Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner – 292



Chapter 292

My mother burned to death.

A surging white flame. My mother’s hands painfully scraped against the wall to the point her nails would be crushed.

At the time young Figaro didn’t know why things like that happened.

“Your mom had the privilege to be chosen by the ‘Essence of the Saintess’. However her lack of faith and piety prevented her body from enduring it.”

“It’s a shame but we can’t do anything about it.”

He couldn’t be convinced by what the adults said.

He wanted to convince himself.

Figaro tried and eventually entered the essence research institute run by Israfill the Saintess of the Divine Sea.

Israfill had been researching behind the pope’s back on how to remove the Essence of the Saintess from the human body and prevent its entry.

He didn’t know her reasons but their goals were aligned so Figaro studied the Essence of the Saintess there.

The more he researched the more the anger and resentment inside him melted away like snow in the spring. Before he knew it a new emotion had blossomed.

Wonder.

He was mesmerized by the power of the Essence of the Saintess of which only seven existed in the whole world.

He researched it fanatically trying to unlock its secrets. None of the institution’s researchers had ever surpassed his achievements. But…

“You crossed the line Figaro.”

He was fired.

It happened that Israfill found out about his reckless experimentation on a living body.

His workplace changed. It was a mundane priestly job managing an abbey but he was still fascinated by the Essence of the Saintess and so he continued his research.

People who came to pray.

People who came to consult him about their problems.

He would often drug them little by little telling them it’s ‘Holy Water’.

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When he had free time he would conduct experiments on living monsters.

“Brother Figaro! Wh-What are these?”

The secret didn’t last long and he was discovered by his senior again.

Efnel despised science.

People aren’t curious about how the ‘Essence of the Saintess’ works.

Being chosen by the Essence simply meant being chosen by the great Goddess Deva.

And if you died because you couldn’t accept the Essence it just meant that you were lacking in faith.

They would close their minds and simply accept it.

After all it was the power of the Goddess.

It must not be questioned and it must not be doubted.

Simply accept things as they are.

That was the rule of Efnel.

Figaro couldn’t understand this culture though.

Why?

Why aren’t people curious about it?

Why are there only seven Essences?

Why could only women become Saintesses?

What standard does the Essence look for in the chosen humans?

Could a man also become a Saintess?

Figaro’s thirst and obsession with the Essence intensified as days passed and he eventually lost his second job as well.

A few months later he found himself working in a neutral area.

He had clearly been shunted away but it wasn’t so bad. At least it gave him more freedom to experiment away from the prying eyes of the Federation.

And one day it happened while he was living in the neutral area.

He met ‘her’.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

The whole house was blazing white.

He heard a little girl screaming in agony.

It was identical to what he saw when his mother died.

The villagers fetched buckets of water and threw them onto the flames but it was never enough.

Figaro ran into the house.

Inside he saw a six-year-old girl burning amongst white flames.

The emotion Figaro felt when he saw the little girl burning…

It was neither pity nor sympathy and not even sadness.

It was jealousy.

Envy even.

Figaro thought he was strong. Stronger than anyone else at least in this town.

‘I spent the night in this town too! Why did the power of the Saintess go to a kid like her instead of me?’

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With that in his mind Figaro used all of the knowledge from his research to rescue Sasha. He sealed the Essence of Purification into a magic circle he drew on her body. He was confident that he was the only one on the continent capable of doing this.

But it would only last two months at most.

In that given time he planned to obtain the Essence and become a Saintess himself.

How could a man become a Saintess?

It was simple actually.

Allow the girl Sasha to accept the Essence of Purification into her body.

Then he’d only need to take control of her body.

Her body would become a tool a vessel for the Essence.

And thus he would become a Saintess through controlling her.

Clueless about all this she followed her life’s savior—Figaro—and saw him as her godfather. To ensure her body could withstand the Essence of Purification he created a drug that would cause her abilities to run rampant.

Progressing smoothly with his research something unexpected happened.

The Holy Federation sent people to the neutral area to retrieve those they had labeled as ‘Saintess candidates’ having grown impatient when the next Saintess of Purification had yet to appear.

He had to somehow stop Sasha from falling into Efnel’s hands.

Figaro used all his connections to become the conductor for the mission to take her in and decided to stall for time by welcoming the students sent by Efnel. In the meantime he bribed a gang to take Sasha and run away with her.

He planned to ditch the students somewhere with his authority as a conductor and then leave with Sasha.

But this time Kizen intervened.

They defeated the gang and captured Sasha so he had to change plans.

He brought in the priests from Efnel to go head-to-head against them wanting both groups to be annihilated in the process.

While the two sides engaged in a fierce battle Figaro snatched Sasha from them and escaped.

Time was running out.

Both Efnel and Kizen had realized Sasha’s potential and once the students failed they would send in the real deal.

It was a little earlier than what he had planned…

But he decided to become a Saintess.

‘…What is that?’

Simon repeatedly doubted his eyes.

It was only yesterday that he was in this village with his group and such a huge tree was nowhere to be seen.

[Boy.]

He heard Pier’s voice.

[Hold on a second. I’ll show you the top of that tree.]

Jet-black flashed in the right eye of Pier’s skull-helm and it turned into some kind of mirror zooming in his vision far beyond what was normally possible.

“…!”

Simon’s face turned pale.

Figaro the man with orange hair who Sasha called her godfather was standing at the top of the tree.

His lower half was fused to the tree with only his head and torso protruding out. Some parts of his skin had changed into wood as well.

And there was a face just beneath him that Simon spotted.

‘Sasha…!’

Sasha’s entire body was buried in the tree with only her face exposed. Her eyes were closed as if she were unconscious.

Simon shuddered in shock.

‘You’re saying this huge tree is Sasha?’

[Who goes there?]

Just then a loud voice reverberated throughout the inside of the barrier covering the town.

It was Figaro’s voice.

[I can feel an intruder’s presence. Who are you to break through the barrier with force?]

Simon’s whole body trembled. He sensed an overwhelming kind of power.

He was certain of it. It was the exact same sense of dread as when he faced the previous Saintess of Purification Flema.

‘Are you telling me that he can sense where I am?’

Simon looked at the top of the tree with his magnified vision. Figaro was staring precisely in his direction with unnaturally wide eyes.

Now certain that he’d been caught Simon replied in Pier’s voice

[If you want to know about others shouldn’t you be the one to speak first?]

[Very well there’s nothing I have to hide.]

Figaro raised his arms the corners of his mouth tearing.

[I am the new Saintess of Purification Figaro Mertens!]

Simon’s face froze.

‘A… A Saintess? A man is?’

[Oh right.]

Said Figaro with a twisted smile.

[A new moniker is given when the Essence changes owner! Since ‘Saintess of Purification’ is an old title… hmm what should I go with? Mm right right. I think I’ll go with this.]

Wwhhiiiip!

Suddenly the tree branches grew until they covered the entire ceiling of the vast barrier. Countless fruits budded grew and ripened within seconds.

[Saintess of Sin.]

Each and every one of the fruits was pure white.

Tap.

Smack.

White apples fell off the tree branches and fell to the ground with the force of a bombardment.

And as soon as they hit the ground…

Katoooooooooooosh!

A huge pillar of divinity rose up from the center of the fallen apples engulfing everything around them.

Pillars of light like this were rising all over the city. Simon frowned and swung his Greatsword of Destruction at a white apple descending on his head.

Crack!

The apple was cleaved in half exploding and creating two pillars of light. Simon caught between them groaned as he fell to a knee.

‘Ugh. I’m certain…!’

The divinity that tried to take over him was similar to what he faced at first against the Saintess of Purification.

Of course its properties were different.

If the white flame of the Saintess of Purification was raw divinity in its purest form gone wild this skill was divinity refined into something designed only for destruction.

If he were to be caught in it even Simon who was immune to divinity was bound to take some damage.

[Isn’t it amazing?!]

Said Figaro in fascination.

[The fruit of white flame! This is the power I’ve attained after becoming a Saintess!]

[Let’s be honest here.]

Spat out Simon.

[That’s not your power. It’s Sasha’s.]

[Sasha and I have become one not to mention…]

The corners of Figaro’s mouth curled up into a grotesque grin.

[She’s nothing but a vegetable now. Her consciousness no longer exists in this world and only the existence called I remains!]

Crrrrush!

Crack!

[Worship me!]

An army of countless plant monsters of varying forms and sizes formed beneath the roots of Figaro’s tree and swarmed toward Simon.

That wasn’t the end of it.

‘Even humans!?’

Humans with branch-like veins protruding from their skin were shambling closer not a single sign of life remaining in their eyes.

They were like zombies.

[Boy! They’re already dead!]

‘I know.’

Rrrrumble!

Bang!

Even in the midst of this the vines and tree roots spreading throughout the village grew stronger and bigger destroying buildings while more and more white apples fell from the sky.

[Now it’s your turn! Reveal yourself nameless necromancer!]

Simon grabbed the Greatsword of Destruction and lightly swung it.

Craaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Bwooooooooosh!

The approaching plants were split in two buildings were bisected and the falling white apples exploded.

[Oh wow!]

[I am…]

The village had been wiped out so there was nothing to hide inside this barrier anymore.

Simon moved the hand that wasn’t gripping his greatsword behind his back pulling open his subspace.

Rattle!

Kiiiiish!

Conscripted skeletons and corpse spiders engulfed in dark-blue flames began to pour out.

Simon lifted his hood and continued.

[A Commander of the Dark Alliance.]

The undead howled forming a massive army behind him.

Swaaaaaaaaaah!

Countless branches on the barrier’s ceiling swayed in an artificial wind 

[What a strange twist of fate!]

Figaro was delighted.

[The first necromancer I’ll face as a Saintess is a Commander! How memorable!]

To be the most powerful Saintess claiming the honor of defeating a Commander Figaro couldn’t have asked for a more perfect debut.

[Wait right there.]

Simon raised his Greatsword of Destruction and pointed it at Figaro.

[I’ll go up there right now and chop your head off.]

[Interesting! Try your best!]

Simon raised his greatsword and strode over.

[Follow me.]

The undead let out a horrible shriek and followed after Simon.

[I’ll show you an overwhelming difference in power! I’m a being that surpassed even the Saintesses!]

More plants emerged from the roots and infected humans charged in.

Inside the barrier no one could enter a great war was about to unfold that would never be recorded in the annals of history.

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