Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 631

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 631
Rette stepped forward, now dressed in a pristine white Efnel School Uniform.
Her ash-grey hair, streaked with silver, had returned to pure snow-white, flowing in soft waves.
“I’m counting on you for protection.”
Simon, who had been watching in a daze, suddenly snapped back to attention and nodded.
“Oh, right! Leave it to me.”
While she used Star Divination, she would be vulnerable. It was Simon’s role to keep her safe during that time.
Rette’s lips curved into a playful smile.
“The way you get flustered doesn’t exactly inspire confidence.”
Simon let out a clearing cough and replied.
“Don’t worry.”
“Okay.”
Rette nodded, took in the night view of Rocksum one more time, and drew a breath.
“I trust you.”
She exhaled softly, pressed her hands together tightly, and closed her eyes.
Simon thought she looked like a painting. Always so cold and sharp-tongued, yet the moment she prayed, her entire presence transformed.
Whoosh—
The sound of grass rustling in the wind.
“Great Mother of all things.”
With each line of the prayer, a white Magic Circle unfurled beneath her feet. The circles layered in real time, and soon the entire area was filled with white inscriptions.
She then lowered her hands, lifted her arms toward the night sky, and slowly began to move her index finger.
‘The stars…!’
They began to move at her command.
Every star fixed in the heavens stretched outward, leaving behind long trails of brilliant light.
A procession of stars.
Simon could only gape in wonder at the sight he was witnessing for the first time. The trails of light left by the stars created a magnificent spectacle.
Boom—
The Magic Circles beneath her feet resonated. As she drew a map in the sky with the stars, it was precisely replicated in her own Magic Circle below.
The Power of Stars wielded through the Saint’s Authority appeared like constellations themselves.
‘That’s incredible.’
Though his knowledge of White Magic was not extensive, Simon could tell that all these constellations held magical significance.
Whisper, whisper.
With her eyes closed, Rette seemed delighted, a faint smile on her lips as she conducted the stars with her fingertips. Her hair flew about like snowflakes, and her rounded shoulders swayed gently side to side, keeping time with the rhythm.
A sight of supreme beauty.
The stars sang.
“I can feel people’s hearts.”
A joyful voice flowed from Rette’s lips.
“The people of the Dark Alliance must be making wishes as they look at the stars too.”
“Ah, yeah. That’s true.”
“No matter where people live, they’re all much the same.”
Rette, who had been waving her hand cheerfully, now brought both arms together and stretched them upward toward the sky.
Whoooooosh—!
All the circuits drawn in the shape of constellations were gathering into a single circle.
The circle upon which Rette stood.
The moment the circuits converged, centered on Rette’s Magic Circle.
‘Ah.’
The night sky opened.
A brilliance too dazzling to look upon shone down on Rette alone in this world. Bathed in the spotlight of that radiance, Rette knelt gently on the grass and recited her prayer.
Boom—!
Finally, the Magic Circle poured forth blinding light. Unable to interfere, Simon took a step back.
At last.
Fwooosh—
The magic Rette had woven from the night sky returned to its original place. The stars, the Milky Way, the meteor showers—all returned as they were.
Rette’s hair, which had been fluttering as if lifted by the night air, slowly settled back onto her shoulders. She released her clasped hands and placed them gently on her lap.
Her eyes opened at last, revealing brilliant golden irises. A faint breath escaped her lips.
Simon hurried over to her.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, well. I’m fine, really.”
She spoke casually, but her expression seemed troubled.
“Thank you for that.”
Simon offered his hand with a gentle smile.
Rette, who had been about to pull away as she had before, gradually slowed her pace. Then, pressing only her index and middle fingers against his palm, she pushed herself up on her own.
“Did you find anything?”
Simon asked, his heart full of apprehension. Rette swept back her long hair with a troubled expression before finally speaking.
“According to my observation, there are nine people on this island with Holiness besides me.”
The direction of the Magic Circle remained faintly visible. She walked lightly and pointed in one direction.
“Six of them are in the Western Direction. These people are….”
“Right. Professor Parahan and his teaching assistants.”
They were Converts who taught Holy Defense Studies, formally affiliated with Kizen. Rette rotated her finger to the side.
“And one person in the Southern Cave.”
“The Southern Cave—that’s Professor Grerion’s Cave. And the Harvest Maiden is here.”
“Correct. And at the Northern Base, there’s one person surrounded by Necromancers.”
Simon immediately realized who it was.
“The Northern Base? Then it must be the Priest we captured this time.”
“Yes, so the last one is—”
Rette spoke in a bright voice and lifted her fingertip. Simon swallowed hard, waiting for what came next.
Tap.
Rette pressed her index finger to Simon’s forehead and laughed brightly.
“You.”
Simon’s face flushed crimson. She lowered her finger and laughed playfully, crossing her arms.
“That must be it.”
“Wait, so that means…!”
“Yes, yes.”
Rette’s voice grew soft.
“Ever Kire is not on this island.”

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Simon carried Rette down the mountain after she finished her Star Divination.
Fortunately, they encountered neither monsters nor Wardens and safely made it into the secure zone.
Simon traveled a bit further and brought Rette to Grerion’s Cave, which served as their base camp.
-Should I set you down here?
-Yes, thank you for bringing me.
Since it would do them no good to be seen together, Simon immediately returned to the Dormitory while Rette walked alone into the Cave.
-Saint!
The Necromancer agents had also witnessed the stars trembling in the sky, so they were aware she had used Star Divination. She entered the Cave and immediately reported the results to Neftis’s team.
The observation results showed nine people.
Of course, Rette reported the findings excluding Simon and including herself. The targets detected with Holiness were Parahan and his assistants, the Priest they had captured, and the Harvest Maiden.
There were no other users of Holiness. In other words, the conclusion was that Ever Kire was not on this island.
-So Ever Kire really was injured and escaped.
-A fortunate turn of misfortune.
As a Saint, Rette was the continental authority on Holiness, and as long as no one suspected her, her testimony carried immense weight. Kizen settled on the conclusion that Ever Kire was absent.
-If we still cannot be certain, I will perform another observation tomorrow evening.
In any case, Rette had to remain on Rocksum until the Harvest Maiden returned to normal. It was far too dangerous for the Harvest Maiden, whose body was severed by an Anomaly, to ride Spatial Magic.
Thus the next morning arrived.
A new order came from Neftis, as if she had received the agents’ reports.
Since the Saint had confirmed that Ever Kire was not on Rocksum, all ship traffic would be prohibited starting from the fourth day.
Once again, the coastal waters near Rocksum churned with towering waves and powerful currents.
-What kind of law is this!
-We cannot enter again?
Spectators who had left the island for brief errands and merchants trying to bring in goods protested at Kizen’s decision in bewilderment, but Kizen dismissed them with appropriate compensation, citing airtight security concerns.
All Teleportation Magic Circles within Rocksum were also suspended from authorization. They decided to maintain airtight security, blocking all outside intrusion until the Dark Festival ended in this state.
When Simon arrived at Grerion’s Cave after waking that morning, he received an explanation from Kassan.
“It seems we’ve caught a brief respite.”
Kassan muttered, scratching the scar beneath his eye.
“Yes, the decision to seal off Rocksum seems like a good one.”
Simon also thought this decision was quite sound. If Ever Kire truly had been injured by the Harvest Maiden’s counterattack and left Rocksum, it would not be easy for him to return.
The distance between the mainland and Rocksum was considerable.
He would have to pierce through the currents and waves, the Barrier, and the surveillance network spanning the entire sea to enter Rocksum.
He would need to maintain Reality Manipulation continuously to infiltrate Rocksum from land. Not only would entry be difficult, but he would likely exhaust his power entirely upon arrival.
“However.”
Simon let out a grunt and folded his arms across his chest.
“The problem is, Ever Kire may never have left the island in the first place.”
“What?”
Rette, who had been sitting a short distance away with a disgruntled expression and her legs crossed, opened her eyes wide.
“Don’t trust the Saint’s Authority I wield, is that it? Hm?”
“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant at all, Saint.”
Rette had slipped back into that prickly saint act she’d shown yesterday.
The way she went on about how Necromancers were always the problem, spouting curses about how they reeked of corpses and shouldn’t come near her, carrying on so sensitively about it all—it was quite the performance.
‘At this point, is that actually her real self?’
Simon was breaking into a cold sweat internally.
“While it’s true the situation has improved since yesterday, we cannot let our guard down until the Dark Festival concludes.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Right on cue, Aleister—a raven agent and the person in charge here—appeared.
The Necromancer agents all bowed their heads at once, but Rette still didn’t even glance at him, letting out a dismissive snort.
“As the Student Council President suggested, we cannot rule out the possibility that Ever Kire may have discovered a way to completely conceal his holiness using his Supernatural Ability. I would ask that the Saint grace us with her presence during today’s and tomorrow’s search efforts.”
“Here I am, helping out of goodwill, and you’re putting me to work.”
Rette slouched back lazily, making a show of picking at her ear.
“If you’re that anxious, fine. But I have a condition in return.”
“Please, do tell.”
“Stop with this whole act of pretending to be some snobbish noblewoman. It’s irritating and a hassle.”
She flicked the dress that had been laid out nearby for her to wear across the floor.
“And I don’t like the idea of being escorted around with a bunch of people in tow either. It just draws more attention. Since Ever Kire isn’t even here, there’s no need to go that far, is there?”
“Then how would you prefer to proceed?”
“I’ll just wander around pretending to be a spectator and search on my own.”
Rette stood up from her seat.
“I’ll comb through places like the Arena where there are lots of people, and the quieter corners too.”
“……Mm, we would be grateful for any help you can offer, regardless.”
Considering she was offering her assistance out of goodwill to prevent war, there was no position from which to press demands on the Saint.
Of course, Kizen’s side was now also settling on the approach that dismissed ‘Ever Kire’ as missing, so the alert level had eased somewhat compared to yesterday’s crisis atmosphere.
Rette nodded and walked toward the mouth of the cave.
“Oh.”
She stopped and turned back.
“Come to think of it, I don’t know my way around here. It would be nice to have someone as a guide.”
“Then I shall assign an agent to accompany you.”
“Never mind. Having me walk around alone with some bearded old man would look weird.”
Rette glanced around the area with a dissatisfied sigh—”Ugh”—before pointing directly at Simon.
“You there. Student.”
Simon looked taken aback, pointing at himself.
“Me……?”

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