Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 411

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 411

After crossing the border and entering the Holy Commonwealth it was a breeze.

They moved to the teleportation magic circle prepared by Israfil in succession and the final destination was a ‘big city’ reminiscent of Langerstein.

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

“Uh how are you?”

It was a high-end dressmaker.

The curtains in the fitting room were drawn and Simon walked out with a rather embarrassing smile dressed in a clean white suit and red tie.

Israfil smiled contentedly.

“It suits you well! My nephew~”

The employee next to him also nodded his head in agreement.

Simon who had changed into a new suit stood in front of the mirror and touched his dyed white hair.

It was still awkward but the more I looked at it the more I felt it.

“Do not worry too much.”

Israfil added quietly.

“Will your hair color return in two days?”

After buying a suit like that the two left the dressmaker’s shop.

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

“Here is a fake ID and profile. Simon’s name is Sean Harder from now on. He is an 18-year-old priest boy belonging to the Second Church of Bizere Hafen.”

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

A saintess arranging a disguised identity through a broker! I really wanted to be like this.

“Are you really okay?”

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

However when one abandons one’s faith in the goddess it sometimes happens that one cannot use divinity as before because one is bound by obsession and this is called ‘sacred slump’.

Simon was worried about that very thing but Israfil smiled softly.

“Everything is to prevent a greater evil and threat! Even the Goddess will be willing to forgive.”

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

“By the way Mr. Israfil.”

Simon took one look at his perfectly set outfit before continuing.

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

Israfil shook his head.

“I have to bring a guide first. This is the outfit for that.”

“Ah. Are you going to meet me now?”

She smiled.

“Yes! Let’s go together to save him.”

* * *

I wanted to become a saint.

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

A being that shines like a star in the night sky. A person who is looked up to and praised by all people and who was born as a human and rose to the level of a half-god closest to the goddess.

Also ‘Miss Anna’ whom I always respect was also a saint and while attending Ephnell I even heard that ‘Anna Cross’ was returning so the pressure was added.

Of course I thought that I should become a saint after Miss Anna.

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

If so now.

‘Am I happy?’

Lethe was laughing. But she wasn’t laughing inside.

Feast of the Founding of the Cathedral. Thousands of people were entering the cathedral.

“Hey! He’s over there! It’s the Saint of the Stars.”

“…How can you be so noble?”

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

There is no ‘Lete Shardena’ here.

There is only the fact that ‘the saintess has arrived’.

“Holy Maid.”

The paladin in charge of the escort approached and knelt down in front of Lete.

“I’ll see you.”

Lethe replied with a smile on her face.

“yes.”

She held out her white hand and the paladin kissed the back of it and rose to her feet.

In the honor of serving and escorting the saintess the young paladin’s body was full of strength and his face was flushed.

‘…My leg hurts.’

Of course Lethe had no idea.

Just when this boring time would end that was the only concern.

* * *

The saintess had a job that was dirtier than it looked.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the saintess was involved in all of the major events in the federation. In this culture where the participation of a saintess is regarded as a blessing from the goddess there were many cases in which important events or anniversaries were delayed due to the saintess’ schedule.

duty and duty.

customs and responsibilities.

There were many things that bound him beyond the power and power he had.

The period of rebellion when he was a student at Epenel was not used. Archbishop-level magnates even other saints and popes came and began to entangle Lethe with education and manners.

-If you do this we will be in trouble.

-Please show me the stature of a saint.

When Lethe did something wrong the people around her suffered. He felt the mental pressure and carried out the grueling work day after day.

My smile my voice the movements of my facial muscles my manners my way of speaking and even my thoughts and values.

Everything I had was corrected ‘like a saint’.

-The saintess is the representative of the Deva Goddess. Look upon all peoples be kind to them and never lose your smile…

As time goes by in the hands of the greedy old men and hard-headed adults of Epenel Lette Sardena is disappearing and becoming a well-processed and chiseled doll.

ok now i know

These weren’t what I needed.

He just needed a doll to smile at an important event.

Then sometimes when there is a war the combat power to fight and die at the forefront is a bonus.

In the midst of this the most difficult thing was that Israfil whom she trusted did not treat her kindly anymore.

-Lethe. Now that you’ve become a saint like me I won’t forgive you for acting like a child anymore.

Israfil who volunteered to be the shooter taught manners harshly enough to bring tears to his eyes.

Fortunately it was a rule that a 3-year Aphnel course was required for a teenage girl to awaken as a saint. It ended up not breaking up with her roommate Lilith or her other friends.

Of course with the addition of the saintess class and the fact that she had to complete the Aphnell class with the highest grades the burden increased several times.

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

It was a murderous schedule to the point where you don’t know how many places you go in a day.

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

Where are you a bishop?

I can’t remember the name. Let’s rough it up.

She just smiles like a doll and offers the back of her hand. He knelt down on her knees and kissed her weeping in admiration for the grace of her goddess.

“Heh heh! I would like to meet the daughter who is closest to the goddess.”

grumpy old man.

She seems to be the bishop of a certain province where money rots but lately she has been using a teleportation magic circle to follow her every event.

“Ah this old man is at a loss for noble beauty.”

While saying something noble with her mouth she scans her chest or legs with her eyes.

don’t you know?

Like a dirty senile old man.

‘Ah fucking feet really.’

An exclamation wells up from the depths of your chest.

‘Crush the corn chop the chin with a soccer kick and then hit the people with a crazy kid’s knee for three consecutive hits.’

Just imagining that she smiles like a doll.

I am a doll in this place.

A doll is a doll.

not a person

It was more comfortable to think that way.

I just want this time to end soon.

“The daughter closest to the goddess-“

‘Fuck it.’

“The Goddess and the Head of Household”

‘I’m going to die.’

“A place to put your body in a radiant smile-“

‘Then I’ll just have to prepare a place to stay in hell.’

Her patience was gradually reaching its limit but her body knew how to behave and practiced it to the bone.

“Thank you. May the goddess’ protection be with you.”

Now he doesn’t even know what he’s talking about.

It is ecstasy.

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

If you take a step back there is no comedy like this.

The appearance of selling the goddess while imitating Israfil’s vocal cords and the people bursting into tears at the graciousness and mercy.

The Holy Commonwealth is a really great country.

As time passed and all the high-ranking officials met Lethe was exhausted. The paladin the escort said.

“Saint of the Star. We will move to the next location.”

also?

“Are you leaving right now?”

He asked sharply but this fanatical paladin did not know that he was angry at all.

He was a madman who firmly believed that the greatest joy for a saintess was to bestow blessings on the servants of the goddess.

Annoyed Lethe turned her back and said.

“… I’ll be back for a while.”

“I will see you.”

“I’m here because I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s my duty to escort the saintess wherever she goes-“

Moment.

Lethe’s body rotated once.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Her legs came in a furious gust and soon the heels of her boots were right in front of the paladin’s face! Stopped.

The paladin’s cheeks rippled in the wind showing teeth and gums.

“…hey.”

“Yes yes?”

“You don’t know what to say? Fuck you? Who else is here besides you?”

The paladin’s mouth hung open in disbelief.

It’s annoying because it’s so obvious but ‘How can our holy lady use such vulgar words!’ It’s the same expression.

“I-I’m just escorting the saintess…!”

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

Fuck!

In the end Lethe who had slashed his head once took another step.

The paladin fell on the floor and said ‘Our Holy Lady is going to the bathroom!’ had the same expression.

Oh really.

I really despise it and I want to kill them all.

again and again.

Lethe touched her forehead and moved on. She slipped out to the back of the room and found an empty hallway.

As she walked she quickly threw away all the decorations she was wearing on her head the saint’s robe over her shoulders and even the high heels. Inside her outerwear came the Ephnell school uniform.

Since she was still an Epenel student the default setting was a robe of a saint over her school uniform in public settings.

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

It was desperate to get some fresh air.

and.

‘Miss Anna I miss you!’

I wanted to see that person.

How the hell did Miss Anna and Israfil end up going through such a time? I genuinely respected the other senior saints.

‘Lirinet I didn’t expect to miss you.’

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

Still I was really really glad I didn’t get caught by them.

Contrary to what she used to see at school if she pretended to bestow favors on the elderly with a noble saintly tone she would have laughed at her stomach very much…

– Kuk.

laughter?

A small laugh was heard in the almost deserted hallway.

Lethe flinched involuntarily and turned her head away. A white-haired man in a white suit with his arms crossed leaned against her wall laughing softly.

‘This bastard. What do you split between people… Huh?’

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

Her white hair swayed revealing her eyes and face.

Lethe’s lips parted and she made a look of dismay.

My body and thoughts froze.

Maybe someone who didn’t want to show this more than Lyrinet or her other friends.

But it is impossible for him to come here.

Have you finally lost your mind?

Am I crazy?

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

“long time no see.”

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

And above all.

“Lethe.”

Not a saint not the closest daughter of a goddess.

A man who proudly calls me by my ‘name’.

“…what.”

Lethe’s face turned red.

“Da Dada why are you here!! Ah no! More than that… Look did you see it?”

“what?”

Running up she grabbed the man’s tie and pulled it tight shouting.

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

The tips of her ears were red as she shouted.

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

“Lethe choking.”

“Forget it! Forget it! Get it all out of your head you bastard!!”

“How do I do it my way? But you really seemed like a saint…”

Her face reached the limit and turned red.

Lethe let out a scream and clenched her fists.

“Forget it!!”

widely.

Then there was a hand snatching Lethe’s fist. Lethe’s eyes widened at the sight of another unexpected figure appearing behind Simon.

“Anyway I told you to fix that habit of throwing fists first right? Lethe.”

“This Israfil-nim…?”

Israfil laughed softly.

“Follow me. I have something to tell you both.”