Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 416

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Chapter 416
‘Is he about to summon the White Dragon Lan?’
Seeing Simon’s eyes gleam, Rette understood what he was thinking and let out a soft laugh.
“If I summoned Lan here, she’d burn the entire city to ash.”
“Then what are you planning?”
“Just watch.”
Rette drew forth two divine beasts from her Sacred Subspace.
One resembled a tortoise, the other a mountain bird. Like all divine beasts, their bodies gleamed white, and holiness shimmered in their eyes.
“I’m counting on you. Mimi. Lala.”
Rette closed her eyes and placed her hand on the tortoise divine beast’s shell.
The divine beast drank in her holiness like a sponge absorbing water, then erupted in a blinding radiance.
‘Wait—could it be—?’
Simon’s eyes widened in shock.
It resembled the moment Whitey had infused holiness into Blackie. Though the kittens had reverted to their original forms midway through.
Whoooosh!
This tortoise divine beast succeeded in its transformation all the way through.
Watching the light separate and recombine within the glow, Simon found himself recalling words from Professor Parahan, his Divine Defense instructor.
—You’ve heard of Akan, the continent’s mightiest Arc Paladin? He transforms his drake into an airship form and pilots it about.
Among those rare divine beasts, only a select few could achieve such a thing—Object Transformation.
The tortoise divine beast had burrowed into the ground, taking on the appearance of a makeshift underground bunker.
“You seem quite interested in divine beast studies. Pay close attention.”
Rette smiled faintly as she spoke.
“Lala, get ready.”
—Kaw!
The bird-shaped divine beast soared skyward. In the meantime, Rette layered multiple Amplification Magic Circles across the bunker that the tortoise divine beast had become.
“Mimi.”
The bunker’s ceiling—no, its shell—opened with a heavy metallic groan, and countless bursts of brilliant light erupted skyward from within.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
The bursts of light pierced through multiple layers of Amplification Magic Circles and shot into the air.
Simon gasped in alarm.
“Wait, Rette! What are you doing?! At this rate—!”
Rette silently placed a finger to her lips, then activated the White Magic inscribed upon her body.

With her eyes closed, she gazed down upon the entire battlefield through the eyes of the bird divine beast hovering overhead.

She then adjusted the trajectory of the fleeing light. Hundreds of beams that had been shooting skyward suddenly changed direction in an instant.
For a moment, the city became bright as midday.

Then pillars of light rained down like a torrent.
Thunk!
One struck the back of a goblin’s skull—the very goblin that had been about to finish off a wounded City Guard member.
Thunk! Crack!
Beams found the throats of goblins scaling walls and those pausing to gawk at corpses.
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!
Goblins that had breached into buildings fell in slaughter.
Over a hundred goblins that had invaded the city—their positions pinpointed with perfect precision, their lives extinguished in a single instant.
Thud! Thud!
In mere seconds, over a hundred bodies were erased from the field.
The citizens of the city, and Simon standing beside them, let out gasps of admiration.
‘As expected!’
This was the power of Efnel’s top-ranked saint in active service.
Of course, that divine beast technique was not the authority of a saint. It was purely a skill that Rette herself had studied and honed during her time in Efnel.
“Phew.”
Beads of sweat dotted her brow as she shook out her white hair and opened her eyes.
“Thank you both. Mimi, Lala.”
—Caw!
The bird descending from the sky returned to perch upon her shoulder, and the tortoise that had become a fortress of steel returned to its original form in a shimmer of light.
“That was incredible! Just now—that was Object Transformation, wasn’t it?”
“It was. To add, I only make use of divine beasts that have chosen me. Lan is no exception.”
Rette replied matter-of-factly as she sent the two divine beasts back into her Sacred Subspace.
Then he pulled out another Divine Beast.
Boom!
This one was quite large—a Divine Beast that resembled a moving tree.
Rette raised her palm and infused it with Divine Power, then spoke.
“Everyone, come out.”
At her command, hundreds of fireflies radiating Divine Power burst from within the leaves.
“Prioritize treating the wounded.”
The fireflies scattered in all directions.
They flew to the fence perimeter and into the city, alighting on the wounds of the injured. Then, shining with the Divine Power Rette had instilled in them, they began mending the wounds.
‘A hundred strikes at once, and now she’s healing a hundred people simultaneously!’
Rette, feeling Simon’s gaze, let out a soft laugh.
“Now do you understand? The power of Divine Beasts is in a different class entirely from a Necromancer’s Undead!”
Simon smiled wryly. She was framing this as another Necromancer-versus-Priest showdown.
“It’s a shame I can’t show you a Lich here.”
“What’s that?”
“There is one. If you saw it, you’d faint—an Undead so formidable that… oh, wait!”
Simon spotted someone and rushed toward them.
A City Guard lay slumped against a tree, a massive sword wound gaping across his abdomen.
“Pardon me.”
Rette brought her hand to the wound.

Whoooosh!
The wound began closing rapidly. Color gradually returned to the man’s pale face as his groans subsided.
“Are you conscious?”
“Ugh! The… the Lord! The Lord was…!”
“Do you know where the Lord is?”
Rette replied calmly.
“A boss-class monster leading the goblins—we saw it. The Lord took soldiers to fight….”
The Guard struggled to raise his arm and point. Simon cried out.
“Acalion!”
The two of them mounted Acalion and raced in the direction the Guard had indicated.
“It looks like White Goblins weren’t the only ones that invaded.”
Rette, holding onto Simon’s waist, looked around as they rode. The forest was littered with dead monsters.
“No—these are monsters that came at different times.”
“How can you tell that?”
“By examining the corpses, I can estimate when and how they died.”
Rette muttered, ‘True to form for a Necromancer.’
“Judging by the state of those bodies, this city’s been under constant attack for nearly a week straight. Today’s battle seems fiercer than before.”
“No food supplies, and monster attacks on top of that—your Lord must have a lot on his mind.”
The further they went, the more corpses they encountered. Especially fresh ones—White Goblins freshly slain by sword, their bodies scattered everywhere.
But the Lord himself seemed extraordinarily powerful. In the wake of his blade strikes, trees and monsters lay toppled in disarray—all bearing wounds from a single man.
“There!”
Rette pointed ahead, and Simon saw a mustachioed man battling a massive creature covered in white fur. A large, deep wound wept blood across his chest.
-Kee-kee-kee-kee-kee!
The surrounding White Goblins quickly cut off Simon’s path. Acalion roared powerfully, but the monsters didn’t retreat.
“Move!”
With this, Simon thrust both arms forward and unleashed a prepared White Magic spell.
A Holy Spear materialized in mid-air, and bands of Divine Power fluttered around it, swiftly forming the shape of a drill.

With a thunderous report, a beam of brilliant light burst forth, hurling aside every monster in its path and streaking onward.
It plunged directly into the chest of the boss monster battling the middle-aged man.
Crash!!
The Holy Spear dragged the boss monster dozens of meters further before it slammed into a boulder. The rock fractured with a grinding crack, and the creature vomited blood.
“Who… who are you…!”
The man, clutching at the wound in his chest, could hold on no longer and dropped to one knee.
Simon dismounted from Acalion and swung his Greatsword, driving the goblins back.
“Rette! Healing, please.”
But Rette stood with a somewhat blank expression. No—looking more closely, her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson.
“H… how….”
Her hands trembled visibly.
“How in the world are you using that technique?!”

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When the battle ended, dawn had broken.
The two of them finally made their way to the Reception Hall of Lord’s Castle.
“Laus! We apologize for the considerable trouble we’ve caused you, holy priests.”
The Lord, wrapped in large bandages across his torso, bowed deeply. The two of them returned the courtesy with formal gestures.
“I thought tonight would surely be our last, but thanks to you both, we’ve managed to reduce our casualties greatly. We are deeply grateful.”
“That’s all that matters.”
Rette crossed her legs with a satisfied air.
“I pray you give thanks to the merciful goddess for her grace.”
“O-of course. I felt certain that the goddess had not yet abandoned us!”
After a few exchanges in the Sacred Federation’s characteristic manner, Simon broached the real subject.
“How dire is the situation in your territory right now?”
At the question, the Lord’s expression hardened.
“In truth, by tomorrow, all food supplies in my domain will be exhausted.”
“By tomorrow?”
“……Yes. The sea remains frozen solid. The extreme cold persists, and it’s impossible for all my subjects to cross the mountain range teeming with monsters.”
His fists trembled with barely contained fury.
“This—all of it—is because of that accursed village.”
Simon leaned forward intently.
“You speak of a village……?”
“In the northern mountains lies a village called Escail.”
Of course.
It was the destination of the mission they’d been hearing about all along, and soon the place where the two of them would infiltrate as teachers.
“Escail has mages who command the Snow Woman and manipulate ice and snow.”
“Snow Woman……?”
“A being from legend. But never mind that—all of this catastrophe is a vile scheme by the people of Escail to drive Kula into ruin!”
The root cause of all this calamity was the extreme cold.
As the climate shifted, the city of Kula could no longer function as a resort or as a cultivation ground for Sacred Leaves.
With the sea frozen over, the only trade route and escape path was cut off, and monsters driven down from the Snowy Mountains by the bitter cold had begun attacking the city.
Simon suspected that this extreme cold was connected to the ‘evil’ Israphil had spoken of, felt somewhere to the north.
“Their misdeeds are not merely one or two!”
The Lord began pouring out his grievances and hatred toward Escail like water through a broken dam.
Kula had been cultivating Sacred Leaves using pure water drawn from the clean valleys of the Snowy Mountains, but people from Escail had once poisoned these waters with a terrible toxin, killing hundreds of tons of Sacred Leaves in an instant.
Moreover, monsters that had never existed on the continent began appearing frequently in the mountain range, all of them hostile to Kula and launching endless assaults on the city.
Even disappearances of young people had become frequent in Kula.
According to witnesses, people wearing white fur garments—traditional Escail clothing—had been seen nearby.
‘Well, I can’t judge based solely on one side’s account.’
Hearing it all like this, they did sound like genuinely terrible people.
“We, too, won’t simply sit here waiting for death.”
The Lord’s gaze, turbulent with rage, turned toward the snowy mountain range in the distance.

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Simon and Rette walked away from Lord’s Castle.
“As soon as we get to our lodgings, we need to prepare.”
Rette said this abruptly.
“Prepare for what?”
“I was planning to rest leisurely for about three days and gather information, as Israphil suggested, but that won’t work now. The situation is far more serious than I thought.”
She lifted her head and looked Simon directly in the eye.
“Today—no, right now. We need to head to Escail immediately.”

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