Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 630

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School 630
Watching Rette sit by the window, her back to the scattered moonlight, Simon found himself seized by an odd thought.
How many times today had he doubted his own eyes?
“Wait, hold on a moment!”
Simon snapped awake and sat up in bed.
“What are you doing here? Where are the other Necromancer operatives?”
“Obviously, I slipped away on my own.”
She descended to the floor with a light, graceful step.
“Don’t worry. I left a note behind.”
“A note?”
“Necromancers cannot be trusted. During the Star Divination, I will not entrust my back to the wicked enemy who denies the goddess. Do not come looking for me.”
As she clenched her fist, starlight pinged and scattered upward.
“If you pursue me, I’m returning to the Federation. That’s what it says.”
‘Blackmail?’ Simon thought.
He laughed despite himself. How could a person be so utterly unreasonable?
Then again, thinking it over, it was rather ingenious. Right now, the Sacred Federation was technically supporting the Dark Alliance, and Rette’s cooperation was indispensable to the Kizen operatives.
A formal search might be mounted, but given her temperament all morning, they wouldn’t dare overreach.
‘Wait, then…’
Simon’s pupils wavered.
‘The way she treated me so coldly this morning…’
Rette tilted her head with a curious expression.
“Do I have something on my face?”
“Oh, no. It’s nothing.”
“Anyway~ so this is where you live.”
Rette wandered through the dormitory room with her hands clasped behind her back, eyes glinting with interest. Simon, suddenly embarrassed, stammered out a protest.
“Wait! Don’t just wander around!”
“What’s the harm?”
Mmmmh…
Just then, Toto, who had been sleeping in the bed, began rubbing his eyes.
“Simon, is something…?”
Pop!
Simon hastily brought his hand to Toto’s forehead.
Caught in a Sleep spell, Toto’s face settled into peaceful contentment as he drifted back under. Simon exhaled in relief and pulled the blanket over him.
“Be careful. If the proctor finds out a girl came in here, it’s execution.”
“You’d execute both the Student Council President and a girl for such a minor offense? Kizen really is severe.”
“…That was a figure of speech.”
In strict Efnel, if they caught you doing this, they’d beat both of you half to death—though he’d decided not to ask how you beat someone half to death.
“But how did you know I’d be here? The dormitory’s in such a remote location, it must have been hard to find.”
“I asked around.”
Rette shrugged as though it were obvious.
“You looked so clearly sulky that I hurried over.”
“I—I wasn’t—”
“It was written all over your face—how upset you were that I didn’t acknowledge you.”
Simon’s ears flushed crimson as he protested loudly.
“That never happened!”
Ahahaha!
She covered her mouth with her sleeve and laughed mischievously, her bright voice spilling through the room.
“Well, I’ll let it slide for now. I should be going.”
Rette gestured toward the window as she spoke.
“Going? Where?”
“That’s for you to decide.”
She crossed her arms as if the question were obvious.
“This is my first time in Rocksum. I came hoping you, as Student Council President, would guide me to a quiet place suited for Star Divination.”
It was hardly difficult. Simon walked toward the coat rack and smiled.
“But you said Necromancers can’t be trusted?”
Rette’s lips curved into a smile as well.
“There can be exceptions. One, at least.”
Swoosh!
Simon draped his robe over his shoulders with practiced elegance, fastening the buttons neatly as he prepared to leave.
……
Rette seemed flustered for some reason. The moment their eyes met, she looked up at Simon with what appeared to be a protest.
“What? Is something wrong?”
“……No, it’s just.”
She turned away, her cheeks faintly flushed, and spoke in a reluctant tone.
“I’m wearing black today.”
“?”
Simon tilted his head, utterly confused, and Rette flared up.
“I don’t want to be misunderstood, so flip that robe to white! Ugh, seriously.”
“……Oh.”
Now that she mentioned it.
They both wore robes of exactly the same design—the reversible robe in white and black that they’d bought together on their last trip to the Sacred Federation.
“So you’re wearing that one.”
“Just change to white! I’m going to wear black!”
“All right, all right.”
Simon chuckled and changed into the white robe as instructed.
“Ready to go?”
Simon extended his hand, one foot already on the windowsill.
Rette stared at his hand for a moment, then brushed it aside and leaped out the window herself, landing on the sill first.
‘Same as always.’
Simon laughed quietly and followed, jumping from the window after her.

* * *
Outside the dormitory, darkness had settled thick and heavy.
Simon led Rette straight to the Forbidden Forest behind the dormitory. Tall trees towered high above them, and beyond their canopy, the stars and a large moon hung in the night sky.
“This is Rocksum all right. The atmosphere is eerie.”
Rette’s eyes had gone wide as she looked around nervously.
“The route might be a bit rough.”
Simon retrieved the golem core from his Subspace and dropped it to the ground.
“Security’s been heavily reinforced during the Dark Festival period. You could run into wardens guarding the forest, plus minions and members of the Discipline Committee.”
“No problem. We’ll just smash them all and move on.”
Rette lifted her chin confidently, and Simon let out an amused laugh, swinging both arms.
Summon Golem
Soil and stone, responding to Simon’s Darkness, stuck and slapped together around the golem core, and the gathered materials were smoothly molded into a sleek, streamlined body.
The Golem Board, Simon’s primary mode of transportation, materialized in an instant.
“Let’s go?”
Simon climbed aboard and spoke. Rette looked back and forth between Simon and the Golem Board for a moment, then asked.
“What about that Divine Beast Carriage you were bragging about?”
“Obviously can’t use it here in Kizen.”
Rette clicked her tongue and climbed onto the Golem Board.
“Hold on tight.”
Whirrrrr!
The Darkness engaged, and the wheels began to spin. Her hands fumbled awkwardly at first, but she finally settled them on both of Simon’s shoulders.
Whoosh—!
The two of them shot forward violently.
“Whoa!”
The speed was faster than she’d expected, and Rette leaned in a bit closer to Simon.
“Is this actually safe?!”
The Golem Board was cutting through the densely wooded forest at tremendous speed. Simon replied in an unruffled voice.
“Never flipped once. ……Until now, anyway.”
“That sounds ominous!”
Simon’s ears perked up as he focused on the sounds around them.
“About time for them to show up.”
Peee-peee!
Peee-peee!
Sure enough, whistle calls echoed through various parts of the Forbidden Forest.
“Intruders! Stop!”
Having made a rather loud approach, they’d been spotted by the wardens immediately.
The wardens’ threats intensified—shouting warnings of danger, warning they’d shoot if Simon didn’t stop—but he only accelerated further.
Soon the sound of bowstrings being drawn taut reached them from a distance.
“Excuse me.”
Now it began. Simon pulled the hood over Rette’s head as she stood bewildered, then drew his own hood low.
Whoosh!
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Arrows flew from all directions. Apparently the Wardens could actually use them—Rette’s face had gone pale.
“W-what do I do! They’re really shooting!”
“They’re not aiming to hit us anyway.”
Simon steered the Golem Board and reached out to the side, plucking an arrow from where it had lodged in a tree with practiced ease.
“The Wardens can’t wound Kizen students. And look—see the blunt tip?”
Instead of a sharp arrowhead, the arrow’s point was rounded, and a magic circle was inscribed within it.
“A Weakening Curse. It’ll slow you down if it hits, but it won’t kill you, so don’t worry.”
“…How do you know all this stuff?”
“How many times do you think I’ve escaped the Dormitory?”
Simon had been slipping out since early first year, visiting Pier’s Ruins and Rochester as if they were his own home, and by the time he reached second year, he’d become a master of wall escapes.
Rette let out a laugh of disbelief.
“You’re the Student Council President? That’s ridiculous.”
“We’re about to take flight. Hold on tight.”
Clatter-clatter!
As the distant cliff came into view, the Golem Board’s speed suddenly doubled. And then—
Boom!
Suddenly both feet found nothing beneath them, and her body rose weightless into the air.
Rette’s eyes went wide as she looked down.
“Oh.”
They were flying through the sky.
Beneath the bright night sky stretched an endless expanse of forest, and beyond it the gleaming moon hung luminous, with the sea visible in the distance.
Her heart seized with cold wonder, yet somehow she couldn’t tear her eyes from the sight.
“Welcome to Rocksum, Rette.”
Along with the greeting, Simon moved his fingertips.
Bone Armor.
He fashioned temporary wings onto the Golem Board from skeleton bones. Between the skeletal frame, he wove Darkness into a membrane-like barrier.
Soon the Bone Armor’s pull slowed the board’s descent, and they glided down gently like a hang-glider.
“You all right?”
Simon glanced back. Rette answered with a slight smile.
The two soon touched down safely outside the Forbidden Forest and ran along the coastal area, moving with the cool sea breeze at their backs.
But the peace was short-lived.
“Stop right there!”
“What are those?”
The coastal area was being guarded by the Discipline Committee. Upon spotting the two, they began hurling curses.
“Hold on!”
Simon kept his hood pulled low and put power into his legs.
The Golem Board swerved left, rose halfway and shifted, slammed its brakes, or spun in place—weaving through the barrage of curses.
“What kind of movement is that!”
“That’s no ordinary student! Keep firing!”
Their side couldn’t manage Dark Element attacks and could only fling harmless curses.
Simon broke through the Discipline Committee’s encirclement and lifted his gaze.
‘Damn.’
A tense smile crossed his lips.
More than a dozen of Malcolm’s Doppelgängers blocked the path ahead. They’d formed a barricade, and every one of them stood waiting with a magic circle drawn on their palm.
‘So Malcolm’s Doppelgängers can cast magic now too.’
The copies guarded both the carriage road and the hill approach. Rette too peeked over Simon’s shoulder.
“It looks like they’re determined to block us no matter what!”
“Don’t worry.”
Screech!
Simon yanked the Golem Board’s direction sharply toward the sea and bolted. The Discipline Committee members guarding the front stared in bewilderment.
“What? Why’s he heading for the water?”
“Stop, you lunatic!”
The Discipline Committee members scrambled after him. Simon grinned and opened a Subspace, releasing something into the sea.
Screech-!
He pivoted sharply and accelerated up a nearby sand dune that jutted out.
“Rette! Follow my movements!”
Simon crouched low and gripped the side of the Golem Board.
“Ah, you’re making me do the craziest things, I swear!”
Rette grumbled even as she mimicked the gesture exactly. The brightness in her smile and eyes made it clear she was having fun.
Simon then increased the Golem Board’s output and shot skyward, using the hillside as a springboard.
Whoooosh!
While the Golem Board hung suspended, Simon angled its underside toward the sea.
And then.
A whale-bone Undead that had been churning in the coastal waters emerged.

Fwooooooosh!
A water cannon, its force minimized, shot forth and propelled the Golem Board’s body backward. Simon and Rette were thrust upward through the air, breaking free from the encirclement.
“What the—!”
“They’re flying?”
The Discipline Committee members could only look up at the sky helplessly, like dogs chasing chickens that had gotten away.
‘Nice work, Deimos!’
Simon left Deimos, his water-specialized summon, to lurk beneath the surface and stand by.
“Chase them quick, Captain! If we go after them now, we can catch them!”
A Discipline Committee member urged him on.
‘That summon is definitely…….’
Captain Malcolm, who had been lost in thought for a moment, let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.
“No, never mind. Just let them go.”
Then he brought the Communication Crystal to his lips.
“All units, cease pursuit. Don’t abandon your posts chasing after them. Remember our mission.”

* * *
Simon and Rette, having broken through the encirclement in one sweep, continued moving.
They crossed forest and sea, then climbed into the mountains.
Swoooosh—!
After traversing the sloped terrain, the Golem Board finally came to a stop. Simon dismounted and spoke.
“This is my favorite night view in Rocksum. Ready?”
“Of course. Should I be excited?”
The two moved together and gazed out from below the cliff at the mountainside.
“Wow……!”
The sprawling nightscape of Rocksum unfurled before their eyes. Though the matches had ended, the evening festivities were still underway—scattered stalls and lit windows dotted the landscape.
Rette couldn’t tear her gaze from the enchanting sight. Simon felt a quiet satisfaction swell within him as he spoke.
“Not bad, right?”
“……Well.”
Rette’s face flushed with something like shyness, and she smiled softly.
“For a place where Necromancers live, it’s rather ordinary.”
“Why do you always have to add that caveat?”
The two faced each other and chuckled.
“I never expected a place like this.”
Rette lifted her head.
“The sea runs red with blood, the land swarms with walking corpses, and every tree and blade of grass is blackened, twisted and dead.”
‘A dungeon.’
“That’s what they taught me in Efnel. A source of all evil, a demon’s lair, a place beyond salvation—destined only for complete destruction.”
Rette regarded Simon with golden eyes, unblinking.
“But seeing what you’ve shown me, I’ve begun to think a little differently.”
“How so?”
Rette’s mouth curved upward.
“This scenery seems too precious to leave for Ever Kire to destroy without a fight.”
Simon smiled back at her.
“I’m glad you feel that way.”
It was still too early for Star Divination. The two sat and enjoyed the view while talking quietly together.
As they spoke, lights in buildings throughout the city gradually went dark.
“Then it’s time I showed you what I can do.”
Rette rose from her seat and removed the Necklace Sealing Saint’s Power.
“Beginning now.”
Clear star patterns bloomed in her eyes. She fixed her gaze upon the night sky.
With just that.
“Ah.”
The stars in the night sky began to shine brilliantly.

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