Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 162

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 162
“……?”
Simon was taken aback by the sudden proposal. Lette set down her plate with a sinister smile.
“Why? Are you scared?”
“No, it’s not that.”
A duel against his parents’ lifesaver—their benefactor. If discovered, the punishment would be far worse than a scolding. Yet Simon found himself genuinely tempted by the prospect.
The greatest challenge Kizen had set for this break was “competitiveness in the Grand Priest Tournament.”
If he could fight against Efnel’s first-year champion, wouldn’t he gain valuable insight?
“Where would we do it?”
He decided to at least ask.
“Anna would worry, so somewhere a bit removed from here should be fine, wouldn’t it.”
Lette answered in her characteristically cynical tone while wiping the plate.
“But are you sure? I have a rather unique constitution.”
“Ugh—quit spouting nonsense.”
She narrowed her eyes and growled.
“You took a Holy Attack and walked away without a scratch, yet here you are whining about it. You’re genuinely pathetic.”
With words like that, Simon felt his competitive spirit ignite.
“Maybe breaking that hot-headed spirit of yours will make you more obedient.”
“What’s that? Obedient? You’d better come outside right now, or I’ll——!”
Swoosh.
A sudden sensation on his shoulder froze both of them. They turned stiffly, like broken dolls creaking on their hinges.
“You two.”
Anna’s smiling face came into view.
“Might I ask what you were discussing?”
In the end, both of them were dragged to the inner room and thoroughly scolded.
A new taboo was born in Polentia House: the very word “duel” became forbidden within these walls.

* * *
Tap-tap-tap.
After a satisfying dinner and finishing the dishes, Simon settled before the sofa in front of the fireplace where logs burned down to embers, working through his Dark Reversal Magic assignment.
He tapped his quill pen idly against the blank spaces of paper before reluctantly writing out answers.
He found it difficult to concentrate. Having just eaten, his belly was full and his eyelids heavy.
‘I’d better pick this up tomorrow.’
As Simon closed his assignment and began to yawn, Lette emerged into the living room in pajamas.
“Oh? Those clothes…….”
“Yes, as you can see, Anna kindly lent them to me. Do they suit me?”
She twirled on the spot while saying so.
Thinking she had an almost girlish quality after all, Simon replied.
“Yeah. They really sui——.”
“Shut it. I don’t want to hear that from someone like you.”
What was he supposed to do about that.
“Anyway, Anna says she’s thirsty. Would you fetch her two glasses of water?”
With only that, Lette vanished into the inner room.
If she weren’t his parents’ savior, Simon thought as he rose to his feet, he’d punch her in the face.
“Wait.”
Before he’d taken more than a few steps, Lette poked her head back out from the inner room.
“Just to be clear, don’t think you can get away with bringing just water. Even those garbage necromancers have the sense to bring fruit on a tray.”
“……you……”
Lette didn’t wait for a rebuttal, whisking back into the inner room. Through the wall, he heard her petulantly demanding things from Anna.
“Sigh.”
Lette was here as an honored guest. Simon sighed, about to go fetch the fruit, when——
“Hey.”
Lette had once again popped her head back out.
“If you spit in the water, you’re dead.”
“…….”
She pointed her index and middle fingers at her own eyes as if to show she was watching, then turned them toward Simon before disappearing back into the inner room.
‘Your students urgently need character education. To the Efnel faculty.’
Following her instructions, Simon drew two glasses of water, carefully sliced some fruit, and prepared it all on a tray before entering the inner room.
There he found Anna lying on the bed with a gentle smile, while Lette lay on her stomach in pajamas, swinging her legs and chattering away. When Anna stroked her hair, Lette’s face became bright as a puppy’s, and she grinned.
‘Why do I feel like I’ve lost my mother.’
Simon set down the tray with an uneasy expression when Lette’s head whipped around.
“You don’t knock before entering a woman’s room? Your manners are atrocious. At Kizen, etiquette instruction seems more urgent than Dark Magic instruction, I’d say.”
“…No, the door was already open.”
“Don’t be like that, Lette.”
“Yes, yes~ Teacher.”
Lette executed a remarkable shift in demeanor, burying her face against Anna’s chest.
Simon accepted the situation and turned toward the door.
“Sleep well, my son.”
Anna smiled gently as she spoke. Now a faint smile appeared at the corners of Simon’s mouth as well.
“Good night, Mother.”

* * *
Simon was walking across the Kizen Campus Grounds.
Familiar sights, familiar paths, familiar figures in familiar uniforms.
He walked without thought when someone called his name.
He looked up to see Merin waving from a second-floor window of the building. Beside her were her club friends.
Simon was about to raise his arm and wave back when—
Bang.
The building exploded. Merin’s body inside crumbled without a trace.
Then came raucous laughter and chatter from behind him.
Simon spun around to see Richard gathered with Class A students, laughing hysterically as he gave a speech. Simon ran toward them, shouting for them to flee.
Bang.
The building collapsed, and Richard and the Class A students disappeared beneath the rubble.
Simon stared blankly at the sight. He could do nothing.
‘No.’
Now Kamibarez emerged from the darkness, limping as if injured.
‘No. Kamibarez!’
This time he had to save her. Simon gritted his teeth and ran, pulling her into his arms.
Crunch!
She sank her teeth into his arm. In an instant, she had become a zombie, her entire body pallid and gray.
Simon’s pupils trembled.
Whoosh!
And finally—
A Black Cross pierced through both Simon and Kamibarez’s bodies.
Simon coughed blood as he turned to look behind him.
Click-click.
Footsteps. A red-haired woman in a black suit looked down at them.
[Excessive curiosity kills the cat.]
White flames erupted around her like a colossal tidal wave. The White Flame advanced, swallowing everything in Kizen.
[You should have left Kizen back then.]
The world was consumed by white flames, and one by one, Simon’s precious people were annihilated.
Simon screamed.
“…Ahhhhhhh!”
He jolted awake, throwing his body upright.
Looking around, he was in his own room. His entire body drenched in sweat, his back soaked through.
‘It was a dream. It’s all in the past now—why such a nightmare…’
Simon suddenly felt his throat burning intensely. He climbed out of bed and headed to the Living Room.
His room was on the second floor. As he descended the creaking stairs, heat radiated against his face.
‘Why is it so hot?’
And when he reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the Living Room—
Whoooosh!
Pure white flames were spreading across the entire Living Room.
It was so surreal it felt like a continuation of the dream. The ceiling was caving in, the walls burning and consumed, and through the gaping holes he could see the night sky.
“…No.”
It was unmistakable.
This was undoubtedly Francesca’s White Flame.
Lette sat vacant-eyed on the floor of the Living Room. Simon rushed over and shook her shoulders.
“What’s wrong? Lette! What happened?”
She pointed toward the Inner Room with trembling fingers.
“Anna—Teacher…”
“!”
Whoooosh!
Anna was ablaze with white flames. She screamed in agony and convulsed, and with each movement the white fire spread throughout the house, catching on everything in its path.
“Mother!”
Simon’s mind raced, even as shock swept through him.
Was Francesca actually alive, and had she attacked our home in retaliation? No—Nephthys wouldn’t make such a mistake. And besides, this wasn’t Francesca’s attack at all. Anna herself was generating the white flames.
Then was Lette the hidden culprit? That didn’t seem right either. She sat collapsed on the floor, wailing for her teacher with complete abandon—no deception in her posture, no artifice.
“Both of you, step back.”
Uuuuuuuuum!
A massive black magic circle unfurled across the entire house.

A tremendous coffin materialized above the magic circle, and black cloth woven from shadow aura billowed from it.
“Hnn!”
Richard swept his arms wide. The black cloth flowing from the coffin surged toward Anna.
“Wait! Have you lost your mind?”
Lette rushed forward and grabbed Richard by the collar.
“Anna’s a Priest! What good will shadow aura do?”
“White Flame is a Saint’s technique—power that consumes shadow aura.”
Richard spoke evenly.
“Right now, the only way to dampen the White Flame’s momentum is to introduce shadow aura, its opposing element.”
“…”
Lette had already poured every Holy Magic spell she knew into Anna—blessings, healing arts, everything—but nothing had worked.
Finally, she released Richard’s collar and stepped back.
Shhhhhhhhh!
Following Richard’s command, the black cloth wrapped around Anna’s body. The white flames rose up and incinerated it, yet cloth poured endlessly from the coffin, again and again coiling around her.
White Flame consumed the cloth. Cloth bound Anna. The cycle repeated without end.
In the end, Richard’s victory was certain. The flames gradually subsided, and Anna’s body—her face alone visible—lay wrapped in bandages like a mummy.
Her face looked terribly worn. Simon’s teeth clenched. Lette turned away, unable to bear the sight.
“Forgive me, Anna. I’m sealing you now.”
Shhhhh.
Countless seal runes inscribed themselves across the cloth wound around Anna’s body, and the White Flame’s force weakened. Richard exhaled deeply and approached, lowering Anna carefully to the ground.
“Anna!”
Lette ran to her side, tears streaming down her face. Though bandages swaddled her entire body, leaving only her face exposed, Anna smiled despite her exhaustion.
“I’m all right, Lette.”
“But… could it have been the medicine I brought? Did something go wrong—”
“No, this isn’t your fault.”
She shook her head and looked past Lette, toward the back.
“My son.”
Thud.
Simon’s legs gave way beneath him. He sank to one knee, stumbling forward.
“…Mother.”
“You’ve come home after so long, and here I am, always showing you my weakness. I’m sorry.”
Simon mustered a smile for her, pouring every ounce of strength into it.
“You’re fine. Please rest, Mother.”
Anna’s eyes closed gently. Richard, visibly drained, surveyed the charred remains of the house and spoke.
“Let’s move somewhere else and talk.”

* * *
Richard led them away from the burnt wooden house toward Charles’s residence.
It wasn’t far from Simon’s home, and beside Charles’s house stood an empty annex building that could serve their purpose. They agreed to stay there for the time being.
“That was quite a sudden request, but thank you for accommodating us, Charles.”
“Please, Lord Richard! Don’t mention it! Stay as comfortably as you need. I had the place thoroughly cleaned just last week, so it’s spotless!”
After finishing his conversation with Charles, Richard entered the building.
Anna lay asleep in the bed, her entire body wrapped tightly in black bandages with only her face showing. Before her, Simon and Lette sat with worry etched across their faces.
“Please tell us, Father.”
Simon spoke with a hardened expression.
“What happened to Mother?”
“…Yes.”
Richard closed his eyes and drew a long breath. When he opened them again, his face had grown grave.
“Anna has become a Saint of Purification.”

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