Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 635

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 635
Simon returned to the arena, still riding the pleasant afterglow of victory.
But then.
“……Rette?”
Rette had vanished.
He scanned the bleachers frantically, but she was nowhere to be found.
“Pardon me. Let me through.”
Simon pushed through the crowd with quick strides. There was a place they’d agreed to meet if something went wrong — a seat pressed right against the mana screen at the edge of the arena.
But there was only.
“…….”
A single folded note lying in its place. Simon rushed over and unfolded it.
[Congratulations on your victory.]
The message was brief.
[From here on, I’ll move alone. Don’t look for me.]
“This idiot……!”
Muttering this, Simon bolted from the arena.
The clamorous noise of countless spectators, the cheers of victorious students, and the babble of countless voices discussing the matches all tangled together into a maddening cacophony.
Buzz-buzz—
He couldn’t make out a single voice.
It was dizzying.
And of course, Rette’s voice was not among them.
“Hah, hah.”
Outside the arena, Simon looked desperately in all directions.
Where could she have gone?
Why had she disappeared?
Simon’s pace quickened. Running headlong forward, he burst into a nearby park crowded with people.
“Ah!”
Kassan was nearby, conducting inquiries.
“Kassan!”
“?”
Kassan, who’d been holding a notebook, spotted him too.
Simon sprinted over and bent forward, catching his breath. Kassan finished his conversation with the person he’d been speaking to and approached.
“What’s wrong, Simon? Why are you alone?”
“Rette has……!”
Simon stopped himself mid-sentence and quickly corrected his words.
“No — the Saint has disappeared! Look at this note……!”
Rustle.
Kassan skimmed the note and let out a small sigh.
“Acting on her own initiative, despite what happened to her senior.”
“Do you have any idea where she might be?”
“At the very least, she hasn’t returned to Professor Grerion’s cave.”
With that, Kassan handed the note back to Simon.
“So — surely there’s someone watching from a distance? Even if you just know the general location……!”
“Simon.”
Kassan shook his head and gestured toward Rette’s note.
“Looking at this, she clearly doesn’t want you to come after her.”
Thump!
Simon felt his heart lurch.
“She asked you not to look for her — so why do you want to?”
“That’s…….”
“Her location is being monitored at a distance by other agents. If anything goes wrong, we’ll receive a report.”
According to Kassan, Rette had laid down her terms before dawn, well before Simon’s arrival.
She would never trust a Necromancer. If she was watched even once more, she would abandon cooperation, take the Harvest Saint, and return to the Sacred Federation.
Of course, the agents couldn’t simply ignore such a threat, but out of respect for her wishes, they had reduced the surveillance presence somewhat.
“I’ll search for the Saint myself. But.”
Kassan walked into the forest path.
“If she wishes to patrol alone, then respecting that wish is the right thing to do.”
“…….”
Simon, lost in thought, clenched his fists.

* * *
Simon didn’t give up. He pursued Rette with relentless determination.
He haunted the places where she might be, the places she might favor, the crowded thoroughfares—but he couldn’t find her.
Still.
A woman with ash-gray hair in a black robe? Yeah, I saw her. Saw her heading toward that building over there.
It wasn’t entirely fruitless.
Simon took the lead from his informant and made his way to the building they’d mentioned.
As it turned out, it was the Dark Studies Department Dormitory.
‘……If I get caught, there’ll be hell to pay.’
During the Dark Festival, tensions between departments ran dangerously high. Slipping into a rival dormitory was risky business.
‘Just borrowing this for a moment! I’ll put it right back!’
Simon grabbed a minion’s vest from a nearby clothesline, put on the disguise, and slipped into the dormitory.
True to the Dark Studies Department’s well-funded reputation, every facility gleamed with opulent polish.
He was marveling at the surroundings when he spotted the Dormitory Supervisor checking the bulletin board in the lobby.
Simon struck up a conversation with her. Unlike the Summoning Department’s Supervisor, she had a warm and gentle nature—and though she recognized he was from another department, she let it slide.
“Ah, the girl with ash-gray hair? I’m not sure about today, but she was here yesterday.”
“Yesterday?”
“Yes. It’s rather amusing, actually.”
She smiled warmly.
“That girl was looking for a boy with blue hair yesterday. And today, that very boy with blue hair came looking for that girl.”
“…….”
After hearing the Supervisor’s account, Simon moved on to the next location, gradually piecing together the trail Rette had left. Of course, it all led back to the Summoning Department Dormitory.
The dormitory was quiet—the students hadn’t returned yet. Simon climbed the stairs to his own room.
‘Now that I think about it, how did Rette find my room so precisely?’
Simon slid open the window she’d climbed through the night before. Dust had settled on the sill, and he could faintly make out the footprints she’d left behind.
Simon pushed the window wide and looked outside.
“Ah.”
Rette’s footprints marked nearly every window of the building.
She’d apparently identified the Summoning Department’s location first, then systematically checked every room by crossing from window to window.
A wry smile tugged at Simon’s lips.
‘The fool.’
Dusk was creeping in. Simon lifted his gaze.
‘Byeol-Ya.’
During the day, she’d patrol Rocksum as well, but when night fell, she’d climb the mountain to use Byeol-Ya. If he could find a suitable vantage point for the technique, he might encounter her.
His resolve made, Simon vaulted out the window.

* * *
The sun had set completely, and the night sky emerged.
Stars glittered overhead.
And.
“…….”
On a high mountain hill.
A girl sat in the grass, hugging her knees, staring blankly out at Rocksum’s nightscape.
Simon! Simon! Simon!
That’s incredible!
You were all I could see the entire match! Well done, President!
Here, Simon was a different person.
He was a hero, surrounded by many people.
They were people who treasured him, and simultaneously, people he treasured.
‘But I.’
I don’t belong.
Unless I’m born anew, I can never be woven into that culture, that world, those people.
I was someone who had no right to be here. I came only by accident, because of the peculiar circumstance of a fanatic’s arrival.
I have virtually no chance of meeting this Grerion, but I suspect he faces circumstances not unlike mine.
It was true.
This world was divided in two.
Coexistence was impossible.
This current truce was merely an unstable peace, born only from the absence of certainty that either side could completely annihilate the other.
‘But.’
That strange one had carelessly thrust his face into this domain, and in that moment, I’d allowed myself to believe otherwise.
He adapted well. He earned the recognition of the heresy inquisitors, and even made friends on this side.
That boy would have no trouble living as a Priest.
It was merely thoughtless selfishness, but for a moment, she had entertained the fantasy of him staying here.
Yet she could not afford to deceive herself.
Simon is happy here.
His happiness and joy belong to this place.
He will draw his sword for these people, and he will be willing to give his life for them.
They are my enemies.
And Simon is my enemy too.
‘Sigh.’
It felt like sinking into an emotional quagmire.
Her trembling hands, having lost their way, clenched at empty air.
‘Just hold on until tomorrow and go back. Don’t look at Simon’s face again.’
For my own sake.
And for all of our sakes.
This is the right decision.
Rette slowly closed her eyes.
Crackle—
Then she heard footsteps.
The sound of grass being crushed underfoot. Rette turned around.
‘!’
Her pupils dilated.
The emotions that had flickered like dying embers surged up again, and her heart raced.
“…….”
A boy was approaching, leaves clumsily stuck in his hair and his clothes caked with dirt. It was painfully obvious how much he had suffered, yet he approached without a care.
He had left without a word, so she had every right to be angry.
Simon said nothing.
He did not shout or complain.
He simply walked over with composure and dropped down beside Rette, then placed his palm on the grass and tilted his head back to gaze up at the night sky.
“…….”
“…….”
Silence descended.
This was not the place where she had stargazed before.
She had genuinely hoped Simon would not find her.
Yet he had found her. No doubt he had searched every high place in all of Rocksum.
The two stood in silence for a moment, gazing endlessly at the night sky.
“Why did you come?”
At last Rette’s lips parted. Simon turned to look at her and smiled weakly.
“I was worried about you.”
At those sincere words, she bit her lip gently. The coldness in her heart melted away like spring snow.
She had opened her mouth as if to say something, but then her eyes fell slightly as she spoke quietly.
“I told you not to look for me……”
“You could be in danger if you’re alone.”
Rette averted her gaze, her voice barely audible.
“I’m… sorry.”
This was the first time she had apologized so candidly, and Simon too looked somewhat taken aback. Soon a faint smile crossed his lips.
“As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters.”
The two fell silent again.
It was a quieter, more comfortable stillness than before.
“…….”
Then Rette let out a small sigh and narrowed her eyes, glaring at Simon.
“Why… why?”
“Just lie down and stay quiet.”
Rette shoved Simon’s chest with an audible thump. He gasped and fell over, and Rette’s voice turned sharp.
“How are you so careless? You’re bleeding and scraped all over.”
Simon gave a bewildered look, then belatedly noticed the wounds covering his body.
Scratches from branches, scraped knees, and bruises from tumbling down the mountainside.
Rette sat down beside Simon and brushed back his disheveled hair. Then she placed both hands together over his wounds.
“Let me shift to my Priest form for this.”
Simon nodded and suppressed his Dark aura. Then she began to cast White Magic.

Whoooosh!
White light bloomed around them, and the wounds began to close bit by bit. She retrieved a first aid set from her Subspace and disinfected Simon’s injuries, then wrapped them carefully in bandages.
The swift, practiced way she worked through the treatment left no doubt—she was truly a Priest.
“There we are.”
Rette made a satisfied sound and gave Simon’s back a sharp slap. He scrambled to his feet and straightened up, and Rette settled herself properly beside him.
“Th-thank you.”
“Of course.”
…….
…….
“Simon.”
“Yeah?”
Rette fixed him with her luminous golden eyes.
“We’re enemies, aren’t we?”
Simon closed his eyes.
“Do enemies treat each other’s wounds?”
“I’m asking seriously.”
Rette’s voice carried an edge of frustration.
“We’re destined to clash. While we’re still students, maybe this can be forgiven. But once we graduate, once we become adults—once I’m formally a Saint, and your status as a Legion Commander is revealed—”
…….
“We’ll have to kill each other. Or we’ll find ourselves caught in some tragedy where we’re forced to kill each other’s friends, the people we hold dear.”
She studied him intently.
“That’s our destiny. So we should—”
“That’s not destiny. That’s just what you think will happen.”
Simon spoke calmly, a slight smile on his face.
“Even after we’re grown, we can meet like this. Exchange greetings with each other’s friends. Talk and laugh together. When one of us is hurt, the other tends to it. I believe a day like that will come.”
He looked at Rette with sudden gravity.
“For now, let’s focus on the present instead of worrying about the future. And let’s work harder so that future never comes to pass.”
…….
“I think we’re already doing well enough. The way we’re both trying to stop a war right now—that proves it.”
After a moment of silence, Rette’s face softened into a gentle smile. She rose to her feet.
She dusted off her robes and looked directly at Simon.
“I’m beginning the Byeol-Ya. I’m counting on you for what comes next.”
Simon stood as well.
“Leave it to me.”

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