Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 668
When my father’s blood was not yet dry.
The girl put on a black mourning dress and stepped out of the castle gate.
The time is the greatest crisis in Northern history.
In the battle with the North God the commander of the army corps was killed the manager Haite was weakened and the most powerful Ancient Undead that had supported the North was annihilated.
More than 90% of the total strength of the II Corps was lost and the Northern Army was annihilated.
The day was overcast.
It was a day of torrential rain.
In front of the undead army that was pouring towards Vilkenos a young girl in mourning clothes came out of the castle and stood alone.
Shoot aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-
It rains more.
He only has a small kitchen knife in his hand.
Rainwater drips down the back of a knife.
Her black hair which her father used to praise her for being pretty is soaked and her clothes look like a drowned mouse.
despair.
The pride of the north was useless in the face of overwhelming power. Vilcenos was empty and now only he was left.
Right before his father died he handed over the position of corps commander to himself.
I had to do it somehow.
somehow
Shoot aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-
However there was no subordinate who stood by the side of the baby corps commander who was not recognized by the manager and who could not handle a single undead.
Still the girl did not run away.
I couldn’t escape.
-Are you going to fight alone?
But suddenly.
I heard someone’s voice behind me.
Tuduk. Took.
The raindrops pouring with force to pierce the body disappeared leaving only the sound of a thud.
Her vision darkened and the girl saw the man holding an umbrella over her.
A man who seems to be on the border between a boy and a young man one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding an umbrella.
A thin beard raised corners of the mouth and curious eyes. It’s a strange impression.
My father said that corps commanders could get to know each other when they met. That the words were true the girl could understand now.
And she could see why he was here.
– Are you going to kill me?
Saying that the girl put the kitchen knife in front of her.
The man said in a nonsensical tone.
-Wouldn’t it depend on your answer?
The girl was silent for a moment then answered the man’s question.
-I will fight.
-oh.
As if something had been switched on the man suddenly thrust his head in with his eyes glowing brightly.
– How are you going to fight? Has it been a day since you opened the core? It looks like you haven’t been recognized by the manager but can you feel the darkness? It’s a total mess. That old man is also really bad. No matter what happens to her daughter it’s because passing on her legacy comes first right?
– Don’t insult my father!
cried the girl.
She backed away from the umbrella the man had covered her with and grabbed the kitchen knife firmly.
-My father passed away while protecting the North! I will die defending the North too! that is!
A harsh voice came out of the girl’s mouth.
-Because it’s Arscalt’s fate!
Shoot aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-
The beam of light intensified. Her slender body which looked only four or five years old trembled from the cold.
A small body that couldn’t even withstand the rain falling from the sky even though it came out to stop that many troops.
but.
The man didn’t laugh. He slowly placed his hand on my chest. His white breath flows out.
that buck
A man came over. The girl withdrew.
When approached backed off.
However the difference in stride length was large. The girl was immediately caught up. Sensing her threat she hee hee! She screamed and jumped in holding her cleaver.
Tup.
It was blocked so easily.
The man crouched down and held the girl’s small wrist.
– It’s cheeky but I like the momentum.
Then he snatched the cleaver from the girl’s hand.
The knife was taken away and an umbrella was placed in the empty hand.
-Let’s negotiate with me little lady.
The girl looked up at him with blank eyes.
-Correspondence… Sub?
-Is it too difficult a word? Just think of it as a deal.
The man who said that scratched the back of his head with an annoyed expression.
-Honestly it’s true that I came here with the intention of recovering the 2nd Corps before it’s over. But if I take it to the 2nd Corps Nephthys-sama will send me to the northern part of Kalos to fulfill my duty.
He smiled mischievously and squinted his eyes.
-Of course northern women are not bad but wouldn’t it be too much sadness for the women of the continent to be confined to such a rural village?
-?
-Ah isn’t it the age to understand a joke like this? Negotiations are simple.
Suddenly the North God’s undead troops were close enough to see. The two of them were just standing on the plain in front of Vilcenos Castle like lamps before the wind.
But the man was aloof.
-From now on I will destroy the power of the North God.
-!
-I’m going to leave my ancient undead stranded for the next five years. But it’s only for 5 years.
He spread his fingers out.
-Within 5 years you must unite the North on your own collect the corps and grow enough to become self-reliant. In the meantime I’ll announce to all the world that I’m protecting the north. But if you’re below expectations you’ll have no choice but to retrieve the 2nd Legion.
He smiled and held out his hand.
-How are you Dil?
She looked up at the man with blank eyes.
I don’t fully understand what you mean.
that grinning smile.
I thought it looked warm.
She slowly approached and took hold of his hand with her small fern-like hand.
-good. negotiations were established. The youngest corps commander!
Utcha.
The man got up from his seat. Then I got out of the girl’s umbrella and walked outside in the pouring rain.
Remembrance!
The man spread his arms like a bird.
-[come.]
Koo-goo-goo-goo-goo!
Koo-goo-goo-goo-goo-goo-goo-goo!
The girl doubted her eyes. On both sides of the North God’s army pushing forward pitch-black waves were rolling in.
All of them were undead from the 7th Legion.
This time the skeleton’s bones flew all over the man’s open arms and stuck to him.
Soon his whole body was covered in flawless bone armor and he headed toward the enemy camp holding a sword and waving a pitch-black cloak.
– Now wait a minute!
The girl hurriedly ran away holding an umbrella.
– Name name please!
The man turned around and smiled.
-Jonah. Yonada of the 7th Legion.
she said closing her eyes.
-I will be stronger in 5 years!
-okay.
-and!
meet a strong man
Remembering what her father used to say she screamed.
– After that I will take you as my husband!
At those words Jonah stopped walking. He was dazed for a moment puhahaha! she burst out laughing.
-I think 15 years is too early not 5 years! well good good.
He pressed down on the skull helmet.
– See you again. Little Arscalt.
Tuong!
The man fluttered his cape and headed toward the enemy camp.
That was his last appearance.
* * *
“….”
The grand duke who had been immersed in reminiscence slowly opened his eyes and turned his head.
A shelf in the corner of the office.
An old black umbrella lay there.
‘That guy was Jonah’s son?’
I couldn’t even imagine.
Of course Jonah knew he was dead.
He kept his first promise. Jonah really wiped out the North God’s forces and the North God couldn’t properly invade the North for several years while recovering from the damage suffered by him.
But Jonah failed to keep his second promise.
– See you again. Little Arscalt.
He never appeared in the North again.
The last news I heard was ‘the incident in question’.
In order to save the enemy Priest he betrayed the Dark Alliance and his colleagues and turned the tip of the Legion’s sword towards their allies.
As a result the 7th Legion was disbanded and Jonah the Legion of Betrayal was also announced to have been killed by the Dark Alliance.
Upon hearing the news of his death at the time the young grand duke cried and cried until his eyes were swollen. The shock was greater than the death of his father. Was there ever a time when he was so desperate?
however.
‘Did you have a son?’
The Archduke blankly looked up at the ceiling.
I remembered his voice.
-Of course northern women are not bad but wouldn’t it be too much sadness for the women of the continent to be confined to such a rural village?
Well if you think about Jonah’s words and actions he must have spread his seed somehow whether he was dead or alive.
‘That guy… the son of Jonah…’
Since he was the new 7th corps commander the Grand Duke thought that Nephthys had sealed the administrator and contracted one of his students with the greatest talent.
After getting rid of the sin of betrayal he will use that corps commander as an important card for the Dark Alliance.
Not liking Jonah’s corps being used that way the Archduke was reluctant to Nephthys’ offer to teach the corps commander.
‘however.’
The truth was different.
Nephthys waited patiently for Jonah’s son to grow up and enter school before enthroning him as the commander of the 7th Corps.
The Grand Duke who had been dazed jumped up and tried to run out of the office. But the footsteps stopped in front of the door.
‘Jonah’s son… Simon is Jonah’s son. Son of Jonah.’
I wanted to run to check the facts right away but.
no wonder.
Oddly enough his footsteps did not fall.
smart.
A knock was heard outside the door. Surprised that she hit her sauce she jerked away.
“This is Simon. I’ll go in.”
“What what? Wait!”
Simon opened the door and poked his head inside.
“How are you feeling?”
She was doing push-ups with one hand her arms behind her back.
Simon laughed like he couldn’t stop.
“Are you training again in the middle of this?”
“Why why are you laughing!”
She jumped up and stood in place.
“Deacon Godrick asked me to give the next speech. Would you mind?”
“…!”
The Grand Duke stared at Simon.
‘Why didn’t I know?’
I felt like I wanted to stick my fingers in my eyes.
‘You look so much alike! How could I not have known!’
Is it because Jonah thought he was already dead? Is it because he tries not to think about it as much as possible so as not to suffer?
It was so clear when I found out that he was Jonah’s son.
It was hard to believe that I hadn’t noticed right away.
“It’s not good to exercise too much after drinking.”
The boy resembling Jonah smiled and closed the door again backing away.
“I’ll tell Godric well. Get some rest.”
“Hey wait!”
Simon stopped walking as she quickly raised her arm.
“Do you have anything to say?”
“that….”
Are you really Jonah’s son?
Is Jonah alive?
and.
who did he marry
‘Why can’t I ask?’
Never had anything like this.
I had no such experience.
She couldn’t understand her tumultuous emotional state and her own actions.
That moment.
“Sorry. Excuse me for a second.”
Simon strode over and put a hand on her forehead.
“Drunkenness isn’t the problem but the fever seems to have gone up.”
“!!”
The Grand Duke’s body froze like a wooden stone.
this guy
‘The son of Jonah is certain.’
Simon removed his hand with a concerned face and sighed deeply.
“I think you should eat it in the bedroom.”
Her body hardened like iron ore.
“…what?”
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