Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 581

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 581
That night.
Simon, Lorain, Toto, and Eshu were descending the snowy field on wooden skis.
“Kyahahaha! This is so fun! Now this is what an overnight retreat should be! The thrill of breaking free is what makes it worthwhile!”
Eshu shouted with unbridled exhilaration. Above them, her Curse Dolls flew through the air, casting bright light across the surroundings.
Thanks to Eshu’s ability, they had no trouble seeing the terrain, but the swirling snow and steep slope made it perilous all the same.
“Ahhh! Ahhhhh!”
Toto’s legs trembled precariously as he skied.
“S-skiing at a time like this! I’m going to die!”
“Oh, quit whining. Just follow me closely from behind.”
Eshu called out encouragement. Simon watched her with a worried expression.
“That village really exists, right?”
“Of course it does! The Instructor told me about it directly. He said they went to that village this evening to buy dinner supplies! Just trust me!”
It was Eshu’s defining trait—ask her one question, get five answers in return.
And through all this, Lorain was displaying impressive skiing technique. Even as she looked after Toto, a beginner, she smoothly navigated around a tree that had appeared right in front of her.
With her black hair streaming behind her, gliding freely down the pristine snowy field—the sight was striking.
“You really are amazing, Lorain!”
Eshu’s tail wagged enthusiastically.
“Is this really your first time skiing?”
“Physical skills are usually easy to pick up quickly.”
Lorain replied matter-of-factly. Eshu nodded eagerly, then turned toward Simon with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“That mountain boy over there keeps sneaking glances—he really needs to put in more effort, doesn’t he?”
Simon smiled sheepishly.
In Resshil, they would use skis on snowy days, but since that region didn’t get much snow normally, he wasn’t particularly practiced.
“Lorain’s just too good at this.”
“I’ll let that slide.”
“Oof!”
Then disaster struck. Toto’s skis flew off his feet and he drove his head straight into the snow. His teammates immediately came to a halt.
“Toto! Are you alright?”
Simon called out urgently.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine!”
Toto lifted his face out of the snow with a soft pop. His face was flushed, and his expression was dazed.
“Hahaha! Toto, your face is hilarious!”
Eshu burst into pealing laughter. The Curse Dolls surrounding them echoed her mirth as if mimicking her.
Toto grunted and struggled to his feet. Lorain ignited a Dark Element at the tip of her skis to push herself up the slope, then took Toto’s hand and pulled him up.
“T-thanks! Er, I mean—thank you!”
Toto still felt intimidated by Lorain.
“Are you injured anywhere?”
“N-no!”
Simon approached and gestured toward Toto’s knee.
“Wait, looks like you hurt your knee.”
He must have hit a rock or tree hard when he fell.
Toto insisted he was fine, but he was limping slightly—his leg clearly wasn’t supporting his weight properly. He was in no condition to ski.
“I’ll take him.”
At Simon’s words, Lorain shook her head.
“No—you’re still unsteady, and it looks dangerous. I’ll take him.”
“How are you planning to do that?”

* * *
A moment later.
Whoooooosh—!
Three skis were gliding down the snowy field.
And Toto—
……
was nestled securely in Lorain’s arms. He had curled himself up completely, like a young koala, and his face had turned crimson with embarrassment and shame.
“J-just let me walk on my own!”
“There’s no need to decline.”
Lorain smiled gently. Unable to say a word against the daughter of Neftis herself, Toto squeezed his eyes shut.
“Hehehehe! Ufufufu!”
Eshu seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of laughter. She was doing her familiar reporter impression whenever she was in a particularly good mood.
“Luxury like this is unheard of! Being cradled in the arms of Neftis’s daughter, the next Kizen Chancellor! How does it feel to ride in first class, Death Knight boy?”
“Stop it!”
Everyone burst into small laughter. That’s when Eshu’s eyes went wide. “Oh!”
“Right as I speak! There it is!”
There really was a village.

* * *
“…….”
“…….”
The members of Group 10, upon arriving at the village, found themselves speechless in the silence.
It was a village, but an abandoned ruin where no one lived.
“Eshu.”
Simon narrowed his eyes and turned around. When their gazes met, she flinched with a sharp intake of breath.
“What? Don’t glare at me like that all of a sudden! You scared me!”
“I’d like a proper explanation of what’s going on too.”
Lorain also turned to Eshu with a smile on her face.
“If Toto just ends up hurt and we come back empty-handed, I think I might actually get angry.”
Her face was smiling, but Eshu found this version far more terrifying.
She broke into a sweat and cried out loudly.
“I’m sorry!”
She quickly bent at the waist in apology.
“B-but please listen to me! The Instructor really did say there was a village! The students went to find food—these aren’t people who’d play pranks about something like this!”
Simon stroked his chin.
“So we took a wrong turn?”
“Probably. President! You said it was an hour away, and it’s been about thirty minutes now? It’s too early to have arrived already!”
Simon let out a sigh and approached Toto, who was crouching down.
Her condition looked quite poor.
“Since we’re here anyway, let’s treat some of those wounds before we go.”
Simon pulled a bag from his subspace storage and withdrew bandages and a few potions from it.
“Can you stretch out your leg for me, Toto?”
“Y-yeah.”
When Simon rolled up Toto’s pant leg, her shin was swollen badly.
‘Which potion should I use?’
Simon was selecting a potion with healing properties from among those he’d made in Poison Magic class when a sweet fragrance drifted over from beside him.
He turned his head and startled.
“L-Lorain?”
She was suddenly so close he was caught off guard. Squatting down, she watched his treatment with bright eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“No, keep going.”
As Lorain stared intently at Simon applying potion to gauze, her expression grew serious.
‘That time, surely.’
She was thinking about the Healing Ability Simon had displayed during the Tarados Dispatch Evaluation.
Back then, the patient was Simon’s client. That client had been cursed by the Covenant, their organs destroyed beyond recovery—or so she’d thought.
But.
-Somehow, he managed it.
In a short time, after Simon did something, the patient’s breathing stabilized and their complexion improved beyond comparison to before.
He’d brought someone back from the brink of death. Surely it was a measure impossible with the potions taught in Poison Magic class.
‘How did he heal them?’
Lorain, harboring that question, had entered the tent where Simon treated his client, and—
She’d felt the air prickle with electricity.
It was faint, but she’d also felt her own Dark Element react in repulsion.
‘Could Simon possibly be…… No, that can’t be.’
Dark Element and Holiness are opposing forces. One couldn’t wield both at once, and if one tried to operate both forces simultaneously, the body would burst.
Above all, Simon was none other than a Legion Commander. He was the person least suited to Holiness.
Swish—
While Lorain remained lost in thought, Simon finished treating Toto’s wounds.
It was ordinary.
He’d simply applied a potion to heal the wound and another for pain relief, then wrapped it with a bandage.
“All done.”
“Thanks, Simon.”
Toto reached down and touched his leg.
“That’s amazing. It really does feel better!”
“Even so, it’s only temporary. We should show it to the Medical Teacher once we get back to Base Camp.”
Lorain was still staring intently at Simon. He felt self-conscious under her gaze and laughed awkwardly.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing.”
Lorain quickly turned her head away.
“So, what should we do now?”
Simon glanced around at his team members as he spoke.
“Should we head back as we are, or venture a bit further down?”
“Let’s rest a little first——”
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
Suddenly Eshu let out a piercing scream and threw herself into Lorain’s arms.
“What’s wrong, Eshu?”
“D-d-d-didn’t you hear that? Didn’t any of you?”
Her voice trembled with fear, tears already glistening in her eyes as she cried out.
“I heard a strange sound coming from that village!”
“Don’t joke around.”
Simon shook his head. Lorain added her own comment.
“You must have heard wrong. There’s nothing in these ruins.”
“Really! I really did hear it!”
Eshu shrieked.
“A woman’s voice!”
“……!”
All four of them fell silent at once, straining to listen to the sounds around them.
The wind rustled through the trees. In the distance, the faint call of an owl was all they could hear.
And then.
A sob, muffled and hollow.
A woman’s cry truly reached their ears.
Simon flinched, and Toto shrieked once before clinging to his arm.
Help me. Please, help me.
A paralyzing wave of dread washed over them.
Everyone stood frozen, their eyes the only thing moving in their faces.
“Mm.”
Lorain was the only one among them capable of moving. She rose to her feet, brushing her hair back as she spoke.
“I’ll go check.”
“W-where are you going! Let’s run away from here!”
Eshu cried out through tears.
“This place is really creepy! I don’t like it! There’s definitely a ghost here!”
Lorain shook her head.
“Ghosts don’t exist in this world. She clearly begged us for help. It could be a call for rescue—we can’t just ignore it.”
“Who asks for rescue from an abandoned house!”
“A survivor might have ducked inside to hide.”
Help me. Please, help me.
Eeek!
Now both Eshu and Toto clung to each other, trembling.
Lorain watched them for a moment, then turned toward the ruins.
“I’m going. You three wait here.”
“Wait.”
There was a rustling sound as someone got to his feet.
“I can’t let you go alone. I’m coming with you.”
It was Simon.

* * *
Simon and Lorain each held a lantern as they made their way into the ruins.
Creak—creak—
A shattered door swung and groaned on its hinges. Simon’s nerves on edge, he swallowed hard and pressed forward.
“Something’s off.”
Lorain swept her lantern across the surroundings, murmuring to herself.
“Off how?”
“We deal with undead for a living, after all. Ghosts are no different from undead. It’s a little strange for a Necromancer to be afraid of spirits in the first place…….”
She stopped mid-step and turned around.
The lantern in Simon’s hand was trembling like a thresher. Lorain narrowed her eyes.
“Are you scared of ghosts too, by any chance?”
He flinched.
Simon’s body went rigid as a wooden puppet.
“……Ha ha, that’s not possible.”
“Your legs are shaking.”
“That’s from skiing earlier. My legs are just sore.”
“Hmm—”
Lorain turned her head sharply and took the lead.
“So even a Legion Commander who leads tens of thousands of undead can be afraid of ghosts.”
“No, that’s not it!”
Simon’s face flushed as he cried out.
A playful smile finally crossed Lorain’s lips.
“I’m joking. Trying to ease the tension.”
“Tch.”
A mournful woman’s sob carried on the wind. Simon went rigid once more.
—Please, help me. Please, help me.
Lorain’s ears perked up.
“Over there. Let’s go.”
“Wait! Give me a moment to prepare myself……!”
“Hurry. They might be wounded.”
Lorain seized Simon’s sleeve and pulled him forward. Simon squeezed his eyes shut and followed her.
Tap-tap.
Tap.
They reached the source of the crying.
It was a crumbling abandoned house. The windows were shattered, and cobwebs hung everywhere.
‘Ugh.’
Simon felt a desolate chill brush the back of his neck. He would have done anything rather than enter this place.
Fighting the Blood Heavenly Cult or the Covenant would have been a hundred times better.
“Is anyone there?”
Lorain called out casually through the broken window.
Instead of an answer, an ominous sobbing echoed back.
“This is the place. Let’s go in.”
She grasped the door and shook it with a clatter. Something seemed to be blocking it, but she gathered the Dark Element in her arms and tore it open in one motion.
Crash—!
She hurled the shattered door aside and moved forward, illuminating the way with her lantern.
“Be careful, Lorain!”
Simon quickly followed after her.
—Oooooh.
The interior of the house was in chaos.
Torn curtains, smashed furniture, dried blood stains on the walls. It wasn’t just a ruin—it looked like the middle of a crime scene.
The two of them passed through the living room and entered a bedroom.
—Please, help me. Please, help me.
They had finally reached the source of the voice.
‘……!!’
Simon felt a chill rise up his neck and stopped in his tracks.
Beneath the moonlight filtering through the curtains, a small girl in tattered clothes knelt with her face buried, crying.
—Oooooh.
Goosebumps crawled across his skin.
Why was a young girl alone in such a place? No matter how he looked at it, something was terribly wrong.
“Leave this to me.”
Lorain stepped forward with assured strides.

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