Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 189

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 189
The train journey in third class was delightful.
In an open space with no privacy whatsoever, people sprawled about in comfortable postures, unconcerned with how others perceived them.
This place felt like the Federation’s only sanctioned cradle of freedom. Simon seized every spare moment to meet different people—Federation citizens who didn’t believe in the goddess, those who resisted Efnel. Of course, before the Inquisitors, they all played the devoted believer perfectly.
As Simon encountered more voices, his horizons naturally began to broaden.
Rette, unfamiliar with such an environment, spent most of her time either climbing up to the upper bunk or burying her face in a pillow to avoid drawing stares.
By the second day, though, she’d grown accustomed enough to shed her coat and travel in comfortable clothes, even befriending a commoner girl her own age and keeping her company often.
Five days of train travel drew to a close, and they arrived at the station of the same town where they’d first stopped upon entering the Federation.
Many passengers bid them farewell. Two Inquisitors they’d grown friendly with even came to find them personally and shook Simon’s hand.
Once off the train, the two made their way straight to meet the Broker. Upon arriving at the shabby tavern they’d agreed on, as Simon was sipping water, a man in tattered robes appeared.
“The wolf confesses,”
the Broker said.
“To the foolish lamb.”
Simon answered. The very same Broker who’d brought them here bowed his head.
“We meet again. I’ve prepared everything for your return.”
“How is the border situation at the moment?”
At Simon’s question, the Broker answered as if he’d been waiting for it.
“Rejoice! After the suppression of the Blood Heavenly Cult—the Federation’s greatest headache—the vigilance along the border has relaxed considerably. Fortune smiles upon us this way.”
Simon and Rette exchanged a quick glance and smiled. The three then worked out the specifics of their plan.
“Then early tomorrow morning, we’ll cross into the Dark Alliance.”
“Yes, I look forward to your success.”
And so.
Rette’s journey with Simon ended here.
In truth, Rette had wanted to cross back into the Dark Alliance and stay by Anna’s side until her health recovered, but Israphil had issued an ultimatum.
—No matter how thoughtless you can be, this is far too dangerous and reckless. A student who represents Efnel should show discretion!
She’d given Rette the order not as an acquaintance but as a Saint. In the end, Rette had to promise not to cross the border.
“Just,”
“What?”
On the way back to their lodgings after meeting the Broker, Rette spoke in a deflated voice.
“What if I just ignored what Israphil said and crossed over with you?”
At her impulsive suggestion, Simon spoke gently to dissuade her.
“Don’t worry so much. Mother will be fine. Father said the mission would take longer, but we’ve already completed it well ahead of schedule. Once the surgery goes well, I’ll send a letter across the border for sure.”
He’d caused Rette too much trouble. Not just once, but twice.
She had her own time to live. As the top student of Efnel, she must be incredibly busy, and the time she’d made for Anna’s sake now had surely cost her dearly.
Simon resolved not to burden her any further.
…….
“What’s wrong?”
Rette pouted as if something displeased her, then turned away.
“Nothing at all.”
The sun was setting.
Tonight was their last in the Sacred Federation. The two donned their robes and ventured to the Night Market.
They remembered the chaos from their first visit here, when heretical Inquisitors had stormed in.
But on this second visit, no such disturbance greeted them. It was the Night Market as Simon had envisioned it—brimming with vitality and life.
‘So, what should we pick up?’
With Israphil’s cooperation, the journey had concluded swiftly, and they hadn’t spent a fortune on the White Leaf, so they had ample funds.
The two wandered through the Night Market together, snacking and purchasing gifts for Anna.
Since she was staying in the Dark Alliance, she wouldn’t easily find goods from here. They bought a clean new Scripture and various prayer implements, along with local specialties and snacks.
“Let’s buy this too. I’m sure Anna will love it.”
When selecting gifts for Anna, Rette’s advice proved invaluable.
“What is this? A date?”
“Date palm. Sweet and delicious. When I was young, Anna used to sit me on her lap and remove the seeds for me.”
“Isn’t that just you being the one who likes it?”
“Shut it.”
Simon bought plenty of gifts for Anna and Richard, storing them in his pocket dimension.
He’d wanted to buy gifts for his acquaintances in Kizen as well, but refrained to avoid suspicion—Federation goods could cause complications.
“Oh.”
Then a clothing shop caught Simon’s eye. It was the very same shop where he’d purchased the new robe he was wearing now.
“Rette, will you follow me for a moment?”
“Where are we going?”
Simon led her inside.
“Oh my, Father, you’re back again!”
The shopkeeper recognized Simon.
She greeted the two of them warmly, and noticing this time the customer seeking clothes was Rette, she rubbed her palms together eagerly and began her pitch.
A moment later, the fitting room curtain parted.
“……Really.”
Rette wore the same White Robe that Simon had worn. She brushed her bangs aside self-consciously.
“You look absolutely beautiful, miss!”
The shopkeeper let out a delighted shriek. Simon smiled and spoke.
“It suits you.”
“No, don’t. Why are you suddenly saying things like that?”
“You liked this robe on me last time, didn’t you? Let me buy you one.”
“No, this is expensive……! Besides, it’d be a couple’s outfit with you! I’d rather hang myself than walk through the market wearing the same thing as you!”
Simon laughed softly and removed the robe.
Fluttering!
He flipped it inside out, transformed it into a coat, draped it over himself, and channeled Mana—not Dark Element—through his fingertips.
The garment’s color shifted to a soothing azure.
“Better?”
“…….”
Before Rette could say anything else, Simon and the shopkeeper worked together like a well-oiled pair, quickly settling the purchase.
When Rette came down from the fitting room, she seemed not displeased, tucking her hair behind her ear as she examined herself from different angles.
“Let’s go.”
Simon approached, his Blue Coat trailing behind him.
“…….”
She glanced at Simon briefly, then bowed her head low. Muttering something under her breath, she turned and hurried out the door ahead of him.
He didn’t catch the words, but he guessed they were probably something like thanks.
“The lady is charming.”
The shopkeeper laughed. Simon quickly pressed a finger to his lips to keep Rette from hearing, when her irritated voice came from beyond the door, telling him to hurry up.
Outside the shop, a cold night breeze swept across them.
Simon and Rette walked through the Night Market wearing the same style of clothes—though not quite a matching set.
Money still remained in abundance, and they’d done everything they’d wanted. They’d sampled soup dishes at street stalls and played an archery game at a target booth. When two prodigies caught the competitive fire and swept up all the prizes, the vendor actually chased them away—quite the scene.
“It was a short vacation, but much happened.”
Their final destination was a famous wine shop in the Sacred Federation. As Rette tilted her glass, Simon clinked his against it with a resonant ring.
“Yeah, a lot happened.”

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Early the next morning at the lodging.
It was time to leave.
Simon rose early, packed his things, and stepped outside wearing his coat one last time.
“Why are you so late?”
Rette, who had taken a room across the way, stood leaning against the wall in the White Robe Simon had bought her.
“You’re up early. You didn’t drink too much, did you?”
“One cast of Purification Magic and a little alcohol is nothing.”
Simon’s smile turned playful.
“Should Holiness really be used for that?”
“My choice. Let’s go. I’ll see you off.”
Outside, the bustling city had become eerily empty. The two of them walked down deserted streets, brushing against the pre-dawn wind.
“You’ve arrived.”
At the meeting point, Broker stood waiting with a slight bow. Beside him, a Teleport Magic Circle was being prepared.
Having experienced it once, Simon understood the process clearly.
First, the Teleport Magic Circle would move them to a warehouse near the border, then they’d enter a cargo box and pass through the Gate of Holiness.
After that, they’d activate another Teleport Magic Circle drawn beneath the box, moving to Hope, the neighboring domain of Leshill, and that would be the end of it.
“I’ll go ahead and wait for you.”
As always, Broker stepped onto the magic circle first and vanished.
Now only Simon and Rette remained before the circle.
The moment of parting.
An awkward silence settled between them. Rette spoke first.
“Please take good care of Anna.”
“I will. Thank you for everything.”
“…….”
Slowly, she drew the hood attached to her robe up over her head. Simon noticed her lips moving and spoke.
“Is there something you want to say?”
Her white hair spilled from beneath her robe and swayed gently.
“I’m your greatest enemy.”
“I know.”
“We worked together only because of Anna — a common thread — but our fates have already diverged completely, twisted beyond recognition.”
“I understand.”
“I’m going to become a Saint, and I’ll do my best to fulfill the Goddess and Efnel’s commands. My mission comes first, and if necessary, I won’t hesitate to kill.”
“Yes.”
“During my missions, I’ll clash with Kizen often. Your precious people — your friends — may die by my hand.”
“I know that.”
“So.”
Her golden eyes gleamed from within the hood.
“I’m giving you one last chance. Fight me, Necromancer.”
Simon exhaled slowly, a long breath.
“Why the sudden change?”
“Just shut up and summon that Prince too. Let’s do this properly—”
“I’m going to refuse.”
Simon shook his head.
“I won’t hurt you.”
Rette had saved Anna. His entire family owed her an enormous debt.
He had watched her from his side, learned who she really was. He knew too that there were good people among the Saints — people like Israphil.
“There’s no point in being pessimistic about things that haven’t even happened yet. Let us each do our best in Kizen and Efnel. When the day comes that we must fight, we’ll fight with all our strength. And we won’t resent each other for it. By now, we know who we are, how we’ve lived — all of it, truly.”
“…….”
She stood there stunned for a moment, then laughed quietly.
“You really are unlucky.”
“I’ll go.”
She slowly removed her hood again. The hair falling across her forehead swayed, and her golden eyes came into view.
“Farewell, Simon.”
Simon paused as he was about to step onto the magic circle. Then he turned back with a smile.
“Now you call me by my name? At the very end?”
“Ugh! Ah! Just shut up and get out of here! Before I change my mind and kill you where you stand!”
Simon chuckled and stepped onto the magic circle.
Their gazes crossed once in the empty air, and then a brilliant blue light transported Simon to the next location.
“…….”
Blue droplets of light drifted in the empty air before vanishing.
“……I will never lose to you.”
Rette, who had been staring into the void for a moment, gathered her resolve, drew her robe closed, and stepped outside.

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