Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 1079


    The sun was bright the next day as well.


    In the end, the new groom was not found, and the people of Mahih vige began their day in a chaotic atmosphere. It was the most important harvest season in farming in a year, so work could not be neglected.


    However, the outsiders decided not to cooperate any further.


    -There must be something strange going on in this town!


    -I agree.


    People keep disappearing overnight. Even the new bride who was sleeping in the same room lost her husband right before her eyes.


    What kind of harvest season event is this in this atmosphere?


    The group suddenly felt fearful of this peaceful, small rural vige, and became afraid of the gentle and kind vigers. I started to be wary of everything.


    -My husband! Please give me my husband back! Please! please! Please just tell me where it went!


    The new bride went half crazy with worry and fear.


    She grabbed vigers harvesting tomatoes and begged them to return her husband, or threatened to report this to the kingdom and call in necromancers.


    After hearing the story, the vige chief jumped up and showed his resentment on his face.


    -We are going crazy and jumping around! Who would lose if something like this happens during the harvest season, which is responsible for the year’s crops and sales?


    Other vigers also felt that it was unfair. I searched not only the entire vige but also the nearby forest where monsters roam, but I could not find any traces of the missing people.


    But distrust has already spread. Some of the group decided to refuse the remainder of their itinerary and remain at the vige hall.


    The people who were most anxious were the humanities schrs and senior journalists. They suggested to the mercenary who seemed to be good at fighting that they leave the vige.


    -I don’t want to stay in this horrible ce even for a moment! Someone else might disappear at night!


    -Let’s go back on our own!


    The mercenary expressed his disapproval at those words.


    -Don’t you guys know? It’s not a distance you can travel on foot without a carriage. There will be monsters swarming nearby, and wouldn’t a tired human climbing the mountain look like nothing more than a lunchbox in their eyes? Whether you like it or not, the carriage wille in two days, so just be patient until then.


    -It’s better to risk your life and escape than to stay here!


    When the senior reporter said that, the mercenary reluctantly spread his palms wide.


    -1,000 gold. I too have to suffer and risk my life, so I must ept that.


    -Wow, where do you get such arge amount of money all of a sudden!


    -If you don’t like it, don’t drink it. We’ll just have to wait until the carriagees in two days. If you two can’t afford to pay, try getting someone else to do it.


    After hearing that, the two people dispersed. The humanities schr visited the drunkard and persuaded him.


    -Ha ha ha ha ha! me? I have no money! Why should I leave here when there is something more interesting to see?


    The drunkard said he would stay in the vige.


    Next, the reporter went to see the reporter, but the manager, who heard her story, became angry and screamed as if he had no choice.


    -Are you out of your mind now? What about special articles? This is our main job and our contract!


    -Is work important when your life is at stake? This town is dangerous, sir!


    -This is your chance for a scoop! How much readers can be attracted by a simple local event! This is what readers want!


    -Are you willing to throw your life away for money? it’s crazy!


    They were two people who could notmunicate at all.


    Of course, there was a part of what the manager said was correct. No matter what, I had to film and report, and that was my main job and part of my contract.


    So the manager, Simone, and Meilin decided to continue filming with the vigers. The senior reporter stayed at the vige hall, saying he would rather be fired.


    “Hmm….”


    Meilin held up the magic camera and filmed a scene of vigers sorting tomatoes. Soon he turned over the magic camera and checked the photo he had taken.


    “Maybe it’s because the expressions on the vigers’ faces are stiff, but the picture isn’t as cheerful as it was on the first day.”


    Simon also nodded.


    Due to the recent situation, the vigers seemed to be a little more cautious towards outsiders. For a long time, I didn’t speak well.


    “What do you think, Simon?”


    Maylin lowered her voice and said.


    “Are the people of this vige really rted to the disappearance of the group?”


    “I’m not sure yet. “If there really is a magic sword in this vige, it could have happened because of the magic sword.”


    Simon sighed lightly and lowered the magic shooting device.


    “Let’s check again tonight.”


    “Ah, Simon! “It’sing, it’sing!”


    Simon quickly came to his senses and looked ahead at Meilin’s words. An elderly-looking vige woman was approaching with a somewhat bitter smile on her face.


    “Thank you for your hard work, reporters.”


    “Vige residents are having a harder time. “We just capture your image.”


    Meilin spoke with the residents in a friendly manner. The old woman sighed deeply.


    “We also want to prove our innocence, but I think talking about it now will only increase distrust. “Residents have been told not to approach themunity center except during meal times.”


    “Ah, thank you for your concern. “It suddenly became like this.”


    “Yes, what is all this about?”


    The two people stopped talking for a moment and turned their heads at the sudden loud shout.


    The new bride, who seemed to havepletely lost her mind, was making a fuss, screaming loudly and kicking the basket containing tomatoes, demanding that her husband be returned to her. The vigers were in a panic, unable to touch her. In the end, the manager, who was worse off, went to stop him.


    “Oh, and after the sorting process is over, a little special ceremony will begin in the vige. Please make sure reporterse and film….”


    “Ah! of course! “It’s our job!”


    Simon, who was listening to the story, tilted his head.


    ‘Special ritual?’


    * * *


    Around the time Simon and Maylin were talking.


    At the home where the two people sneaked inst night, a woman was standing in front of her house with a serious expression.


    As she opened the wall and wiped the blood stains on her armor with a handkerchief, her expression became even colder.


    A long hair had fallen out. Even rare light blue hair that is notmon on the continent.


    She had ck short hair.


    In addition, none of the vigers had hair of this color, so her eyes widened as she quietly thought about it while holding it.


    There is one person.


    Although I am not from this vige.


    “…The woman.”


    The corners of her mouth were torn apart like a monster.


    * * *


    The traditional harvest season ritual of Mahih Vige has begun.


    The sound of flutes and drums rang out everywhere, and people in long clothes danced. Due to the nature of the Dark Alliance, which prohibits religion, it is not possible to worship God. ording to the vige chief, it is a traditional ceremony to pray for a sessful harvest and the well-being of the vige.


    One way or another, it was the event with the most things to see after the ordinary process of harvesting tomatoes. The manager was frantically moving around and filming, and so were Simone and Maylin.


    ‘There was a ce like this in this vige.’


    This was a high cliff located a little outside of the vige. Go a little further and you’ll reach a cliff. The vige residents carried out the ceremony, pping and cheering with excitement and liveliness as if they had never done so before.


    “I am grateful that I was able to safely harvest this year’s crops, and I hope that next year’s farming will be sessful as well.”


    The vige chief stepped forward and spoke. He stood in front of the white cloth in the middle.


    “Finally, we will begin the ceremony to select this year’s ‘Sword Master.’”


    p!


    The moment he lifted the cloth, Simon’s eyes widened.


    I saw a sword stuck deep in a crevice in the cliff. It was a very old-looking sword, as if it were a relic from a past era. People cheered, but Simon was smiling crookedly.


    ‘How can you not have doubts like this?’


    Sword ritual.


    It originates from a tale of a famous swordmaster from a past empire pulling out a legendary sword, and refers to the act of pulling out a sword stuck in a rock or a crevice in the ground.


    In fact, it has only been about 300 to 400 years since the era of knights ended. Young people in the Dark Alliance frown upon seeing remnants of a past era, but in old, closed rural viges, there are many ces where these remnants of the past are practiced in the name of tradition.


    This vige could have been overlooked if it were just a tradition, but Simon felt it was meaningful because it was a ce connected to the 1st Corps.


    The sturdy vige men stood up one by one and lined up, rubbing their palms or rxing their shoulders as if they had been waiting. It was evident from their expressions that they all wanted to be the protagonist of the day.


    “Simon, that.”


    Meilin approached and asked quietly.


    “Could that be the magic sword Juul is looking for?”


    “well.”


    Simon also strained his eyes and looked at the sword stuck in the rock. No matter how you look at it, it looks too ordinary to be called a magic sword, and it doesn’t have the slightest hint of ominous energy.


    “You could just ask me directly. what do you think about it?”


    Simon said that with themunication crystal ball he had hidden in his chest. After a while, Jules, who was hiding somewhere and watching, came back with an answer.


    -The magic sword is not responding. That appears to be an ordinary ceremonial sword.


    Jules’ words must be certain. Simon was finally able to feel at ease.


    Just like that, the men of the vige came out and whined, trying to grab the sword and pull it out. Some people were red-hot all the way to their necks and were shaking their whole bodies trying to get it out, while others seemed to have a lot of regrets and kept lifting and putting it down and trying it multiple times. All of those who gave up had deep regret on their faces.


    Men who said they were strong failed, and even elderly people and women tried it once in a while, but they all failed.


    “…There is always one person selected each year.”


    “This year is particrly unusual.”


    While people were chatting, the old woman who had spoken earlier approached Simon and Meilin.


    “Would you two reporters want to try it too?”


    “ah! Is that okay?”


    “of course. “There’s nothing that outsiders can’t do.”


    Meilin tapped Simon’s arm with her elbow with a yful look on her face.


    “Are you going to pick it?”


    “I’m thinking about it.”


    This is an opportunity. You have to do the research anyway.


    If you go and hold the sword in person, you will be able to know for sure whether it is a trick and whether it is really a magic sword. Simon nned to cut the rock out even if the sword was not lifted.


    “Then let’s go! “Starting with Reporter Lin!”


    Meilin, who had been pointed out, smiled and looked back at Simon.


    “You’re going to pick it anyway, so I’ll go and give it a try ande back!”


    “Okay, be careful.”


    Meilin raised her hand and said, ‘I’m going!’ and stepped forward. The vige people allughed and pped their hands. An expression that is not expected at all just by looking at her delicate appearance.


    Soon, Meilin rubbed her hands together and grabbed the handle of the sword.


    “yap!”


    Tuk.


    However, the sword was pulled out too easily without even applying any force.


    There was silence for a moment, and Meilin stiffened.


    Wow!


    There were wild cheers from all directions. Meilin looked embarrassed at what a viger said and raised her sword above her head in an awkward pose.


    Simon scratched his head.


    ‘hmm.’


    Sigh.


    Simon’s gaze turned to the audience.


    It was an unexpected situation that the sword was drawn during Meyrin’s turn, but it seemed like I got an important hint thanks to her.


    Anyway, Meirin, who drew her sword, became the main character of this year’s event, wearing a cape and being carried on a pnquin and circled around. Meilin waved both arms and greeted those around her, and the manager worked hard to activate the magic camera to capture her appearance.


    So the whole event ended.


    “Reporter Lin.”


    The old woman came groveling.


    “Congrattions on bing a sword master this year.”


    “Oh, thank you! “I’m a little dazed.”


    “There is nothing else I would like to ask of you, so if you feel ufortable, please let me know.”


    What the old woman said was that she would like to participate in the ceremony as a ‘sword master’ until the evening’s event. Meilin nced at Simon, and Simon shook his head.


    ‘This is crossing a line. ‘It’s too dangerous.’


    Maylin seemed to understand as well and said with an apologetic smile.


    “Uh, I’m sorry. “I guess it’s a bit difficult because of the situation…”


    I declined.


    Simon looked at the old woman’s expression. Should I force it? Or threats?


    “Oh no! I guess we asked too much. sorry. “Please rest well.”


    Surprisingly, it came off easily. Although Meirin became a sword master, the others also did not want to do anything more than that.


    and.


    The third night in question drew closer and closer.


    * * *


    It is soon night.


    Before dinner time, Simone left under the pretext of wrapping up the filming and called Maylin and Jules again.


    “ruler.”


    Simon crossed his arms with a serious expression.


    “We have gathered some evidence. Let’s overturn it starting tomorrow.”