Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 412

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 412
The empty reception room of the Cathedral.
A boy and girl with white hair sat across from each other, maintaining distance.
‘She seems upset about something.’
Simon was watching Rette’s expression closely.
The way she sat with her legs crossed, her face expressionless and her gaze fixed ahead—it radiated a chill that said she had no desire to exchange a single word with him.
‘Maybe I should’ve just pretended I didn’t see her.’
Opportunities to tease the flawless Rette were rare.
But when they reunited, she came rushing toward him with her face flushed crimson, crying out “Ahhhhh!”, and he simply couldn’t resist needling her about being a saint.
“…What brings you to this place?”
Surprisingly, it was Rette who spoke first—though her voice carried a biting chill.
“Ah, I received a request from Israphil—”
“You have no fear at all, do you?”
Her golden eyes fixed on Simon with a piercing stare.
“A Necromancer, and a Legion Commander no less, walking into the Grand Cathedral of the Sacred Federation? Are you really hoping to get purified to death?”
“? But you came into the Dark Alliance headquarters too.”
“That’s completely different!”
Rette’s face flushed as her agitation flared.
“I wasn’t even a saint back then, and besides, it was a matter of Teacher Anna’s life being on the line, so there was no choice but to—!”
“I had no choice either, since Israphil saved my mother.”
“You absolutely refuse to back down, don’t you—!”
Click.
Israphil approached, unfurling a Soundproof Barrier, and brought a finger to her lips as she looked at Rette.
At that gesture, Rette flinched, then continued in a subdued voice.
“…I, I shouldn’t refuse to yield like that.”
“Pfft!”
Simon finally burst into laughter. Rette threw her arm up. “Hey!!”
“Speak only kindly, only beautifully, won’t you? Rette. Words are the portrait of one’s heart, and the measure of one’s own dignity.”
“…How could kind words come out in a situation like this?”
Rette pouted her lips with a sullen expression.
‘Sigh.’
Fine, if she was being generous, she had wanted to see Simon someday.
Though it certainly wasn’t to see that face of his—but since they’d both become a saint and a Legion Commander, she’d wanted to settle which of them was stronger, and compare their lives in Kizen and Efnel, and most of all, she’d wanted to hear stories about Teacher Anna.
But absolutely not! She had never wanted to show him this embarrassing, shameful moment in her life!
“Come now, both of you, calm down.”
Israphil soothed the agitated Rette and spoke.
“I, Saint Israphil of Shinhai, wish to entrust you both with a request.”
It was the same story Simon had heard at home.
A wicked evil was being sensed from the north, and to destroy it, they would need not only Holy Power but also the Dark Element working together.
“Rette, go with Simon to the region where this evil lurks. Find out what’s happening there and resolve the matter.”
“……”
Rette lowered her head and bit her lip softly.
“What troubles you, Rette?”
“I do wish to go since it’s your request, Israphil, but my remaining schedule as a saint—”
“Ah~”
Israphil smiled gently.
“Don’t worry about that. Go at ease. I’ve taken it upon myself to handle all your remaining duties.”
“!!”
Rette’s head snapped up.
“You’ve worked so hard all this time, Rette.”
Israphil stepped forward and wrapped Rette in a warm embrace.
“Saints die and are immediately reborn. That’s why there are many people who resent and envy a new saint. To persuade all the officials of Efnel and the Federation, I may have been stern in my teaching.”
Her voice was soft and warm as a spring breeze.
As Simon watched from the side, in this moment, Israphil appeared to him as a true saint.
“You’re free to blame and resent me, but please know that all of this came from a sincere desire for your sake. In Efnel, your reputation regarding your temperament was poor, and I had to correct this within a short time so that many would accept you.”
“…I see.”
“Times may be difficult, but as you go through them, good things like this come along now and then.”
She released Rette and smiled kindly.
“Who said a saint should be consumed by her position and duty? Being a saint is only a title—Rette is Rette. I hope you’ll step away from the saint’s work and spend this time as Rette Shardena, enjoying yourself.”
Rette’s eyes glistened with grateful tears.
“Israphil!!”
Then she rushed forward and pulled Israphil into a tight embrace. Israphil staggered slightly in surprise, but she laughed softly and stroked the girl’s hair.
Simon smiled watching the scene unfold, when Israphil spoke quietly.
“Please look after Rette.”
Simon nodded firmly.

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Having come to the Sacred Federation this time, Simon could feel how thorough Israphil’s preparations were.
She had prepared false identities not just for Simon but for Rette as well, and even adventuring clothes were all set.
“Your final destination is the village of Escail in the Kinber Region.”
The Kinber Region, located at the northernmost edge of the Sacred Federation, was an area where involvement from Efnel and the central priests had been forbidden due to past treaties.
Therefore, Rette, like Simon, had to hide her true identity and enter under the false guise of a priest from another region.
“Remember this, Rette. Revealing your identity as a Saint must be strictly a ‘last resort.'”
Israphil emphasized once more.
“Using your status to command obedience might subdue people momentarily. But they will only guard their hearts all the more firmly and seek to conceal the truth. What matters most is winning people over through Rette as she truly is.”
“Yes, Israphil.”
“Oh! But do you two happen to like children?”
At the somewhat abrupt question, Simon and Rette blinked.
“Well… we like them well enough, I suppose.”
“You will go as ‘teachers’ who instruct children. It’s the only way to gain entry to the insular village of Escail.”
Escail rejected outsiders thoroughly, yet it did accept external individuals who came as children’s teachers.
Simon raised his hand.
“What should we teach the children?”
“The continental language, basic arithmetic and general knowledge, and also Elemental Magic and White Magic.”
“The children can use magic?”
“Yes, so they say.”
This time Rette raised her hand.
“Wait a moment. Then what happened to the other teachers who went before us…?”
“Your insight is as sharp as ever, Rette.”
The smile faded from Israphil’s lips.
“They went missing. We still don’t know what became of them. The teacher before them, the one before that—all of them.”
Missing persons? Simon’s expression turned grave.
“And the one teacher who alone survived that place—whenever she recalls those days, her face goes completely white and she falls into fits, refusing to give any statement at all.”
Israphil produced two photographs.
One showed a woman in priest’s robes wearing glasses with a bright smile, and the other showed a woman with dark skin and a beauty mark in her eye.
Both photographs bore the stamp “Missing” on them.
“If you happen to discover any traces of the previous teachers during your investigation, please let us know. Their families are waiting for word.”
Simon nodded and accepted the photographs.
What on earth is happening in that village?
“Understood.”
Unlike Simon, who had grown tense, Rette laughed and spoke with derision.
“If anything strange is going on, we’ll just sweep it all away and leave. Simple as that.”
“Investigating and resolving evil is our highest priority, Rette.”
“Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”
And Escail, their destination, was impossible to reach via Teleport Magic Circle due to year-round bitter cold.
They would have to stop at a city called Kula beforehand and climb over the mountain range.
Then Rette suddenly interjected as Israphil was explaining.
“Kula? Isn’t that a famous resort city?”
“So you knew about it, Rette!”
Israphil smiled brightly and clasped her hands together.
“From the city, you can see snow-capped mountains in their entirety, and beside them stretches an emerald sea. It’s a very beautiful harbor town.”
Simon and Rette’s faces lit up with color.
“I’ve already made lodging arrangements. Rette has endured much through her work as a Saint, and Simon has accumulated fatigue from the long journey coming over from the Dark Alliance. Why don’t you spend about four days sightseeing in the city, gathering information about Escail village and the evil there, before setting out?”
“Sightseeing!”
Rette trembled with joy, but then glanced at Simon beside her and her expression cooled slightly.
“It would’ve been nicer if the man going with me weren’t this guy.”
“…Still haven’t forgiven me?”
Simon smiled ruefully.
“Now, and there’s this.”
Israphil removed the chalk-shaped necklace artifact she had been wearing and handed it to Rette.
“It’s an artifact that seals the Saint’s power. Since it only seals the Saint’s strength, using Holy Power shouldn’t be a major problem.”
“Oh, thank goodness we’re alive.”
Rette accepted the necklace with a laugh.
“Those stars kept bouncing around so annoyingly.”
“……Stars?”
“Forgive the interruption.”
At that moment, the escort Paladins entered the chamber and announced they needed to leave for the next ceremony.
Israphil stepped forward then, revealing that she’d received permission from the Heavenly Isle to attend in Rette’s place.
The Paladins dropped prostrate to the floor with expressions of rapture, singing praises for her compassion.
“……They don’t go that far for me, do they?”
Rette grumbled.
After parting with Israphil, Simon and Rette changed into adventurer’s garb and slipped out of the Cathedral, making their preparations to cross over to the resort village of Kula.
Israphil had arranged a Teleport Magic Circle nearby for exactly this purpose.
“Phew.”
Dressed in comfortable adventurer’s clothes with her hair tied back, Rette’s expression was remarkably light.
By now her manner of speech and bearing had returned to the carefree Rette that Simon had always known.
“……What are you staring at? I’ll rip your eyes right out.”
But she’d reverted too completely—that was the problem.
It was hard to believe she was the same person who’d been smiling so graciously just moments ago in the Cathedral, bestowing blessings upon the faithful.
“Rette. Can I ask you one thing?”
“Don’t ask.”
“What was that about the stars bouncing around?”
“I said don’t ask! Damn it!”
She pressed her forehead and let out a long sigh.
“……You really want to know that badly?”
“Yeah.”
Rette’s face went blank as she raised a finger and tapped her own forehead.
‘?’
Simon was blinking in confusion at what she was doing when suddenly she flicked the index finger away from her brow.
A star-shaped effect made of Holy Power burst forth with a brilliant pop!
“That’s it.”
Simon was on the verge of a second fit of laughter.
He fought desperately to hold it back.
“Is it that funny?”
Rette, apparently having given up all pretense, began bouncing daintily in place, and with each little hop another star-shaped burst of Holy Power went pop, pop, pop.
“For God’s sake, what is this? I’m not some magical princess.”
Rette muttered irritably as she fastened the black chalk-shaped necklace artifact that Israphil had given her around her neck.
Now the star-shaped effects stopped appearing. The faint stars that had lingered in her eyes faded away as she activated the Saint’s power.
“Congratulations on reclaiming your freedom.”
Simon smiled wryly.
“That’s ridiculous. Freedom that only comes by sealing something away.”
Her tone was dry, but the corners of her mouth had lifted ever so slightly as she turned her head away.
In this way, the two of them arrived at an open field ten minutes’ distance away.
The Teleport Magic Circle and Israphil’s attendants were waiting.
“We’ll activate the circle right away.”
“Understood!”
As Simon and Rette stepped onto it, the Magic Circle sprang to life with a brilliant radiance.

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A short while later, Simon found himself marveling at the sight that unfolded before him.
Kula, the famous resort town of the Sacred Federation.
Quaint little cottages with blue roofs—the kind that looked like they’d house fairy-tale sprites—lined the pristine streets in neat rows.
The mountain range’s cold was trapped by the flow of Mana, so Kula’s weather was mild. The region’s greatest charm lay in how you could enjoy swimming in the sea while gazing at the snow-capped Snowy Mountains to the north.
And yet.
A piercing whistling wind cut through the air.
‘It’s freezing!’
A harsh, bitter cold swept down upon this town where sea bathing was supposedly possible.

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