Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 415

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 415
Whoooosh—!
Simon was washing himself in the bathroom. Billows of pale steam rose around him, carrying the scent of fragrant cleanser.
Rette sat on the bed with a sullen expression, her back turned away.
‘…Does he really have to be so loud?’
The bathroom wall was glass, and though Simon stood completely naked, thankfully the steam inside obscured everything to mere silhouettes.
Soon enough, the water shut off and the sound of him changing into fresh clothes drifted out.
“I feel almost human again.”
Simon emerged from the bathroom toweling his wet hair dry.
“The water pressure’s good and it’s hot. Feels like I’m back in one of Kizen’s bathhouses.”
“…”
Rette pressed her palm to her forehead. Trembling slightly as she wrestled with something, she suddenly shot to her feet with an anguished cry.
“L-listen here! If you try anything funny, I’m serious!”
“…I won’t.”
So his trustworthiness was still rock bottom in her eyes, apparently.
Rette shot him a long, measuring glare before bolting into the bathroom with her clothes and towel.
Whoooosh—
Water roared to life moments later.
As Simon absently continued drying his hair, he felt his mouth go suddenly dry.
Nothing but a thin pane of glass between them in the same room.
It would’ve been strange not to feel tense.
“Don’t look over here! Got it?!”
“…I’m not.”
Rette bent forward and began undressing. The soft whisper of fabric sliding against skin cut through the rushing water and pierced his ears.
Her silhouette began to emerge through the clouded steam beyond the glass.
“…”
Simon exhaled slowly and found himself contemplating this building’s architectural design.
Why on earth was the bathroom made of glass? And why didn’t the bathroom door even have a proper lock?
What had the architect been thinking when they designed this place?
None of it made sense by any standard he understood.
Whooom!
A Holy Barrier suddenly materialized in front of the bathroom.
Whooom! Whooom! Whooom! Whooom! Whooom!
In moments, the entire bathroom was enveloped in layers of Holy Barriers.
“What—”
“I’ll trust in my own skills before trusting your conscience!”
Only after taking such precautions did Rette relax enough to begin her shower.

* * *
“Ahhh.”
After her shower, Rette had changed into a fresh robe and settled onto the sofa, twirling a wine glass between her fingers, her cheeks still slightly flushed.
She rotated the glass with practiced ease before bringing the rim to her lips. The vibrant red liquid flowed past her mouth and down her throat.
“Wonderful~”
She sighed contentedly, her body melting deeper into the sofa’s back cushion with a drowsy murmur.
“Sounds like you’re exhausted.”
Simon stood nearby, hanging the wet towels to dry.
“Don’t even mention it.”
She kept her eyes closed, slowly spinning the wine glass on her fingertip.
“Ever since I became a Saint, there’s no end to the places calling for me or the things I need to learn. They even classify human smiles into twenty-five different categories, can you believe that?”
“…Really?”
“You’re supposed to match your smile to the occasion, or so the attendants keep saying. ‘Saint, today being the Holy Communion, you must restrict your repertoire to smiles seven through fourteen.’ It’s absolutely ridiculous.”
Simon took pride in the fairly rigorous etiquette training Richard had given him, but even hearing about something like that made him cringe.
“I don’t know much about the Sacred Federation, so I hesitate to say it, but… is all that really necessary?”
“Of course not!”
Rette sat up with sudden intensity, her voice sharp.
“It’s all hollow ceremony! Honestly, half the people teaching it can’t even tell you which smile is which. To put it bluntly, isn’t there something a little off about those old codgers who push this stuff? They all did it when they were young too. ‘Now it’s your turn to suffer!’ That’s what they’re really saying.”
“Ha! That sounds like a pretty twisted way of thinking about it.”
“I can’t explain it any other way, I’m telling you.”
A sip of wine after a refreshing shower.
Rette’s mood had brightened, and she chattered on contentedly. Simon, with the morning’s events still on his mind, was happy to engage with her talk.
“Well then, I suppose we should stop playing around.”
She rose from her seat and tapped her forehead lightly.
With a touch of White Magic, the flush drained from her cheeks, restoring them to their natural pallor.
“Let’s begin.”
“Begin what?”
She turned and began rummaging through a bag resting on the table.
“What else? Tonight, you won’t be getting a wink of sleep.”
“?!”
Simon’s face flushed crimson.
His gaze lingered on Rette for a moment.
Her white hair still damp, the robe draped precariously around her form. And…….
Whack!
A flying book struck Simon square in the face, sending him tumbling onto the bed. Rette glowered at him with icy eyes.
“Hey, can’t you control your gaze? You’re going to get yourself killed!”
Simon groaned and picked up the object that had bounced off his face.
“What is this?”
“……A notebook for teaching the children.”
Simon flipped through the notebook with a crisp rustle.
It was completely blank.
“Mark my words. The reason we’re visiting Escail Village is not to investigate ‘Evil’—we’re going there to teach the children. We’re teachers.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“So from this moment on, we need to prepare our lessons diligently. We must appear competent and professional to the villagers. They say it’s an insular place with deep suspicion of outsiders. If anything seems off, we’ll be thrown out immediately.”
She had a point.
Rette tossed various teaching materials onto the bed with a flourish.
“This bag is from Israphil—he really thought of everything.”
She pulled out a coloring book and waved it. Simon finally showed interest, examining the materials more carefully.
“Right, we need to structure a detailed curriculum. What to teach the children, what topics to cover in each lesson.”
“Exactly! Do you have any experience teaching children? Or anyone, for that matter?”
When Simon shook his head, Rette—who had been regarding him with hopeful eyes—pouted.
“That’s not helpful. Not helpful at all.”
“Sorry about that. What about you—have you taught children before?”
“Plenty.”
Tap.
She placed a Continent Language Textbook on the table and continued.
“I grew up in an Orphanage that took in orphaned children. With the shortage of hands, once I was old enough, I taught and supervised them too.”
“……I see.”
“Stop wasting time and get to work.”
The two of them quickly sketched out a lesson plan. Rette prepared the coloring book lesson and a Continent Language alphabet class.
“So what will you be teaching?”
“How about Divine Beast Attunement?”
Rette’s brow furrowed as if he’d said something absurd.
“Divine Beast Attunement? For children who can’t even use Holy Power yet?”
“It’s training to build Holy Power compatibility by having them play and bond with Divine Beasts that channel Holy Power.”
“……Oh?”
It was actually a better idea than she’d expected, and her expression brightened.
“But where will you get the Divine Beasts? Lan would be too dangerous to bring out and play with the children.”
“I have Divine Beasts of my own. Three or so…….”
Just as Simon was about to explain his lesson plan—
Boom!
A massive explosion erupted from outside the window.
“?!”
Simon and Rette jolted to their feet. Bang! Bang! The explosions continued to ring out in rapid succession.
“What’s happening?”
Simon rushed to the window first and peered outside.
Chaos.
The city’s people were screaming and fleeing in all directions.

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“Run! Keep running!”
“Head toward the guild hall!”
The quiet city descended into chaos. Guards rushed out to evacuate the villagers.
“What’s happening?”
Rette bolted from the lodging, shouting.
“Monsters from the Mountain Range are attacking! Several have already breached the outer line and entered the city proper!”
The guard answered with a grave expression.
“Why would monsters that live peacefully in the mountains suddenly attack the village?”
The guard, sensing from Rette’s bearing that she held a position of authority, answered without hesitation.
“Ah, it appears they’re fleeing the severe cold! The cold in the Mountain Range has grown so intense that even the monsters can no longer endure it.”
“That’s enough. Thank you for the information.”
Rette cut him off and spun sharply. Simon was already preparing to move.
“Akalion!”
From the Holy Subspace emerged Akalion, a divine beast in bear form.
Simon immediately infused him with Holy Power, swelling his massive frame, then leaped astride.
“Rette!”
Without a word, Rette grabbed Simon’s hand and climbed up behind him.
“Hold tight. Go, Akalion!”
-Roooooar!
Akalion thundered through the village alleyways with heavy, earth-shaking strides. Fleeing citizens yelped and scrambled aside.
“Ah, so this is the one.”
Rette, her arms around Simon’s waist, spoke as she studied Akalion.
“The divine beast that our Efnel student lost.”
Simon flinched and glanced back at Rette.
“Do you… know them?”
“Only distantly.”
Rette replied flatly.
“And they know well enough to keep their mouth shut—can you imagine? A divine beast abandoning its master to choose a Necromancer! If word reached the Efnel brass, they’d have been expelled on the spot.”
“… Hmm, if we run into them, pass along my apologies.”
Rette’s expression hardened as if to say *what nonsense is this?*
“There’s nothing to apologize for. No one can force a divine beast’s choice. Besides, it’s far more foolish to try controlling a beast that didn’t choose you in the first place out of desperation.”
By then, Akalion had reached the site of the attack.
The Civil Guard was locked in combat with monsters.
White Goblins—a breed with fur as pale as snow and eyes of brown.
“It’s breaking through!”
“Block it with your bodies!”
The Civil Guard held one corner of a collapsed fence, but the goblins’ assault was overwhelming.
“Out of the way!”
Simon shouted.
“Wh—who? Ahhh!”
The guards scrambled aside in shock as Akalion charged forward with his massive bulk, plowing through the monsters.
Bang! Goblins flew in all directions. Akalion snorted and roared.
“A… bear?”
“A divine beast! The Priest has arrived!”
As the Civil Guard cheered, Rette tapped Simon’s shoulder and jumped down from Akalion.
“I’ll leave the offense to you.”
“Do that.”
Rette dashed toward the fence while Simon led Akalion into the fray of White Goblins.
Sheen!
Simon drew a greatsword from his Subspace, infused it with Holy Power, and began to swing. With each arc the white blade traced, monsters fell in sprays of blood.
‘It’s frustrating to rely only on Holy Power!’
In the Sacred Federation, the Dark Element was sealed, and Chaos required lengthy preparation.
Simon etched a Magic Circle across the blade’s surface and gripped the hilt with both hands before delivering one mighty swing.
Boom!
A fan-shaped wave of Holy Power shot forth, cleaving through five goblins at once. From scattered positions, Civil Guard members cheered.
Meanwhile, Rette raced to the fence and began reinforcing the section on the verge of collapse.

Whoooosh!
Every fence in the city glowed white.
-Yek-yek-yek!
The monsters’ assault on the fence halted at once.
They attempted to leap over instead, but Rette raised her arm with utter resolve.

Rumble-rumble-rumble!
A barrier of Holy Power rose high around the fence. The eyes of the Civil Guard members guarding it went wide.
“Am I… am I seeing things right now?”
In an instant, the modest fence had transformed into a grand City Wall that wrapped around the entire city.

* * *
The situation shifted dramatically with Simon and Rette’s efforts.
Rette’s support abilities, especially, were dazzling.

White light rippled across the bodies of people crying out in pain throughout the area. Their wounds closed in the blink of an eye.
“The… the wounds healed!”
“Let’s go!”
With wide-area healing and widespread blessings, Rette enhanced the Civil Guard members—fighters who would otherwise have been little use—healing them and sending them back to the battlefield reinvigorated.
The guards thrilled at their strengthened power and speed, their blades striking down monsters with each swing.
“Push forward!”
The tide had turned. As Rette ran ahead, Simon appeared at just the right moment, riding Akalion toward her.
“Grab on!”
Rette seized Simon’s hand.
He pulled with strength, and she twisted her body smoothly into the saddle behind him.
“We’ve sealed off this section. Let’s keep moving along the fence and intercept the monsters as they come over!”
“Got it.”
Simon and Rette swept across the chaotic battlefield. With the city so vast, there was far too much ground to defend.
But when they arrived at the next sector, the monsters were far more numerous than before. The defensive line had already collapsed, and the creatures had breached the fence.
The surviving guards were fighting in the streets, but at this rate, it would be a wipe-out.
“We can’t handle them one at a time—it’d never end. We need to strike all the monsters at once.”
She moved her arm, opening a Holy Subspace.
Simon’s eyes lit up.
‘Is she summoning the White Dragon Lan now?’
He wondered how much larger she might have grown.

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