Saintess Summons Skeletons

Shaily’s eyelids were growing heavier by the minute. Her skeleton had spent the last three hours hunting by itself in the forest, yet neither of them had leveled up a single time despite long meeting the experience requirement. Her arm’s bleeding had greatly slowed thanks to the tight bandages, but she was pale and weak from the blood loss. Despite the situation, she had managed to do what she set out to do: learn the necromancy ritual circle down to its finer details. Although Shaily liked to think that she had a very good memory and was a fast learner, committing such a complex ritual circle to memory in such a short time was still a challenge. It was made even harder when the candle lighting the place had burned out two thirds of the way through and she had to learn the rest by feeling the wet grooves in the limestone floor by hand.

Finally done, she propped herself against one of the crypt’s humid walls and closed her eyes for just a second.

Shaily was woken up by the worrying feeling of foreign mana latching onto her soul, something she was trained to notice, but couldn’t currently do anything about. She opened her eyes just in time to see the scenery shift around her, from the damp and dark crypt to a richly-decorated room with large openings on the four sides letting in plenty of fresh air and morning sunlight.

Mountaintop?

She was on the marble floor in the middle of the room, surrounded by four men.

[Oracle - Lv.300+]

[Supporter - Lv.100+]

[Supporter - Lv.200+]

[Protector - Lv.62]

“It seems like we have another failed attempt on our hands,” the oracle told the other men. He was a tall and kind-looking old man with a short white beard and hair, dressed in white and gold. “Raise her fast, Armand. God is getting impatient,” he continued, speaking to the level 100+ supporter, a mountain of a man in heavy armor. “Go now. And heal her up, while you’re at it,” he finally ordered, walking away to a balcony.

“It will be done,” the armored man answered solemnly, walking up to Shaily and sending a healing spell her way, instantly making her feel a lot less tired.

Not direct healing but energy transfer?

“Can you walk, Saintess?” the man asked.

Shaily nodded, getting up without much trouble.

“Then follow me,” he ordered, leading the way to a spiral staircase leading down after giving a polite nod to the other old man who had not spoken a word until now. Shaily followed obediently and the low-level young man in armor closed the march.

Sofia woke up already chained up to a bed, so she might have never even met some of these people. Just the oracle’s mana perception has to be at least hundreds of meters large, how in the high heavens did she ever manage to escape that!?

The staircase strangely led directly from the top floor to the bottom, several levels below, without a single stop, and exited directly in the middle of a huge library with shelves and shelves of old books and scrolls.

Only one entrance, two level 100+ guards.

The guards let the group through, and there were two more on the other side.

Four guards… Sneaking into the library is a dead end, and so is escaping by jumping out from the Oracle’s balcony, then.

Shaily was led through the priests’ quarters, then the paladins’, before finally arriving at a closed courtyard. There, she was brought to a corner room that contained only a bed.

This place is called the Holy-see? More like the Holy fortress, no? We just walked through and I counted 72 men in armor, all between level 50 and 200. Are they preparing for war?

At least there’s no chains on the bed…

“Return to your station, Jeb,” the tall man dismissed the younger one before he entered the room after Shaily, closing the heavy wooden close behind him.

“Are you unable to speak, Saintess?” he asked Shaily, who was looking at the human city in the distance from the room’s large windows.

“I’m perfectly able to speak,” she answered, turning her attention back to the huge man.

“Do you not have any questions about your situation?” he probed with a hint of curiosity in his rugged voice.

“Not really? I just became the Saintess of Scripture, it is fairly easy to imagine the rest. The Holy-See, right? Although I am curious about the ‘failed attempt’.”

The man sighed, “Do not speak God’s name in vain.”

A tired religious fanatic? I see. “As you wish. On second thoughts, another question, if you’ll allow me: when can I leave?”

“Leave?” The man repeated, “I apologize, Saintess, but you are not leaving.”

“Oh I did not mean definitely, but I would love to be able to explore the hu- the city below,” Shaily said, catching herself at the last moment before saying something she would have regretted.

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The man frowned for a second. “You will be allowed out for official events if you keep yourself presentable and perform your duties well,” he finally explained.

“Alright. When do I start?” Shaily asked with a wide smile.

The man was so taken aback by Shaily’s enthusiasm that he lost his words for a second.

He cleared his throat, “All you need to do is to follow my orders. No more, no less. As long as you do, you will get more amenities in your room.”

Sounds like a script he’s already said many times. Let’s derail it a little…

“So I do get more than a bed,” Shaily interjected as the man was about to say more, “Are religious texts included? I would love to learn more about God’s good name. Perhaps even take a look at the library we walked through on the way here?”

The man blinked a few times. “Please do not interrupt, Saintess. You will begin training immediately, use your mana on [Summon Hero] any time you canand get it up to at minimum level ten. We will bring you clean food and clothes soon, until then, you should sleep. I will be back later today, do not leave the room,” he explained before he started to leave.

“Understood, sir Armand!”

The man stopped in his tracks and looked back with a conflicted expression, “Magisterium Ovohen,” he corrected, and he gave a few last words before he was fully out of the door, “Keep at least one point of mana in reserve or you will get headaches. Now sleep, Saintess.”

Finally the door closed, and Shaily was alone.

Shaily’s bright smile crumbled.

She let herself fall on the bed and rolled around, clutching her head.

Aaaaaargh! What am I even supposed to do?! I need to kill that guy? I’m not even sure I could do that outside of the trial, let alone inside it!

Sofia really killed him? Like really?! Did he choke on a crouton and die? How…

After she calmed down a bit, Shaily scratched her head as she stared at the ceiling. Having no horns feels so weird…

Fifteen months… Alright, alright, let’s sleep a bit…

Shaily woke up with a jolt of pain when it was already night. A cart with some supplies was near the door, and moonlight was the only source of light in the room. She quickly understood the reason for her sudden pain. She had received a barrage of system windows while she was asleep, ending with a bunch of level ups all at once.

[Recovery partially successful]

[Classes have been reduced to one]

[A new class has been created]

[Anomalies may arise]

[+1 Classless Skill Slot has been awarded as compensation]

[Held experience has been redistributed]

‘[Holy Skeleton] reached level 12’

‘You gained a level!’

‘You gained a level!’

‘You gained a level!’

…

[A new Passive Skill is available!]

[New Active Skills are available!]

The origins of teacher’s messy class. Will I learn the original Angel bolt? She said it was combinations of half skills, right?

Name : Sofia

Age : 19

Class : [Saintomancer] ♢

Level : 12

Health : 60 / 60

Stamina : 60 / 60

Mana : 10500 / 10500

Active Skills (3 / 5)

[Holy Skeleton] - Level 1, Summon Lv. 12

[Heal Undead] - Level 1

[Summon blood] - Level 1

Passive Skills (1 / 5)

[Blessing of ] - Lev

Classless Skills (4 / 6)

  [Menial chores] - Level 7

  [Sprint] - Level 3

  [Fast reading] - Level 12

  [Shenanigans] - Level 48

Summoned heroes (1 / 4)

• Lv.1 Pareth (Human Holy Skeleton)

WHAT IS WITH THESE STATS?!

THIS IS MORE THAN TWICE THE MANA I HAVE AT LEVEL 99!!!

AND SIXTY HEALTH AT LEVEL TWELVE?

ARE YOU MADE OF PAPER?

… I need to calm down…

New skills.

Available Active Skills :

• [Dispel ] : Dispels

• • [ bolt] : projectile from the hand.

Oh, this is the Angel’s bolt bolt!

Available Passive Skills :

• • [ Deep] : the Deep.

Wait… Is this what I think it is? ‘Don’t look into it, it’s dangerous, I’m serious, don’t even say my name,’ she said.

Of course we looked into it.

The principal was reluctant but he said enough that we understood how big of a deal this was. Forbidden names too dangerous to say out loud…

So this is what she did…

This might be dangerous, but…

An orphan knows an opportunity when they see one.

You have acquired the passive skill : ‘ Deep’

[Blessing of Deep] : The saintess is blessed by the Deep.

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