Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 632

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 632
Whoosh. Whoosh.
On a pleasant morning with a fresh breeze drifting through, Simon—singled out by Rette—walked alongside her down a path through the Park.
“……It turned out like this, huh.”
“You complaining?”
Rette spoke curtly. Simon panicked and waved his hand.
“No, no. It’s not that I’m complaining—I just thought it might be safer to tour the island from inside a carriage with agents guarding us.”
“I told you already. Ever Kire isn’t on this island.”
She shot back in her characteristic cynical tone, plunging her hand into the pocket of her robe.
“Since the necromancers don’t seem to trust my Star Reading at all, I had no choice but to comply with the patrol. So wouldn’t it be fair if I got to choose the patrol method that suits me best?”
“Yeah, I get it. But is it okay if your face gets recognized?”
Rette was dressed in the adventurer’s outfit she’d arrived in, with only a hood attached to her robe slightly obscuring her face.
“Don’t worry. I’m wearing an artifact that impairs facial recognition.”
She lifted the Festival Map as she spoke.
“Since that’s settled, I’m counting on you for a good tour. Guide.”
“I’ll do my best. Where should we start?”
“Well, since this is officially a patrol looking for fanatics, it’d be best to stick to the crowded areas, wouldn’t it?”
Rette tapped several spots on the map.
“The Street Market, the harbor, and, oh, the club booths sound fun.”
“……Didn’t you just say we should focus on crowded places?”
Simon pressed close beside her and pointed at the map she was holding.
“The most crowded place right now is the Arena! There’s a place called Ringcastle Arena nearby—want to go check it out?”
“…….”
Rette stopped walking and stared intently at Simon.
“What is it?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
She exhaled softly and gave a slight nod of her head.
“Go ahead and show me.”
“Okay.”
The two made their way toward the Arena, chatting about this and that as they went.
The necromancer agents didn’t seem to be nearby—he felt no presence at all. So they were able to move about with relative freedom.
“Hey! Simon!”
“Simon~”
Then familiar voices called out.
Merin and Kamibarez were running toward them.
“Merin! Kamibarez!”
“Why haven’t you been answering? You brat!”
The moment Merin arrived, she exploded with anger.
“Where does the Student Council get any rest time! Are you slacking off? Do you know how many incidents have broken out?”
“S-sorry.”
Simon quickly apologized, then added,
“I just had something I needed to do.”
“Something to do, he says……!”
Getting that far, Merin noticed Rette standing vacantly beside Simon.
“Who’s that?”
“Oh, let me introduce you.”
He’d never thought this moment would come so soon.
From now on, he’d have to introduce Rette to his necromancer friends. Simon felt a sudden wave of tension and launched into the story he’d prepared in advance.
“This is Rena. She’s a friend from my hometown, Resshil, where I used to live. She came to visit the Dark Festival and we happened to bump into each other. Since Rocksum is her first time here, I’m showing her around the school.”
A hometown friend repertoire.
It was clichéd, but it was the best story a mountain boy who’d spent nearly seventeen years living only in the mountains could squeeze out.
And the name Rena was an alias she’d used the last time they went to the Sacred Federation.
“And these are my classmates and Student Council members, Merin Bilenne and Kamibarez Ursula.”
After introducing the two, Simon glanced at Rette to gauge her reaction.
He wasn’t even hoping for them to get along. He was worried she might expose her hatred for necromancers as openly as she had when she first visited Rocksum.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Contrary to his worries, Rette bowed politely with a respectful nod. As she raised her head, her ashen hair swayed, and she even offered a warm smile.
“I’m Rena.”
“Hi!”
At the appearance of another girl her age, Merin responded with a lively voice.
“I’m Merin, vice president of Kizen’s Student Council. Since you’re Simon’s friend, feel free to speak comfortably with me.”
“Of course.”
“And I’m Kamibarez Ursula, the secretary!”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
“You’re so pretty! Where did you get your hair done?”
“You’re beautiful as well, Merin. I had my hair done in a city I stopped at before coming to the Dark Festival. Seeing your hair makes me want to grow mine out longer too.”
“Really?”
Somehow these two seemed perfectly matched.
The moment they stood beside each other, they launched into an endless stream of chatter.
“What’s your relationship with Simon?”
“We’re friends. Childhood friends from my hometown.”
“Hmm, childhood friends.”
“Yes. I watched Simon grow up, and when he suddenly left to become a Necromancer, I worried so much. But seeing him become Student Council President fills me with pride. Please look after Simon.”
“My, why are you asking me to look after Simon?”
“Because you’re the vice president, I meant it as a request for you to support the Council President well.”
“Ah! That’s what you meant? I see.”
“Yes.”
Simon took a step back, his face suddenly tense.
What was that?
It was ordinary conversation, and both their faces were smiling, yet something odd seemed to shimmer between them.
“Rette. Is this your first time at the Dark Festival?”
That’s when Kamibarez perked up her ears and cut in. Rette quickly shifted her attention.
“Yes, it is.”
“Then you absolutely must visit the Plaza! Their pudding and carrot cake are delicious!”
“Thank you for the recommendation.”
Kamibarez moved closer to Rette and began chattering away with directions—a Student Council member doing her duty.
Rette gazed at Kamibarez for a moment before speaking.
“It may be rude to say this to a noblewoman, but—”
“?”
“—you’re adorable.”
At those words, Kamibarez’s face flushed a deep red.
“Oh, I—thank you.”
Watching the flustered Kamibarez, Rette smiled with satisfaction.
Though she didn’t show it openly, Rette too had a weakness for cute things. Her rapport with Kamibarez seemed promising.
“And the night view along the coast is beautiful!”
“Isn’t the best view over there?”
Merin suddenly interjected.
“The mountains beside the Teleport Magic Circle.”
“The evening view is pleasant enough.”
Rette smiled softly.
“Simon showed me yesterday.”
“!!”
Merin’s head snapped around, and flames kindled in her eyes as she glared at Simon.
Kamibarez too seemed bothered, stealing repeated glances at Simon from the corner of her eye.
Boom!
Just then, a small explosion erupted from a nearby park. Merin and Kamibarez startled, but instinctively summoned Dark Element to their legs.
“Merin! We need to get over there quickly!”
“Right.”
“What’s happening?”
Simon asked quickly.
“We got a report that students from different departments started fighting! We’re heading over to break it up!”
“I’m sorry! We have to go!”
The two of them rode the Dark Element and dashed out toward the park.
The bustling commotion around them vanished in an instant.
“Do you think we should go help?”
Rette, who had already slipped back into her calm demeanor, thrust her hand into her robe pocket as she spoke.
“No. With their skill level, there’s nothing to worry about.”
Soon enough, shards of ice flew and blood scattered across the scene. Merin’s cry could be heard—”Aren’t you stopping?! You bastards!”—followed by the commotion settling down.
After that, peace returned.
“Hmm.”
Rette folded her arms and offered an enigmatic smile.
“Impressive, isn’t it? I’d like to test myself against you on an actual battlefield.”
“……Don’t say such frightening things. That’s precisely why we came here—to prevent war from breaking out.”
“Of course. Let’s go.”
Rette stepped forward as she spoke.
“To preserve world peace.”

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The Ringcastle Arena was alive with third-year matches. Spectators filling every seat roared with unbridled enthusiasm.
Men in the front rows of the stands gulped down beer and guffawed loudly. Scattered snacks littered the ground everywhere—the cleaning staff moved with visibly stooped shoulders, overwhelmed by the mess.
“Pardon me.”
Simon moved through every corner of the arena, meticulously searching for any trace of Ever Kire.
‘I hope Aleister’s team has made some headway.’
Despite the severe personnel shortage, Neftis’s inner circle was conducting their independent investigation with surprising speed.
They were tracking Ever Kire’s trail since her escape from the harbor. Evidence of numerous skirmishes had surfaced, but given that Ever Kire continued distorting reality to flee, conventional investigative methods seemed to be hitting walls.
And yet.
‘……Is the one who escaped the island really Ever Kire herself?’
Rette’s Star Reading results pointed to it, Aleister’s investigation pointed to it—every circumstance suggested that Ever Kire had fled Rocksum.
But Simon remained uneasy. An ability user who could distort reality demanded that every possibility be kept open. His instinct told him this was not the time to lower his guard entirely.
‘Hmm.’
Simon’s gaze, having swept the surrounding area, drifted briefly toward the arena floor.
‘So I get to see it here, after all.’
Second-ranked among all third-years: Ballak.
A man wearing an iron mask, exhaling toxic smoke from his mouth.
He wrapped himself in a thick coat-like garment so heavily layered that his school uniform was entirely concealed.
That same man was cutting through the other students single-handedly across the arena floor.
<Ballak’s Original—Poison Fang>
A wave of poison radiated outward from him, and the students were swept away in unison.
Dark Element barriers, defensive magic—none of it mattered. With overwhelming force, he reduced every Barrier Gauge to zero and teleported them outside the arena with equal efficiency.
“Gah!”
“What?!”
As the poison cloud billowed closer to the stands, nearby spectators recoiled.
An invisible barrier protected the audience section. But when the poison struck it, the barrier flickered with sharp crackle-hiss sounds, so threateningly that it seemed on the verge of rupturing.
Wherever the poison spread, toxic pools accumulated and noxious blooms opened. Students clutched at their throats in agony, one by one pressing the surrender button and stumbling out of the arena. The interior transformed into a wasteland of death in mere seconds.
-L-Looking at the rules of this match, the objective is to score points by placing the ball in the goal basket, but…….
The announcer’s voice wavered uncertainly.
-Aside from Ballak, there are no remaining students in the arena. It appears impossible to continue the match. Ah, the referee has just declared the match over! The Poison Studies Department claims victory!
To think they’d end a match like this, rules or no rules.
Simon, watching from the sidelines, let out a bewildered laugh.
‘……He’s formidable. I wonder if our Leonard could beat someone like that.’
And then another question crossed his mind.
If second place is that strong, how powerful must Aezel be as the first-ranked?
When Aezel returned, Simon would have to face him for the Student Council President position.
“Dawdling away watching matches, are we.”
An interjecting voice pulled him from his reverie.
Rette approached from beside him, fixing him with a cool stare. Simon shook off his daze and smiled back.
“How did it go?”
“I felt no Holiness reaction in this arena.”
She shrugged and continued.
“I suspect the other arenas are the same.”
“Thanks for the effort. Let’s move on to another location.”
“Yes.”
Rette gazed into the arena for a moment, then spoke.
“But will you be participating in matches like that?”
“Of course. I promised myself one match a day. Interested?”
“Oh.”
Rette’s lips curved into a meaningful smile as she crossed her arms.
“That would be entertaining. I definitely have to watch that one.”
“Ha, well—it’s a bit embarrassing.”
As Simon and Rette continued their light exchange, he spotted a familiar face not far away.
Hair black as the night sky, rippling like water. And a girl with ruby-red eyes.
Simon spoke without thinking, his pleasure evident in his voice.
“Lo——!”
Swift as a whisper.
In that instant, Rette pulled Simon behind her, blocking his view.
“What’s wrong?”
“That person.”
Rette’s expression had grown tense, her face grave.
“Something feels off. We should be careful——”
“Oh, Simon!”
She had spotted him in turn and was already approaching.
“You came to cheer on the third-year students too?”
Lorain’s head tilted as she spoke.
“And who’s this beside you……?”
“……”
They didn’t seem to know each other, yet both of their faces twisted in an odd, difficult expression.
A young saint and a witch’s daughter.
Meeting in the Arena.

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