Summoned with an SSS-Rank Portal Skill-Chapter 341: Early Vacation? William is Concerned

The students listened closely to William. He was their mentor, the one whose advice they followed.

That day, he had more than one class, so he was only free at around 4 pm, which was quite late when compared to most professors. He was one of the few who had been working hard.

After finishing work, William usually read necromancy books and prepared to learn about Brian and plan his death.

But now? Now the principal wanted him to investigate the spies within the academy grounds.

William thought that he would be able to stall and start it at another time, but that didn’t happen. A few minutes after he entered his room in the professor’s dorm, the principal showed up with some files.

"Here’s everything we know," the principal said, handing William a scroll. "Read it today. Start investigating tonight, if you can."

William accepted the scroll. "I don’t have time for this. Classes are tiring, and I need time for myself—training, etc."

All professors who worked in the magic academy were powerful, but the training never stopped.

There were always new spells to learn, new ways to power up the body, and new recipes for potions and enchantments.

So, the principal understood why William was upset about it. He also wanted his teachers to keep improving, as that would mean better teaching and greater prestige for the academy itself.

"I get why you’re frustrated," the principal said. "There’s some news, though—well, not all of it is good. We might have an early vacation in two weeks."

William was surprised. The first-year students had just arrived, yet classes would stop.

"Did something happen?" William said sharply.

His first thought: something strange was happening. It was the only explanation.

The principal sighed, "You’ll find out eventually, but the teachers will have to leave the academy on a mission. You would go there too, but because you are responsible for the investigation, you’ll stay."

"What kind of mission?" William pressed.

"It’s related to the safety of the kingdom, that’s all I can tell you," the principal said, "not even the teachers themselves know. I think they will be gone for like 1 month, maybe more."

It was a long vacation for the students, and for William too! He wouldn’t need to teach anything, giving him more free time throughout the day, which the principal would certainly want him to use for investigative purposes.

"I understand."

That was the last thing they talked about. After that, the principal left. He was a man with lots of things to do, so he couldn’t lose much of his time talking.

William, alone in his room, wondered about the mission the teachers would be going on. It was just too much of a coincidence that they had found out about the spies from the necromancer cult, and now the teachers were leaving the academy as well.

"Did they find out where the cult is or something?" William wondered.

If that were the case, then it would be best to warn the cult somehow. William knew exactly how to do that.

The necromancy books in William’s possession carried a peculiar trait. Of course, beyond the fact that one needed a secret spell just to read them...

Inside the pages, William had stumbled upon a note. It described a small incantation. To perform it, he would need a handful of ingredients—nothing too difficult to obtain.

The spell’s purpose was clear: it allowed communication with the cult of necromancers. Through it, William could warn them that something was about to unfold.

"I can’t waste any time," William thought.

He flipped through the book with remarkable speed, searching for the note. Once he found it, he immediately began his preparations.

The ingredients were simple: a few types of leaves and, of course, William’s own blood. The thought of using his blood unsettled him, but he was willing to take the risk if it meant alerting the cult.

The leaves he needed were easy to find in the school’s greenhouse. As he stepped inside, William called out to check if anyone was there.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" he asked.

No voice answered. The greenhouse was completely empty. After making sure he was alone, he gathered the herbs he required.

Normally, the herbology professor spent most of her time in the greenhouse, but she was away on the mission the headmaster had mentioned. Because of that, William had no trouble collecting the plants.

After that, William quickly returned to his room, careful to remain discreet. The last thing he wanted was to draw attention. It wasn’t that taking herbs from the greenhouse was forbidden for someone of his rank, but he would have to explain why he needed them—and that was a conversation he preferred to avoid.

Inside his room, William placed a wooden basin on the table. He crushed the herbs into a pulp and added a few drops of his own blood. It wasn’t much, just enough to bind the spell.

Holding the basin with both hands, he began to chant the words written in the note. His mind had to focus entirely on the necromancer cult. He needed to picture their gathering place, to let his thoughts be carried there, so the connection could be forged.

Minutes passed. Nearly ten in total before the spell began to take hold. The blood, though only a few drops, thickened unnaturally, spreading until it covered the entire basin.

Now it looked as though he had poured a full liter of blood inside. Slowly, a face emerged from the crimson surface—the face of the one who commanded that particular sect.

"William?" the voice asked, resonating from the blood. "Something must be wrong for you to use this spell."

"Yes," William replied with a weary sigh. "We may have a problem."

And with that, he shared everything with the necromancer leader.

The spell wouldn’t last long, so William had to explain everything as quickly as possible. The leader of the necromancer cult sounded uneasy—his tone betrayed a hint of apprehension.

"I’ll contact you once I uncover more about this. Thank you, and be careful."

When the spell finally dissolved, William lay back and stared at the ceiling of his room. From the way the leader had spoken, it seemed clear he hadn’t expected any of his spies to be discovered, nor that an investigation would be underway.

And then there was the unsettling matter of all the professors suddenly leaving the school. A group of powerful mages like them could cause serious devastation if they were heading into battle.

"Now I’ve got to clean all this up... what a pain," William muttered with irritation.

After making sure no trace of the spell remained in his room, William took the documents the headmaster had given him and began to read carefully. The amount of information the headmaster had on the spies was minimal—which explained why he wanted William to begin the investigation.

The real problem now was deciding where to start. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

William chose to begin with the room of the captured spy. Even though he had no real desire to investigate—after all, William himself was a spy—he needed to at least put on a show for the headmaster. He had to make it look as though everything was proceeding exactly as expected.

Yet his thoughts kept drifting elsewhere. His mind was fixed on Brian... and on the Lich imprisoned beneath the school. That night, William had already made up his mind. He would descend once more into the depths of the school—and speak with the Lich.