Chapter 707

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 707

“That’s an incredible story.”

Professor of divine defense Farahhan was still the same.

Dressed in a god-like uniform and brushing his white beard he saw Auror asleep on the bed.

“The Holy Spirit was written on this child?”

“Yes I definitely saw it.”

-Nyan! Meow!

On Simon’s head who answered like that a white cat and a black cat happy to see the owner after a long time were biting his ears and hair.

“I’ll see you.”

It was dangerous to use divine magic directly against a necromancer so Farahhan used a device powered by pure mana.

After a while Farahhan drooled in surprise.

“As you said I can feel the traces of the Holy Spirit. The roots of the Holy Spirit still remain.”

Hearing this Simon frowned.

I’ve beaten it so much that it’s still there.

“Can’t we just get rid of it right now?”

“Spirit magic is not a problem that can be solved so easily.

Farahhan brushed his long beard and closed his eyes.

“Rather than trying to do something with this student it’s more important to find out what caused this student and eliminate it.”

cause

Well there’s no way Auror who was fine would suddenly go crazy like that.

“Can you guess anything?”

“There is a difference between the spirit and the spirit. Because of her racial characteristics as a Banshee clan there is a high possibility that the spirit clings to her. If you go to a credible necromancer you might be able to get a good hint.”

Simon crossed his arms and sighed in thought.

‘A credible necromancer authority?’

* * *

First year campus necromancer classroom.

“Now with guts! Go in with spirit and concentration today too!”

This man walking around the lecture hall and shouting loudly.

The upper body was human but the lower body was floating like a ghost. Her face was covered in a monstrous wolf mask.

This somewhat eccentric man’s name is Umbra. He was a person who taught necromancer in the first semester of Simon’s first year and was a great helper in establishing chaos magic such as ‘Chaos Ripper’.

‘oh.’

Simon who was peeping at the first year students taking necromancer classes outside the classroom couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

‘It reminds me of the past.’

The first year students were struggling to feel the ‘spirit’ the basis of necromancer. He worked hard to turn an artifact like a wizard board or held an occult tool and shook it.

And nearly half of the first-year students were performing a ‘dance of the soul’ that they said helped them feel the spirit in the back of the spacious classroom.

‘Oh that dance.’

As the memories of my hardships in first grade came flooding back I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

Among the students it was the very dance commonly referred to as the ‘Chicken Feeding Dance’ or the ‘Squid Courtship Dance’.

“Professor! No matter how much I try I can’t feel the spirit!”

A female student who was dancing said with a tearful face. Umbra yelled.

“Guts! It’s still not enough guts! Put in more spirit and lift your legs! Even tighter! Until your knees touch your navel! That’s right!”

I made it until it became Umbra.

In the end Simon gave up on necromantics from the second semester of the first year because he couldn’t feel the spirit in the necromancer class. Of course he later on he was able to use something similar in the form of ‘chaos’.

That’s how Simon is experiencing real-time memory bombing.

“What are you doing here?”

A strange voice came from behind.

When I turned around I saw a woman who seemed to be an assistant teacher watching me with wary eyes.

“I-I...!”

“ah!”

Seeing Simon’s face she smiled warmly.

“It’s been a while student president! I’m Professor Umbra’s senior assistant.”

“hello!”

“I remember working hard even though I couldn’t feel the spirit in my first year.

“Ahaha thank you.”

Simon let out an embarrassing laugh.

“By the way the student president what happened to the freshman campus?”

“I came here to ask for advice from Professor Umbra. When will the class be over?”

She smiled and pointed to the classroom.

“If that’s the case go right in.”

“Is that okay?”

“Of course. Everyone is starting to feel the spirit anyway and the professor is all about screaming while walking around.”

Simon also didn’t have much time so he quickly accepted the offer and opened the door to the classroom and went inside.

The first year students seemed busy dancing and turning occult tools.

Then.

Umbra frantically rummaged through the drawers as she continued her story.

“Especially in the Holy Federation it’s a fact that goes against their doctrine so they froth and deny it. It’s the same with the Alliance’s Necromancer Association. Of course the magic systems of the two powers have developed in different directions but the more I study Necromancy the more I get better. I don’t think the theory is utter nonsense.”

He ran his chin with his fingertips.

“The racial characteristics of the Banshee clan only have the power to become spiritual bodies. It is only a legend that he married a Banshee and gave birth to children.”

After a while he took something out of a drawer.

It was like goggles.

“what is this?”

“It’s an artifact that shows the flow of the spiritual body. I’ll lend it to you.”

Simon received an artifact from Umbra.

“If you use this you will be able to see the flow of the Holy Spirit magic. And if the child is affected by the Holy Spirit magic there must be a powerful agent controlling the child!”

“It’s a powerful medium.”

Simon who was worried smiled.

“Somehow I draw a picture.”

* * *

that evening.

After finishing all the classes Simon returned to Rochester where Aurore’s accommodation was located.

Aurore was still resting in Farahhan’s house.

Ki-Ik-

Opening the door and entering the room you can see candlesticks and trays messed up due to the uproar that took place yesterday.

Simon took one look around then went over to the cross painted on the wall.

“It’s scary to see you again.”

A gruesome cross painted with blood from broken nails.

Simon wore the artifact given by Umbra.

“...ah!”

A very faint and fine thread was drawn in the air from the cross amidst the hazy view of the surroundings.

Simon moved along the thread.

that buck that buck that buck

My steps got faster and faster. I continued walking along the thread and came down from the 3rd floor where Aurore’s room was to the 1st floor.

Simon’s steps stopped in the dusty storage room on the first floor. A fine thread led to the floor.

‘I can’t help it because it’s urgent.’

This is definitely ‘public duty’ and if necessary just ask for the repair fee.

Simon raised the jet black to his leg and stomped on the floor hard.

Kwajak! Kwajak!

The wooden floor collapsed and soon a black hole appeared.

A line ran underneath it.

Simon went inside without hesitation.

‘hmm.’

Stuffy air fills your lungs and you feel damp and damp.

It was an underground space.

Simon with both feet on the floor looked around.

‘The old sewer. It looks quite old.’

Academy City Rochester is a city that is not very long after all. Before Rochester there was a small rural village inhabited by the island’s natives which had an old-fashioned sewer system.

Currently Rochester is using a clean sewage system newly provided by Keygen. The old sewer was abandoned along with the outskirts of Rochester.

‘Still it’s a perfect place to hide something.’

Simon moved along the thread. Since it is not used anymore there is no such thing as a terrible stench. It’s just all dried up.

I thought I would have to go here for a while but the response came right away.

‘divinity!’

I immediately stopped and prepared for the attack. The white magic circle drawn on the wall was activated and soon a white divine golem was summoned into the sewer.

It looks like a monster made up of shiny pieces of glass.

‘Looks like you’ve come to the right place.’

A type of divine summons used to ward off intruders.

It came with a thud. At that time Simon who is very nervous gathers jet black.

Koo-goo-goo-goo!

Suddenly a huge tremor began to be felt in the sewer ceiling overhead.

“?”

Simon raised his head slightly and quickly stepped back.

Whoops!

Soon the whole ceiling collapsed and the holy golem was crushed by the debris.

Large and small icicles were hanging from the collapsed ceiling and someone jumped out from there.

“huh?”

Simon blinked. The man also looked at Simon and opened his mouth in surprise.

“Sy Simon? Why are you here?”

It was none other than Meirin.

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