Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 276

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 276
Rette, having brushed aside Professor Rahel’s instructions with ease, slipped out of the Prayer Room and strode through the long Cathedral Corridor with purpose.
Murmur, murmur.
The Efnel students who spotted her began to whisper amongst themselves.
As the top-ranked student in her cohort and a leading candidate for the next Holy Maiden, Rette was the sort of person who drew conversation and attention wherever she went.
“Rette!”
Just then, a girl in the white Efnel School Uniform came hurrying over, calling out her name.
“?”
Rette turned around with an expressionless face.
It was a girl from her class. She came to Rette’s side and made the sign of the cross.
“Laus, Rette. May the Goddess’s blessing be upon you.”
“Laus. What is it?”
“Oh, well…”
The girl spoke quietly, her cheeks flushing.
“For this Dispatch Mission—who are you thinking of going with?”
In Efnel, the assigned missions that students undertook on the Surface were called Dispatch Missions.
“Alone.”
“What? But you’re supposed to go as a group of four!”
“Too much trouble. And what four can do, I can handle by myself.”
“Truly impressive, Rette!”
So Dispatch Mission season had arrived. This was going to be tedious.
Rette’s face grew bored as she shoved her hand into her skirt pocket and yawned.
And things were indeed becoming tedious. The moment she stood alone, Efnel students came flocking toward her.
“Laus! Rette!”
“Have you found a team yet?”
“Rette!”
Including Rette on one’s team was the safest insurance imaginable—a natural move for any student.
Of course, Rette’s response was lukewarm.
“I’m going alone, so please leave me be.”
As Rette continued walking with a cynical retort, someone came from the opposite direction—a person accompanied by far more students than those hanging around Rette.
In Efnel, where male students made up less than twenty percent, he was a boy of extraordinary popularity.
His brilliant red hair catching the breeze, his sculpted features, the sharp line of his nose as fine as paper, and his gentle smile were more than enough to quicken a maiden’s heart.
Spotting Rette as he approached, he flashed a subtle smile and called out to her.
“Laus, Rette. Good morning.”
He raised his hand in greeting, but Rette simply swept past him without a glance.
“Laus, Romang. Good morning. Keep walking.”
“Haha! Can’t you spare me a moment to chat?”
Rette ignored him and continued on her way, while Romang walked backward behind her, trying to capture her attention.
“What? I’m doing this Dispatch Mission alone.”
“Oh, no—I was curious how Professor Rene’s Holy Artifact Creation project is coming along.”
“That’s not your concern. I’m moving on.”
“Actually, I’ve found a place to get a Moon Pearl for rosary materials.”
At the mention of Moon Pearl, Rette showed a slight reaction.
Naturally—Moon Pearl was a supreme-grade holy material, and obtaining it would guarantee top marks on the assignment.
He pulled out two tickets.
“I’m taking a train down to the Surface this evening. Want to come?”
A few girls around them made envious sounds, but Rette waved her hand dismissively and coldly.
“Congratulations in advance on first place in Holy Artifact Creation. And you didn’t consider that if I go too, your ranking might drop?”
“That’s fine with me, Rette.”
Romang winked at her.
“As your only true rival, this is a small gesture of my goodwill. Let’s both rise to the top.”
“For—”
Watching Romang continue to pester her with such tenacity, Rette felt irritation beginning to bubble up.
“I get scolded by Professor Rahel once and keep my head down, and now he climbs right back on top of me without shame or restraint.”
“R-Rette?”
“What rival? You’re not even worth competing with, so cut the act.”
There was no one at this school she considered a genuine rival.
“Aren’t top rank and second rank rivals by definition?”
Romang followed along, laughing good-naturedly.
“And that white Robe you’ve been wearing every day lately—it’s a bit tacky, don’t you think?”
Romang placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Once we reach the surface, I’ll buy you something new—”
Crash!
Romang suddenly felt the world spin beneath him, followed by a searing pain that tore through his back and neck. When his senses cleared, he found himself sprawled across the floor.
Screams and chaos erupted from all corners.
“Don’t you dare touch me with those filthy hands.”
Rette’s voice cut through the air like ice.
In that same instant, Romang felt the last thread of his patience snap.
He lurched to his feet, hand raised to strike her across the face—
Crack!
Her heel drove into his abdomen with vicious force, and he gasped for air that wouldn’t come.
‘I can’t—I can’t breathe—’
Snap.
Rette seized him by the back of the head with one hand.
“You know what I like about Efnel? Just this one thing.”
Bang!
She hurled him into the reinforced glass wall. The supposedly unbreakable surface splintered violently, fracturing across its entire span.
“I don’t have to worry about whether the beating kills the brat.”
Her eyes glinted with a cold, merciless light as she gripped his head and dragged him along the wall, grinding his face against it.
“And I don’t have to fret about scars or permanent damage to his pretty face.”
Scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape—
She walked on calmly, footsteps steady and unhurried.
Romang’s face was being abraded against the wall with a sickening sound, leaving long, glistening streaks of crimson in her wake as she passed.
“Even if I beat him to the brink of death itself, Efnel’s magnificent healers will patch him up and bring him back to life without a blemish. How convenient.”
She hadn’t even used White Magic.
Just the solid fundamentals of Holy Combat, combined with an overwhelming display of power born from her vast reserves of Holiness.
The second-ranked, so-called Vice-Chair Romang couldn’t mount a single defense.
“So this is what a true rival’s duel looks like. Vice-Chair Romang.”
She wiped a speck of his blood from her cheek with the tip of her index finger, her smile cruel and mocking.
“Here you are, Vice-Chair by internal examination, and there are kids stronger than you who don’t bother with such trifles. You talk too much.”
Romang lay face-down on the floor, his face a mask of blood, his eyes rolled back.
A profound silence blanketed the corridor.
As Rette turned to leave, the students who’d been watching were quick to avert their gazes.
“You there. Take this wretch to a healer.”
“Yes, at once!”
Students rushed forward to help the unconscious Romang to his feet, and Rette swept through the corridor, her white hair trailing behind her like a banner.

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Click.
Rette entered her dormitory room and shut the door behind her.
“Laus—Sister Rette!”
Her roommate, a girl who’d been scribbling homework at her desk, greeted her enthusiastically, waving both hands. Rette acknowledged her with a slight nod.
“Laus, Lilinet.”
“Did something happen at school? There was quite a commotion.”
“Beats me.”
Rette, playing innocent, slipped off the white Robe draped across her shoulders and hung it on a peg. Beneath the pristine exterior lay a dark lining, now visible.
“Oh, a letter came for you. I left it on the desk.”
“A letter?”
“Yes, from that old woman who visits all the time—”
!
Rette’s expressionless face suddenly came alive with energy.
“Don’t tell me—”
She rushed to the desk and saw the letter lying there.

The handwriting was refined, elegant, and radiating such dignity that anyone could recognize it at a glance.
She’d seen it thousands, tens of thousands of times before.
“Oh my goodness, my teacher!”
At last, a letter had arrived from Anna!
Rette was so overjoyed that she clutched the letter to her chest and bounced about the room.
Sending letters from the Dark Alliance to the Sacred Federation required a somewhat informal route, and it was that elderly woman—the very courier who delivered them—who had brought this one.
Lilinet wore a mischievous smile.
“If people found out that you, Rette, actually have such a girlish side to you, I wonder what they’d say? I’m dying to know!”
“Lilinet, you’re in a good mood, so shut your mouth for once.”
She performed the ritual of purification first. She wanted to read Anna’s letter with a reverent heart.
After washing her body clean and changing into comfortable clothes, she set the letter down on the floor and knelt formally before it.
This was the source of strength that kept her going through the grueling life at Efnel.
A single shaft of light.
At the thought of opening the letter, her heart pounded so hard she thought she might lose her mind.
“By the way, Rette~”
Lilinet spun her chair around and spoke to her.
“Who sent you this letter that you’re so happy about? Could it be a boy?”
“Have I lost my mind. If you don’t want to get hit by me, be quiet.”
She carefully tore open the envelope’s seal with the reverence of performing a sacred ritual, then unfolded the crisp letterhead.
Just seeing that elegant black handwriting on white paper made it feel as though the entire world was drowning in happiness itself.

“Ohhhhh!”
Rette made a delighted sound and continued reading the letter. Her face was blooming with smiles.
And then, as she read in that rosy-hued world—
Tap.
Another letter fell out of the envelope.
It turned out there were two letters. Rette looked at the final sentence with a confused expression.

“……!!”
Her expression froze rigid and her eyes blinked.
‘That… that bastard’s letter?’
She was overwhelmed with confusion.
What right did he have to send her a letter?
Insisting she absolutely had to read it?
What was he suddenly trying to say?
As if looking at a bomb, she flinched, but then carefully reached toward the fallen letter.
Tremble-tremble-tremble.
Her arm shook terribly. She quickly pulled her hand back and held it against her chest, flustered.
‘What, what is this? Why am I so nervous?’
Suddenly her heart pounded hard. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
She hesitated several times before reaching for the letter.
‘Damn it! What am I doing, losing my dignity like this?’
With determination, she grabbed the letter and tore it open. Then she read the contents.

An earthquake erupted in her pupils.

Miss seeing her.
Miss seeing her.
Miss her ass!
Rette gnawed on her lower lip as she continued reading the letter.
But then—
Gradually, her expression grew cold.

“Ah! This bastard is unbelievable!”
She threw the letter down with a sharp slap. He’d written just a brief greeting at the beginning and filled the rest with nothing but his requests.
She trembled with rage, then paused.
‘But… why am I bothered that he kept his greeting so short?’
As Rette stood there dazed, her roommate Lilinet snuck a peek at the letter she’d thrown.
“Oh! It’s a boy! Definitely a man’s handwriting, right? What is this? ‘I think about her sometimes and miss seeing her’? Kyaaaa……!”
Rette’s expression turned frigid and she raised her arm.
With a brilliant flash of light, the air tore open, and her familiar—a young dragon named Ran—burst out and coiled around Lilinet.
“Kyaaaaaaaa!”
She was subdued in an instant. Both her arms were bound and lifted over her head, and both her feet left the ground.
“I told you.”
Rette picked up Simon’s letter, her eyes blazing with anger, and continued.
“To be quiet.”
“No, no, no! Please forgive me! Rette!”
“I won’t.”
Rette began tickling Lilinet’s exposed armpit gently. Lilinet’s face flushed crimson as she writhed and giggled uncontrollably.
“Hahahaha! Aaah! Ha-ha! S-save me……!”
“I have a favor to ask.”
She stopped the tickle torture and spoke. Lilinet, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes from laughing, quickly replied.
“Y-yes, sister. What do you need?”
“You said your uncle is an active Heretic Inquisitor, didn’t you? I’d like you to contact him.”
In the end, Lilinet was released from captivity in exchange for contacting her uncle.
“But why do you need our uncle?”
“Never mind. Just hurry.”
Lilinet pulled out a Communication Crystal and reached out to her uncle.
“Yes, yes, Uncle! I’m doing well. Yes, my friend said she had something to tell you.”
“It’s Rette.”
Rette suddenly leaned forward and snatched the Communication Crystal from her hands. A gruff man’s laughter crackled from the crystal.
-Ha ha ha! Rette? I’ve heard so much about you from my niece!
“What kind of things?”
-That Efnel’s top-ranked student in your dorm is such a difficult person…….
“Lan.”
“Kyaaaaaah!”
Lilinet clung to Lan again, and Rette shielded her uncle’s view with her back, blocking him from seeing her friend’s humiliation, then spoke.
“I need you to find someone for me.”
-It’s your friend’s request, so I’d better help. Who is it?
Her expression grew serious.
“A man named Metin. He’s a Heretic Inquisitor.”

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