Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 626

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 626
Crack-crack-crack!
Kassan seized the Priest, and the Chaos Sphere that Simon pulled forth hurtled toward her with ferocious speed.
“Grrgh!”
The Priest thrashed violently, trying to break free, then planted her feet hard against the ground. Two Anomaly arms erupted from the earth and seized the oncoming Chaos Sphere.
Crack-crack-crack!
But the Chaos Sphere did not stop.
Only after the Priest drew two more arms from the ground and grasped it did the power begin to wane, and finally four arms crumbled away, releasing the spear.
“Nuisances!”
Bang!
The Priest drove her elbow into Kassan’s chest. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he staggered, and another arm burst from the ground behind him, grabbed his head, and slammed it against the earth.
“Kassan!”
Simon rushed forward—
“Stop, if you value your life.”
At her sharp warning, Simon hit the brakes hard and looked up at the sky.
Whoooooooosh!
A vast Holiness moon had appeared overhead. Its radius was so wide that neither Simon nor Kassan could escape it even if they ran now.
‘When did she set that up…!’
Simon’s head snapped toward her. Ten Anomaly arms spread behind her back, undulating as they wove the elements of magical circles.
That was how she could deploy high-tier magic while simultaneously engaging in close combat.
“I don’t know why Holiness doesn’t work on Necromancers,”
the Priest said, lowering her arm,
“but brute force is another matter.”
A twisted white moon descended from the sky with a terrible roar. Rather than dodge, Simon fixed his gaze on the Anomaly arms that formed the spell.
‘If I destroy those arms, it will disrupt the magic.’
Simon moved his hand to his waist and was reaching for a new Chaos Sphere when—
Crunch!
One of the Anomaly arms bore a bite mark.
Crunch!
Snap!
Bite marks like those from a savage beast appeared in rapid succession across what had been an intact arm structure.
That was all it took. The mountain-sized array of ten arms collapsed, and the Holiness moon that carried physical force vanished with them.
“What?”
Everyone’s head turned.
Through the dust billowing up from the collapsing arms emerged a young man wearing a Raven Feather Cloak.
“My teeth are absolutely grinding. Just grinding.”
He walked over with a delinquent slouch, both hands shoved into his pockets.
“A Priest in the heart of Rocksum? How does that even make sense?”
His hair sprouted in grotesque, plant-like shapes, and a tree branch hung from his mouth as if plucked from the street.
‘A Raven Agent!’
Simon exhaled in relief. Meanwhile, Kassan, who had been pinned down, did not look pleased.
“Don’t come any closer!”
The Priest backed away, gesturing. Hands made of Anomaly force rose from the ground again.
“I warn you! If you think of these students’ safety, you will retreat—”
The Raven Agent simply chewed on the branch in his mouth.
Crunch!
With a raw, wet sound, blood spattered in droplets. A few drops splashed across Simon’s cheek and trickled down.
The Priest lowered her creaking head and looked at her own body.
A large, jagged wound like a beast’s bite gape open at her waist. Bone and viscera were exposed, and blood poured freely.
“The conditions for my Curse have already been met.”
The Raven Agent grinned wickedly.
Thud!
The Priest fell to her knees. Trembling in disbelief, she moved both hands toward the wound.
Crunch!
Snap!
Both her wrists tore open with bite marks. A scream tore from her throat.
“Did you think I’d let you cast a Healing spell? Vermin.”
The Raven Agent approached in his unpleasant slouch, knees rising sharply, and pressed his foot brutally against her head.
Bang!
The Priest’s head was driven into the dirt.
“What nerve brings you to this island? If you’re looking for a fight, at least bring the Saint or an Arch Paladin…….”
“Enough.”
The Raven Agent turned with a confused sound. Kassan was struggling to his feet.
“What? He’s just a student? How did a mere student survive a battle with a Priest?”
“No more talk.”
Kassan fixed him with a hard stare, breathing heavily.
“Get your leg off her. There’s information I need from her. It would be inconvenient if she died here.”
“Caw-caw.”
The Raven Agent chuckled.
“A student has no authority to command agents. Understand? Students just study hard, listen to your professors, that’s all you need to do.”
Crunch. Crunch.
Pressure mounted beneath the Raven Agent’s foot. The Fanatic’s face grew dangerously close to contorting in agony.
“Priests are just insects, you know? Why should we listen to what insects say? When a bug crawls into your home, you just step on it and crush it. Who’s going to complain?”
Thud!
The Raven Agent’s leg was suddenly swept to the side.
Simon had kicked the agent’s leg away, then closed the distance in a single stride and shoved his chest with an open palm.
“Student Council President Simon Polentia. My apologies.”
Simon was momentarily startled. He’d intended to knock the man down, but even with one leg in the air, the agent’s body wouldn’t budge.
“I intervened out of concern that evidence might be destroyed.”
“Oh, I see.”
The Raven Agent didn’t take offense. Instead, he laughed.
“So you’re this year’s Student Council President? Impressive.”
“You’re too kind.”
“Wait, what did you say your name was?”
“Simon Polentia.”
“Simon Polentia. Simon Polentia. Simon Polentia. Where have I heard that name before…… Ah!”
The Raven Agent, who had been mumbling the name vacantly, suddenly clapped his hands together.
“That’s it! I remember now! The student that my colleague Bahil is so fond of! Yes, yes!”
Simon’s eyes widened.
Bahil’s colleague? This person?
“Our friend Simon Polentia here. You see, my buddy’s got a problem. Want to hear about it?”
The Raven Agent placed a hand on Simon’s shoulder.
“My precious colleague Bahil hasn’t been spending time with me lately, and it’s got me down.”
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
Simon felt every warning light in his body flare red. A sensation like insects crawling across his skin seized him.
“Bahil’s a genius—several times more brilliant than me, dozens of times more obsessed. But lately, he’s focused only on his professorship, and it disappoints me.”
His pupils gleamed with an unsettling, cold light.
“Bahil belongs in the field. His genius is wasted trying to teach—ordinary people won’t understand half of what he says anyway. That brilliance should be used entirely to kill Priests. But instead, this genius has become fixated on one student and won’t even listen to me anymore.”
An emptiness crept into his gaze as it fixed on Simon.
“If that student were to vanish, would he come back to us?”
Danger.
Every cell in his body screamed it.
[Let me out, boy!]
Even Pier’s fragment was saying the same thing.
The moment Simon began to open a Subspace in the agent’s blind spot.
“What are you doing there, Quinter?”
A heavy voice reverberated through the air.
“…….”
Simon immediately froze, and the Raven Agent who had been called Quinter turned around.
A middle-aged man in a Raven Cloak stood with a grim, forbidding expression. Several Necromancer combatants flanked him.
“Ah.”
Quinter removed his hand from Simon’s shoulder and turned to face the newcomer.
“I was merely offering counsel to a junior from Kizen. Nothing more, senior.”
“Step back, Quinter. Unless you want to invite unnecessary suspicion.”
At the agent’s gesture, other Necromancers rushed forward and grabbed the unconscious Fanatic by both arms, hoisting her up.
“Severe bleeding.”
“We’ll begin emergency treatment.”
The Priest was quickly wrapped in bandages, then moved via Teleport Magic Circle. The Raven Agent approached Quinter.
“What are you doing here?”
“Well, what do you think?”
Quinter chewed on the twig clamped between his teeth, his shoulders rising in a shrug.
“Isn’t protecting Rocksum and Neftis our duty as Raven Agents? I was wandering about when I happened to sense Holiness, and well, here I am.”
“Quinter!”
“More importantly—who are all these people?”
Quinter cut off his senior’s words and glanced around at the Necromancer operatives surrounding them.
“No alarm went off at headquarters, yet someone clearly knew the Priest had entered Rocksum and laid an ambush accordingly.”
“…….”
“And then whisked him away without a hitch. Ha.”
Quinter spat out the twig between his teeth with a sharp sound. It bounced off his senior’s chest and rolled across the ground.
“This is why the Dark Alliance is a mess. Same team, yet everyone’s got so many secrets from each other.”
The senior Raven Agent exhaled deeply.
“It’s classified. I’ll explain everything after this is over.”
“Sure, sure, I’m sure you will.”
Tap.
Quinter stopped in his tracks, turned toward Simon, and flashed a grin. Simon felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine.
“Hope we run into each other again. Bahil’s student.”
Flap-flap-flap-flap-flap!
His body transformed into a flock of ravens and soared into the sky.

* * *
Once the commotion settled, Simon helped tend to Kassan’s wounds.
A special potion that worked only on Kassan’s body was sufficient—applied several times, it allowed him to recover and stand. All that remained were scars carved deeply into his flesh.
“Kassan, are you really alright?”
“I’m fine.”
Kassan rotated his creaking arm in circles, then moved his head side to side. With each motion came the sharp sound of bones settling back into place.
“Both of you worked hard.”
The senior Raven Agent who had sent Quinter off approached them. Kassan tilted his head and spoke quietly to Simon.
“You can trust this man. He’s with Neftis’s faction.”
“I see.”
Like Quinter, who was Bahil’s peer, this man seemed equally formidable.
His hair, beard, and stubble were all unified in a reddish-brown tone, flowing together. With his solid, sturdy bearing and impressive build, Simon momentarily wondered if he was a Combat Magic specialist.
Simon shook hands with the Raven Agent.
“I’m Student Council President Simon Polentia.”
“Call me by my codename: Aleister. I’ve heard much about you from Neftis already.”
“It’s an honor.”
Aleister nodded and let out a sigh.
“Thank goodness we managed to arrest the Fanatic before the Dark Festival truly begins…….”
“Are you certain the Priest we just captured is Ever Kire?”
Kassan interjected abruptly. Though his interruption cut short Aleister’s words, the older man showed no irritation and chuckled.
“She’s undergoing treatment at the moment. We’ll interrogate her properly once she regains consciousness. Her appearance differs somewhat from the photograph, but with her Supernatural Ability, changing her face and moving about would be child’s play.”
He turned his head.
“We owe a great debt to the Holy Maiden of Harvest. Where is she now?”
“She’s resting after using Detection Magic.”
“Let’s go see her.”

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Simon, Kassan, and the Raven Agent made their way to the beach.
She was seated calmly in the shade of a beach chair, apparently resting.
“Holy Maiden! We kept you waiting for so long……!”
Simon rushed forward, then stopped dead.
Something.
Was wrong.
“……Damn it.”
Kassan cursed under his breath. Simon’s expression went hollow as he fell to one knee.
The Holy Maiden of Harvest sat at the table with her legs crossed.
Only her jaw and lower face remained intact.
“…….”
A row of pristine crimson teeth was exposed.
And on the dirt ground beside her lay her severed face.
The cross-section was unnaturally clean—the trace of a Supernatural Ability.
‘The Saint.’
The Saint had been murdered.

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