Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 419

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 419
Two children caught in the middle of a game of hide-and-seek.
The girl trembled at the sight of the strange outsiders, but the boy, possessed of far more curiosity than fear, kept his eyes fixed on Simon and Rette, drinking in every detail.
“Hello?”
Rette bent at the waist, lowering herself to the children’s eye level.
“This sister and this gentleman are teachers who will be instructing you.”
Simon shot her a glare from the side, but Rette brushed it off lightly and continued.
“Starting tomorrow, you’ll be studying together with your teachers for quite some time. Were you looking forward to it?”
Rette reached out and gently stroked the boy’s hair.
“Let’s have fun together from now on.”
“……Teacher?”
Simon caught the flicker of emotion that crossed the girl’s eyes at the word “teacher.” The outgoing boy, for his part, was simply delighted by the affection, giggling contentedly.
“Well then, it’s getting late, so let’s stop playing and head back home. Understood?”
“Yes, Teacher!”
The boy answered brightly, took the girl’s hand, and led her out.
The girl glanced back at the two of them repeatedly, but the moment her eyes met Simon’s gaze, she lowered her head and hurried away as though fleeing.

* * *
By the time they finished unpacking and tidying up, the day had darkened swiftly.
“Hmm.”
Simon found himself replaying the girl’s reaction in his mind.
“Something strange seems to be happening in this village.”
“Scared?”
The gentle, coaxing tone she’d used with the children had vanished—Rette had reverted to her usual, casual self.
“Saint Israphil said she felt a tremendous evil here. It’s only natural to be cautious.”
“I’m a saint too, you know. No need to get spooked.”
Rette yawned and went on.
“Since today was exhausting with all that climbing, we’re not doing any investigating tonight.”
“Right. Today we focus on preparing for tomorrow’s observation class.”
“That aside—”
Rette’s pupils suddenly dilated, cat-like and sharp.
“!”
Simon saw it too, in that same instant.
Beyond the darkened window—
A woman weeping crimson tears of blood, her gaze fixed upon them.
‘An Ice Spirit?!’
Every muscle in his body went rigid with fear.
Screech!
Rette swung her arm. A Holy Arrow erupted forth, shattering the window and shooting through.
The ghost vanished at the same instant.
“Should we p-pursue her?”
“That warning will do. The people of this village seem awfully fond of eavesdropping.”
Of course, Rette had already spread a soundproofing magic circle the moment they’d entered the lodge. Simon had only mentioned Israphil’s name freely because he’d seen her do so.
“Let’s focus on preparing for tomorrow’s observation class.”
She yawned widely, moving her fingers. The shattered glass shards rose up and clicked back into place with practiced ease.
“We’re already under suspicion, after all.”
“……Right.”
His body was exhausted from the climb, and yet somehow he doubted sleep would come easily tonight.
In this village, the only person he could truly rely on was her.

* * *
The next morning.
The observation class began.
The strange weather, the Ice Spirit he’d glimpsed last night, the relationship between Kula and Escail Village—layered atop all this, fatigue had left Simon’s mind somewhat muddled.
“Now then, everyone! Say hello to your teachers!”
“Hello!”
The moment Petria brought the children into the room, all his worries seemed to melt away into nothing.
The children were all as lovely as angels.
‘This really is when they’re the cutest.’
Plump cheeks, sparkling eyes, boundless energy pouring forth.
Simon listened with a faint smile as Petria introduced the children to him.
Two boys.
Matthew, four years old, and Ali, five.
Three girls.
Sophie, four years old, and Anda and Seya, both five.
Among them, the two caught playing breath-holding the night before were the four-year-olds, Matthew and Sophie.
The five-year-olds—Ali, Anda, and Seya—all had gray hair, marking them as children of the Mijenashi, the ruling class of this village. Their clothing spoke of privilege from the very fabric.
“Hello, everyone.”
Rette greeted the children warmly.
“I’m Teacher Rette, and this is Teacher Simon.”
She folded her hands and placed them above her navel.
“Now, shall we learn how to bow? Follow along! Hands on your belly!”
When speaking to children, Rette’s accent and pronunciation carried a different quality. As she held her hands above her navel and waited, the children mimicked her almost unconsciously.
“When you’re in this position and I say ‘bow,’ we all say together, ‘Good morning, Teacher~’ All right?”
“Yes!”
“Let’s start from the beginning! Hands on your belly!”
Tap! Tap!
The children placed their hands above their navels.
“Bow!”
“Good morning~ Teacher!”
Simon watched Rette’s back, his eyes alight with admiration.
‘How is she so good at this?’
From her crisp, pleasant pronunciation to her rhythmic gestures and exaggerated expressions.
This wasn’t the work of someone who’d handled children once or twice before.
The village adults standing watch from a distance quietly nodded their approval as well.
“All right, Teacher Rette has brought something special from the city for all of you. Surprise!”
From her pack, she produced a rainbow paint set of seven colors and a notebook. The children’s eyes went wide.
“Coloring!”
“Give it to me!”
“Give it to me first!”
The children rushed toward Rette. She quickly raised the paint sets above her head.
The children barely listened. One of the Mijenashi even turned to the adults, whining for them to make the teacher hand it over—five years old, and already wise to the art of parental pressure. Precocious, indeed.
But Rette wasn’t the sort to be shaken by this.
“Everyone! Do you want the coloring set?”
“Yes, we do~!!”
The shriek was loud enough to make ears ring.
“Good. Then, if you want something, what do you have to do? You have to ask the teacher, right? And how do you ask?”
Masterful.
Truly masterful.
Within moments, all the village children had their hands pressed together politely and were crying out, “Teacher, please!”
With what they wanted finally in hand, smiles bloomed on every child’s face.
“Since this is our first class, you can draw whatever you’d like today! Exciting, isn’t it?”
The morning passed with coloring activities.
Of course, growing bodies needed physical activity too. They held hands on one another’s shoulders and played the Sacred Express Train game.
“All aboard!”
“There’s a reindeer man ahead! Stop!”
With each word Rette spoke, giggles and laughter blossomed anew.
‘…It’s a bit embarrassing, but the children seem to be having fun.’
Simon was clapping enthusiastically, keeping rhythm.
Singing the Sacred Express Train song and becoming animal friends—that was his part of the show. He was performing five roles in one.
“Excuse me, Teacher Simon?”
Rette crept close and gave his waist a light pinch.
“Stop looking so uncomfortable. Do it properly.”
“I-I’m doing my best!”
“Act like teaching children is your real job. Show some professionalism.”
Even as she muttered these rebukes, the moment she turned back to the children, Rette’s expression shifted—her face brightening into a radiant smile.
‘You’re just too good at this. Really.’
And so came lunchtime.
Given how capable Rette was, Simon had thought perhaps the adults might trust them enough to leave. But then—
“Um, the elders are asking to see a Holy Training demonstration.”
Petria hesitated, stammering her words. Rette’s expression darkened with displeasure.
“I’m sorry, but there’s an order to everything in education. Holy Training is far too advanced for these children.”
“I-I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! They insisted we do it right now, and I couldn’t…….”
Now the reason the village elders had brought in a Priest teacher from outside became clear.
They wanted to raise the children to become Priests.
These five children, despite their young age, were attuned to Mana and could manifest Pure Elemental Magic.
Perhaps because the region was so rich in Mana, geniuses were born frequently—yet the adults hoped that at least one of the children might grow into a Priest capable of wielding Holy Magic.
The reason for wanting a Priest was obvious enough.
A village needed a doctor, and when people fell ill or were injured, someone had to treat them. In the Sacred Federation, Priests naturally performed this role.
But Escail Village was isolated and closed off.
Should an epidemic break out, there was little chance Kula—with whom they maintained relations at best—would accept patients. Traveling beyond Kula to other regions consumed considerable time and money.
If a plague ever swept through, the village would be finished. The people would have done anything to have a Priest of their own.
Rette and Simon held an emergency strategy meeting before the afternoon class.
“Ugh, I can’t stand any of them. These villagers.”
Rette grumbled.
“Even if they’re geniuses, they want to force these clueless kids into this? They don’t think for a second about these children going through the 19 Trials and the Priesthood Authority properly?”
“That would require them to join the Data Church and become affiliated with Efnel. These people want to stay in the village.”
Rette let out a long sigh and spoke.
“Since the parents have ordered it, we do need to comply. Let me weave play and Holy Magic together cleverly for them.”

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“All right, everyone. Guess what this is? Ta-da!”
Rette combined play and Holy Magic as planned, showing it to the children, but the moment they saw the Holy Magic, all their faces went rigid.
“N-No!”
“Scary!”
Some reacted with fierce rejection. Rette shot a cold glance toward the watching adults.
An appropriate amount of Holy Magic did no harm to ordinary people. It healed wounds, restored stamina, bolstered strength—the benefits were overwhelmingly positive.
But ultimately, Holy Magic was still foreign to ordinary people.
Too much of it would overwhelm the body. Particularly in still-developing children, sensitivity to Holy Magic was weak. Yet this reaction seemed unnaturally intense.
According to what Rette later extracted from Petria outside, it seemed the desperate elders had forced the children to come into contact with Holy Magic somewhat coercively. That was why the children feared it at first sight.
“It’s always a small handful of greedy old people who ruin the world.”
Rette said irritably, approaching Simon.
“What’s your take?”
“They had such a strong rejection to just a small amount of Holy Magic. This is going to be difficult.”
“Small amounts are harmless, right?”
“That’s true. But the psychological problem is too large. Holy Magic manifests through strong faith, and if these children developed negative feelings toward Holy Magic itself due to childhood trauma, it will be impossible for them to ever become Priests.”
She was saying that overcoming their trauma around Holy Magic had to come first.
“Leave it to me.”
“? What are you planning?”
Simon approached the children with a bright smile.
“Hello, everyone. I’m Teacher Simon!”
The children watched him warily, thinking he was about to make them touch Holy Magic again. They had already closed their hearts.
“Right now there are animal friends who want to play with you. Would you like to meet them?”
But at the mention of animal friends, the children’s expressions changed completely.
Simon opened a Holy Subspace and pulled out Divine Beasts.
Namely—
-Meeeowww!
-Mew! Meow!
The Divine Beasts: Hayangyi and Kkamangi.
The children shrieked with excitement.
“Kitties!”
“Kitty!!”
Boom—the children rushed forward in a clamor, touching and petting the cats. Simon sat beside them and began to teach.
“Anda, if you pinch the Divine Beast that hard, it won’t like you.”
Anda, who was hugging Hayangyi, looked at Simon with a pouty expression, clearly not wanting to be interrupted.
Simon smiled warmly.
“If you keep bothering Hayangyi like that, it might not want to play with you anymore.”
At those words, Anda’s pupils trembled sharply.
“Th-then what should I do?”

“Try stroking the fur gently like this, with your palm.”
Simon demonstrated, and as he softly stroked the fur, Hayangyi let out a rumbling purr.
“Teacher! Hayangyi is making little sounds!”
“Yes. She’s happy, you see? This is how you truly become friends with someone.”
He didn’t force anything, simply helping the children understand naturally.
The young Divine Beasts, having emerged from their Subspace after so long, found themselves quite content in the company of these small humans who gave them proper attention.
Both the Divine Beasts and the children radiated boundless energy, and the children were overflowing with joy—though the adults’ expressions were considerably less cheerful.
‘Right, right. So when exactly are we supposed to get to the Holy Training?’
Simon summoned Holy Power to his palm.
An application of the basic White Magic attack spell, Holy Bolt—he stripped away the offensive force and simply concentrated the Holy Power into a single shape.
He placed this white, snowball-like sphere on a plate.
-Meow! Meow!
“Teacher! Hayangyi and Kkamangi keep crying!”
“They’re hungry.”
Simon smiled faintly and continued.
“Divine Beasts feed on pure Holy Power. Who wants to give these kittens their meal?”
The children hesitated as they gazed at the Holy Power.
Hayangyi and Kkamangi leaped from the children’s arms and padded to the table where the Holy Power sat, mewling plaintively.
-Come on, give it to us!
They looked at Simon and the children with desperate eyes, their tiny paws waving eagerly back and forth.
The children’s hearts wavered at the sight of their pitiful appeal.
“I… I want to give it to them.”
Just then, Sophie—the shy, quiet girl—stepped forward.
Simon smiled broadly and handed her the plate of Holy Power.
“Ah…”
Her gaze fixed on the Holy Power.
When it entered the body it stung and ached, but holding it in her hands like this, it was warm and comforting, like a gentle snow.
-Mew!
Realizing they were about to be fed, both kittens sat down in front of Sophie and waited obediently.
Sophie soon held out the Holy Power to Hayangyi first.
Gulp!
Hayangyi swallowed the Holy Power in one bite.
“Whooooaa!”
Hayangyi’s body lifted into the air and became enveloped in a nimbus of light.
Her form wavered as though she were about to transform.
‘The Shapeshifting is definitely taking longer these days.’
Could it be that the Divine Beast’s awakening was drawing near? Or perhaps the environment here in the Sacred Federation was simply more conducive to growth.
Simon, her master, felt his heart soar with delight.
But eventually the transformation dissolved, and Hayangyi popped back into the form of a tiny kitten, dropping to the ground and bouncing joyfully.
-More! Give me more!
Kkamangi also rubbed against Sophie’s legs, mewling insistently.
-Mine too! Mine!
The children, who had just witnessed Hayangyi’s Shapeshifting display, came rushing over as though they had forgotten any hesitation.
“Teacher! I want to give it to them too!”
“Me too!”
The children clamored and waved their arms eagerly. Simon chuckled and put into practice what he’d learned from Rette.
“And what did I tell you to do when you want something?”
The children who had been fussing all cried out in unison.
“Teacher! Please!”
Through play with the Divine Beasts, the children began slowly to overcome their trauma regarding Holy Power.
Of course, the one dying in the process was Simon, who had to keep manifesting Holy Power.
Rette, who had been watching with her arms crossed, let out a quiet laugh.
‘…Not half bad.’
The village adults seemed quite satisfied as well, clapping and cheering.
It was a problem no outside teacher had ever solved before. Rette opened her mouth to speak.
“Petria.”
“Yes? Rette.”
“Tell those people that if they forcibly inject Holy Power into the children’s bodies even one more time, we’ll abandon the Holy Training altogether. From now on, let all Holy Training be entrusted to us.”
“Yes! I’ll tell them right away!”
The two women watched with smiling faces as the children played with the Divine Beasts, while Simon stood beside them, beads of sweat rolling down his brow as he continued to summon Holy Power.

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