Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner
Chapter 624

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 624

For more than a year after entering Keygen Simon boasted that he had met all the strange people he would see in his lifetime.

However this person who self-identified as a saint was unique among them.

Horrible burns that seemed not to have been caused by a normal fire two eyes sewn up with stitches and closed in the shape of an X. Still her eyes were slightly open between the loose stitches as if she were serving.

“Hmmhhhhhh.”

She slumped and made a strange noise like a mixed blood of different species. Her ears are long with heavy trinkets rattling on them.

‘…This person’s harvest saint.’

Simon who was watching sweated profusely.

‘Something.’

Simon thought of the saints he knew.

Miracle Saint Anna Goddess Israfil and Star Saint Lethe.

When I thought of those people this saintess’s appearance was bizarre.

‘But it’s strong.’

The effect of the artifact seemed to suppress her divinity but despite this a foreign power overflowed from her body.

Kazan seemed daunted just by getting close. He stood one step behind Simon.

“I heard that you will guide me is that right—?”

A long dangling horsetail.

For a moment Simon nodded even being surprised at the fact that he had met the saintess.

“Yes that’s right.”

That was part of the story already.

Nephthys’ agents devised a plan with Simon and Kazan active students guiding her as guides. That part will be less noticeable.

“…Anyway surprisingly.”

Kazan said scratching at his scars like a habit.

“I didn’t know that one of the seven great saints would come personally.”

“That’s why we are also taking this situation very seriously.”

Turn-up.

The saintess held the plump chicken leg on the table in her hand.

“If that ‘Everkire’ really came to Roch Island—”

Enemy!

She bit off the chicken leg like an animal. The well-grilled brown rind and white flesh were ripped apart.

“It’s ruin. The end will be a war between the Federation and the Alliance.”

“Does the Holy Federation know about this?”

“That can’t be the case. This is a private event and my personal event. I came here at the request of Israfil.”

Simon’s eyes sparkled.

‘As expected Aunt Israfil was involved!’

If she who opposes war more than anyone else stepped forward we could believe it. She nodded her head to see if she knew Kazan’s name too.

“You owe a great debt to the saintess of Shinhae.”

“To the point.”

Again she was about to bite off a chicken leg when wheat suddenly began to grow on the skin of the chicken leg. The Harvest Saint frowns at her and puts it on a plate! I put it down to make a sound.

“I hate vegetarianism.”

Simon broke out in a sweat.

‘What are you talking about this human?’

Did the saintess’ power that was suppressed activate? In addition to food wheat was growing more and more throughout the cave. The dark cave has turned quite glaring.

“How can they not?”

Kazan pointed to the wheat in the cave. The Harvest Saint touched the choke necklace around her neck.

“Ask for this artifact. It’s said to seal the power of the saintess but it’s not very effective.”

Simon immediately realized what it was.

‘It’s the necklace Lethe wore.’

Simon remembered the necklace that sealed the power of the saint that Lethe wore in the Holy Federation. It was the same chalk necklace design.

Looking at it again Lorraine looked similar to the necklace that sealed her abilities.

“Then let’s talk about work in earnest.”

Kazan got to the point.

“We will travel around Roch Island together looking for traces of the fanatics. I hope you will focus on detection.”

The Harvest Saint says that if you put your bare feet on the ground you will be able to detect people who are stepping on the ground within a radius.

Its range is vast enough to cover all of Roch Island.

“I want the battle to be left to me Simon and the necromancer agents. If a person equal to the size of a saint directly raises the divinity and fights it will stand out.”

“To the point.”

Answering in a languid voice she stretched her arms.

“But here’s a fundamental question—”

The saintess’ eyes narrowed.

“Can they beat Everkire?”

Kazan’s eyebrows twitched.

“Of course. Even if we don’t win as soon as the location is confirmed follow-up support from crow-level Necromancers will arrive.”

“It’s not an opponent that can be defeated just because there are a lot of people and because it’s strong.”

The Harvest Saint laughed.

“You must understand why Sister Israfil sent me.”

“….”

“I’ll try to do as you please.”

she got up from her seat

“I wonder if I can replace it.”

* * *

Simon Kazan and the Harvest Saint came out and walked.

Since she was so striking I decided to wear a brown hooded robe with a modest design.

Simon walked side by side as if to hide the saintess from the crowd.

cold. cold.

Either on the street or on the carriage road. Wherever she walked in her bare feet wheat that was out of season for her rose. Simon was busy trying to keep it out of sight.

‘Lethe also gets stars when she does something but are all saints like that?’

“Huh-“

She walks as if waddling letting out something like a lethargic sigh.

I tried to talk to him thinking that he was an unpredictable person.

“As the student council president thank you again saintess. I didn’t expect you to come to help from such a far distance.”

The Saint of Harvest also saw Simon.

“You don’t have to thank us. We have to deal with the strange species that escaped because we couldn’t manage it.”

Simon pondered for a moment then asked indirectly.

“That… what kind of person is Israfil who is said to have sent the saintess?”

“Oh sister?”

she tilted her head.

“Necromancers are curious about everything.”

Simon suddenly came to his senses.

I didn’t think of it because it was so monstrous but Priest basically denies the existence of a necromancer based on its doctrine and hates it extremely.

“I apologize if you were offended.”

“Sister Israfil—”

The Harvest Saint said abruptly.

“You’re a good person.”

“…ah.”

“At the same time you’re an idealist. No matter how much you have to prevent a war sending seven saints to a hostile country is an idea that can’t be easily done. It’s a high treason charge.”

Simon swallowed his saliva with a hard face. I thought that I should never let people know about the Harvest Maid. Even for the sake of Israfil who helped out too much this time.

The conversation stopped for a moment and we walked in awkward silence.

People enjoying the festival were running around noisily all over the place. In the nearby stadium the emcee’s shouts and the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd poured out.

“Looks like fun.”

she murmured in a soulless voice.

“Yeah right? Can you tell me a little bit about the festival?”

“There’s no need for that.”

And static again.

Simon who was glancing at the Saint of Harvest decided to talk quietly about the topic he wanted to bring up.

“Th-Come to think of it. In the Holy Federation there are some who became saints just recently.”

“Ah the saintess of the stars?”

Simon nodded his head trying to hide his welcome feeling.

“It was pretty.”

It was the simple impression of a senior saintess.

“Have you ever met him?”

“No. You’re still a student. I only saw it in pictures.”

“…aha.”

“And I often heard about it from Israfil unnie.”

The Harvest Saint closed her eyes.

“It’s a piece of wood worthy of succeeding in his footsteps.”

“….”

While talking about this and that we arrived at the place the Harvest Saint told us about.

It was a sandy beach overlooking the sea.

“This should be enough.”

The Harvest Saint said that she could detect all living things on the ground she stepped on but it would be more complicated to accurately capture a Priest wandering around the crowd hiding a divinity like Everkire.

In a specific area you have to formulate a formula that can clearly demonstrate your power.

“Let’s begin.”

she said as she stepped on the sand. The crowd of people nearby suddenly started leaving one by one.

Simon who was watching opened his eyes wide and asked.

“What did you do?”

“It changed the energy of the place.”

She tapped me on the shoulder.

“Somehow people feel like they want to get out of here.”

“…oh.”

“Stand back. Necromancers can be dangerous.”

Simon and Kazan retreated and the Harvest Saint began to work.

Chow ah-

Her legs circled around her. Then she lowered herself and began drawing in circles sweeping her sand.

Chow ah-

Chow-

She closed her eyes and moved as if intoxicated. It’s like a dance move. Every space her limbs moved she left her mark in the sand and she began to write pictures and spells.

‘This…!’

It was a map.

She was drawing a map with only gestures. She soon raised her fingertips and gathered her divinity which she dripped onto the map.

Again –

The white divinity spread like a wave soaking the sandy beach. Her eyes were gripped by her stitches.

“I found it. Divine reaction.”

“!”

Simon and Kazan who did not expect to replace them at once rushed to them. While the entire map of the sandy beach was dyed white only one part was just the color of sand.

She pointed to the area where the color had not changed.

“Here. It’s my first time at Roch Island so I don’t know where it is.”

“It’s near Serut Stadium.”

Kazan who noticed immediately after looking at the map jumped up from his seat.

“It’s right around the corner. We have to go out and catch it.”

“Wait Kazan!”

Simon looked back.

“The saintess…!”

“Don’t worry let’s go.”

The Harvest Saint lightly waved her hand and said.

“I can’t help you because I need to use my divinity to fight. If the situation gets serious I’ll join you.”

“Wouldn’t it be too dangerous to be alone?”

she laughed

“What do you think of me? Necromancer.”

One of only seven saints in the world. In fact she was so strong that even having an escort made her laugh.

When she said that Simon nodded too.

“Still the surroundings are dangerous so please stay here!”

“To the point.”

I saw her yawning and nodding. She told Kazan to immediately report her location to her comm and to protect her saintess.

* * *

A park with street vendors near Serut Stadium.

Most people were watching the game and there weren’t too many people in the park. Simon and Kazan moved their heads to replace the suspicious person.

‘Who is it?’

It is certain that there is a Priest here but it is not clear who exactly is the Priest. Simon walked around pretending to be calm on the outside but his eyes were rolling wildly.

‘Who is the Priest? how!’

A couple sitting on a bench and whispering love two parents talking affectionately with their daughter in school uniform men buying food at a street vendor and minions running after receiving a report through a communication crystal ball.

I couldn’t tell who was who.

‘Should I take everyone here?’

Simon bit his lip.

‘wherefore? Also with what qualifications? If you’re not around me it’s enough to just run away after hearing the commotion. What should I do?’

Simon raised his head.

Soon the match will be over and spectators will pour out of the stadium. If the crowds mix you will never be able to replace them. Kazan ran first and checked the faces of the suspicious people he thought he was.

But that kind of method alone is ambiguous.

‘…okay.’

Simon’s head flashed.

Simon quickly ran into a nearby outdoor bathroom.

Fortunately no one was there. Simon closed his eyes.

‘I can do anything.’

Whoops!

Divinity bloomed in his right hand.

‘I’m going to bring out the fanatics with carrots.’

No matter how fanatical you may be.

It would be unexpected that a necromancer could use divinity.

NECROMANCER ACADEMY’S GENIUS SUMMONER CHAPTER 625