Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 624

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 624
In over a year since enrolling at Kizen, Simon had convinced himself he’d encountered every kind of strange person the world had to offer.
But this woman, who claimed to be a Saint, stood apart even among them.
Terrible burn scars that didn’t look like they came from ordinary fire, two eyes sewn shut with thread and sealed in an X pattern. Yet they weren’t completely sealed—through the loose stitches, her eyes were cracked open ever so slightly.
“Hmmmm—heh.”
She made an odd sound as she slouched, appearing to be of mixed blood—perhaps half-breed or of foreign descent. Her ears were long, and heavy ornaments hung from her frame with a metallic jangle.
‘……This is the Harvest Saint.’
Simon, watching, broke into a sweat.
‘Something’s off.’
Simon recalled the Saints he knew.
Anna, the Miracle Saint; Israphil, the Saint of Divine Calamity; and Rette, the Starlight Saint.
Compared to those women, this Saint’s appearance was nothing short of grotesque.
‘But she’s strong.’
It seemed the artifact was suppressing her Holy Power, but even so, an alien force radiated from her body.
Kassan looked overwhelmed just by standing close to her, positioning himself a step behind Simon.
“So you’re the one who’s supposed to guide me around, yeah―?”
Her words trailed off with a drowsy lilt.
Simon barely had time to process meeting a Saint before nodding his head.
“Yes, that’s correct.”
This had already been arranged.
Neftis’s agents had devised a plan for Simon and Kassan, both current students, to serve as her guides. It would draw less attention that way.
“……Still, it’s unexpected.”
Kassan, out of habit, scratched at his scar as he spoke.
“I never thought one of the legendary Seven Saints would come in person.”
“It shows how seriously we’re taking this situation, yeah―.”
Thump.
The Saint grabbed a plump chicken leg from the table.
“If Ever Kirei really has entered Rocksum―”
Crunch!
She tore into the chicken leg like a beast. The well-browned skin and white meat ripped away in long shreds.
“It’s ruin, yeah. The end of it will be war between the Federation and the Alliance.”
“Does the Sacred Federation know about this?”
“No way, yeah. This is a private visit, off the books. I came because Israphil asked me to, yeah.”
Simon’s eyes lit up.
‘So Aunt Israphil was involved after all!’
If she, who opposed war more than anyone, had stepped in, it was trustworthy. Kassan nodded, recognizing the name.
“We owe a great debt to the Saint of Divine Calamity, then.”
“Nyeh-eh.”
She was about to bite into the chicken leg again when suddenly wheat began growing from the meat. The Harvest Saint grimaced and set it down on her plate with a sharp thud.
“Don’t like vegetables.”
Simon broke into a sweat again.
‘What is this person saying?’
Had the Saint’s suppressed Authority activated? Wheat was spreading throughout the cave, growing denser by the moment. The dim cavern was becoming quite luminous.
“Can’t you do something about those?”
Kassan pointed at the wheat growing in the cave. The Harvest Saint fingered the Chalk Choker around her neck.
“Take it up with this artifact, yeah. It’s supposed to seal a Saint’s power, but it’s not very effective, yeah.”
Simon immediately recognized what it was.
‘That’s the choker Rette wore.’
Simon recalled the choker Rette had worn in the Sacred Federation, the one that sealed a Saint’s power. It had the same Chalk Choker design.
Now that he looked at it, it also resembled the choker Lorain wore to seal her Anomaly.
“Let’s get down to business then.”
Kassan moved to the main topic.
“We’ll patrol Rocksum together and search for traces of fanatics. We’d like you to focus on detection.”
The Harvest Saint, when barefoot on the ground, could sense people standing on the earth within a certain radius.
That range was vast enough to cover all of Rocksum.
“As for combat, we’d like you to leave that to me, Simon, and our Necromancer agents. If a Saint like yourself directly manifested Holy Power in battle, it would draw too much attention.”
“Nyeh-eh.”
She answered in her drowsy voice and draped her arms down.
“But here’s a fundamental question―”
The Saint’s eyes narrowed.
“Can they actually win against Ever Kirei?”
Kassan’s eyebrows twitched.
“Of course. Even if we fail to win, the moment we pinpoint his location, crow-ranked Necromancer reinforcements will arrive immediately.”
“You can’t win against someone just because you have more people or greater strength.”
The Harvest Saint laughed.
“You should understand why Israphil sent me.”
“…….”
“Fine. I’ll try things your way.”
She rose from her seat.
“Though finding him in the first place is questionable.”

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Simon, Kassan, and the Harvest Saint walked out into the streets.
She stood out so much that they’d dressed her in a brown hooded robe of unremarkable design.
Simon walked beside her, positioning himself between her and the crowd.
Step. Step.
Wherever she walked barefoot—through streets or along carriage roads—wheat bloomed out of season. Simon was too preoccupied trying to keep it hidden from view.
‘Rette makes stars scatter every time she moves, so do all Saints do something like that?’
“Heeeh―”
She exhaled something like a dispirited sigh and shambled forward.
Wondering if she was truly so unpredictable, he ventured to speak.
“As Student Council President, I thank you again, Saint. I never expected you to come help us from so far away.”
The Harvest Saint looked at Simon.
“No need to thank me. We failed to contain a rare variant that escaped us, so we have to deal with it ourselves.”
Simon paused for a moment, then asked carefully.
“By the way, who is this Israphil you mention—the one who sent you?”
“Oh, you mean my sister?”
She tilted her head quizzically.
“A Necromancer asking about everything, aren’t you curious.”
Simon stiffened.
He’d been so caught up in the strangeness of her presence that he hadn’t thought it through—but fundamentally, priests reject and viscerally despise the very existence of Necromancers by doctrine.
“If I’ve offended you, I apologize.”
“Israphil―”
The Harvest Saint spoke abruptly.
“She’s naively kindhearted.”
“……I see.”
“At the same time, she’s an idealist. Sending the Seven Saints to an enemy nation just to prevent war—that’s not a move anyone would easily make. It borders on treason.”
Simon swallowed hard, his face tightening. He resolved that the Harvest Saint’s presence must never be discovered by anyone. If only for Israphil’s sake, who had taken such a risk to help them.
The conversation lapsed, and they walked in awkward silence.
People reveled in the festival everywhere, rushing about noisily. From a nearby arena came the announcer’s shouts and the roaring cheers of spectators.
“That looks fun.”
She murmured in a flat, empty voice.
“Would you like me to tell you a bit about the festival?”
“No need.”
Silence again.
Simon, who had been stealing glances at the Harvest Saint’s expression, finally decided to broach a topic he’d been wanting to raise.
“Actually, come to think of it. The Sacred Federation recently had someone become a Saint.”
“Oh, you mean the Star Saint?”
Simon nodded, carefully hiding his enthusiasm.
“She was pretty.”
It was a terse observation from the senior Saint.
“Have you met her?”
“No. She’s still a student anyway. I’ve only seen her in photographs.”
“……I see.”
“And Israphil talks about her often.”
The Harvest Saint closed her eyes.
“She says she has the makings of someone to succeed her.”
“…….”
As they exchanged these words, they arrived at the location the Harvest Saint had mentioned.
It was a sandy beach where the sea came into view.
“This should do it.”
The Harvest Saint could sense all living creatures upon the ground where she stood, but to pinpoint a Priest like Ever Kirei—one who moved through the crowd with their Holy Power concealed—required a more elaborate method.
She needed to construct a formula that would allow her to fully exercise her Authority over a specific area.
“I’m starting now.”
She spoke while standing on the sand. The people milling about nearby suddenly began to slip away, one by one.
Simon, watching from the side, widened his eyes. “What did you just do?”
“Changed the atmosphere of this place.”
She tapped her own shoulders lightly.
“People just feel an urge to get away from here.”
“…Ah.”
“Step back. Necromancers can be dangerous.”
Simon and Kassan retreated, and the Harvest Saint began her work.
Whoosh—
Her legs traced a circle around her center point. Then she lowered her body and began sweeping patterns into the sand, drawing within the circle.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Her eyes closed, her body moving as if lost in trance—like a dancer’s movements. Everywhere her hands and feet moved, they left marks in the sand, etching out images and incantations.
‘This is…!’
A map.
She was drawing a map with nothing but gestures. Soon she raised her fingertips, gathering Holy Power, and let it fall drop by drop onto the mapped area.
Plip—
White Holy Power rippled outward across the sandy beach like waves. A strange gleam crossed her eyes, which seemed tethered by invisible threads.
“Found it. Holy Response.”
“!”
Simon and Kassan, astonished they could find it so quickly, rushed over. Across the entire map of the sandy beach, which had turned white, a single section remained the color of sand.
She pointed to the area that hadn’t changed color.
“It’s here. Since this is my first time in Rocksum, I’m not sure what’s nearby.”
“Near Serut Arena.”
Kassan, who recognized the location from the map alone, sprang to his feet at once.
“It’s in the immediate vicinity. We need to act now and apprehend them.”
“Wait, Kassan!”
Simon turned to look back.
“What about the Saint…!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be back soon.”
The Harvest Saint waved her hand dismissively.
“I won’t be much help since I’d need to use Holy Power to fight. But if things get dire, I’ll join in.”
“Isn’t it too dangerous for you to stay alone?”
She laughed softly.
“What do you take me for? A Necromancer.”
One of the Seven Saints in all the world—a warrior so formidable that even having guards seemed absurd.
Hearing her say as much, Simon nodded in agreement.
“Still, the area is dangerous. Please stay here, Saint.”
“Mmyeah.”
She yawned and nodded. Kassan immediately reported the location via Communication Crystal and instructed them to protect the Saint.

A park near Serut Arena, lined with street vendors’ stalls.
Most people were watching the match, so the park wasn’t particularly crowded. Simon and Kassan moved their heads about, searching for anyone suspicious.
‘Who is it?’
He was certain the Priest was here somewhere, but he couldn’t identify exactly who. Simon walked with an outward appearance of calm, yet his eyes darted about frantically.
‘Who’s the Priest? Who could it be?’
A couple on a bench whispering words of affection. Two parents chatting pleasantly with their daughter in her school uniform. Men purchasing food from a vendor stall. Subordinates running past while checking reports on Communication Crystals.
He couldn’t tell who was who.
‘Do I have to take in everyone here?’
Simon bit his lip.
‘On what grounds? And by what authority? If they’re not nearby, they’ll just slip away the moment they hear the commotion. What do I do?’
Simon lifted his head.
The match would end soon, and the crowds would pour out from the arena. Once the masses mixed together, there would be no way to find them. Kassan had already run ahead and was examining the faces of those he considered most suspicious.
But even that approach was unreliable.

‘…Right.’
Clarity struck Simon like lightning.
He bolted into the nearby outdoor restroom without hesitation.
Mercifully, it was empty. Simon closed his eyes.
‘I can do anything.’
Hum!
Holiness bloomed across his right palm.
‘I’ll use it as bait to draw out the fanatic.’
No matter how devoted a fanatic might be.
A Necromancer wielding Holy Power—they’d never see that coming.

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