Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 190

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The Necromancer’s Academy: Summoning Genius, Chapter 190
Everything proceeded smoothly.
Simon escaped through the Gate of the Sacred undetected, hidden in the cargo box of a supply wagon.
Normally, the inspectors would conduct the tedious procedure of checking products leaving the Federation as well, but fortunately the heightened vigilance following the Blood Heavenly Cult incident had eased somewhat.
After passing through the Gate of the Sacred and crossing safely into the Hari Desert, the neutral zone, Simon activated the Magic Circle at the bottom of the box.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the now-familiar Hope Territory.
He immediately caught a ride on a carriage from Hope into the Reshill Territory, paid the driver at the Garrare Forest road where he’d first met Rette, then ran on foot across the mountain ridge.
With everything proceeding so smoothly since the Blood Heavenly Cult incident, Simon began to feel slightly uneasy.
He’d arrived earlier than expected—surely nothing had gone wrong in the meantime? Such worries kept creeping into his thoughts.
Lost in such anxious thoughts, he finally reached home.
‘Ah!’
During Simon’s absence in the Sacred Federation, the house had been restored to its pristine condition. The repairs were so thorough that traces of the White Flame damage were nearly impossible to find.
‘Well, Father just uses Skeletons as workers, so of course it’d be done in no time.’
Simon approached the door and knocked, his expression tense.
“Father, it’s Simon.”
A moment passed before he heard footsteps from beyond the door, and it swung open with a click.
Richard stood there with a bright smile, his arms spread wide.
“Simon! I’m so relieved you’re safe!”
The two embraced lightly.
“I brought it! That white leaf from the Tree of Life!”
Simon withdrew a box from his Pocket Dimension and carefully opened it.
“May I examine it?”
“Of course!”
Richard held up the leaf and inspected it thoroughly with his eyes, then let out a breath of relief and smiled.
“It’s genuine. Well done, Simon.”
“You’ll begin the surgery right away, won’t you?”
“Yes. I’ve made all the preparations.”
They decided to begin Anna’s surgery that very evening.
Richard said there was no need for Simon to watch, but Simon insisted he wanted to be present.
If something went wrong with Anna in the same way again, it wouldn’t hurt to have two people capable of performing the procedure.
But as Richard was removing the White Leaf to prepare for the surgery, he belatedly discovered a small note wedged beneath the box.
“Have you checked what this note says?”
“No.”
Since receiving the item, Simon had been so careful in transporting it that he hadn’t actually examined beneath the box. Richard unfolded it and read.
“‘To my brother-in-law,’ it says.”
“Ah!”
Simon let out an exclamation of joy.
“It must be from Israfil!”
“Mm.”
Richard had already heard from Simon that Israfil was the one who’d obtained the White Leaf.
He unfolded the entire note. It was covered with research on the side effects of Sacred Essence Removal Surgery and methods to counter them.
Likely the fruits of concentrated effort devoted to Anna’s sake. A smile crossed Richard’s lips.
“My sister-in-law may despise me, but I receive nothing but great help from her.”
“Is it useful information?”
“Very much so. It’s research from a far greater Holiness authority than I am.”
Richard rolled up his sleeves, showing his enthusiasm.
“If we follow my sister-in-law’s—no, Israfil’s—theory properly and complete the surgery, we won’t have to worry about Saint’s Essence ever transferring to your mother again.”
“Ah…!”
The surgery was delayed slightly. Richard spent until dawn studying Israfil’s research and considering how to apply it, then began Anna’s surgery that morning.
Richard suspended one hundred Pure Mana Magic Circles above her body. Maintaining them effortlessly while conducting the surgery, Richard’s appearance made Simon vividly aware of just how extraordinary a Necromancer he truly was.
Simon also eagerly tried to memorize the formulas used in the surgery, but found it hopeless—at a first-year Kizen level, he’d never seen such content before.
Hours passed.
“…How about an omelet for dinner?”
Anna opened her eyes.
Those were her first words as she awoke, spoken while she gently caressed Simon’s cheek. Overcome with emotion, Simon embraced her tightly.
“Thank you. And I’m sorry, my son.”
The surgery was a success.
Once she regained consciousness and her condition improved, Anna, true to her caliber as a first-class Priest, used Sacred Magic on herself to achieve complete recovery.
She became perfectly well as if by magic. Her radiant smile remained unchanged, and her face overflowed with vitality.
And the moment she recovered, she tried to head straight for the kitchen. Richard insisted she needed absolute rest, attempted to flip a pan, ended up burning it completely, received a back-hand smack from Anna, and was subsequently banished from the kitchen.
“Your father’s complete lack of culinary skill is entirely your mother’s fault.”
Richard confessed his grievance to Simon in a hushed voice.
Over the early evening meal that followed, Simon watched the table laden with dishes and finally felt that he’d reclaimed his ordinary life.
The fact that he and Rette had ventured into the Sacred Federation and been hunted by Heresy Inquisitors seemed as unreal as a midsummer night’s dream.
At the dinner table, Simon recounted what had happened in the Sacred Federation—carefully moderating details so Anna wouldn’t worry—and she listened with genuine delight, her eyes bright. When he reached the moment Israfil appeared to save him from danger, she even clapped her hands in joy.
“Israfil is such a brilliant and wise child. The number of wars and tragedies she’s prevented by stepping forward—I couldn’t even count them. I’m truly grateful she became a Saint.”
Just then, Richard let out a small, deliberate cough.
“Well then, Simon, perhaps you could tell us about what happened in Kizen…?”
“What happened after Israfil drove out the Inquisition Bureau director?”
“Ah, well. Yes. I’m curious about that too.”
Simon smiled quietly at the sight of Richard, still completely unable to stand his ground before Anna.
As he spoke to his parents about the members of Team 7, Simon found himself increasingly missing his friends.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
Anna asked, her eyes sparkling like a young girl’s. Richard’s expression stiffened, and he began fiddling nervously with his fork.
“Simon should focus solely on reaching the summit. There will be time enough for romance once you’re older. You saw how exceptional Rette from Efnel is—let her drive you to work harder.”
“Oh my, I don’t see it that way at all.”
Anna glanced at Simon.
“I still regret most that I never had a chance to date anyone while at Efnel. The elders would follow me even to school, droning on about how a Saint must conduct herself, about chastity and propriety. It was utterly suffocating.”
Simon found himself genuinely surprised.
People say couples grow alike, yet somehow these two could disagree even on trivial matters. A subtle marital sparring over Simon’s romantic prospects had formed—though it didn’t last long.
“Simon. Did Neftis or any of your professors perhaps mention anything about your father’s school days?”
Anna asked. It was clear she had some general knowledge of Richard’s past.
Simon, honoring his father’s dignity, offered no answer, but the bitter smile that flickered across his face was enough. Anna nodded knowingly.
Richard, sensing danger, broke into a cold sweat and began stammering an excuse.
“It was… only three, dear. Just those three I mentioned back then.”
Hearing Richard’s excuse, Simon failed to maintain a neutral expression, and Anna’s eyes flashed fire at his reaction.
“Darling. Perhaps we should have a word after dinner?”
“…Ahem, I’m rather tired.”
“It will only take a moment.”
Simon used the dishes as a pretext to escape, silently offering his father his condolences.

* * *
When Simon climbed to his room after all the years away, his desk was piled high with letters.
They were from his Team 7 companions—Pier, Merin, and Kamibarez.
‘I feel sorry for not writing back promptly.’
Simon picked up the envelope from Merin that sat on top of the pile.
True to Merin’s style, the envelope itself was extravagantly ornate and expensive-looking. Even for a simple greeting, she’d sealed it with fine beeswax.
He broke the seal and unfolded the stiff letterhead to reveal elegant, flowing script.
She had sent three letters in total. To summarize their contents briefly:
-I consider it an honor to write to you. To be honest, this is my first time writing letters, and you’re receiving the very first one. Truly an honor, isn’t it?
-I’m doing wonderfully, excelling, looking magnificent, training excellently, and altogether I’m the best.
-I’ve sent you three whole letters and you dare not send back even one reply? Do you have a death wish?
After reading the final letter, Simon let out a worried laugh. If he didn’t write back soon, he’d likely face an enraged Merin when school resumed, or perhaps one who’d sulked herself into a fury.
Next was Pier’s letter.
Pier had sent no fewer than seven. They were remarkably practical—plain white envelopes containing plain white paper with no distinguishing features.
Inside was nearly illegible handwriting, scrawled as if hastily jotted down. To summarize:
-Let’s hang out.
-Let’s hang out.
-Was writing this letter when a cute girl walked past.
-Let’s hang out.
-Can I come visit your place?
-Let’s hang out.
-Let’s hang out.
Pier seemed to have nothing on his mind but enjoying himself.
Suddenly Simon felt a twinge of concern. Surely this fellow had at least finished his holiday assignments.
Finally, there was Kamibarez’s letter.
She too had sent three, enclosed in a pink envelope that radiated girlish sensibility, with lavender stationery inside. Handmade stickers, apparently crafted by her, added further charm. Altogether, great care had gone into it.
The stationery was somewhat wrinkled, with many traces of words written, erased, and rewritten.
-Simon! How are you doing? I’m doing well. I’m staying at a research lab belonging to a student that Professor Silaji introduced me to. What is Reshill Territory like where you are?
-During the break, I’m going to work hard so I don’t fall behind the other three! How about you?
Well, um. ……I haven’t received a reply. Oh, but I’m absolutely not demanding one! Or perhaps I’ve said something to hurt you? If I have, please tell me……. I’ll work hard to fix it during the holidays…….
Reading Kamibarez’s letter, Simon felt a sharp ache bloom in his chest. The thought that he hadn’t replied while caught up in the Sacred Federation made him feel like garbage.
‘I hope she isn’t hurt. Come on, write back quickly.’
Simon began composing a new letter to clarify things, in addition to the one he’d written aboard the Sacred Train.
I’ve been away from home working due to some personal circumstances and haven’t been able to reply. I’m truly sorry. I’m doing well. I’m working hard on my holiday assignments too. I wish the holidays would end soon. I’m looking forward to seeing you all again.
The moment dawn broke, Simon crossed the mountain range and handed the letter directly to the postal carrier, bowing deeply as he asked them to take good care of it.
Returning to his daily routine, Simon spent his time assisting Richard with his duties as a lord while steadily training in the fundamentals of Necromancy from the ground up.
Before long, letters from all three arrived at once. Reading them, Simon saw they all understood his situation. Kamibarez seemed especially pleased that the misunderstanding was cleared up—her letter was covered with even more stickers than before.
As they continued exchanging letters, Richard sent a new proposal by post.
-Let’s all meet up in Langoustine before we head into Rocksum! We can buy textbooks for second semester together, get our supplies, swap stories, and finish up any leftover holiday assignments. You in?
‘That does sound fun.’
It was exactly what Simon wanted too.
The more letters he exchanged, the more he missed the three of them. Simon immediately wrote back saying he’d do it.
‘Next week can’t come soon enough.’
The thought of heading back to Kizen when the holidays ended thrilled him.
Simon leaned back in his chair, a smile spreading across his face.
It really was time to start preparing for school.

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