Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 297

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 297
Before the Gate of Sanctity.
The Efnel students, having completed their dispatch mission in the Neutral Territory, stood in a long queue to return to the Sacred Federation.
Rette and Lirilet waited their turn as well.
“Our team has been quite fortunate in many ways!”
Lirilet said cheerfully.
Normally, since they had lost a direct confrontation against the Kizen students, their dispatch score should have been cut drastically.
But because their escort, Pigaro, had caused a terrible catastrophe in the Neutral Territory, Efnel was taking a stance of completely denying any connection to him.
Naturally, Lirilet and her teammates had been placed under a gag order regarding the mission itself. Rette had even cautioned her to be careful.
“Still, I learned so much coming down to the ground this time! It was like realizing I was a frog in a well above the clouds, you know? Next time I’ll work hard so I never lose to Necromancers again, I swear by my faith that…… Rette! Are you listening to me?”
Lirilet turned her head. Rette’s forehead and both cheeks were flushed crimson, and she was dripping with cold sweat, breathing in shallow gasps.
Lirilet pressed her hand to Rette’s forehead.
“Oh no! Your forehead is burning like a coal! Are you really okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Rette managed to respond and took a step forward.
“That definitely doesn’t look fine! Did something go wrong? Or did you catch some disease in the Neutral Territory? Let me cast a Cure spell for you?”
“…It’s not that.”
“Let me support you.”
“I said I’m fine.”
While the two bickered back and forth, the queue had shrunk away, and it was their turn.
The two of them passed through the Gate of Sanctity along with the other Efnel students and returned to the Sacred Federation.
“?!”
The moment they crossed through the gate, an astonishing sight unfolded before them.
A contingent of armed soldiers stood ready before them, outfitted with swords, shields, and full plate armor.
‘P-Paladins?’
The other Efnel students also looked startled by the sudden arrival of armed forces, their eyes widening.
“Rette Shardena.”
A man wearing particularly ornate armor stepped forward from among them.
“You are suspected of obstructing the Sacred Federation’s administrative enforcement.”
Murmur, murmur, murmur!
The Efnel students fell into confusion at the sudden turn of events.
“Do you admit to the charge of launching a preemptive attack on the Paladins who were executing the Federation’s orders?”
But Rette, her face flushed crimson, was gasping for breath and not properly hearing the words.
The Paladin took her silence as an exercise of the right to remain silent and his expression darkened.
“We’re wasting time questioning her here. Take her.”
Two Paladins stepped forward with Golden Chains to bind Rette. She still showed no sign of movement, only breathing heavily.
“Wait, just a moment!”
Lirilet quickly blocked Rette’s path and spread her arms wide.
“Her physical condition is too poor to interrogate right now! Let her recover first……!”
“Do you think such an obvious excuse will work?”
“The order is to bring her at once. No matter that she is an Efnel student, there is nothing to be done until the charges are cleared.”
Despite Lirilet’s objection, the Paladins drew closer.
“Move aside!”
“No, I absolutely won’t!”
The Paladin finally shoved Lirilet’s shoulder and she toppled backward.
As Lirilet fell hard on her rear, her eyes blazed with fury.
“Sisters, what are you all doing!”
She spun around and screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Are you just going to stand there and watch those thugs drag away Rette?!”
The moment Lirilet finished speaking.
Whoooosh!
Holiness surged up from all directions with terrible force. The Efnel students standing around the Gate of Sanctity drew their will to fight and began to apply pressure.
The Paladins approaching Rette flinched and stopped in their tracks.
“Get out of here!”
“Who do you think you are to arrest an Efnel student?”
“Obstructing administrative enforcement? Her, Rette Shardena?”
As the previously quiet students suddenly raised their voices in unison, the Paladins began to sweat nervously.
“P-please calm down, everyone!”
“We’re only conducting an investigation, guilt hasn’t been confirmed yet……!”
The students did not retreat an inch.
“Get out of here, now!”
“You realize this is pathetic, doing this right in front of the Gate of Sanctity?”
“Exactly! If you’ve got any shame, come to Sky Island and follow proper procedure before you drag her away!”
Rette had a somewhat cold demeanor and was quick to resort to violence, but she was still the finest student of the 1st Year at Efnel, commanding the respect and envy of everyone around her.
Above all, the Holy Power she wielded—vast as the sea itself—was the manifestation of her faith.
Any student who felt a sense of belonging to Efnel would never let an outsider steal away the school’s greatest student.
“This is obstruction of a legitimate investigation!”
“Obstruction? You’re the ones committing sacrilege!”
The Efnel students and Paladins stood locked in tense confrontation.
“Step aside.”
A single word fell across the crowd, heavy with authority.
A man clad in mithril-wrought armor and a blue cloak, flanked by what was said to be the greatest aerial beast—the Drake.
“……An Arch Paladin!”
The Paladins, alongside the Inquisitors, were the Sacred Federation’s primary military force.
Yet among them, the Arch Paladin was set apart—so far superior that he disdained even sharing the title “Paladin” with ordinary members. Only Efnel graduates could ever qualify to become an Arch Paladin.
In other words, they were the direct superiors of Efnel’s students.
“I said, step aside.”
Roooooaaaaar!
The Drake behind him let out a terrifying cry. Whether magical in nature or not, fear bloomed across every student’s face.
The Arch Paladin strode forward deliberately, pushing even Lirilet aside as he planted himself before Rette.
“A Saint Candidate who shows such disrespect, it seems.”
His eyes glinted with savage intensity.
“We’ll discuss the details inside.”
A gaze laden with killing intent bore down on her directly, yet Rette gave no sign of listening.
She seemed to lack even the strength to respond—now she simply collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Her face and forehead burned like fire, and her breathing grew more ragged.
“……Run…… away.”
“What?”
Her white hair fell away as her eyes lifted upward.
“Run…… away…… now!”
Whoooooooosh!
Suddenly, an enormous inferno erupted from Rette’s body. The Arch Paladin staggered backward in shock.
The flames shot skyward with such force they seemed to touch the heavens, illuminating everything around them.
In moments, her form was consumed by the blaze and vanished from sight.
“Rette, Sister Rette!”
Lirilet reached out with a sob, but her companions grabbed her arm, holding her back.
“Let go! She’s my roommate!”
“If you go, Sister will die too!”
Rette’s Self-immolation—sudden and utterly unforeseen by anyone.
Everyone stared at the roaring flames with hollow expressions, while the Arch Paladin’s lips trembled.
‘Surely not……’
The color of the fire that enveloped Rette was turning white.
Whoooosh!
And then, impossibly, the flames parted.
Rette stood motionless, her right palm shielding her forehead and eyes.
A heavy silence fell, and the Arch Paladin approached with a rigid expression, extending his hand.
“Look, are you alright……”
Then Rette’s voice shook the very air.
[Don’t touch me.]
She swung her arm as though brushing his hand away, and the sky flashed white—a path of clouds tore open above.
“Wh-what is that!”
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
From the direction of her sweeping arm, a meteor came hurtling down without warning and struck the earth.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
A fountain of Holiness erupted like a world tree.
The catastrophic shockwave sent wooden crates and supply wagons tumbling through the air. Paladins and students alike dropped to defensive stances or threw themselves prone against the ground.
‘Ugh!’
The Arch Paladin braced himself flat against the ground, then raised his head.
Where the meteor had fallen, an enormous crater gaped open—a sight that took one’s breath away.
The terrain itself had transformed.
‘Capture her by any means necessary, they said. But if this is what she can do……!’
In just a few minutes.
The opponent had become someone far beyond the reach of arrest authority.
Clang!
The Arch Paladin dropped to one knee before Rette and drove his sword into the ground.
“……Gratula Mi Kibilis.”
At the Commander’s gesture, every Paladin knelt and declared:
“Gratula Mi Kibilis! We behold the Daughter of the Goddess!!”
Chaos erupted.
The inspectors stationed at the Gate of Sanctity, the merchants, the administrators—
And even the bewildered students from Efnel began dropping to their knees, one by one. The Efnel faculty who had come to manage the situation did the same.
“R-Rette… sister…….”
Even Lirilet, her closest friend, knelt before her. All bowed low in reverence.
“We are honored to behold the Daughter of the Goddess!”
Whoooosh!
A wind swept through.
Around Rette, her white hair streaming, the Ring of Sanctity traced itself into being, and the White Flame Cloak wrapped across her shoulders.
With each movement she made, holiness crackled and scattered.
She swept back her bangs and fixed her gaze forward.
Within her pupils, faint star-shaped markings were etched.
‘At last.’
Watching the countless people prostrated in worship, Rette became aware of it.
‘I have reached the same level as you, Simon.’
This was the moment the next Essence of Purification’s successor was confirmed.

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In the Neutral Territory town of Libito.
A man covered entirely in tattoos was fleeing there, gasping for breath.
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all!”
He cried out as though on the verge of tears.
“Please, stop chasing me!
From above the fleeing man, Simon bounded across the rooftops, closing the distance between them with each leap.
Simon’s pupils moved sharply, taking in the terrain around him. He spotted a long pole fixed beside a shop roof with a sign hanging from it. Simon pulled out the Cloud like a rope, connected it to the pole, and jumped.
Whoooosh!
Simon descended along the rope and drove both feet into the back of the fleeing man.
“Urgh!”
The man’s body flew several meters through the air and tumbled across the ground. Simon landed gracefully and approached, clamping handcuffs on the man’s wrists.
‘The mopping-up is nearly done.’
“Simon~”
Kamibarez came walking through the village alley, her face bright and radiant.
“Ah, Kamibarez! You caught quite a few—Wait!”
Floating behind her were five gang members trapped inside bubbles of blood.
She clapped her hands with a bright smile.
“Yes! I caught lots of them, Simon!”
During the Sentinel Gang extermination operation, Kamibarez had become the gang’s worst nightmare.
The moment gang members saw her, they convulsed and didn’t dare meet her eyes.
“You mustn’t say mean things!”
Hearing something off, she stretched out her arm and the blood bubbles began vibrating rapidly up and down. The gang members writhed in extreme agony, tumbling chaotically within the confined bubbles.
Once Kamibarez had quieted the gang members, she turned back to Simon with another bright smile.
“They’re people who were terrible to Sasha, so I’ll catch them even more diligently!”
“……Kamibarez, you’re frightening when you’re angry.”
Since the Sentinel Gang itself was a decentralized organization, wiping them out in one stroke was difficult, but after Team 7’s arrival they had weakened nearly to the point of total collapse.
All the higher-ups had been captured and imprisoned, and only stragglers remained. This operation had greatly improved the Neutral Territory’s reputation of Kizen.
Simon handed his captive to Kamibarez and rose to his feet.
“Papers! Newspapers!”
Just then, a merchant with an old bag full of newspapers caught his eye.
Even Block would buy that newspaper exactly once a day.
Curious about what a Neutral Territory newspaper might be like, Simon approached the merchant, paid with silver coins, and purchased one.
“Ah……!”
Simon’s eyes widened as he unfolded the newspaper.
<A New Saint Emerges>
The news of a new Saint’s emergence sent the entire continent into upheaval.
In the newspaper’s photograph was a girl whose face was painfully familiar. In the image, as she waved to the crowds around her, her expression seemed thoroughly bored.
‘So it was you, Rette.’
Simon’s gaze shifted to the newspaper’s headline.

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