Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 599

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 599
Wherever she goes, she draws every eye.
A young Saint, freshly Summoned by the Sacred Federation.
Still a student, she wears the Efnel School Uniform rather than Holy Vestments, and as she walks, brushing back her wave-like white hair, starlight glimmers and shimmers across her path as if blessing each step she takes.
A beauty so profound it seems to radiate sanctity itself.
Her complexion is unblemished as jade, her bearing overflowing with dignity and grace. Her bright, gentle voice carries concern and respect for the Federation’s people.
The residents could only bow their heads in reverence that welled up from the depths of their hearts.
“Your Holiness.”
The Paladins attending her bowed respectfully and spoke, and the Saint answered with a benevolent smile.
What could they possibly be discussing?
Surely the will of the Goddess, the lives of the Federation’s people—
The residents prostrate on the ground could only venerate and admire them, hoping that infinite blessings from the Goddess would accompany their path.
But.
Reality was slightly different.
“Your Holiness! This afternoon you’re scheduled to complete the assignment Professor Rahel gave you!”
“Please allow us to escort you to the next location!”
At the Paladins’ urging, Rette turned slowly around.
“Hm-?”
Then she tilted her head and smiled.
It was a benevolent smile that seemed to radiate divine light, yet somehow these burly Paladins were cowering like frightened rabbits.
“Oh, about the afternoon schedule—”
“As I understand it, today’s schedule is clear, isn’t it?”
Her voice was textbook-perfect and gentle, yet somehow the Paladins couldn’t stop trembling. In fact, their faces were growing paler by the moment.
“Professor Rahel has added an etiquette lesson to this week’s schedule.”
“Etiquette lesson?”
She exhaled a short sigh—ha—and her lips twisted.
“Who the hell adds stuff on their own say-so?”
All pretense fell away, and her voice turned sharp as ice.
Everyone’s eyes went wide in silence, and finally the senior Paladin managed to move his trembling lips.
“W-w-well, Efnel requested—”
“Just because someone requests something doesn’t mean you say yes, you morons!”
Her torso spun like lightning, her leg cleaved through the air, and a picture-perfect kick landed square on the Paladin’s helmet.
The Paladin shot skyward, spinning about six times, then crashed to the ground with a grunt. The junior Paladins quickly looked down.
‘Here we go again.’
‘The Saint of Stars’ three-stage emotional shift.’
In her first year, Rette had been somewhat hot-tempered, but she was still a typical Priest with genuine Holiness.
But starting from summer break of first year, rumors swirled about her transformation into a ruthless despot and rebel. Everyone wondered what on earth had happened to her during the break.
Then came the Saint Baptism and the beginning of Saint training, when she seemed to have lost some of her spirit and obediently followed whatever the elders told her to do.
And now, second year.
Rette had become complete—flawlessly shifting between the image people expected of a Saint and her true, spirited self.
Only the Paladins, who waited on her all day long reading her moods, were withering away under her capriciousness.
“Ugh, seriously.”
Once Rette confirmed there were no residents nearby, she slouched delinquently against a nearby rock.
“Hey, get up.”
“…….”
The sprawled Paladin didn’t move. Rette flicked her index finger up and down again.
“Get up.”
Her voice rang out cold and cutting, and the prostrate Paladin suddenly scrambled up with a bang, standing at attention before her.
“Damn it. I can’t even—”
How could such crude words come from that beautiful face?
The Paladins had been shocked at first, but by now they were used to it—they snapped their heads down in formation.
“What’s wrong now?”
“W-we apologize!”
“I’m doing great at this Saint thing, aren’t I?”
“Yes! You are truly a model for all Priests!”
That was obviously a lie.
If someone like her were a model, the Sacred Federation would have collapsed long ago.
“Did I ask for just one or two days off? I said no because today is genuinely important.”
“B-but! Professor Rahel says this bishop assault incident—”
“He deserved it! That perverted Saint-obsessed freak!”
The Paladins stared with pale faces. No matter that he stood above humanity as a demigod, to speak of a bishop with such contempt!
“Anyway. I think I’ll rest today.”
“Wait, please! Saint!”
She rose from the stone and walked toward the Female Dormitory, clasping her hands together with a radiant smile.
“Since it’s come to this, I’ll leave the cleanup to you~”
With a flutter of her eyes and a wink, a star suddenly burst upward with a bright pop.
“Saint! Saint!”
Rette disappeared into the Efnel Female Dormitory, a forbidden zone for men. The senior Paladin sprawled on the ground stretched out his arm, calling her name aloud, but Rette did not return.
The female students of Efnel taking their tea on the terrace laughed at the amusing spectacle.
“Those knights fell for it again today.”
“It’s pitiful watching them toil away for such meager wages.”
“My brother is aspiring to be a Paladin—I’ll have to talk him out of it somehow.”
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Back in the dormitory, Rette crossed the corridor in quick strides. Her face shone with an unmistakable, barely contained smile.
By the time she reached her dormitory room, her pace had quickened to something almost like a skip.
Click!
“I’m back! Lirinetya!”
A freckled girl who had been lounging on the dormitory bed lifted her head with a whoosh.
Her roommate and closest friend, Lirinetya, clapped her hands together and chanted playfully.
“Gratula mi Kivilys. Blessed to behold the goddess’s nearest daughter……”
“Stop! I told you not to do that!”
Rette spoke with exasperation and shut the door with a loud bang.
In truth, the Saint had no need to stay in the female dormitory—she could have lived comfortably in an exceptionally luxurious mansion on the Sky Island, attended by servants.
Yet for reasons unknown, Rette refused the mansion and insisted on the dormitory.
People praised her choice as the admirable virtue of a young Saint, but the real reason was different.
“More importantly! A letter! Has a letter come?”
“Ah, yes indeed! That letter brought by the old woman?”
She did wish not to part from her roommate Lirinetya, but her true purpose lay with the letter.
If she had moved to the mansion, she could not receive letters that came from the Dark Alliance where Anna was.
Lirinetya, her collaborator, also kept silent about the letter. She knew only that there was someone precious to Rette beyond the border.
“Here!”
As Lirinetya held out the letter, Rette’s cheeks flushed with rapture and her eyes gleamed brightly.
Whoosh!
But when Lirinetya promptly hid the letter in her bosom, Rette’s expression turned frigid as a mountain wind in deep winter.
‘How fun!’
Seized by mischief, Lirinetya repeated the game of offering and hiding the letter, and with each motion Rette’s expression swung between heaven and hell.
‘Good heavens, a Saint this adorable—is it even allowed……’
Smack!
“Don’t you dare toy with me!”
Punished by Rette’s kick, Lirinetya tumbled across the floor. Rette clutched the letter to her chest and rushed away in a flurry.
The reverence with which she approached Anna’s letter was absolute.
She began with ritual purification, then emerged in a fresh state and donned her sacred Saint’s vestments. Kneeling gracefully upon the carpet, she placed the letter on the ground as though it were the most precious treasure in the world.
“Goddess. I thank you today for allowing my teacher’s letter to arrive safely.”
With hands clasped, she offered a solemn prayer.
The moment in the year when Rette’s faith and holiness reached their zenith.
All mana in the atmosphere transformed into holiness, becoming a curtain of pure white light. Stars rose in broad daylight and beams of radiance descended from heaven as though the divine were offering revelation. The Saint’s faith was altering the very laws of nature.
“Oh!”
“The Saint receives a revelation!”
The Paladins waiting endlessly outside the Female Dormitory prostrated themselves at the sight of this magnificent phenomenon.
This was proof divine—a spectacle that stirred the hearts of all who witnessed it with overflowing faith.
“Saint Rette. Are they putting on a show again?”
Lirinetya, watching from the window, giggled.
“Leave them be.”
Rette answered flatly and concluded her prayer.
She lowered her hands to rest upon her knees, then paused for a moment, composing herself with a tense expression as she took a breath.
‘Let me open it.’
A letter from Anna, the teacher she respected most in all the world.
The pillar and driving force of her Saint training and her life at Efnel.
With trembling fingers, she broke the seal and opened the envelope. With a soft rustle, a single sheet of white paper emerged.
<To Rette>
This elegant, refined handwriting.
It was definitely Anna’s letter.
‘…….’
She carefully set the letterhead down on the floor and rummaged through the envelope.
Nothing came out.
Whoosh—
Unwilling to give up, she flipped the envelope over and shook it vigorously.
But no matter how hard she shook it, not a speck of dust emerged.
‘……What is this.’
Her expression darkened.
‘Again with no letter from that fool…….’
“Your Holiness!”
Whoa!
Startled by Lirinetya’s sudden call, Rette froze with a gasp.
“Wh-what! You scared me!”
“? Why are you so frightened?”
Lirinetya rolled her wheeled chair closer with a few smooth glides.
“You had the letterhead spread out and were shaking the envelope like crazy. I thought something was broken.”
“……Never mind.”
“Why is your face red?”
Rette snapped loudly.
“It is not!”
Lirinetya blinked, wondering what was wrong with her, then made a small humming sound and pursed her lips knowingly.
“Ah, so you were looking to see if there were two letters?”
“…….”
“One must be from the person who always sends them, and the other from… who?”
“Ran!”
Crash!
With the sound of shattering glass, a white dragon suddenly burst through the window, seized Lirinetya, and pressed her against the ceiling.
“Aahhh! Why, why are you doing this!”
“Ah, be quiet! I told you not to bother me while I’m reading my letters!”
Rette snapped, gesturing sharply.
Ran’s tail flicked, tickling Lirinetya’s ribs, and she writhed with helpless, gasping laughter.
“Kkhh! Haha! P-please forgive me…… Hihihi!”
Dismissing her with ease, Rette knelt reverently on the floor again and picked up Anna’s letterhead.
‘How can he not send a single letter after we’ve been apart for so long?’
For a moment, her eyes burned with fierce anger.
‘Ah, I don’t care anymore! If we meet on the battlefield, I’ll tear him to shreds—Anna’s son or not, it doesn’t matter.’
She read through Anna’s letter with a growl, and as she savored the elegant calligraphy, some solace settled into her heart.
The happy moment passed in an instant, and she was already at the final sentence.
By the way, Simon is looking for a way to send you a letter.
‘!’
Rette’s eyes widened.
Kizen uses an outside postal service, so the security is too weak for important matters. So he’s trying to find a direct route to send letters from Kizen to Sky Island.
‘……This fool.’
A smile played at the corners of her mouth, false as a lie.
‘Why didn’t you just tell me sooner!’
She had sent letters to Rocksum before through Metin, an acquaintance of hers who was an inquisitor.
It wasn’t that she was taking the initiative to write first—she was only sending it to show him the way.
Reassuring herself of this again and again, she sat straight at her desk and pulled out her quill pen.
“Urgh! Kkhahahah! Your Holiness! Help me……!”
“Ah, quiet!”

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Simon’s preparations for the Midterm Examination continued.
Attending classes in other subjects, he slipped into the Mutation Basement whenever he had a spare moment to study the applications of Manus.
He had promised Aaron to show him the finest Durahan among his peers.
There was no way an ordinary Durahan could defeat the Guardian Durahan that other students would create. He knew in particular that both Aseraz and Hector had obtained Guardian corpses.
Between the two of them, they would not only complete a Guardian Durahan but add something more extraordinary on top. The only way to surpass them was with the power of Manus, who had once been an Ancient Undead.
‘This is difficult.’
Simon tore at his hair, pressing forward with his research.
And this coming weekend, another Durahan masterclass was scheduled. Aaron had issued orders that he attend without fail.
And then, during that day’s lesson.
“Following the midterm examination, the Department will announce the most critical Practical Assessment.”
The contents of that troublesome assessment—one suspected to involve Durahan—were finally revealed.

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