Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 414

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 414
The Old Woman smiled with a hint of regret, then grasped Simon’s hand.
“Then let’s start with this young man.”
“Ah, yes. I’m in your hands.”
The Old Woman drew Simon’s hand to the Crystal Ball, then placed her own hand over his.
“Close your eyes.”
Simon closed his eyes. The Old Woman’s hand glided smoothly over the Crystal Ball and his own.
“What do you see now?”
“Nothing, actually. I don’t see anything.”
“Of course you don’t.”
Since this was Simon’s first fortune-telling, he waited with a quickening heart. The fact that she’d told him to close his eyes—did that mean images would form in his mind?
“Oh!”
At that moment, an exclamation escaped the Old Woman’s lips.
“I see it! I see! The young man’s form—I see it!”
It was the Old Woman who was seeing.
“Flying! You’re flying! You’re soaring through the sky!”
The Old Woman continued for a while, repeating only things like “Flying!” and “You’re in the air!”
Simon, his hand held fast, waited in silence, while Rette leaned against the wall with a look of exasperation.
“You’re flying! Soaring! That—that thing with wheels!”
“A cart?”
“Not that! The thing merchants load goods into and drag along—”
“A cart?”
“Yes, a cart! You’re being dragged along in a cart!”
“But you just said I was flying through the sky?”
The flow of events was utterly unpredictable.
“Ah, ah, ahhhh!”
The Old Woman’s voice rose. And then, from her own mouth—
“Bang!”
—came an explosion sound as she opened her eyes.
“That’s all I see.”
“???”
Simon withdrew his hand, his expression bewildered.
Rette gave a few halfhearted claps and stood up.
“That was fascinating. Well, Grandmother, we should really be going—”
“Hold on! The young lady needs a reading too!”
With that, the Old Woman forcibly seized Rette’s hand and placed it on the Crystal Ball.
Rette reluctantly sat back down with a reluctant expression.
“Close your eyes.”
Rette closed her eyes with obvious reluctance.
“What do you see?”
“Nothing, of course. I see nothing.”
“Oh, oh, yes! I see! The young lady’s form—I see it!”
It was the exact same repertoire as before.
“Flying. You’re flying! Soaring through the sky!”
Even this was the same routine.
‘So we’re both flying somewhere.’
Simon was watching with that thought in mind when the Old Woman’s face suddenly twisted.
“Dreadful!”
“What?”
“Blood. Blood everywhere! Blood soaking everything, the clash of weapons, flames. And I hear cries of agony and moans of suffering. So many people lying motionless on the ground.”
Rette’s brow, eyes still closed, furrowed slightly.
“Ah! Ah! The young lady—she stands in this place of blood and carnage!”
The Old Woman’s voice grew strained, as if gasping for breath.
“The young lady makes strange gestures! And then the people lying cold and lifeless on the ground begin to stir and rise! They push themselves up and take up weapons again—!”
Pop!
Simon jumped.
Rette had abruptly snatched her hand away from the Crystal Ball. Then, her eyes bloodshot with rage, she glared at the Old Woman with terrifying intensity.
“R-Rette?”
She rose sharply to her feet, turned her back, and strode swiftly into the Alley.
“I—I’m sorry! I’ll follow her right away.”
The Old Woman picked up the Crystal Ball with a practiced ease and smiled brightly.
“Go well. May the Goddess’s Blessing walk with you.”
Clack! Clack! Clack!
Rette, her lower lip caught between her teeth, strode down the alley without hesitation.
Simon rushed after her and grabbed her wrist.
“Rette! Wait!”
Smack!
She wrenched her hand from his roughly. Simon stepped in front of her, speaking urgently.
“Calm down. What’s wrong?”
“You heard what she said!”
Rette cried out, her eyes blazing with fury.
“What just happened! Anyone could hear it—she was saying I raise corpses to fight as a Necromancer! That I’m some horrifying Necromancer? Me?”
Simon’s face fell.
She had lost her parents to a Necromancer’s attack in childhood and become an orphan.
The image of those Necromancers raising her dead parents and the villagers as Skeletons had left a searing trauma embedded in her memory.
If her Necromancer Phobia, which had finally quieted down, flared up again, things would become difficult.
“It was only for entertainment. You don’t need to think about it so seriously.”
“There are limits to entertainment! I can accept whatever future unfolds for me! But why of all things that……!”
Simon approached calmly, raising his palms in a placating gesture.
“Let’s abandon the investigation for now and just return to the inn. Once we rest there—”
“Don’t touch my body! You Necro……!!”
Rette, about to pour out her fiery rage, went rigid.
…….
…….
Her shoulders trembling, Rette remained silent for a moment, then slowly drew her hand across her face and exhaled a long, deep sigh.
“I’m sorry.”
Clack.
Rette turned away.
“The investigation. Let’s continue.”
“……Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She offered a weary smile.
“I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

* * *
Their final destination was the Lord’s Castle of this city.
But.
—The Lord is currently in an emergency meeting, I’m afraid. An audience is not possible at this time. My apologies.
In the end, the two of them left the Lord’s Castle with nothing to show for their efforts.
Rette shrugged.
“Well, what did I expect? With the city in this state, the Lord wouldn’t meet with outsiders like us.”
“True. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
Rette carried herself naturally, as though the earlier incident had never occurred. Watching her rally her composure so quickly, Simon felt a wave of relief wash over him.
Of course, he would need to spend time checking whether she was truly all right.
They decided it was finally time to go to the lodging Israfil had arranged and get some rest.
It was no ordinary inn—remarkably, it was one of the largest lodgings in the city, he had said.
“Six months and two days without a guest—what a pleasure!”
The Innkeeper greeted them with a broad smile.
Simon looked around. Even though they were inside the building, a biting chill swept through, and his breath misted visibly before his face.
“The rooms are warm, don’t worry.”
The Innkeeper spoke quickly.
“With such a large building, you have no guests?”
“Ah, just a few years ago the place was packed with not a vacant room. Now the city’s dying or half-dead or what have you, so we can’t help it. But your two rooms are spotless—I’ve had them cleaned thoroughly!”
The Innkeeper glanced between Simon and Rette, then let a peculiar smile slip across his face.
“I hope you have a pleasant and… warm evening together. Here—your key.”
The Innkeeper handed Simon the room key and excused himself, saying he had other matters to attend to.
Ordinarily meals could be provided for an additional fee, but it seemed the city currently had no provisions to spare.
The two of them climbed the stairs and reached the third floor.
Simon held up the key the Innkeeper had given him, making a creaking sound.
“Hm?”
“Why the long face?”
“I just realized something.”
Simon’s mouth twisted into an uncomfortable smile.
“There’s only one key.”
“!”
Rette’s expression shifted to alarm. She quickly snatched the key from Simon’s hand to verify it herself.
“Are you serious? No matter how few guests there are, how does anyone run an inn like this!”
She spun on her heel and descended the stairs at a frightening pace.
“Sir! There’s only one room!”
She called out at the top of her lungs, but the Innkeeper was already gone.
Rette trudged back up, her steps heavy with frustration.
“This is ridiculous!”
“Let’s just go in and see. There’s one key, but there might be multiple rooms inside.”
Her expression brightened slightly.
“…You have a point. I suppose that would be acceptable.”
The two made their way back to the third floor, chattering as they walked.
“The moment we get inside, I’m taking a shower. Hopefully there’s a proper booth.”
“This is a wealthy city, so they should have decent plumbing. The water will probably run fine.”
“That’s a relief. Coming from Sky Island to these backwater towns really shows you the difference in infrastructure.”
“I’d never even been to a bathhouse until I came to Kizen. Ah, here we are. Let me open it.”
Simon reached the door and inserted the key into the lock. With a click, it swung open.
He ushered Rette inside first, then closed the door behind him as he entered.
“What’s wrong?”
Rette had stopped mid-step, standing rigid. Simon stepped further in and found himself frozen beside her.
“…”
“…”
The room was bathed in a lurid crimson glow.
The wallpaper was red-toned, and the spacious room held only one enormous bed. Even worse, the bathroom wall attached to the room was made entirely of transparent glass, so the interior was completely visible from outside.
Simon’s face burned scarlet.
And only then did he realize something.
Israfil had been remarkably well-prepared throughout this entire journey.
“…Ha. Haha.”
Rette retreated backward in disbelief, then grabbed both sides of the door frame and said flatly:
“Enjoy your stay.”
Bang!
She slammed the door, and the sound of her running footsteps echoed away.
When Simon reopened the door and peered down the hallway, he saw her gripping the handle of another room roughly, her face dark with anger and exasperation.
“This is insane! You’re really crossing the line here, you bastard!”
Slam! Slam!
After trying every other room, she found them all locked. The red room was the only unlocked space in the entire inn.
“…Ugh.”
Rette was running her hands desperately through her hair when her eyes suddenly widened. She lifted her leg sharply, and Simon cried out in alarm.
“Rette! Wait!”
“You can have the room to yourself!”
She gritted her teeth.
“I’d rather die than sleep in the same room as a man!”
Crash!
She tore the door handle of the adjacent room clean off and pushed inside. Simon rushed after her.
“What are you doing! We’re going to have to pay for all this damage—what the—”
But the state of this adjoining room was far worse.
Dust lay thick on the floor and bed, cobwebs hung everywhere, and without any heating, the cold was absolutely brutal.
When Rette spotted a centipede writhing across the floor, she shut the door with a sharp slam.
And moments later.
“…”
There she was, sitting primly on the bed in the red room, her buttocks planted firmly on the mattress of her own volition.
Simon let out a laugh.
“Thought you’d rather die than share a room with a man?”
“…Shut up.”
Still chuckling, Simon flopped back onto the bed beside her, groaning as his exhausted muscles protested. He’d been walking all day—his legs were killing him.
“Ugh, I’m exhausted. I just want to sleep.”
Thump!
Right before Simon’s eyes, a pillow tumbled to the floor. He quickly turned his head to look, and Rette bowed apologetically.
“Sleep well.”
“No, wait! This isn’t happening!”
Even patient Simon couldn’t tolerate this. Rette clutched the only blanket to herself like a shield, wrapping it around her body.
“What do you mean ‘this isn’t happening’? Are you saying I just slept in the same bed as a Necromancer?!”
“If you’re going to make me sleep on the floor, at least give me the blanket!”
“Then you’ll see my whole body!!”
So they quarreled again, this time over the sleeping arrangements.
After thirty minutes of debate and argument, Simon finally agreed to sleep downstairs on the condition that Rette would surrender all the blankets. She decided to make do with just her robe as a cover.
“How did I end up in such a state? Goddess, why do you continue to burden me with these trials?”
Leaving her to her prayer at the bedside, Simon pulled out his bag and began unpacking.
“Rette, would you like to wash up first?”
……
After finishing her prayer and opening her eyes, Rette spoke coldly.
“Please don’t joke around.”
?
Rette desperately wanted to wash in warm water.
More than anything, she truly wished to bathe.
But.
“How could anyone reasonably wash in a place like this?”
She grabbed the bathroom door and shook it roughly back and forth.
The glass panel was completely transparent from the room, and worst of all, there was no lock on the door.
It hardly deserved to be called a door at all.
“Well then.”
Simon rose from his seat.
“I’ll go first.”
Rette’s expression shifted with surprise.

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