Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 176
Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 176
Day 4 of the train trip.
Now there was only one day left until the destination.
A lot of things happened in between.
Simon took a nap all day starting in broad daylight and played a card game with Ellen. Then the other rooms also came to see if the game seemed fun and seven of them played together.
When the train stopped at the station I went outside stretched hard and bought various foods. The food from Shinseong Train was okay but I was getting tired of it so I was able to buy lunch boxes that were much tastier and more plentiful at the station.
It was also quite fun to try the food differentiated with specialties at each station. It was a taste of travel that could only be felt in the Holy Commonwealth.
Simon who wanted to enjoy the train culture a little more went to the third class and mingle with the travelers there. He was a good person who could be found everywhere even if the culture was different.
Simon quickly became friends with anyone with his unique friendly nature. Now when Simon passed by the men would ask him to drink this starting with rum. There was one time when I went drowsy after drinking too much and returned to my room and lay down on my desk and Lethe patted me on the back with a pathetic expression.
And heretic inquisitor Metin.
Even after being dragged and beaten by Lethe he did not give up and continued to interrogate Simon. Every time he looked at Lethe from the side he glared at him like he was going to kill him but he didn’t care at all. Only the position of the senior interrogators caught in the middle was embarrassing.
In the end it was frequent that the seniors took care of Metin’s interrogation and took him away.
Lethe’s wrath was frightening but in fact even among the interrogators Simon’s reputation as a devout and polite man had improved considerably. Now no one was on the side of Metin.
“Hey hey! Rookie of the year.”
After only two questions were asked the senior interrogator put his shoulder around Metin’s neck and said pleasantly.
“Even if that friend is a real necromancer shouldn’t we acknowledge it at this level? It’s hard to find such a devout friend even in the Federation.”
“….”
At those words Metin stared blankly at the senior interrogator.
This senior’s name is Odell. As the Heretic Questioner in her fourth year she was the team’s mood maker.
“Senior.”
“hmm?”
“You seem to know a lot about necromancers.”
It was ironic but Odell chuckled loudly.
“Oh of course! My job is to beat those things!”
“Necromancers are a hideous race of people who abuse the dead have sexual desires on their corpses and cause terror for fun.”
Odell lightly grabbed Metin by the top of his head and stroked it vigorously from side to side.
“Ugh it hurts!”
“What~ Those bastards’ tastes are beyond my understanding but those who just cause terrorism in the city and do bad things are very extreme. Shall we say it more simply? Just say ‘Only those who do that’! Those sincere and kind people Do you think your friend is just a terrorist and will do bad things? The reason you think so is because he’s just a ‘Necromancer’?”
“….”
Metin who felt his resolve waver even for a second at those words bit his lip.
“Whether they do evil or not Necromancers cannot be forgiven for their very existence.”
Odell giggled.
“Yes yes. What kind of understanding am I seeking for a devout young man like you? The bottom line is to be flexible.”
Before I knew it I arrived at the interrogator’s lounge at the front of the train. Standing in front of the door Odell patted Metin on the shoulder and continued her words.
“There are many people who hate the goddess among ordinary people. Their lives are so devastated and no matter how much they pray to the goddess not a piece of bread falls from the sky? If you throw away all those who are dissatisfied with the goddess as heretics then the entire federation will dry up and twist because there will be no one to farm.”
“….”
“Now now there was a lot of nagging. Let’s go in!”
The two opened the door and entered the interrogator’s lounge. Five men including the captain Baccarat were laughing loudly.
“Oh newcomer! Did you get robbed by that friend today?”
“I’m sure it’s dead!”
“Ha ha ha ha ha!”
Mattin ignored those sounds and sat down in the last seat. “Stop stop” said Baccarat restraining her seniors.
“Good work. Odell Metin.”
“Yes Captain!”
Odell replied with a grin.
“….”
Mattin just nodded his head with his pods on. Several senior interrogators pointed out his attitude but this time Baccarat stopped him.
‘What do those who suck honey on the Sacred Train know?’
Metin was dissatisfied with the seniors here.
Metin and his original colleagues were in charge of front-line hotspots. It was a place where necromancer followers and cults were infested with the propaganda activities of the Dark Alliance.
If anyone was suspicious they had to shut up and interrogate establish discipline and establish order with one hundred punishments. Otherwise they would be caught and killed.
However the interrogators in charge of the train were all indecisive perhaps because it was a peaceful rear jurisdiction.
From Baccara the good-natured captain to Odell who defends the necromancer. I thought everyone was pathetic.
“now.”
Odell stood up and clapped his hands to lighten the mood.
“Today’s schedule is all over and yesterday was Holy Holiday so you just skipped it! You should have a light drink today!”
On the holy day of Deva religion there was a custom of drinking red wine made in a monastery and praying to the goddess. Saying that Odell took out the finest wine from his bag.
“It’s from Barnyard Abbey! It’s 17 years old.”
“Hiya! Isn’t it an expensive brand?”
“Good good! We are also priests so we should celebrate the Holy Day.”
The atmosphere became lively. Odell poured a glass of the finest wine. Metin refused but was reluctantly accepted under the gaze and coercion of her seniors.
“What about Sarah?”
Baccarat asked. She was a female interrogator the red point of this train interrogator team.
“I’m sleeping in the women’s room right after work as usual. Sarah can’t even drink alcohol.”
“Let’s just hang out and finish it.”
Opinions were aligned. Odell the owner of the wine raised a glass and prayed. Everyone closed their eyes and listened to Odell’s prayer.
“Thanks for the grace of the great goddess! Raus!”
“Laus!”
Everyone vigorously brought their glasses to their lips. Admiration erupted from everywhere.
“Great! It tastes good!”
“It’s good. But this feels a little burning in my throat…”
By the time you realize the heterogeneity it is already too late.
“…uh?”
The interrogators lowered their heads. Something red was protruding from their chests.
The walls of the train turned red like living flesh and thorns sprouted from them. The moment he swallowed the wine his body stiffened unable to dodge or open his shield.
Crack!
Standing alone Odell grinned and dropped the wine glass he was holding on the floor. The wine made the floor red like blood.
“you…!”
Baccarat’s pupils trembled.
“It wasn’t Odell…!”
Fu-wook! hooked! hooked!
At Odell’s gesture countless thorns protruded from the wall and pierced Baccara’s body.
“You’re the trickiest here so I’ll make sure to kill you. By the way.”
Odell turned his head.
“How did you notice? Newbie.”
Among the five Heretic Inquisitors who all died there was only one inquisitor standing halfway up and holding onto the thorn.
“For you the smell of divinity and jet black is vague. It just smells like blood.”
said Mattin snoring.
“The smell of blood was so strong that it drowned out all the other smells. This kind of smell only comes from rare murderers but you acted so sanely for that.”
“Hmm wasn’t that bullshit talking about the smell?”
In fact Mattin had appealed to the other seniors that Odell smelled suspicious. However his words which lost trust due to the Simon incident were not accepted.
“Metin the Heretic Inquisitor on the Eastern Front Line.”
Whoops!
Mattin spread his arms. The subspace opened and instruments of torture fell to the floor or were attached to his body.
Mattin took a fighting stance.
“From now on we will begin the heresy questioning. Obediently reveal your identity.”
“As a last gift that would be nice too.”
Whoaaaaaaaagh!
A terrible aura rose from his body and his shirt was ripped off. From the torn torso you could see red patterns painted all over.
“My name is Aloken.”
When Odell pulls off the living face attached to his face a middle-aged man with long slit eyes is revealed.
“He is the bishop of Blood Heaven.”
* * *
The fight lasted less than two minutes. Metin covered in blood all over her body collapsed against a wall.
“You’re weak.”
Didn’t even get in the way. Aloken smiled through his teeth and moved on. Here next to the interrogator’s lounge was the crew room followed by the engine room.
When Aloken crossed the carriage and opened the door the crew who had been preparing meals for a long time stopped moving in surprise. Al Loken raised his arm.
Fuck! puck! puck!
Some of the crew members fell covered in blood due to the power that I did not know what the principle was.
“Quaaaaaaa!”
“Shut your mouth.”
The surviving crew shivered as they covered their mouths at Alokken’s cool words. As Alokken waved his hand a noose of blood flew and wrapped itself around the crew’s neck.
“Keugh!”
Grabbing the noose Aloken headed straight for the engine room. The crew was dragged along in agony.
The iron door of the engine room was firmly closed but when Aloken put his palm on the iron door fresh blood gushed out like an explosion and smashed the iron door.
“Huh!”
The engineer was terrified and fell from his seat.
Alokken looked around. In the center of the engine room a very complex permanent sacred magic circle was drawn and the tubes supplying the divine to the magic circle were closely attached.
“From now on this entire train is a sacrifice to the blood cheongyo. All the interrogators are dead so give up resistance.”
At those words the engineer’s complexion turned pale.
It’s bloodshed! Isn’t it the same lunatic heresy who has been committing mass murder lately?
“Turn the direction of the train. Engineer.”
Alokhen dropped the map at the feet of the shivering engineer.
“Slow down the speed and go to the point C marked on the map.”
When the head of the agency looked at the map there was indeed a spot marked with a ‘C’ in red letters.
“This is a railroad that is in ruins because it has not been used yet! If we sent a train that way…!”
“We have already restored the railroad tracks.”
Alokhen continued coldly.
“Don’t talk nonsense do as you say.”
The engineer gulped and said.
“You want me to endanger the passengers? I can’t do that…”
puck!
Before the engineer’s words could be finished Alokhen’s hand turned backwards. One of the crew members he brought with him puck! He collapsed covered in blood with a sound.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
A shrieking shriek shook the engine room.
“I will kill one person every time I pass.”
puck!
The second crew member’s body swelled with blood.
“After these guys I’ll bring all the passengers in the cabin and explode them all in front of you.”
puck!
The third crew member’s body exploded. The engineer’s body trembled like crazy. Alokken reached out to the last member of the crew.
“Please! Uh-huh! Heuh! Chief Engineer! Help me!”
The last remaining flight attendant cried and begged.
The chief engineer also shed tears. This killer is serious. In the end I thought that even if all the crew here were sacrificed they would really drag other passengers along.
“…I understand.”
Eventually the chief engineer sat down and activated the sacred magic circle.
A moment later Aloken smiled with satisfaction as he watched the slowed-down Sacred Train safely cross over to the C-section track.
“Excellent.”
puck! puck!
The chief engineer and crew also collapsed their bodies covered in blood.
No one could stop it now. He laughed loudly and pulled out his communications orb.
“As planned. Start.”
* * *
“Everything goes according to plan~”
After eating the cream cake for dessert Lethe who was in a good mood said in a soft voice.
“Now if you go a little further you will reach your destination. Get off at the station and go upstairs and you will see the tree of life. Now I think you can save Teacher Anna.”
“….”
Lethe stopped talking and looked at Simon.
“What is it? That serious expression.”
“…Doesn’t it smell strange?”
Lethe shrugged.
“Are you also infected by that metin or something? What does it smell like?”
“The smell of blood.”
At those words Lethe’s complexion hardened slightly. Simon got up from his seat.
“I can smell the blood that stings my nose.”