Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner – 411



Episode 411

After crossing the border and entering the Holy Federation everything was smooth sailing.

We moved successively to the teleportation magic circle prepared by Israfil and the final destination we arrived at was a ‘big city’ reminiscent of Langerstine.

And the first place I stopped when I came to this city was-

“How is it?”

It was a high-end dressmaker.

The curtain of the fitting room was lifted and Simon walked out with a somewhat embarrassed smile wearing a neat white suit and a red tie.

Israfil smiled in satisfaction.

“It suits you well! My nephew~”

The employee next to me also nodded his head as if he completely agreed.

After changing into new clothes Simon stood in front of the mirror and touched his white-dyed hair.

It was still awkward but as I continued to watch it I started to feel affectionate again.

“Don’t worry too much.”

Israfil added quietly.

“Will your hair return to its original color in two days?”

After purchasing a suit the two left the tailor shop.

Israfil who was walking gracefully down the street snapped his fingers. I can see a transparent barrier spreading around me.

“Here is the fake ID and profile. Simon’s name from now on is Sean Harder. I am an 18-year-old priest boy belonging to Bizers 2nd Cathedral in the Hafen region.”

Simon was handed a fake ID and profile with a puzzled expression.

A saint would arrange for a false identity through a broker! I wondered if this could really happen.

“Are you sure I’m okay?”

The priests’ divinity emerges from their blind and absolute faith in the Deva Goddess.

However when one abandons one’s faith in the goddess one sometimes becomes bound by obsession and cannot use the divine power as before. This is called ‘divine slump’.

Simon was worried about that but Israfil smiled softly.

“Everything is done to prevent greater evil and threats! The goddess will gladly forgive you.”

First of all I don’t think this person will ever fall into a slump.

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“By the way. Mr. Israfil.”

Simon took a look at his perfectly set outfit and continued.

“Does my outfit have something to do with this mission?”

Israfil shook his head.

“First you need to bring a guide. This is the outfit for that.”

“ah. Are you going to meet me now?”

She smiled brightly.

“yes! Let’s go rescue them together. That child.”

* * *

I wanted to become a saint.

It is the dream of every girl born in the Holy Federation.

A being that shines like a star in the night sky. The one whom all people look up to and praise who was born as a human and rose to the level of a demi-god the closest to a goddess.

Also ‘Anna Teacher’ whom I always respected was also a saint and while attending Epnel I was even told that she was the second coming of ‘Anna Cross’ so the burden was even greater.

Of course I thought I should follow in Anna’s footsteps and become a saint.

I thought that one day when I became a saint which had been my long-time dream and goal I would be happy as if I had the whole world.

Then now.

‘Am I happy?’

Lethe was smiling. But I wasn’t smiling on the inside.

The cathedral’s founding feast day. Many people were coming into the cathedral.

“excuse me! There you are! She is a saint of stars.”

“……How can you be so noble?”

Lethe stood with a neat posture and displayed a well-decorated smile in front of everyone.

There is no ‘Lete Chardena’ here.

There is only the fact that ‘the saint has come.’

“Saint.”

The paladin in charge of the guard approached and knelt down on one knee in front of Lethe.

“I’ll take you there.”

Lethe answered with a smile plastered on her face.

“yes.”

When she held out her white hand the paladin kissed the back of her hand and stood up.

The young paladin’s body was tense and his face was very flushed with the honor of serving and guarding the saint.

‘…My legs hurt.’

Of course Lethe had no idea.

The only concern was when this tedious time would end.

* * *

Being a saint was a job that involved a lot more work than it looked.

It is no exaggeration to say that saints are involved in all major events of the Federation. In this culture where the participation of a saint is considered a blessing from the goddess it is common for important events or anniversaries to be postponed depending on the saint’s schedule.

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Duty and duty.

Customs and Responsibilities.

There were many things that bound me beyond the power and power I had.

The rebellious spirit I had as a student at Epnel did not apply. Big men at the level of archbishops and even other saints and the Pope themselves came and began to restrain Lethe through education and etiquette.

-If you do this we will be in trouble.

-Please live as a saint.

When Lete did something wrong it became difficult for the people around her. I felt psychological pressure and carried out difficult tasks every day.

Smile voice facial muscle movements etiquette speech and even my thoughts and values.

Everything I previously had was corrected ‘like a saint.’

-The saint is a representative of the Deva Goddess. Look down on all people be compassionate and never lose your smile…

As time goes by Lete Chardena disappears in the hands of the greedy old men and hard-headed adults of Afnel becoming a well-processed and carved doll.

Okay now I know.

These weren’t what I needed.

I just needed a doll to make me smile during important events.

Then sometimes when war breaks out the combat power to fight and die ahead of anyone else is a bonus.

In the midst of this the most difficult thing was that Israfil whom she trusted no longer treated her warmly.

-Lethe. Now that you have become an equal saint like me I will not forgive any more childish behavior.

Israfil who volunteered to be the shooter was taught etiquette so harshly that it brought tears to his eyes.

The good news was that the three-year Epnel course was required for teenage girls to become saints. I no longer have to be separated from my roommate Lirinet or other friends.

Of course the burden increased several times more as the saint’s class was added and Epnel’s class had to be completed with the highest grades.

Then the vacation came and the moment I got out of school hell began.

It was such a brutal schedule that I had no idea how many places I visited each day.

“I come to meet the daughter who is closest to the goddess.”

A bishop somewhere.

I don’t remember the name. Let’s roughly do it.

He just smiles like a doll and holds out the back of his hand. He kneels down kisses her and weeps in gratitude for the goddess’s grace.

“Hehe! I come to meet the daughter who is closest to the goddess.”

A senile old man.

She seems to be the bishop of a local where money is rotten but recently she has been using a teleportation magic circle to follow her to every event.

“Alas this old man does not know what to do with your precious beauty.”

While saying something noble with his mouth his eyes are scanning his chest and legs.

Do you think I don’t know?

He looks like a dirty senile old man.

‘Oh fuck really.’

Anger wells up from deep in my chest.

‘Crushing the corn hitting the chin with a psychological kick and then hitting the philtrum three times with the knee of a crazy kid.’

Just imagine that and smile like a doll.

I am a doll in this place.

It’s a doll. It’s a doll.

It’s not a person.

It was easier to think that way.

I just hope this time ends quickly.

“Daughter closest to the goddess-”

‘Fuck you.’

“Goddess and Head of Household-”

‘It’s a joke.’

“Wrap yourself in a brilliant smile-”

‘Then all you have to do is prepare a place to put yourself in hell.’

My patience was gradually reaching its limit but my body was learning the rules of etiquette that were ingrained in my bones.

“thank you. May the Goddess’ blessing be with you.”

Now I don’t even know what I’m talking about.

It’s a trance.

“yes. Even the goddess will look down on you.”

If you take a step back and look at it there is no comedy like this.

The image of selling the goddess while imitating Mr. Israfil’s vocals and the people bursting into tears out of grace and mercy.

The Holy Federation is truly a great country.

As time passed and Lethe met all the high-ranking officials she became exhausted. Guard Paladin said.

“Saint of the Star. Let’s move on to the next location.”

also?

“Are you leaving right now?”

Although he asked rather sharply this fanatic paladin had no idea that he was angry at all.

Because he was a crazy person who firmly believed that the greatest joy for a saint was to bless the goddess’ servants.

Lethe suddenly irritated turned her back and said.

“……I’ll be back in a bit.”

“I will take care of you.”

“I’m not running away so I’m here.”

“My mission is to escort the saint wherever she goes-”

moment.

Lethe’s body rotated once.

Buaaaaaaaa!

Her legs came in a violent gust and soon the heel of her shoe hit right in front of the Paladin’s face! It stopped.

The Paladin’s cheeks rippled in the wind and even his teeth and gums were visible.

“……hey.”

“Yes yes?”

“Do you not know how to speak? Who the fuck is here but you?”

The Paladin’s mouth opened in disbelief.

It’s so obvious that it’s annoying but ‘Our holy saint can’t believe she uses such vulgar language!’ It’s the same expression.

“I’m just a saint’s escort…!”

“So you’re going to follow me to the bathroom bitch!”

Sigh!

In the end Lethe who had cut off his head once moved on.

The Paladin who was lying on the floor said ‘I can’t believe our holy lady is going to the bathroom!’ They had the same expression.

Oh really.

I truly despise them and want to kill them all.

Again and again.

Lethe walked away touching her forehead. I went out to the back of the room and found myself in an empty hallway.

As she walked she threw away everything including the decorations she was wearing on her head the saintly robe draped over her shoulders and the high heels. Underneath the outerwear was Epnel’s school uniform.

Since I was still a student at Epnel the standard setting for public occasions was to wear a saint’s robe over my school uniform.

‘No matter what criticism I get later I will definitely rest for the rest of my schedule!’

I desperately wanted to get some air.

and.

‘I miss you Teacher Anna!’

I missed that person.

How on earth did Anna and Israpil survive this time? I truly respected other senior saints.

‘Lirinette I didn’t know I would miss you.’

The faces of the friends I made at Afnel also came to mind.

Still I was really really glad that they didn’t notice this.

Unlike how she appeared at school if I saw her pretending to give grace to old people with a noble saintly tone I would have been very upset and laughed at her…

-Pfft.

Laughter?

A small sound of laughter was heard in the almost deserted hallway.

Lethe flinched involuntarily and turned her head. A man with white hair and a white suit leaning against the wall with his arms crossed was laughing breathlessly.

‘This bastard. What are you splitting up with people… Huh?’

Her pupils widened rapidly. The man uncrossed his arms and slowly approached me.

As her white hair swayed her eyes and face became more and more revealed.

Lethe’s lips parted and she made a distraught expression.

My body and thoughts froze.

Maybe he was someone who didn’t want to be seen like this even more so than Lirinet or his other friends.

But it is impossible for him to come here.

Have you finally come to your senses?

Am I crazy?

When I rubbed my eyes and looked again the image was even clearer.

“long time no see.”

A familiar voice. A familiar face. A slightly mischievous smile.

And above all.

“Lethe.”

Not a saint not a daughter closest to the goddess.

A man who confidently calls me by my name.

“……what.”

Lethe’s face turned red.

“Da Da Da Da Why are you here!! Oh no! Rather… have you seen it?”

“what?”

She ran up to him grabbed the man’s tie pulled it tightly and shouted.

“Did you see what I was doing in the banquet hall!!”

The tips of her ears turned red as she shouted that.

Simon who was caught by his tie held out his palms as if to calm down.

“Lete is suffocating.”

“Forget it! Forget it! Erase everything from your mind you bastard!

“How can I do that on my own? But you really seemed like a saint…”

Her face reached its limit and turned red.

Lethe clenched her fists making a sound like a scream.

“Forget it!!”

widely.

At that moment there was a hand snatching Lethe’s fist. Lethe’s eyes widened at the sight of another unexpected person who appeared behind Simon.

“Anyway I told you to break the habit of going out with your fists first right? Lethe.”

“This Israfil…?”

Israfil smiled softly.

“Follow me. You both have a story to tell.”