Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 622

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 622
Simon and Kassan relocated to a secluded spot.
A narrow, dark alley devoid of foot traffic—the kind of place where no one lingered.
Kassan leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, eyes shut. Simon’s mind churned equally with tension.
‘Kassan showing up here of all places.’
The Saint Incident, and the Blood Heavenly Cult Incident as well.
Every major crisis that had erupted at the school thus far had involved Kassan in the investigation. He was trusted deeply by Neftis—which meant his appearance now almost certainly signaled something dangerous.
“An incident? What’s happened?”
Finally, curiosity won out, and Simon was the first to speak.
“…There’s no concrete evidence yet, but.”
Kassan’s eyes slid open. His already keen gaze seemed sharper than ever today.
“I’ve had the Information Guild investigate from multiple angles, and I’m fairly certain of my conclusion.”
“Please, tell me. I’ll help with whatever I can.”
“Thank you.”
At those words, Simon felt something warm bloom in his chest.
Until now, whenever Simon offered to help, Kassan would draw a firm line—you’re just a regular student, go enjoy school life, and all the rest. But now Kassan had come asking for his aid.
He was being recognized as a real asset.
The thought sent a ticklish thrill through him.
“It concerns an incident.”
At last, Kassan began.
“Word came down that a fanatic from the Sacred Federation has infiltrated the Dark Festival.”
Simon felt the hair on his entire body stand on end.
“A fanatic?”
“Yes. And a Grade 1 Dangerous Individual at that.”
Since the war’s end, the thing that haunted the citizens of the Dark Alliance most was the fanatical terrorists who crossed over from the Sacred Federation.
They were unpredictable instruments of terror.
By day they masqueraded as ordinary citizens, then struck—detonating explosives in plazas, torching villages, committing random murders and acts so vile and grotesque that decent people could hardly speak of them. Wherever they passed, only tragedy remained in their wake.
There was wisdom in the old saying: murder without reason is the most terrifying kind.
The fanatics repeated only one phrase—”the will of the Goddess”—yet wrought destruction beyond counting. The citizens could make no sense of it. Lately, terrorist attacks had dwindled, true, but fear of the fanatics still ran deep through the Dark Alliance.
And now, one such fanatic—
‘…is somewhere on this island?’
Simon’s expression darkened.
He’d wandered the Dark Festival briefly; the crowds were dense everywhere. If explosives or Sacred Power destructive magic detonated in the Arena alone, the carnage would be unimaginable.
“It’s not as though this hasn’t happened before.”
Kassan slipped his hands into his pockets and continued.
“The Dark Festival draws all manner of people. But in every past case, Kizen’s investigation net caught them before harm was done, or the damage remained minimal.”
“That’s fortunate, at least.”
“But this year is genuinely dangerous.”
Kassan’s jaw clenched.
“A Grade 1 threat—and one exceptionally skilled at concealing himself. The scope of devastation he could unleash is beyond easy calculation.”
“How dangerous is a Grade 1 threat exactly?”
Kassan met Simon’s eyes directly.
“A Saint.”
“…!”
“The same rank as one of the Seven Saints of the Sacred Federation you’d meet on the battlefield. That should tell you enough.”
Remembering the Saint Incident he’d lived through before, Simon felt ice crawl down his spine.
“If such a being unleashed terror in the heart of the Dark Alliance—in Rocksum itself—and during the Dark Festival no less…”
“Yes.”
Kassan exhaled slowly.
“War.”
War.
The weight of that word made Simon’s throat tighten.
“Then we can’t waste time like this!”
Simon bolted from the alley, his voice ringing out.
“We have to shut down the Dark Festival now! If a Sacred Federation fanatic is here, then a festival doesn’t matter—”
“Didn’t I mention it.”
Kassan shook his head.
“There’s no solid proof the fanatic actually reached Rocksum. Only circumstantial evidence and suspicion so far.”
Simon stopped in his tracks.
“Unless the situation is truly critical, Kizen headquarters will proceed with the Dark Festival. They’ve already postponed it once due to the Saint Incident—if they cancel again for a Sacred Federation matter, Kizen’s reputation will be ruined.”
“……I suppose so.”
“Suspicion alone isn’t enough. We need concrete evidence.”
Simon’s hand clenched involuntarily.
“Best case, we capture the fanatic ourselves. Failing that, we expose their identity, gather evidence, and shut down the Dark Festival.”
“Right.”
Kassan gestured toward the back of the alley.
“I’ll share what we’ve learned so far. We can talk as we move.”
As the Student Council President of the school, Simon couldn’t stay removed from this affair.
No—that was precisely why a Student Council President existed, to prevent crises like this.
Simon nodded, resolve settling into his shoulders.

* * *
Rattle, rattle!
Simon and Kassan rode in a carriage across the city.
The carriage’s interior bore various security-related magic circles, including a Soundproofing Magic Circle, and the driver was no ordinary person—another Necromancer operative like Kassan.
Click.
Kassan broke the seal on a pitch-black briefcase resting on his lap and withdrew a black envelope from within.
Simon recognized it immediately.
‘A Grade 1 Classified Document a headquarters official gave me before I left for the Ivory Tower.’
Master of the Ivory Tower Bermud was targeting Kizen.
This was an issue of nearly equivalent magnitude.
“Read it, Simon.”
Kassan offered the envelope. Simon accepted it carefully with both hands.
“Goes without saying—disclosure to outsiders is forbidden.”
“Understood.”
“That includes Student Council members, professors, ravens, and Kizen headquarters alike.”
“That… strictly, sir?”
Kassan closed his eyes, his face weary.
“A flaw in the Dark Alliance’s structure. You never know who might be a spy leaking information.”
Simon gestured to himself, bewildered.
“Then why am I being shown information the professors can’t access……?”
“It’s Neftis’s directive.”
Kassan answered matter-of-factly.
“Neftis has judged you to be a trustworthy ally.”
“Ah……!”
Touched, Simon hastily broke the seal on the documents.
He wanted to be useful to Neftis and Kassan, who believed in him.
<The contents of this document must not be disclosed to third parties.>
<Grade 1 Dangerous Individual – Ever Kirey>
‘There she is.’
Simon flipped through the pages.
‘!’
Her photograph was there.
A black-and-white image, yet terrifying enough to make his heart freeze just from looking at it.
An expressionless woman, her vacant eyes boring through the viewer with chilling intensity.
‘……So this is the fanatic from the Sacred Federation.’
He turned the page.
Simon continued flipping through the documents.
-Ever Kirey. No information regarding birthplace.
-Age seven: First Sacred Compatibility Test. Result: incompatible.
-Age ten: Three additional Sacred Compatibility Tests completed. All results: incompatible.
-Age sixteen: Manifested Sacred Power at an unusually late age.
-Age sixteen: Passed all 19 Trials and Holiness Comprehension on a single attempt. Examiner’s note: transcendent spiritual fortitude and faith.
-Age seventeen: Enrolled at Efnel.
Simon’s mouth fell open.
‘She’s from Efnel!’
He turned the page.
The next photograph showed her in the pristine white Efnel School Uniform—the same one Rette wore so often that it had become familiar to him at a glance.
Not the terrifying woman from the first photograph.
Just an ordinary seventeen-year-old girl, the kind you’d see anywhere.
It seemed to be shortly after enrolling at Efnel. Surrounded by wreaths congratulating her on admission, she stood among friends, making a V-sign and laughing.
Flip.
What on earth was happening to this person?
Simon turned to the next page.
—Age 17. Entrance examination results showed an Anomaly. Joined the Special Ability Class at Efnel.
—Age 17. According to professors at Efnel, this is a type of Anomaly never before discovered.
‘An Anomaly user, then.’
Simon’s finger moved as if checking a box, then his gaze dropped.
—Age 17. Midterm scores in the upper-middle range. Shows particular strength in Theology of the Holy and Sacred Mechanics.
—Age 17. Appears to struggle somewhat with school life and coursework. Repeatedly mutters strange things, claiming to have seen the Goddess, seen angels. Classmates report finding it unnerving.
—Age 17. Displays abnormal fixation on doctrine. Becomes animated in class and argues that the professor’s teachings are wrong. Insists the Goddess did not say such things, weeping as she protests.
—Age 17. During the Harvest Festival, served food to students in the Special Ability Class. Apologizes to them, saying she had been far too sensitive up until now. The students accept her apology and share the meal.
Thud.
“We’ve arrived!”
Just as Simon was becoming absorbed in his reading, the coachman called out while stopping the carriage.
Kassan quickly opened the door and jumped out, speaking as he went.
“Go over the details again later. We’re at the scene now.”
“Yes, understood.”
Simon tucked the black envelope into his bag, secured it carefully in his Subspace, and rushed out with Kassan at a quickened pace.
“Here it is.”
It was a street stall near the waterfront.
The surrounding stalls were empty, with only one person remaining at this one. The stall owner was busily making something.
“Pardon me.”
Kassan approached bluntly, dropping the words without preamble.
“Yeah, come on in.”
The stall owner replied. Taking Kassan’s signal, Simon glanced at the menu and spoke.
“Two green teas, please?”
“Ah yes, yes indeed.”
The stall owner lowered his posture and went to prepare the drinks.
Simon tilted his head in confusion. It seemed like just an ordinary stall.
“Well now, welcome. When did you arrive?”
Just then he lifted his head.
“You just saw us arrive a moment ago?”
“Right, right. What should I get you?”
“Two green teas……”
“Right.”
He lowered himself, then suddenly sprang back up.
“Well now, welcome.”
“?”
Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. Welcome.
He continued repeating the same greeting, stammering. As if his body had malfunctioned, he kept saying “welcome” over and over.
A chill crept up Simon’s spine and he took a step back.
“This is……”
“Yes.”
Kassan’s expression hardened as well.
“A fanatic must have passed through here.”
What could possibly do this to a person?
Simon stood dazed for a moment before speaking.
“Now that you mention it, you said that fanatic has an Anomaly, right?”
“Yes.”
“I rushed out before finishing the report, so I didn’t get a proper look at it. What kind of Anomaly is it?”
Kassan shook his head.
“It’s a long explanation. Neither the Dark Alliance nor the Sacred Federation has been able to define the power she possesses.”
“…Excuse me?”
Simon quickly retrieved the documents from his Subspace again and read the back section.
—Age 17. During the Harvest Festival, served food to students in the Special Ability Class. Apologizes to them, saying she had been far too sensitive up until now. The students accept her apology and share the meal.
—Age 17. The next day, the students in the Special Ability Class regain consciousness only to realize they have been eating rabbits from the school’s hutch raw, sliced with a steak knife. They collapse in shock. Ever Kirey claims this is a Harvest Festival tradition.
—Age 17. Three classmates, unable to overcome the psychological trauma, withdraw from school.
‘….’
Something.
I had the distinct feeling I’d stumbled into something terribly dangerous.

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