Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 34

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy Episode 34
Lunch period.
Simon finished eating faster than usual and stopped by the Class L Lecture Hall before his next class began.
‘Not here.’
The person Simon was looking for wasn’t among the Class L students in the lecture hall. The building where his next class was held was quite a distance away, and if he lingered too long, he might miss it entirely.
‘Hmm, should I come back tomorrow?’
As he loitered anxiously in front of the lecture hall, someone approached.
It was a pretty female student with a pink ribbon in her hair, cradling a textbook against her chest.
“Excuse me. Could I ask you something for a moment?”
“Hmm?”
The girl blinked and stopped in her tracks.
“You’ve got someone named Lorraine in your class, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s right. Lorraine’s in our class. Why?”
Simon carefully drew a Letter Envelope from his chest.
“I was hoping you’d pass this to Lorraine for me.”
“……?!”
As if someone had pressed a pause button, the girl froze with her mouth hanging open.
Then.
“Kyaaaaaah!”
She suddenly let out a shriek.
‘Why are you screaming?’
Simon glanced around in alarm. Fortunately, there weren’t many people nearby, so it didn’t draw attention.
“Right, I remember now!”
She rose onto her tiptoes, studying Simon’s face intently.
“You’re the Special Exception 1st Rank who took the oath as the freshman representative, aren’t you?”
“…….”
“I knew it! I knew it! Kyaaah! This is amazing! They really do say the elite stick together!”
She snatched the Letter Envelope from Simon’s hand.
“Got it! I promise! I’ll deliver this to Lorraine even if it costs me my life!”
“……That’s really not necessary.”
A mischievous smile crossed her face.
“It might be a silly question, but Lorraine shouldn’t find out who you are, right?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Really? Can I tell her?”
Her eyes sparkled with troublesome delight. Simon suddenly felt a chill run through him—a premonition of danger.
“No, wait. Actually, that won’t work. Just deliver the letter without saying anything else!”
“Hehe! Got it! So you seem bold, but you’re actually shy?”
She slapped his forearm and laughed like a refined young lady.
She was clearly having far too much fun with this situation.
“……You.”line>
Simon’s eyes narrowed.

“You’re not getting any strange ideas, are you?”
“Nope! Of course not!”
Then why was she winking?
Simon suddenly found his courier rather untrustworthy, but he was running out of time before class too. He’d barely make it even if he ran at full speed to the other building.
“……So, please take good care of that letter.”
“Leave it to me!”
The moment Simon turned and walked away, the girl bolted into the lecture hall at incredible speed.
“Kyaaah! Everyone! Everyone! Guess what I just got outside?”
Simon pressed his palm to his forehead and sighed.

* * *
After all his classes ended for the day, Simon made his way to the campus Cafe alone.
‘I’ve never been here before.’
When he grasped the handle and pushed the door open, a pleasant bell chimed. Inside, there were far more people than he expected.
Students sat packed at tables large and small, chatting away cheerfully.
Those seated along the wall were absorbed in their studies—flipping textbook pages briskly with one hand, scribbling notes with the other, while sipping coffee through a straw held between their lips.
It was remarkable how their concentration remained unshaken despite all the people moving around them.
‘……Impressive. So during exam season there are even more people than this?’
Simon found an empty seat and sat down, surveying the area around him.
Murmur, murmur, murmur.
The café suddenly grew loud.
From the café’s entrance where Simon had just arrived, a female student with jet-black hair cascading past her shoulders was walking in.
“Wow……!”
“Right, right?”
She carried herself differently from the other students around her.
An aloof gait, eyes like burning rubies that seemed to transcend this world, and an expressionless, glacial face.
There was an aura about her so distant and unapproachable that it was hard to believe she was a student like everyone else.
Lorraine Arkbold.
The Witch of Death who ruled half the world—Nefertis’s only daughter, born three hundred years later.
The moment the celebrity arrived, students crowded around to catch a glimpse. Lorraine exhaled softly, then lifted her eyelids.
“Finished gawking?”
At those words alone.
Students within dozens of meters simply vanished. Those seated farther back didn’t even dare meet her gaze, their heads bowed low.
The area around her grew desolate as if by miracle, and she continued forward with sharp, measured steps.
“…….”
And those steps came to a halt directly in front of Simon.
Simon swallowed hard. Sudden tension flooded through him like a wave.
‘Why, why does it feel so strange?’
They had shopped together, eaten together, grown close—or so he’d thought. But now, seeing her in the Keizen School Uniform for the first time in ages, he found her impossibly difficult to face.
“Oh, it’s been a while. Ha-ha…….”
“…….”
He gathered his courage and spoke, but Lorraine remained as cold and expressionless as ice.
Flustered, Simon was wondering if he’d made some mistake when her eyes gradually curved like crescents and a smile bloomed at the corners of her mouth.
“Hi, Simon.”
It was the smile he knew so well.

* * *
The two of them carried their ordered coffees up to the café’s third floor.
The café owner, visibly tense, had taken their order himself, and when Lorraine mentioned she wanted a quiet place, he immediately unlocked the usually closed third floor for them.
Thanks to this, they were able to sit by a window seat outdoors with plenty of space. A cool breeze drifted in, and it felt pleasant.
“This is the first time we’ve seen each other since Langerstin.”
Lorraine, seated across from him, swept back her night-dark hair. Simon, still tense, offered a stiff smile and nodded.
“Actually, the school uniform suits you pretty well.”
“Hm?”
She glanced down at her own uniform, then fixed Simon with a narrowed gaze.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I look old?”
Simon’s face flushed red as he quickly waved his hands.
Why was the conversation going this direction?
“No, no! That’s not it……! When we met in Langerstin, I just couldn’t picture you in a school uniform……!”
“Why couldn’t you picture it? Is it because I look old?”
‘That’s not it!’
Why did conversations with Lorraine always become so tangled?
From Simon’s perspective, when they first met, the way Lorraine had driven those gangsters back was nothing short of a professional Necromancer’s presence and then some.
Now, here she was, sitting beside him in the same school uniform he wore, and the strangeness of that image was what struck him.
‘But why is it so hard to explain this in words?’
Simon sighed heavily to himself.
“I was joking.”
She sipped her coffee through a straw and winked. Simon, catching on that she’d been teasing him, let out a rueful laugh.
“So then.”
Lorraine lowered her eyelids and slowly crossed her legs as she spoke.
“Why did you want to meet?”
The air had shifted.
There it was. That ineffable, mature atmosphere that made approach difficult.
Simon too sensed instinctively that it was time to broach the real matter.
After checking once more that no one was nearby, he opened his mouth in a grave tone.
“……There’s a traitor inside Keizen.”
Simon laid out his account methodically.
How he’d been chased by the Watchers, become lost in the Forbidden Forest, and witnessed a Priest praying before a Cross in that place.
Of course, he omitted the part about Pier’s help and simply claimed that he’d managed to escape a dire situation when the Watchers appeared at just the right moment to save him.
“…….”
Lorraine fell silent upon hearing the story, her expression grave.
“Lorraine. This may be hard to believe, but I…….”
“I believe you.”
She lifted her head.
“More importantly—can you describe in detail the appearance of that Cross you saw?”
“……um, yes. From what I remember, there was a woman carved into the largest Cross at the center. A naked figure surrounded by vines?”
“That confirms it.”
Lorraine’s crimson eyes flashed.
“That’s the goddess Dave. The one god believed in by the Priests of Efnel.”
The Holy Seminary under direct papal authority—Efnel.
Standing as the counterpoint to Keizen, which produced Necromancers, this institution cultivated Priests instead.
Within the Holy Federation, it possessed influence and authority rivaling Keizen itself. The “Holy Maidens,” counted among the continent’s greatest forces, were selected exclusively from Efnel’s female students—a monopoly of all power.
Keizen and Efnel.
Efnel and Keizen.
Which was stronger? Which students were more accomplished?
These questions had been the old talking points of continental folk for ages.
“……How dare they.”
Crack!
The glass in Lorraine’s grip shattered under the pressure of her grip, coffee spilling across the table.
“A Priest arrogant enough to meddle dares set foot in Keizen?”
Her anger was genuine. Though Simon understood that the killing intent radiating from her was not directed at him, he couldn’t help but feel tense.
“……Simon.”
“Yeah.”
“Besides you, who else knows about this?”
“Just me and Kamibalez, who went into the Forbidden Forest with me. No one else.”
She nodded.
“Thank you for telling me. I’ll report it to Mother right away.”
Simon had his reasons for keeping this fact secret.
Keizen’s faculty were also legitimate suspects in this incident. Only if Nefertis knew could the investigation proceed in multiple directions without interference.
“Let’s go, Simon!”
Lorraine jumped to her feet.
“Uh, where to?”
“The Forbidden Forest. There might be clues left at the scene where you saw the Priest.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“……Right now?”

* * *
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
Late in the evening, Simon rode a Skeleton Horse for the first time in his life.
A single Skeleton Horse was said to cost as much as a house, and there was certainly reason for the price. Not only was it faster than any ordinary steed, but it never tired, and the ride was remarkably smooth.
“You’re a natural at this. Ever had riding lessons?”
Lorraine asked, guiding her own Skeleton Horse alongside his.
“Just a little back home.”
In truth, whatever skill Simon possessed had nothing to do with horsemanship—he and the Skeleton Horse simply moved in perfect harmony.
Above all, the creature obeyed his every command. The moment Simon so much as extended his hand, the Skeleton Horse nuzzled affectionately against his palm.
“This way, Lorraine.”
“Got it.”
Having made the journey once before, he found the path without difficulty. They leaped the ravine he and Kamibalez had crossed, plunging deep into the forest.
“It’s around here.”
“Thanks for the guide. Let’s go the rest of the way on foot.”
Both dismounted. Lorraine opened a rift of Subspace into the air, and the Skeleton Horses bounded into it, vanishing from sight.
Simon smacked his lips.
‘I wanted to ride longer.’
Once he made some money, he had two items for his bucket list. The first was a skeleton made from a demon’s bones, and the second was a Skeleton Horse.
Now the two moved through the Forbidden Forest with muted footfalls. Simon thought the forest paths looked far clearer to him than they had when he’d first come with Kamibalez.
It didn’t take long to reach the spot where he’d encountered the Priest.
“Here?”
“Yeah, I’m sure of it.”
Both began their search with serious expressions.
‘……The traces are gone.’
The place where he’d seen Priest was unmistakable. Yet the altar, the decorations, the Cross, even the scars where Pier and Priest had clashed and torn up the ground—all of it had vanished without a trace.
As if nothing had ever happened at all.
Simon felt as though a ghost had seized him.
“What do you think, Lorraine?”
“…….”
She was on her knees, running her palms over the grass. After a moment, she shook her head.
“Not a shred of evidence. It’s almost unnatural.”
“……Mmm.”
“Still, there’s no doubt they erased the traces.”
She rose to her feet, crossing her arms.
“Simon, from what you’ve told me, this person is formidable. Their combat prowess, certainly—but also the way they’ve concealed such a wide area so cleanly. What’s most shocking, though, is that they serve a god while carrying a Core embedded in their body and entered Keizen with it. Those people believe the Core is a force that denies their god.”
“But if the Core is activated, Priest can’t use Holiness anymore, right?”
Lorraine nodded.
“I don’t fully understand the mechanics myself, but according to their logic, Darkness is the power of a cursed demon, and Holiness is power that flows from faith in their god. Whatever the case, the two forces are fundamentally opposed to each other.”
She turned away.
“This is serious. We need to return to Keizen. I think we should find Mother right away.”

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