The Summoning Genius of Kizen - Chapter 165 Simon and Lete rose from their seats. Simon couldn't get up in one go after kneeling for several hours. As his legs went numb and he stumbled, Lete clicked her tongue in disapproval, as if he were pathetic. “Ah—a man making such a fuss, can’t you get up quickly?” …As expected of a Priest, every word was conservative. Still, Simon, being the one receiving instruction, maintained a smile without expressing any complaints. “The first subject we’ll learn is ‘Blessing Studies,’ the core of a Priest. It’s white magic that strengthens me and others with the grace of the Goddess.” Lete placed her hands on her hips and explained in a clear voice. “And the blessing we’ll practice is Strength. It’s the most basic blessing for enhancing physical power. Let’s start with this.” Lete took out her Blessing Studies textbook and opened it to the page with the Strength magic circle. She then explained each divine formula, ensuring Simon understood, before closing the book and making him repeatedly draw the same circle on the ground with a twig until he could do it perfectly. Only then did she tell him to create the magic circle with divine power. Simon absorbed all the information like a sponge, then attempted it. ‘I can do anything.’ Wooong! Now, generating divine power from his fingertips was simple. Next, he tried to draw the composition of the magic circle in his mind with divine power. ‘Ohh.’ The divine power wriggling in Simon’s hand was like a well-behaved child. It was different from Jet Black, which took years to go from simple emission to shape transformation. Divine power moved exactly as Simon intended. Of course, it only moved well; creating a magic circle with it was another matter entirely. He could somehow draw the circular shape, but completing the divine language and the internal details was quite difficult. “Hoo.” His 20th attempt. Again, he drew the circle but failed at the formula. “It’s because you lack faith. Faith.” Lete kept giving advice from the side. She was now lying prone on the grass, diligently scribbling something in her textbook. “What’s that?” “Summer homework.” “……” Lete made a sullen face. “What, got a complaint?” “No. Just, good luck.” Simon was also a student and understood how tough summer assignments could be. He left her be and refocused. ‘Lete’s method is the typical Priest method. I’ll go my own way.’ In Simon’s opinion, the biggest problem he faced right now was ‘habit.’ His habits from drawing magic circles with Jet Black kept unconsciously influencing his divine power. Jet Black had a ‘tendency to remember.’ For simple dark magic, he had reached a level where merely recalling the name and main rune would automatically complete the entire formula. But divine power had no such thing. If he even slightly slipped into the unconscious while drawing a magic circle, it would often dissipate. ‘So.’ Simon gritted his teeth. ‘I’ll manifest the entire image at once.’ Divine power was freely controllable and intimately connected to one’s mind, so there was no need to draw it meticulously like Jet Black. ‘The completed magic circle in my mind.’ Simon, summoning his utmost concentration, envisioned the magic circle in his mind and lowered his gaze to his left hand. ‘Pull it out!’ Wooong! The divine power that had been wriggling in his hand spread out like a large dough. One by one, the divine words he had learned from Lete were embedded within it. ‘Not enough!’ Simon bit his lip. ‘Imagination and concentration alone have limits! Cover the remaining parts with insight!’ Mana, Jet Black, or divine power. Mage, Necromancer, or Priest. What difference did it make? Since they all originated from a single source, the ultimate truth they would reach was also one. The letters on the magic circle slowly moved. Simon mobilized all the knowledge he had learned at Kizen. He created paths for the divine power to flow through the characters, made breathing holes to allow it to circulate. Where resistance occurred, he twisted the routes. There was no need to overthink it. He just needed to make sure divine power flowed through every part of the magic circle. Simon assembled the magic circle like solving a puzzle, and finally. Woo-woo-wooong! The magic circle was complete. Lete, who had been lying prone doing her homework, looked at Simon with wide, startled eyes like a rabbit. ‘What on earth is that human’s true identity?!’ He really completed the magic circle. And he only just manifested white magic today! Her body trembled. “I’ll test if it works.” Simon said that and carefully placed his palm on the white magic circle. “……!” He felt the magic circle being drawn into his body, along with an unknown energy surging within him. At the same time, he saw a reddish-white tail wrapping around his body. ‘I’m overflowing with power!’ Simon approached a nearby tree and punched it without using Jet Black operation. Kwoong! Seeing the leaves fall, Simon clenched his fist. He could definitely feel his physical strength increasing. “I did it, Lete! I used the blessing correctly, right?” “……” Lete, who had been staring blankly, suddenly turned her back. Then she began scratching the ground with her fingertip. ‘Does this make sense? It took me a week, but he made it in a day? And he’s someone who doesn’t even believe in the Goddess?’ She felt like he was someone who shook the very foundation of her hard-earned faith. Lete remained silent for almost 10 minutes, when she should have said something, so Simon cautiously spoke. “What are you thinking about?” “……I’m thinking I want to beat you up.” “That’s nothing new.” Simon chuckled softly. “What are you going to teach me next?” Lete stared at Simon intently. A Necromancer using divine power. No matter that it was Anna’s request and she needed a collaborator, was she perhaps doing something insane right now? Would teaching this person white magic truly become a great threat to Efnel later on? If she were to face him on the battlefield someday as a Saint, would she regret this day? “What’s wrong, Lete?” “……” She sighed deeply and slowly stood up. No matter how many times she thought about it, the conclusion was the same. It was foolish to try to interpret the Goddess’s will with her own narrow, mortal perspective. “Divine power is the power of those blessed and recognized by the gods.” Her eyes hardened. “I’m sure there’s a reason the Goddess gave you divine power.” She couldn’t make the mistake of misinterpreting the Goddess’s will based solely on her own judgment. Wasn’t that the teaching she always learned at Efnel? “Just promise me one thing.” She said, her eyes firm. “Whether you believe in the Goddess or not, whether we fight later or not, when you use white magic, you will never do anything that crosses the ‘line’.” “Okay, I promise.” Hoo. Lete sighed and nodded with a cold expression. “Then, let’s move on to the next.” * * * Simon learned basic yet core white magic from Lete. Strength from Blessing Studies, Divine Arrow from Divine Mechanics, and Heal from Healing Studies. Since he had just learned them, they weren't yet at a level he could use in real combat, so more practice was needed. And one more thing. Now Simon could wield both divine power and Jet Black, but using the two powers simultaneously was an entirely new domain. For example, if he maintained ‘Internal Jet Black Operation’ while applying ‘Strength’ to his body, the two powers would clash, often causing one of them to dissipate. To use both powers simultaneously, to fight with a double core, he would need to practice that separately. For now, Simon focused purely on mastering white magic. Lete also focused on theory on the first day and then guided him to improve stability through repetitive practice from the second day onwards. ‘This is fun.’ Simon was practicing applying Strength to his body and running to improve its stability. Applying a blessing wasn't the end of it. He had to constantly exert effort in managing the divine power to prevent the blessing from fading. ‘Learning new things is so much fun, I could die!’ Simon grinned broadly and suddenly accelerated his running speed. Lete, running beside him, yelled. “Ah, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly running like crazy?!” “Just because I want to!” “Just do as you’re told! Ah, seriously!” The refreshing headwind even blew away his sweat. Simon never let the blessing dissipate once. After finishing the lesson and returning home, a new mission awaited him. “Simon, go to Butant Village.” “Yes!” A patrol mission for a village within the Reshill territory. Reshill, located in a rugged mountain range, had no large cities. There were dozens of small villages scattered throughout the mountains, and patrolling them was also a duty of the Reshill heir. “Father.” “What is it, Simon?” “If I complete the task safely, would you teach me dark magic?” Richard, who was cleaning the floor, widened his eyes. Lete, sprawled on the sofa from exhaustion, stared at Simon as if he were crazy. “But haven’t you been practicing white magic until now?” “I can’t neglect the dark magic part either.” He had no intention of wasting even a single second of his vacation. During these two months, Simon planned to maximize his achievements in both dark and white magic. “Hahaha! You’ll be learning it to death whether you like it or not when you return to Kizen, so why the rush?” “It’s a magic I won’t be able to learn immediately even when I return to Kizen.” “What do you want to learn?” Simon took a light breath and replied. “Corpse Explosion.” Kwahahahahaha! At his words, Richard burst into booming laughter like a madman. Simon was surprised. He thought he had never seen Richard laugh with his mouth wide open like that before. “Isn’t that a high-level dark magic you only learn in your second year?” Simon was startled by the flashing current in Richard’s eyes, but he quickly hid it and said, “Yes, I had a chance to get a taste of it, and I want to master it before the feeling fades.” If it hadn’t been for this sudden vacation, he would have gone to Aaron and begged him to teach him, but the situation had changed. And Simon wasn’t one to just pass by a great Necromancer right in front of him. “Teaching it isn’t difficult, but don’t expect Kizen professor-level instruction from your father. Those people are professionals among professionals. They are several times better at teaching than I am.” “It’s fine if you just show me. Please!” As Simon bowed his head, Richard stroked his chin. “Alright, but on one condition.” He took out a bracelet and an ankle bracelet from his subspace and dropped them on the floor. “These are all artifacts cursed with Exhaust. If you wear these and patrol all the villages, I’ll consider it.” “Really?” “Of course! Hahaha!” Simon quickly sat down and put on the cursed bracelet. Lete, who had been watching him intently, stood up with an obviously exhausted expression and headed for the master bedroom. She saw Anna, wrapped in Jet Black bandages, lying down. She plopped down beside Anna, leaned against her, and said with a fed-up expression, “……Teacher Anna. It seems all the men in this house are crazy.”
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