon and Seiwir decided their direction, Kamibarez kept speaking softly to Sasha, ensuring she wouldn’t grow anxious.
“Are your parents still in the village?”
Sasha shook her head, her face expressionless.
“I’ve never even seen my mom and dad.”
She was an orphan.
“Then… do you want to go back to the village, Sasha?”
“I hate the village. I’m scared of it!”
She reacted quite strongly.
“Scared of what, exactly?”
“……The people there.”
Her shoulders trembled, and leaves began to drift down around her.
Kamibarez quickly wrapped her in an embrace, soothing her.
“It’s okay. We won’t go back to the village.”
Kamibarez spoke those words while glancing toward Simon, who nodded in agreement.
‘The people of Kelso called her a “monster,” didn’t they.’
A child born with an innate ability.
To ordinary people, such a child could appear monstrously similar to actual monsters. Even more so if, like Sasha, they couldn’t properly control their power.
This time Merin asked the question.
“If your parents aren’t there, did you live alone in the village?”
Sasha shook her head.
“My godfather visits sometimes.”
“Your godfather?”
“Yes.”
“Who is he?”
“Sasha doesn’t know much. But he helped me when I was sick. He made me feel better.”
Simon recalled the traces of a visitor in Sasha’s home. There had been syringes and medicines.
Simon filed away this godfather figure in his mind for later consideration.
‘All right, let me think this through…….’
Sasha is an orphan. Because of the innate ability she was born with, the people of Kelso’s village treated her as a monster. That’s why she fears returning to the village.
And it seems this godfather occasionally visits to keep her power from raging out of control.
‘That’s enough for now. Let’s focus on getting back to Vengeance for the moment.’
Simon unfolded the map.
“Agent Seiwir, we should move like this.”
When they first came, the route had been: Vengeance headquarters → Sasha’s hometown of Kelso → Halden Mountain Range.
But now they’d decided to head straight down from Halden Mountain Range to the village where Vengeance headquarters was located.
There was a forest in between, which posed a risk of monster attacks, but it was the perfect place to evade pursuit by Efnel priests and escape their assault.
“And.”
Simon looked at Seiwir.
“Contact Vengeance, would you? Since we can’t know when Efnel might attack, I think it would be best to ask them to send an escort as far out as they can.”
Seiwir then made a face like a man speechless with shock, before stammering out his words.
“W-well, haha! I don’t think that’s a very good idea, Agent Simon! Vengeance is busy too, so we should handle this ourselves……!”
“Surely.”
Merin smiled with the look of someone who’d caught him out.
“You’re not telling us that Vengeance’s ace agent has no communication device to stay in contact with headquarters?”

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—A sickening shriek!
—Guttural wails! More wails!
If hell existed in the world, it would look like this.
In a pond filled with blood, monsters with grotesquely swollen body parts writhed out agonized cries.
Their number approached several hundred.
Standing amid this hell—created by gathering every monster in the mountain range—was a tall man with flaming orange hair.
His face was scarred as if burned, and the pupil of one eye had turned milky and dull.
Beneath the fluttering priest robe draped over him, a suit bristling with numerous cases and work pouches was visible.
Inside were syringes, medicines, and various other implements.
“I hope this works.”
Without the slightest change in his voice, the man drove a syringe into a monster’s body. One of the creature’s fingers swelled up hard and solid as stone.
The monster thrashed about in pain, but the man rose to his feet as if the suffering were no concern of his.
“Quite the taste for cruelty.”
At the sound of someone’s voice from out of the darkness, the man turned. Then he bent at the waist in greeting.
“Greetings, my lady.”
From the darkness, four female students in white Efnel school uniforms approached. Each was armed with a different array of weapons.
One of them stepped forward and spoke.
“Are you the instructor?”
“Yes. That’s correct. I’m Figaro.”
“I’m Lilinet.”
The two exchanged brief courtesies and faced each other.
“Instructor, what exactly have you been doing?”
One of the female students behind Lilinet pointed at the corpses of monsters and asked.
“I was generating resources from those afflicted by the goddess’s curse.”
Figaro spoke as though it were nothing remarkable. In the Sacred Federation, monsters were simply understood as beasts cursed by the goddess.
Lilinet, having little interest in the monsters themselves, opened her mouth to move on.
“Let’s talk about the mission, then.”
“Yes. First, I’ll brief you on the situation.”
At Figaro’s words, Lilinet shrugged.
“A briefing? It’s simple enough—kidnapping someone from a neutral territory with high sacred affinity.”
“The situation has become complicated. Kizen caught the scent and moved in.”
At the mention of Kizen, Lilinet’s eyes widened. The female students in the back exchanged whispers among themselves.
“Kizen got there first. Because of your late arrival, I took independent action. I hired local gang members to bring the target here.”
“Smart. Did it work?”
“It failed.”
Figaro shook his head and continued.
“Kizen caught up regardless and took the girl. By now, they’ve probably escaped.”
“……Tch.”
Lilinet’s expression hardened. Figaro pressed on with his explanation.
“If Kizen was willing to involve themselves, she can’t be just anyone with ordinary sacred affinity. She possesses an innate ability, and she may well be candidate material for saintess.”
“Then we chase them down.”
Lilinet spoke with burning determination.
“If Kizen attacked and took the target, then we attack Kizen and take her back. Simple as that.”
Figaro smiled.
“You’re confident? Over thirty mercenaries were all eliminated.”
“A confrontation between Kizen and Efnel isn’t something we can avoid. And—”
Lilinet’s lips curved upward.
“Kizen’s necromancer won’t stand a chance against our Efnel.”

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