Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 629

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 629
The cave interior fell into a frenzy of activity.
“The Priestess will arrive any moment now!”
“Get ready!”
Operatives rushed about in controlled chaos.
Upon hearing the news of her arrival, Simon stared at the Teleport Magic Circle with a somewhat vacant expression.
‘Is she really… coming to Rocksum?’
“Snap out of it, Simon.”
Kassan approached and placed a hand on Simon’s shoulder.
“Priests cannot be trusted one hundred percent. We don’t know what might happen, so keep your wits about you.”
“Ah, yes.”
In truth, Kassan’s words barely registered.
What would he even say to her?
What expression should he wear?
The situation had come so suddenly that his mind had gone completely blank.
“The Teleport Magic Circle on the other side has activated!”
“Authorization for transfer!”
Aleister, the raven operative, nodded.
“Authorized.”
The Teleport Magic Circle, built entirely of mana, surged to life, casting forth an azure radiance. Simon forced down his mounting tension and kept his gaze fixed ahead.
Whoooooosh!
The brilliant light flooded the cave.
After the dazzling radiance faded like a rising sun, Simon lowered the arm shielding his face and stared forward.
‘Ah.’
And then.
He doubted his own eyes at the sight unfolding before him.
Tens of thousands of strands of light scattered brilliantly, and starlight reminiscent of fireflies embroidered the world like a night sky.
And within that radiance, a beautiful girl suspended slightly in the air, eyes closed, both hands clasped together in prayer.
Her hair was a dark ash gray rather than pure white, and enchanting starlight wrapped around her as if to protect her—a vision of mystery at its zenith.
The two legs hanging in the air slowly touched the ground, and the arms held together in prayer gradually lowered.
When she opened her eyes at last, golden irises as radiant as sunlight gleamed into being.
“…….”
Everyone in the hall was overwhelmed.
No one could move, no voice escaped their lips. Only the sound of gulps echoed intermittently through the air.
And.
‘She really… came.’
Simon thought the situation was too unreal to be true.
Long ago, they had joked together—what if you went to Kizen, what if I went to Efnel? But that moment had actually come to pass.
Without thinking, Simon extended his hand and spoke.
“Ret…….”
Whirrrrr!
A gust of wind swept across the space.
The girl standing in the Teleport Magic Circle appeared before Simon in an instant. Her ash-gray hair, swept up proudly, descended slowly to rest on her shoulders a moment later.
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Her lips parted, and a quiet yet glacial voice emerged.
“I am the Guardian of the Sacred Sanctuary of Grace.”
Each word.
“The closest of the Seven Daughters of the Great Goddess.”
Each phrase.
“The Priestess of Stars.”
And as she spoke those final words with unmistakable finality, she extended her hand with an expressionless face.
“My name is Rette Shar-denara.”
An expression frozen in coldness.
And eyes that betrayed not the slightest interest in anyone else.
Only after witnessing those frigid eyes did Simon regain his composure. He realized he had nearly spoken to her as though they were already acquainted.
This was supposed to be their first meeting.
They were meant to encounter each other here for the very first time.
“A pleasure to meet you as well.”
Simon extended his own hand.
“I am Simon Polentia, Student Council President of Kizen.”
Whoosh!
But just before her hand made contact, Rette wrinkled her brow in disgust and withdrew it.
“Ugh. Let’s keep this proper, shall we? Proper. And let’s make sure we don’t actually touch.”
“…Ah, yes.”
She turned her head coldly toward the Necromancer operatives.
“And I’d prefer to speak with someone in actual authority, not some student council flunky or whatever.”
Simon was smiling, but a vein throbbed visibly at his temple.
‘And she’s still a student herself!’
The raven-haired operative Aleister approached.
“I’m the one in charge. Call me Aleister, Priestess.”
While Rette and Aleister exchanged words, additional Teleportation brought four Paladins who had accompanied her as an honor guard into the cavern.
“But first.”
Rette got straight to the point.
“Where is that person?”
“This way.”
Aleister led Rette forward. After a short walk, they found the Priestess of Harvest sitting in a chair, one-third of her face blown away, her gums and teeth fully exposed.
“Good heavens—how pathetic.”
Rette clicked her tongue in disapproval.
“And here I thought you were supposed to be senior. Have the decency to feel ashamed. When I return, why don’t you hand over the Essence of Priestess to another Priest?”
Speaking as though the Priestess could hear her, Rette strode forward and gripped the head resting on the Priestess’s lap with both hands.
Several Necromancer operatives reacted sharply.
“What—!”
“Leave her be.”
Aleister raised an arm to hold them back. Rette lifted the Priestess’s head and positioned it to align with the split portion of her skull.
“You all from Kizen—have you tried any countermeasures?”
“Of course we’ve done what we could on our end, but given that she was hit by an Anomaly that manipulates reality itself…”
“And that’s precisely the problem with you lot.”
Rette then brought both her hands before the Priestess’s head and closed her eyes.
A tremendous burst of brilliant light erupted!
A massive wave of Divine Power exploded outward into the narrow cavern. The Necromancers watching from the sides gasped and scrambled backward.
“This is insane!”
“Fall back!”
The entire cavern turned blindingly white. Even Simon, who had been standing dumbly in place, was grabbed by the scruff of his neck by one operative and dragged to safety.
The radiance faded with a low rumble.
With her hands still clasped together, Rette tilted her head quizzically.
“Hmm, it really won’t work.”
“Is that woman insane!”
“What is this madness!”
The Necromancer operatives who had nearly been caught in the Divine Power reacted with extreme sensitivity, raising Curse Magic Circles.
Steel sang as blades were drawn!
The Paladins also drew their swords, positioning themselves in front of Rette. Holy runes etched in Divine Power glowed on their blades as Sacred Magic unfolded.
One wrong move would ignite a bloodbath.
But she simply lowered her arm with perfect composure and offered a cold, contemptuous smile.
“How amusing. Cowards, the lot of you.”
At her unfiltered words, the Necromancers’ faces twisted into grotesque expressions.
“To begin with, I thought the very order to cooperate with Necromancers was nonsensical. My orders are to ‘retrieve the Priestess of Harvest’ and ‘eliminate Ever Kire.'”
Rette loosened the seal on the Chalk Necklace at her neck a bit further and summoned the Priestess’s power. Starlight bloomed around her.
“It would be faster to simply kill everyone here and find him myself.”
Standing alone in the very heart of enemy territory, she radiated an overwhelming, terrifying presence.
Even Simon, who knew her, felt his throat clench.
It was like glimpsing a side of Rette he had never seen before.
“Enough of that.”
As the tension escalated, Aleister finally stepped forward.
“We shouldn’t be fighting among ourselves. We’ve gathered to prevent war. To achieve that goal, we must work together despite our reservations.”
Aleister turned to address his subordinates.
“Stand down.”
Only then did the Necromancer operatives hesitantly dispel their Magic Circles. The Paladins were about to sheathe their swords as well when—
“You all just keep your blades drawn, thank you very much. I wouldn’t trust those nauseating Necromancers even if I beat them to death.”
Rette delivered the sharp command to her subordinates and strode toward Aleister.
“I’ll decide how to proceed after I hear the plan.”

* * *
The heart of the plan was nightfall.
Once darkness fell, Rette could use Starfall, a Divine Power granted to Priestesses, to sense all the holiness across Rocksum.
But it was still too early for night to arrive, and in the meantime, they couldn’t rule out the possibility that Ever Kire might interfere.
Therefore.
“Here is your identification card.”
During the day, Rette would disguise herself as a noblewoman’s daughter and patrol the areas where crowds gathered.
Starfall was the most reliable method, but even with her basic Priestess abilities, she could sense nearby holiness.
The Necromancer agents would follow as the noblewoman’s bodyguards. During the Dark Festival period, numerous high-ranking nobles were expected to visit, so they wouldn’t stand out too conspicuously.
“Really now.”
Rette emerged from her quarters in a flowing dress, her expression thoroughly dissatisfied.
She pulled on white gloves, draped a gold-trimmed bag over her arm, and pressed a wide-brimmed hat firmly onto her head.
“All right, let’s go.”
Rette strode forward with visible irritation, and the Paladins bowed their heads in respect.
“Please take care of yourself, Priestess.”
“Yes, don’t worry.”
Of course, the Paladins, who could not conceal their holiness like she could, were unable to venture outside Rocksum with them.
“Get ready, Simon.”
Kassan approached dressed as a coachman, wearing a straw hat and leather vest. Simon spoke up quickly.
“What’s my role supposed to be?”
“You don’t need to prepare much. You can just follow along at a distance with the other Necromancer agents.”
A noblewoman in disguise—Rette—accompanied by four bodyguards and one coachman.
The remaining agents would keep their distance and follow behind.
Simon spoke urgently.
“Kassan! There’s one thing I’d like to ask!”
“?”

* * *
Clatter, clatter.
The patrol had begun. The wheels of the carriage carrying Rette rolled forward, kicking up clouds of dust.
“Ah, don’t come too close. The stench of corpses will rub off on me.”
Rette continued to voice her displeasure toward the Necromancers without reservation.
She sprawled inelegantly with her legs stretched out across the opposite seat, her elbows propped against the window frame as she grumbled—the very picture of a badly-behaved passenger.
And.
‘…Well, at least he came along.’
In the end, Simon had agreed to take on the role of coachman. He wore the leather vest and pulled the straw hat deep over his head, even affixing a false beard.
“Driver! Are you steering this carriage properly or not?”
Rette’s irritated voice rang out from within.
“The ride is terrible! It’s bouncing around like crazy!”
“I-I’m so sorry!”
Simon cried out as beads of sweat formed on his forehead, snapping the reins harder.
‘I’ll get back at you later!’
And so he drove Rette around, visiting places where crowds congregated.
The Beach, the Ruins, the market stalls, near the Campus, even the Arena.
Her ability to sense holiness was genuine. Aleister, wanting to test it, had sent one of Fahan’s teaching assistants nearby, and Rette picked up on it immediately—her sensitivity was that keen.
‘Hmph.’
Meanwhile, Simon felt increasingly uneasy.
At times he would get down from the carriage and walk around himself, so there were plenty of opportunities for him to contact Rette alone.
But no matter how much he tried to signal her with his eyes or hand gestures when the agents’ gaze wasn’t upon them, she showed no response whatsoever.
Or rather.
“Necromancers are so irritating.”
She merely looked down on him with contempt. By now, it was Simon’s heart that was wounded. Whether others were nearby or not, she treated him with consistent coldness.
“It’s hot. Fetch me something to drink.”
Rette even turned the tables and ordered Simon around. Playing the coachman’s role faithfully, Simon rushed off and returned with a beverage, but she took only a single sip before furrowing her brow sharply and lowering the cup from her hand.
“What is this taste?”
Crash!
The cup struck the carriage floor and shattered into pieces, the liquid spreading across the wooden boards.
She turned to Simon with an expressionless face and gestured with her chin.
“Aren’t you going to clean that up?”
Simon scrubbed the Dormitory floor vigorously with the mop he’d been given, all the while stealing glances at Rette from the corner of his eye.
‘Why on earth is she treating me like this?’
She sat with her legs crossed, not even looking his way, and tossed out her words like dismissals.
“Any complaints?”
“Not at all, ma’am!”
He couldn’t fathom why she seemed determined to torment him.
After all that grueling work scrubbing the carriage floor, he’d returned only to be
“The Student Council President said the Priestess requested a change in drivers,” Kassan had announced.
dismissed outright.
Kassan took over as driver, and Simon found himself relegated to watching her from a distance.

* * *
By the time they’d finished their scattered rounds, darkness was falling. They’d made little progress today, and the entire party returned to their base camp in the Cave.
Their only real hope now lay in tonight at midnight—Rette’s Starfall ability. While she used it, the Necromancer agents would maintain a protective perimeter around her.
“Good work today, Simon.”
Kassan said this as they parted.
“See you tomorrow, Student Council President. Once the Starfall results come in, I’ll let you know.”
Aleister offered his farewells as well.
“Thank you. See you tomorrow.”
Simon exchanged greetings with them both and turned toward the mouth of the Cave.
Rette sat alone on a rock nearby, still reading from the Sacred Scriptures, her face emanating that same cutting chill.
Their eyes met briefly as Simon passed by, but
…….
she gave no response whatsoever.
Her gaze was like looking at an inanimate object.
Feeling as though he’d become invisible, Simon trudged on with heavy steps.
He stopped by the Student Council Room to finish his work for the day, then made his way back to the Dormitory.
Whimper—whimper—
Toto was completely exhausted from evening drills and had collapsed into sleep. Simon flopped onto his own bed in his School Uniform.
……
An unease settled over him. He gazed up at the Dormitory ceiling.
‘Is that really Rette?’
At first, he’d assumed she was being cold with him only to avoid anyone discovering that they knew each other.
Yet even when they were alone, she not only ignored him—she acted as though she had no memory of him at all.
She looked at the Necromancers with open disgust.
And then she turned that very same gaze upon him.
Recalling the chill in her eyes, Simon shook his head as if trying to scatter the confusion from his mind.
‘……I should just sleep.’
Simon tossed and turned in bed before rolling onto his side.
What had he been hoping for, anyway?
He’d seen her face—that was enough. He was on a mission now, and all that mattered was that she play the Priestess and he play the Student Council President.
If they could capture Ever Kire, then it would be a success.
‘Yes. Ever Kire.’
That was what they needed to catch.
Simon’s eyes were just beginning to close when
Click.
Whoooosh—
the window of the Dormitory Room swung open, and a cool breeze drifted in. Simon’s eyes snapped open in alarm.
“Moping around like some poor soul, are we?”
At the sound of that sudden voice, Simon’s head turned.
Silhouetted against the spilled moonlight, a girl with ashen hair sat perched on the windowsill with her legs stretched out—a figure as if from a painting.
“Ret……”
Simon’s eyes went wide.
“Rette? How did you—?”
She smiled.
It was a gentle, warm smile—utterly unlike her frigid demeanor before, as soft as spring blossoms in full bloom.
“I thought you might be like this, so I came to see.”

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