Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 420

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 420
“Now then, hands on your belly! Greet them!”
“Goodbye, Teacher!”
The first observation class had been tremendously successful.
“My worries were unfounded!”
“These teachers are different somehow.”
The adults of Escail Village and members of the Mijenashi Family seemed satisfied as well.
Watching their reactions, Simon let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Once the children and adults had all departed.
“Congratulations! Lea and Shon have earned everyone’s approval!”
Petria said there would be no more observation classes, and no further interference with the lessons at all.
“However, the village elder, Nenia, has asked that we continue the Holy Training. I should be present to verify that particular session.”
“Yes, understood.”
“Then, do get some proper rest now!”
Petria bowed curtly and closed the door behind her as she left.
Rette flicked her fingers, activating the Soundproofing Magic Circle drawn across the walls and ceiling, then dashed toward the sofa.
“I’m exhausted.”
She flopped down carelessly and released a long breath. Simon continued tidying the toys the children had scattered about as he spoke.
“You did well. Rette.”
“You’ve worked hard too. We’ve cleared quite the hurdle.”
Now they could confidently use Escail Village as their base camp. They would gather information in the village, and in the dead of night when everyone slept, venture beyond the Barrier to comb through this entire mountain range methodically.
“We’ll rest this evening and get some sleep. We depart at first light.”
Rette spoke thus, her gaze fixed on Simon.
“Escail here looks peaceful enough, but Kula, the village below, has surely run out of food by now and is descending into chaos. We need to resolve this mission as quickly as possible.”
“You’re right.”
Many lives hung in the balance.
On top of that, Israphil said this crisis had the potential to spread beyond the Sacred Federation, even to the Dark Alliance—across the entire continent.
Simon clenched his fists, drawing his resolve tighter.
‘We can do this!’

* * *
In the early hours before dawn.
Simon and Rette slipped past the village sentries and emerged beyond the Barrier.
Whiiiiiiing!
The bitter cold showed no sign of relenting, its ferocity undiminished, and the blizzard poured down relentlessly, creating a world of death where not even an inch ahead could be seen.
—Grrrrowwwl!
—Keckeckeck!
And on top of that, attacks from the monsters dwelling on the Snowy Mountain.
A four-legged creature with a bent spine and frost-covered body lurched forward to assault them.

The Holy Spear Simon conjured struck repeatedly at the creature’s vulnerable spine, shattering it. The monster was utterly destroyed, and Simon advanced toward it.
“Rette.”
“What is it?”
A single casual gesture of her hand, and several monsters turned snow-white before being torn to shreds.
“These are Undead.”
“No wonder Holiness worked so well on them. So there are Undead monsters here too.”
Unknown monsters without any assigned danger rank roamed the Snowy Mountain. Rette lifted her gaze.
“This mountain really is suspicious.”
Through the blizzard, the mountain peak came faintly into view.
“We’ve walked so hard, yet seeing the summit makes it feel like we haven’t traveled far at all.”
“Right. It feels like we keep circling the same place. When we’re focused on the monsters’ attacks, we lose our bearing almost instantly.”
“We’ll need a strategy to avoid getting lost.”
Breathing white mist, Rette began to think.
The snowflakes swirled as her white hair danced, creating a strangely ethereal atmosphere.
“It can’t be helped.”
After deliberation, she squeezed her eyes shut.
“I’ll prepare something big.”
“Something big? You don’t mean you’re going to use a Saint’s Authority here?”
Rette shook her head, fingers working the Chalk Necklace at her throat.
“As the Star Saint, my Authority is concentrated entirely on ‘destruction.’ I’ll prepare a large White Magic spell—buy us time. Five minutes, or rather, ten should suffice.”
“Leave it to me.”
Whoosh.
Rette slowly knelt in the pristine snowfield. Then she brought her two hands together as if in prayer, closing her eyes with reverence.
“Mother of all things.”
Shhh-
Shhhhhhhhh-
Simon stumbled backward in surprise. Centered on her kneeling form, holiness rose like a tide, and a magic circle began to take shape.
“Hear the prayer of your sinful daughter.”
The air transformed.
Through the relentless blizzard and bitter cold, a hole opened in the murky sky, and brilliant radiance poured down through the breach.
Rette, her hands clasped in prayer within that luminescence, pouring her whole heart into her words—
—was impossibly beautiful.
-Keeee!
-Gaaaah!
Monsters and undead, responding to Rette’s holiness, surged forward.
Simon fired a Holy Sphere he’d already loaded.
ⴆⴈⴇⴘⴋⴝ.
Rette’s incantation continued unbroken. The holiness around them grew rich and abundant.
“Simon.”
He heard Rette’s voice then. Simon turned from suppressing the monsters to look back at her.
“Open your eyes wide and watch carefully.”
Whoooooooooosh!
In an instant.
All the bitter cold and blizzard cleared away completely.
Night became day.
‘Wow…!’
The surroundings became perfectly clear.
Simon’s wonder at Rette’s magic—magic that could even alter the climate itself—lasted only a moment before his eyes went wide.
He couldn’t waste this precious moment she’d carved out for him.
‘Right.’
Behind them lay Escail Village, ringed by a barrier.
Though he’d stumbled through the bitter cold for hours, this spot was only about thirty minutes from the village. They hadn’t gotten very far after all.
And he could see all the way to the mountain’s peak.
Just below the summit was a cave—one from which dark, malevolent energy was pouring forth.
Closer than he’d expected.
“Rette! There!”
Simon pointed at the cave and shouted. Rette, who’d been concentrating on maintaining the White Magic, snapped her eyes open and raised both arms.

A flash of white light shot forward.
At the same moment, the bright daylight surrounding them was swallowed by darkness in an instant, and the bitter cold and blizzard rushed back in.
Whiiiiiiing!
That beautiful scene he’d just witnessed vanished like a fleeting dream.
Cold, chill, and a blizzard so thick he couldn’t see a hand in front of his face reclaimed the world.
“…Haa… haa…”
Rette made a strange sound as she stood. Simon rushed to her side at once.
“Rette! You worked so hard—”
Thump.
Rette collapsed backward into Simon’s arms.
“Re, Rette?”
“…I… I overdid it…”
Her eyelids were fluttering, barely holding open. Simon spoke gently.
“Let’s call it a day and head back to the village.”
Rette simply nodded meekly.
Thinking she looked uncharacteristically cute, Simon wrapped an arm around her shoulders, then lifted her easily with a flex of his arm.
“Just rest a bit. We’ll be at the village soon—”
Thwack!
Out of nowhere, Rette’s fist flew at his face. Simon made an odd sound as he tumbled backward into the snowfield.
“What, what are you doing!”
Simon shouted, clutching his cheek.
“…Don’t… don’t carry me like that… I’m embarrassed.”
The real problem is how he’s holding her.
Simon stood bewildered as Rette, her eyes half-closed with drowsiness, lifted both arms toward him in a smooth motion.
‘……!’
As if asking to be carried.
Simon’s ears flushed slightly.
‘……She doesn’t mean I should carry her face-to-face, surely.’
He approached and turned around to show her his back. Immediately, he felt her body lean against him with a soft thump.
Simon hoisted her onto his back and stood up from his seat.
“Rette?”
She was already asleep, her eyes closed. Hearing her breathing fall into a steady rhythm, Simon set off at once toward the village.

* * *
The early morning had been grueling.
He’d climbed the mountain range where bitter cold reigned, carried Rette back to Escail Village, and once home, transferred her to the adjacent room before collapsing onto his bed and falling asleep immediately.
He dreamed.
This time too, Rette had exhausted herself unleashing powerful White Magic, and now she stood before him with a slack expression, both arms open wide.
Feeling a touch embarrassed, Simon hesitated before approaching, turning to show his back and assuming the piggyback position just as he had in reality.
Thwack!
But Rette’s fist struck his face.
“Oof!”
Simon jolted awake with a strangled sound, his vision obscured by something soft.
‘A pillow?’
She’d hit him with a pillow.
The pillow lifted away, and Rette spoke, her expression settling into its usual blend of cool indifference and drowsiness.
“How many times do I have to tell you to get up, you stubborn fool!”
“R-Rette?”
“Get up quickly. I’ve already made breakfast.”
Rette bounced off the bed and left the room without looking back.
Simon rose groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Now that he was awake, an appetizing aroma reached him.
‘I’m starving.’
Shuffling to the dining table like a zombie, he found a meat broth simmering gently in a pot.
Simon sat down unsteadily.
‘Hmm.’
Rette, being a Saint, clasped her hands in prayer before the meal. Once her prayer concluded, Simon thoughtlessly lifted a spoonful of broth to his lips.
“How is it?”
Rette asked.
“Good.”
Simon blinked.
“It’s surprisingly good—just plain good.”
“……You have a real talent for making even simple praise sound insulting. Truly remarkable.”
Simon took another few spoonfuls. The more he ate, the more nostalgic and familiar the taste became.
“Don’t tell me…….”
“It’s naturally Anna’s recipe.”
Rette pointed at him with her spoon with a sharp gesture.
“Remember this. You may criticize my cooking, but I will not tolerate insults to Anna’s recipe.”
“Why would I insult it?”
Savoring the taste of home, Simon cleaned his bowl completely.
The meat broth vanished in an instant.
“Once you’re finished, come outside.”
“What?”
“We have lessons.”
Hearing the word “lessons,” Simon naturally assumed she meant preparing a class for the children and stepped outside.
But as it turned out——
“As promised last time, I’m going to properly teach you about La Escrime.”
The student was Simon. She nodded, arms crossed.
“Try casting it.”
“Ah, right.”
Simon nodded and prepared La Escrime.
Using the Holy Sphere as its foundation, he wraps its perimeter in bands of Holiness, amplifying both power and piercing force.
Each band is inscribed with an Output formula, rotating the bands at maximum output to spin the Holy Sphere like a drill.
“That’s enough. Release it now.”
Simon deactivated La Escrime.
“I’m impressed by your ability to grasp something from just a few glimpses and replicate it, but as I suspected, there’s no substance to it. It’s nothing more than a cheap counterfeit.”
She wagged her index finger as she unleashed a torrent of explanation.
“First, the framework of La Escrime shouldn’t be based on Holy Sphere—you need to construct a unique spear shaft designed exclusively for La Escrime. And the band of Holiness that covers the spear’s surface isn’t simply made of Holiness; it must be woven with Blessings.”
“Wait—that wasn’t a band? It was a Blessing?”
“Yes.”
She created the band of Holiness that enveloped the spear herself.
“Each one is a Blessing of Reinforcement, Rotation, and Surge. The key is interlocking these three Blessings to create a synergy within La Escrime.”
Rette transmitted to Simon not only the Blessings used in La Escrime, but also the Rune Language and formulas.
“A-are you sure about giving away all of this?”
Even as he asked, Simon’s face was flushed with excitement, his hand scribbling furiously to capture every word she said.
Rette let out a short laugh and placed her hand on her hip.
“It’s embarrassing to have my original technique used as a knockoff. Besides, I’m capable of wielding far more powerful magic now.”
“Either way, thank you!”
With the La Escrime lesson concluded, Rette moved on to the main topic.
“Show me those kitten Divine Beasts and the bear Divine Beast.”
“Huh?”
“You’re handling your Divine Beasts terribly. I’ll teach you properly this time.”

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