Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 160

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 160
Simon had long known that Anna suffered from a chronic illness.
Since Simon’s childhood, she had fallen ill for a handful of days each year with an ailment of unknown origin, growing weaker with time, only to rise as if nothing had happened after a few days had passed.
But now, as Anna lay in bed looking gaunt and wasted, her condition appeared worse than Simon had ever witnessed.
Whatever precautions Richard had taken, a magical circle drawn from mana unfurled beneath the bed on which Anna lay.
“Come along, Simon.”
While she slept, Richard and Simon stepped outside. The two climbed a low hill not far from the house.
“Father, what’s happened to Mother?”
After walking a few paces, Simon could no longer contain himself and asked. Richard answered in an even tone.
“It’s that chronic illness of hers. Only this time, a complication has arisen.”
The Healing Medicine that relieved Anna’s condition could only be produced by the Sacred Federation.
But recently, in the wake of the Nephthys Incident, Efnel had issued the highest level of Alert Order across all Sacred Federation territories. Every route out of the federation was under strict control.
“The broker who usually supplied the medicine once a year contacted us to say that this year will be difficult.”
Simon’s expression went blank. He had never imagined that events in Kizen could ripple so far, reaching Reshhil and his parents.
“Don’t worry too much. I’ve already taken measures.”
“Measures?”
Richard looked up at the sky and continued.
“I was able to contact one of your mother’s acquaintances. They’ve secured the medicine and have agreed to deliver it personally here to Reshhil. It should arrive sometime this week at the latest.”
“Ah…!”
Simon’s face brightened.
“What a relief! They must be an incredible person!”
“Indeed. And so I have a favor to ask of you.”
Richard met Simon’s eyes and continued.
“I’d like you to go and meet them. Given how turbulent times are, and since they’re from Efnel, they’re likely to feel their safety is at risk. I’d want you to take on their protection.”
Simon nodded vigorously.
“Yes! Leave it to me.”
The medicine would arrive within the week.
Anna would be fine.
With the full picture now clear, the heavy atmosphere between father and son eased somewhat. Richard inquired about Simon’s life in Kizen, and Simon poured forth his stories as though he’d been waiting for the chance.
Friends he’d made there, his professors, his classes and Practical Assessments, and the Necromancer techniques he’d learned in the meantime.
As he spoke, Simon felt it anew: that his time in Kizen truly had been precious and happy. Richard, listening to his son, wore a subtle smile.
“That place remains the same.”
There was a deep resonance to Richard’s voice as he spoke.
“Do you have any female classmates you’re courting?”
“…!”
Ambushed by the sudden question, Simon flushed and looked flustered.
“No, I don’t.”
“Good.”
Richard ruffled Simon’s hair approvingly.
“Right now, you’re in the most important period of your life as you chart your future. Wholesome friendships are fine, but youthful passion is notoriously difficult to control. Going forward, be especially cautious in your dealings with the opposite sex.”
“…”
Simon fixed Richard with a steady gaze. The vaguely defiant glint in his eyes caught Richard off guard.
Had Simon ever looked at him that way before?
“What’s the matter?”
“It’s nothing.”
Simon puffed out his lips and turned away.
Richard was bewildered. His obedient, well-behaved son, showing rebelliousness?
It seemed inevitable that mixing with peers his own age at school would cultivate the sort of defiant spirit typical of his age.
‘…Wait, doesn’t Father remember what he himself did?’
Simon, meanwhile, had already heard from Nephthys and Pier about Richard’s own student days. The thought that his father would preach caution about romance after living such a… remarkably undisciplined life struck him as more than a little unfair.
The son’s first rebellion and the father’s conveniently forgotten past—the two men’s thoughts diverged in entirely different directions.

* * *
On the way down the hill after finishing their talk about Kizen.
Simon had made up his mind.
‘I have to say it now.’
There was no point in drawing out this time with his father any further.
“Father.”
“Yes? What is it, Simon?”
“There are two things I’d like to ask you.”
Simon stopped in his tracks and posed a question, and Richard sensed the moment had come. His own expression grew serious, and he nodded.
“Go ahead.”
“First, what exactly is the incurable disease Mother has? If the healing medicine can only be obtained from the Sacred Federation, isn’t it related to Priests?”
For Simon, his son, the past of Richard and Anna lay shrouded in fog.
Questions about the two of them were forbidden as an unspoken rule, and Richard had only ever said that learning those facts could drag Simon into danger as well.
But circumstances had changed. Simon had become a Legion Commander, inheriting Richard’s legion, and was now directly involved.
Simon wanted to know what his parents’ past had been, what the truth was behind the illness his mother had always dismissed as a “chronic condition.”
“You’re right. It’s time you knew.”
Richard lifted his gaze.
“Your mother was one of the seven Saints of Efnel. In the Sacred Federation, she was known as the ‘Saint of Miracles.'”
Simon’s mouth fell open.
His mother was a Saint of Efnel, just like Francesca?
He’d suspected she was an exceptional Priest, but the truth exceeded his imagination. And here he stood—the child born between a Legion Commander and a Saint.
“The illness Anna carries is a new sickness that arose as a side effect of forcibly removing the ‘Saint’s Essence’ from her body.”
“Forcibly… removing the Saint’s Essence?”
Simon had already heard of the Saint’s Essence from Nephthys.
—When a Saint dies, something called the ‘Saint’s Essence’ flows out and drifts through the air! Soon it will settle upon someone in the Sacred Federation with high essence affinity, and a new Saint will be born.
The power to transform a human into a semi-divine being called a Saint. Tearing that out by force would have been an enormous operation. And Richard had also dissolved his legion of his own volition.
Simon had always thought their life here in Reshhil was leisurely and peaceful, but in truth, the two of them had made great sacrifices for this everyday existence.
“There is no way to cure the illness completely. Still, thanks to the healing medicine the Sacred Federation created, she can continue living.”
……
Simon nodded and looked toward Richard.
“My second question is about Father.”
“Ask away.”
“You were a Legion Commander.”
Richard’s expression showed a flicker of surprise.
“I heard you were famous in Kizen. But the records of the Necromancer Richard are strangely absent.”
The professors, save Nephthys, and his friends—none of them had known the name Richard. He’d searched through the Kizen library for clues about his father, but found nothing.
“Who exactly were you?”
……
Richard smiled faintly.
“I used an alias.”
In his childhood, Richard had resented and hated his own father, Telon. He was a brilliant Necromancer, but simultaneously the worst of fathers.
A sociopath and an alcoholic who inflicted violence upon his son and wife with frequency. He laid hands upon Richard’s body for the sake of his own research.
Richard fled the tyranny, abandoning both the surname and name his father had given him. And he decided to choose his own name, declaring that he would determine his own identity.
Later, when Nephthys took notice of him and he entered Kizen, he used that name even as a Legion Commander.
“Yona.”
Richard smiled.
“When you return to Kizen, search under that name.”
Richard offered no further elaboration, and since Simon had received an answer to his question, he didn’t press further.
“Father.”
“Yes.”
“I actually became a Legion Commander. I inherited your legion.”
Richard’s pupils trembled sharply.
“…Did Nephthys tell you?”
“Yes.”
“What of Pier?”
“He was freed from his seal and is doing well. I’ve also gathered Erzsebet and Prince now.”
Simon was curious what sort of reaction Richard would show.
Would he be proud?
Or would he scold him?
But Richard showed neither reaction.
“I see.”
That was all he said. Yet his voice carried countless emotions.
“I’m glad you have no regrets.”
Richard didn’t ask Simon further questions about the legion. The two of them had already arrived home.

* * *
The next morning.
Simon had set out early and was now racing through the mountain range.
‘It’s been far too long.’
As the deputy lord of Reshhil, Simon had crossed the mountains countless times to manage the various settlements scattered throughout the territory. Even without a Core, he’d traversed Reshhil’s treacherous peaks thousands upon thousands of times.
Now, as a Necromancer, he could conquer the mountain terrain far more swiftly. Maintaining Internal Dark Element Manipulation while running atop the shadow aura, the landscape blurred past him in rapid succession.
As he ran, Simon found himself thinking of Richard’s words.
“The guest should have arrived nearby by now. But the Gallae Forest Path sees frequent monster activity, and the terrain is treacherous enough that newcomers always get lost. I need you to guide them personally.”
A visitor from the Sacred Federation, no less.
Simon felt a keen surge of curiosity.
In times when the entire continent was in turmoil, here was someone who had journeyed all the way to the Dark Alliance carrying medicine for Anna’s sake. A person who had wagered their life for her. He owed them an enormous debt of gratitude.
And so Simon arrived at the Gallae Forest Path.
The essential gateway for entering Reshhil.
He settled onto a tall tree where he’d have a clear view, concealing himself among the branches to wait.
Crunch.
He popped a rice ball—clumsily made by Richard—into his mouth. He had no idea how many days he’d need to wait here for the guest to arrive.
Only the occasional merchant caravan passed through; the forest path was remarkably quiet. Anticipating a long vigil, Simon retrieved his coursework from the pocket dimension.
‘…Ah!’
While absorbed in his studies, he spotted a lone traveler entering the Gallae Forest Path.
A white robe pulled up over their head, a backpack slung across their shoulders.
The appearance matched Richard’s description almost exactly. Simon tucked his coursework back into the pocket dimension and leaped down from the tree.
“It’s an honor to meet you.”
Simon bowed respectfully.
The traveler, startled by his sudden appearance, halted mid-step with a sharp intake of breath.
“Ah, I—”
Whoosh!
A gust of wind swept through.
The traveler’s form vanished, and in an instant they were at Simon’s side, driving a kick toward him.
Boom!
Simon raised his right arm just in time to block.
Leg and forearm locked, trembling against each other in a contest of strength. Leaves spiraled skyward, and dust kicked up around them.
Simon maintained his pleasant expression as he spoke.
“Wait, please. I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”
“You.”
A woman’s voice came from within the robe.
“You’re a Necromancer, aren’t you?”

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