Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 161

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Summoning Genius at the Necromancer Academy Episode 161
“You’re a necromancer?”
Her voice had a sharp, hostile edge to it.
Simon sensed something was wrong and spoke hastily.
“Wait, I’m——”
Before he could finish, she was already moving. Her right leg lashed out in a kick, and before it even descended, her body launched skyward and her left foot came flying at him.
Crack!
Simon raised both arms to guard. The force was tremendous—his body slid backward across the ground.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The moment distance opened between them, Holy Magic Circles unfolded around her like a blooming pattern. From within them, white flashes erupted like machinegun fire.
“Tch!”
Simon quickly channeled the Dark Element beneath his feet and launched upward. A series of massive Holy explosions detonated where he’d been standing.
‘There’s no room for negotiation here!’
While she pressed her assault with Holy Magic Circles, she brought both hands together at her chest and began to pray.
Her body became enveloped in blue, green, and yellow light. Simon’s expression hardened.
‘A Priest’s Blessing.’
The air around them shifted.
If necromancers had curses, priests had blessings. He could feel an enormous, inexplicable energy disturbing the atmosphere itself.
She swept her arms backward and unfurled a Holy Magic Circle.
Boom——!
It was the same type of magic circle as before, but cast after receiving the blessing, its radius expanded fivefold.

A barrage of light erupted from within, swallowing Simon’s entire body and detonating in a massive explosion.
Crash——
An explosive Holy Magic spell especially devastating against necromancers and the undead. She watched the explosion calmly, confident of victory.

Then a black tendril shot from within the explosion, piercing through her body.
Her eyes widened in shock. Her vision fractured into three overlapping images, and nausea crashed over her.
‘A curse!’
She quickly erected a powerful Holy Shield around herself and placed a hand on her chest, beginning to purify the curse.
She was startled. Despite being caught in Holy Magic catastrophic to necromancers, he’d still had enough strength left to complete a curse.
‘I was careless. I’ll purge the curse and resume combat immediately.’
White light rippled across her chest, and her wavering vision returned to normal. At that moment, a quiet voice emerged from the smoke.
“Anna Polentia.”
Her eyes snapped open wide. Simon stood unharmed in the haze of smoke, with no defensive Dark Magic shielding him at all, wearing a bitter smile.
“You came to meet our mother, didn’t you?”
“……”
Her movements stopped.
In truth, having received an opening attack of this magnitude, he would have been justified in counterattacking, but Simon made one final attempt at conversation.
After all, she was his benefactor—she carried Anna’s cure. He didn’t want to fight.
“You’re……”
Her voice trembled.
More anger than shock.
Her robe fell away, and hair white as winter snow cascaded down like a flowing wave.
“The teacher’s son?”

* * *
Rette, eighteen years old. First-year student at Efnel.
That was all she introduced herself as. The two of them had called off the battle and were now climbing the mountain range together.
“I’ll pick up the pace a bit.”
Simon kicked off the ground and launched upward. He worried whether she could keep up properly, but Rette, refusing to be outdone, channeled Holy Power and soared after him.
“Don’t worry about me—just go at your fastest speed and take the shortest route.”
She tossed the words out curtly.
“And keep a three-meter distance between us. Damn necromancer.”
‘……ha.’
Even after revealing himself as Anna Polentia’s son, her hostility hadn’t diminished one bit. The situation was urgent, and she was gritting her teeth and enduring his presence.
For a moment he wondered whether it was safe to bring this woman to his home, but there was no choice.
After several hours of silence, the two reached their destination.
“Huff, wheeze… here it is.”
Though Simon, blessed with extraordinary stamina, was gasping for breath, she examined the wooden house with undiminished composure.
“Anna should be here…….”
She swallowed hard, her expression tense, and moved toward the door.
“Excuse me.”
Without waiting for Simon to open it, she pushed the door open herself and stepped inside.
“Ah, welcome.”
Richard rose from the sofa where he’d been sitting. He extended his hand with a kind smile.
“You’ve traveled a long way—thank you for your trouble. I’m Richard, Anna’s husband.”
A low growl escaped her throat.
Simon was startled. Rette had lowered her stance like a wary animal, burning with hostility.
Then, drawing upon some reserve of patience, she ignored Richard’s outstretched hand and bowed from the waist instead.
“……It’s a pleasure to……meet you. My name is Rette.”
To bow before a Necromancer seemed to humiliate her—her face flushed crimson and her voice trembled.
Richard withdrew his hand awkwardly at the sight.
“Ah, forgive me. Anna’s this way.”
Richard stepped aside to guide them. Rette strode into the master bedroom, and Simon followed.
“Oh.”
Her bag, slung over her shoulder, dropped to the floor with a soft thud. When she saw Anna lying in bed, gaunt and worn, Rette’s pupils trembled precariously.
“Teacher Anna!”
She rushed forward in tears, calling Anna’s name again and again. It was a completely different demeanor from the one she’d shown Simon and Richard.
“……Rette?”
Anna’s eyes opened then. Rette grasped her hand with eyes shining with emotion.
“Yes, teacher! It’s me, Rette!”
“……I’m sorry for making you come so far.”
“Oh, oh no……”
Her eyes glistened, as though tears might spill over at any moment.
“I—I’ll begin treatment right away!”
Rette rummaged frantically through her pack and pulled out a potion bottle, layered with multiple protective enchantments. Then she shot a sharp glare at the two men standing back.
“Your presence would interfere with the treatment. I’d be grateful if you’d wait outside.”
She delivered the notice in a cold, cutting voice, then slammed the door shut—Bang! Simon and Richard quietly withdrew to the living room.
“Will she really be all right?”
Simon asked anxiously, and Richard chuckled.
“Don’t worry. She has absolute reverence for Anna. And her skill is beyond question.”
“Well, if she’s studying at Efnel…….”
“She’s no ordinary Efnel student.”
Richard leaned back on the sofa and continued.
“Rette Shard—admitted as Efnel’s first-ranked selection student. The undisputed finest first-year Efnel has.”
Richard’s gaze shifted toward Simon.
“She will become your strongest rival going forward.”

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Within hours of Rette entering the room, Anna had recovered her health.
The first thing she did upon coming to her senses and rising from bed was roll up her sleeves and head to the kitchen.
“I haven’t prepared much, but eat your fill!”
And soon at the dinner hour, Simon and Rette found themselves exchanging bewildered smiles as they gazed at the lavish spread laid across the table.
“……Is this really what you call ‘not preparing much,’ Mother?”
The table legs looked ready to buckle beneath the weight of the sumptuous feast arrayed before them.
Anna brushed her hair back and smiled shyly.
“Simon’s come home, and we’re celebrating your reunion with Rette. Your mother put in some effort.”
“You truly are amazing, Teacher Anna!”
Rette clasped her hands together tightly and cried out with admiration in her eyes.
“I’d love to learn cooking from you!”
“Of course, I’ll teach you as much as you like. But since you’re a guest today, eat whatever you wish.”
“Yes~ Thank you so much!”
Rette answered in a voice full of affection. But when her eyes met Simon’s across the table, her expression turned cold as though nothing had happened, and she murmured softly,
“This would be such a lovely gathering if not for that Necromancer’s face.”
Simon smiled wryly.
He wasn’t pleased by the discriminatory treatment toward Necromancers, but Rette was, after all, Anna’s savior—the benefactor who’d given her life back. He was grateful enough to endure it gladly for as long as she remained here.
Anna set down a barbecue dish in the center of the table and took her seat. Rette and Anna offered a prayer before the meal, while Simon and Richard waited for it to end before joining in and picking up their utensils.
‘Wow, how long has it been since home-cooked food?’
Though Kizen’s meals had a reputation for being delicious, Anna’s home cooking could never be matched by anything else.
Simon carefully brought a piece of tomato omelette to his own plate.
“Simon, not enough omelette?”
Anna asked with a gentle smile.
“Oh, no! I’m just going to eat this piece now…….”
“Wait just a moment!”
Anna sprang from her seat and hurried to the kitchen. She returned with another fresh omelette and placed it on his plate.
“Dear.”
This time it was Richard who spoke.
“The meat pie today is absolutely superb.”
“My, is it? How wonderful~ I’ll bring another pan!”
“No, no! Wait! I didn’t mean to ask for more……!”
Even Richard himself couldn’t stop Anna from heading to the kitchen. A miracle unfolded at the table—no matter how much they ate, the dishes never seemed to diminish.
Simon finally felt the relief of truly being home. The tension he’d carried melted into ease.
As his mood lifted and he reached out with his fork to serve himself some cream pasta, his eyes met Rette’s. She had screwed up her face in visible disgust.
“What?”
“Nothing at all.”
Rette turned her head away sharply. Now that he looked, she was carefully selecting only the dishes that neither Simon nor Richard had touched.
Simon switched his fork back to grab another piece of the omelette he’d been eating. Seeing this, Rette swiftly rolled up the cream pasta on her fork.
“My, Rette.”
Anna, who had finally brought yet another pan of meat pie, set it before Richard and spoke.
“Aren’t you eating the tomato omelette? I made it with care because it’s your favorite.”
Rette hadn’t touched it since Simon took that first piece. She flinched, her eyes darting about.
“I, I was eating it……!”
“Perhaps it lacked flavor? Was the egg too thick? If you tell me what’s wrong, I’ll make a fresh one.”
Simon and Richard fixed Rette with a knowing, patient gaze.
After a long moment of visible struggle, she finally tasted the piece of tomato omelette that had touched Simon’s plate, and forced herself to smile.
“Wow, it’s absolutely delicious, Teacher! The omelette of a lifetime!”
“I’m so glad. It makes me happy to hear you say that, Rette.”
Rette pressed her forehead with a look of defeat. Just then, Anna made her way toward the kitchen, chuckling softly.
Simon let out a quiet laugh too. So she’d planned this all along.
The peaceful hours passed, and the meal came to an end. Everyone had eaten until they were stuffed.
There was a moment of crisis when Anna tried to head back to the kitchen claiming she’d make a seven-course dessert, but everyone grabbed hold of her pant legs and managed to talk her out of it—a triumph well-earned.
“Mother, I’ll wash the dishes.”
Simon rose to his feet as he spoke.
Rette, who had been absentmindedly patting her full belly, heard his words and immediately thrust her hand up, refusing to be outdone.
“No! I’ll do it!”
A Necromancer could not lose to anyone.
Anna smiled warmly as she watched Rette burn with determination.
“Now, that’s all right. Rette is our guest, after all.”
“I enjoyed the meal so very much! Please let me help with the dishes~ You still haven’t fully recovered, have you?”
As she said this, Rette glanced sideways toward Simon.
Anna caught that glance and, looking between the two of them, brought her hands together with a bright smile.
“Well then, I’d love it if you two did it together~”
“Huh? Yes?”
Having reached this conclusion, Anna went into the inner room with Richard.
‘This isn’t what I wanted.’
Rette let out a small sigh. Then she rose from her seat with a cool expression.
“Shall we begin?”
“Yeah, sure.”
The two of them started washing the dishes. Simon scrubbed the plates vigorously to remove oil and stains, while Rette rinsed them with water and dried them with a cloth before putting them away.
For a while, the two stood side by side in silence, focused on the work as the dishes clinked softly.
“By the way.”
Rette spoke up.
“You’re the special admissions number one student at Kizen, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Rette set down the plate she’d dried and spoke quietly.
“Once we’re done here, come outside. Let’s have a match.”

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