Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 172
pop. pop. pop.
Drops of blood were dripping from Heretic Inquisitor Metin’s mace.
The hulking that pounced on Metin lay on the floor with a bloody face. He let go of the mace with a clanking sound and finally returned to his consciousness.
‘Ah in anger again.’
My eyes went wide and I almost killed a useless person.
The targets he had to kill were not ordinary people but heretics and necromancers.
Mattin climbed onto the fallen hunk and sat down grabbing his blood-stained face.
< Heal >
Whoops!
The hulking bloody face quickly healed. With her other hand Mattin took out her communications orb and held it in front of her mouth.
“This is Interrogator Metin. Please dispatch all the waiting staff.”
There was a crackling noise for a moment then a tired male voice.
– What else? Today isn’t even a working day.
“It seems like a necromancer appeared. It definitely smelled.”
-….
After a moment of noise the man answered.
– Five people. I’ll send it there.
* * *
Buried in the crowd Simon was completely oblivious to what was happening around him. The surroundings were very noisy and as is always the case with places like this there were not a few cases of drunken people going wild.
I thought roughly where the fight was going to happen.
‘I bought something to cover my face and I need a set of clothes to wear on the trip.’
After purchasing the mask Simon’s next target was Rob.
What Simon is wearing right now is a brown robe with no features. I brought something out of the house but it was already worn and torn.
So I was thinking of replacing it with something good. I wanted to spend all of this 20 million Blanc on this trip. It was a currency that could not be used when returning.
Simon looked around and went into a rather large and luxurious clothing store that was not a street stall. Butina’s shop owner greeted Simon with a wide smile.
“I need a robe for the priest. The one with a hood.”
At that the shop owner asked for identification. As the Holy Federation had a vertical class system only Priests could purchase robes for priests.
‘It’s a bit strange that buying clothes is controlled according to one’s status.’
After checking Simon’s fake ID the shop owner asked for the size of a simple suit and immediately brought a white robe from the closet.
I thought it wouldn’t be bad if I had a white robe as I had to play a neat design without complicated patterns and an apprentice priest.
“And the biggest feature of this robe! You can wear it inside out like this!”
flutter!
When the shopkeeper turned the robe inside out it changed into a stylish coat style. The color was equally white.
“If you give it a little mana.”
She held a crystal ball in her hand and placed it on the coat turning the entire coat blue.
“The color changes like this!”
“awesome.”
A robe that changes color and can be worn inside out.
This seemed pretty useful.
While the shop owner was eagerly explaining the material Simon secretly held onto the end of his coat and let out a small amount of jet black.
‘oh.’
Indeed the color of the coat changed to black. It was a white robe underneath and a black kotra worn inside out. I liked it.
“I’ll take this one.”
Although the price was a bit high because it was a magic item Simon liked the clothes.
After paying two million blancs Simone dressed inside out in a white robe came out with a proud heart. There were still 18000000 blancs in the water.
Male voice male voice.
However the atmosphere outside was a bit strange. Simon quickly hid himself in the crowd. If something had happened there was only one thing I could think of.
“Heretic Inquisitor!”
“Damage damage.”
In a tumultuous atmosphere a group of priests were marching through the crowds in the middle of the night market.
They carried maces crowns of thorns torture wheels and other hideous objects on their bodies or in their hands and dragging them around.
Bloodstains were protruding from his white clothes his eyes were dark and blood was oozing from his whole body. She felt like she would tear people apart just by touching them.
‘…Is that the Heretic Inquisitor?’
In Simon’s eyes it was just a group of blood-mad murderers.
They were already ‘interrogating’ some people. They were simply putting people through torture machines in front of the public. The person being interrogated let out a tear-jerking scream.
“What are you what are you?”
An interrogator with a protruding snout like a bird’s beak spoke while torturing a villager with a crown of thorns.
“Isn’t it really heresy? Isn’t it?”
“Oh no how many times have I… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
People who saw the terrible sight tried to sneak away. Then the Heretic Inquisitors reacted sensitively.
“Uh why are you running away? Is this heresy?”
“Catch. Catch. Catch.”
The Inquisitors raised their divinity and leaped into the air before falling into the crowded crowd. Screams of confusion erupted from everywhere.
“Don’t interfere. Everyone get down on the floor.”
“Come to work. Come to work.”
The Heretic Inquisitor with a protruding snout found a woman in the crowd who was trying to escape grabbed her hair and dragged her away.
“I-I’m not a heretic! I’m a believer in Lohen Village! Hey here’s your ID!”
She wept and held out her ID. The interrogator picked it up ran his eyes through it then dropped it on her floor and stomped it with her shoe.
“That piece of paper. How do you believe it? We interrogate in our own way.”
“Kyaaaaa! Someone please!”
She cried and cried but people tried to avoid their eyes and lay helplessly on the floor.
‘This….’
Simon’s fists tightened.
‘It’s not like an interrogation.’
Directing a terrible horror atmosphere using the heresy question as an excuse. I could understand why the people here trembled when they saw Priest.
“Go in. Go in.”
“Ah please!”
The Heretic Inquisitor took out a large torture wheel from subspace. It pushed the woman against the wheel immobilizing her arms and legs.
When the wheel turned the whole body was made to be scratched by the sharp protruding thorns on the back.
Terrified she screamed.
“Tell me. Are you a heretic?”
“I-I-I’ve only served the Great Goddess since I was born! My parents were clerics! Please!”
“I can’t believe it. He could have dressed up you know.”
The Heretic Inquisitor grabbed the wheel.
“If your belief in the goddess is truly sincere you can endure this too right?”
“Aaaaa please…!”
Simon gritted his teeth.
Simon was no fool either and he knew that everything would be in vain if he went out and showed himself.
‘Unnoticed. You only get one chance.’
Just when Simon carefully stretched out his hand to create a magic circle.
“ah-“
The crowd started to split like waves. There was a buzz like firecrackers all over the place.
“What are you guys doing now?”
Simon’s eyes also turned round. A girl wearing Epenel’s school uniform was striding towards the Heretic Inquisitors.
‘Lethe!’
She glanced at Simon who was mingling with the crowd and signaled with her finger as if to leave it to herself.
The Heretic Inquisitors flinched as if they were taken aback by the sudden appearance of Ephnell.
“Hey you guys.”
she said in a sullen voice.
“Are you chewing on me?”
“….”
At that time among the five Heretic Inquisitors a man with a barbed chain scythe came forward. He looked down at her spilling her blatant displeasure.
“I’m on duty. Priest.”
His lips parted open revealing monstrous teeth jutting out.
“No matter how much Ephnell you are you can’t get involved in the Heresy Inquisition.
puck!
Lethe kicked him in the leg. As the man stumbled down on one knee he immediately raised his cheek.
Damn!
In this place where nearly a thousand people were gathered the sound of being slapped resonated openly.
“Get up boy.”
“….”
The red-cheeked Heretic Inquisitor glared at Lethe fiercely. The junior interrogators in the back had expressions of fright rather than anger and the man with the protruding snout was squirming.
“That woman. We have to interrogate her. Strip her lock her up tear her skin…”
“You shut up!”
A fellow interrogator freaked out and slapped him in the back of the head.
At that time the senior interrogator who had been slapped by Lethe slowly stood up.
“No matter how high Ephnell is this is going too far. Whether it’s a dragon or an earthworm each has their own role don’t they? Let’s do our job work.”
“Why am I leaving?”
Lethe smiled and crossed her arms.
“You guys you’re in charge here right? You’re interrogating heretics at this time today right?”
“….”
The senior interrogator’s expression hardened slightly. Lethe tapped the watch on her wrist.
“If by any chance you guys came in without getting approval from the higher up torturing the residents and making a fuss we must have a lot to talk about right?”
“….”
“Shall I check all the schedules overturn them all and let your boss hit your head? Or do you want to just go off without a tail?”
The senior interrogator gritted it.
‘Except for being a member of Fnell you’re just a student bastard who’s just a rank priest…’
His gaze moved. There were too many people watching to run amok.
Although my pride was hurt it was best to withdraw rather than provoke Ephnell by taking some further action here.
“let’s go.”
The senior interrogator turned his back and said. The juniors were embarrassed and muttered something but the senior interrogator ignored them and said.
“Release them all. Come back.”
Finally those who suffered torture were released. The woman chained to her torture wheel bowed her head at Lethe.
Lethe told her to take care of herself and went to treat those who had been wounded by torture.
‘But where is that human?’
At the same time the senior judge had similar thoughts.
‘But where’s that bastard Mattin who called us?’
* * *
“Kuk!”
Simon who was running down the market street hurriedly lowered his head. Things that looked like beast teeth flew in and lodged themselves in the wall one after another.
“I found it! The source of the stench!”
Suddenly some crazy guy said he smelled something and was attacking.
Simon hurriedly ran away and the madman was running pushing and throwing people. He was making teeth out of the air and spraying them with some sort of divine magic.
‘If this is the case only the mean people will get involved.’
Simon left the street and entered a deserted alley.
“Haha! Have you given up on running away!”
thud!
Priest who passed Simon before he knew it landed on the floor.
“I will judge you. Necromancer!”
Simon smiled and made the sign of the cross with his hands together.
“There seems to be a misunderstanding. My name is Scar Serafino an apprentice priest. And aren’t you the Heretic Questioner? Stop attacking and interrogate for now…”
“Something like an interrogation!”
Mattin raised his arms. Simon’s gaze also went up.
Before I knew it a white magic circle was spreading in the sky above my head.
‘Oops!’
“There is no need for any interrogation in front of my ‘nose’!”
< Exorcism >
Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
A line of holy lightning descended from the magic circle and pierced Simon’s body. Simon’s body was instantly covered in light and exploded.
“Ha ha ha!”
Exorcism a divine magic that is extremely lethal to Necromancers. When properly hit the core and body are simultaneously purified into divinity.
“Do one thing today…”
But Mattin doubted his eyes.
“…texture?”
Suddenly a gale raged and the soles of his shoes were coming in front of his eyes.
Wow!
Metin flew away with blood dripping from his nose.
Cuckoo!
Mattin’s body landed on a pile of rubbish in an alley. Simon who landed lightly on the floor brushed off his robe.
“Because it’s not well.”
