Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 647

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 647
“No connection whatsoever.”
Rette spoke flatly as she placed a grape into her mouth.
“Hehe! Everyone says that.”
“And what do you think of Simon? Are you testing him because you like him?”
Eshu laughed quietly.
“We’re real friends! Of course, if he went out of his way to confess his feelings with all that fuss, then maybe I’d consider it.”
“You’d consider it?”
She shook her head firmly.
“The competitors in my department are too formidable. I don’t want to cause awkwardness with my friends, and frankly, I lack the confidence to compete.”
Rette closed her eyes and drank a glass of wine.
“Competitors in the department—you mean people like Lorain or Serne?”
“Oh, you’ve already heard?”
I’ve already met them. Simon introduced us.”
Just as that sentence ended, Serne could be seen speaking to Simon. Rette watched the scene with an expressionless face.
“Then how about this question?”
Eshu, who had also witnessed the exchange, wore a meaningful smile.
“The outsiders will have to leave the island soon.”
“Yes.”
“You’re concerned about leaving behind a childhood friend you’ve grown up with since childhood—am I right?”
……
Rette plucked a single grape and popped it into her mouth, thinking it over.
A moment later, she sighed softly, then broke into a wry smile as if conceding defeat and spoke.
“I suppose I am concerned.”
“Just as I thought!”
Eshu’s eyes lit up as she raised her glass. Rette lifted hers and clinked it against her own.
“You’re new from back home and don’t know much, right? Want to hear the stories about Simon I’ve experienced this semester?”
For the first time, a spark of genuine interest appeared in Rette’s eyes, which had been exchanging only formal pleasantries.
“That sounds fun! Are there any embarrassing stories?”
“Oh, plenty!”

* * *
Though it was a rare party, Simon found himself spending a frantic evening.
Meeting and greeting people from each social stratum had drained him completely.
‘Being Student Council President is exhausting.’
Some had deliberately visited the Summoning Department party just to see the Student Council President, so he couldn’t simply sit idle.
When he finally had a moment of respite, he collapsed into a chair with an exhausted expression.
“Hey! My bestie!”
He heard a familiar voice, and arms suddenly wrapped around his neck.
“Oh, Dick!”
“Ha, you okay? You look like death warmed over.”
Dick handed him a drink with ice clinking in it. Simon grabbed the glass and drained it in one go.
“Feeling better. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Simon!”
“We’re here too!”
Far off, Bill and Al Hayward’s younger siblings waved their hands.
Each of them had latched onto a girl and was chatting away. Simon thought to himself that bloodlines really do tell.
Simon waved back at them.
“But Dick, what brings you here? What about the Poison Studies Department party?”
“The atmosphere there was so gloomy and dull, I figured I’d come over here instead.”
Dick chuckled and dragged over a nearby chair, settling into it carelessly.
“On the final day, everyone was expecting at least second place, but we ended up fourth. Now the 3rd Years, including Ballak, are in a foul mood. It’s supposed to be a party, but everyone’s just eyeing each other nervously and watching the 3rd Years like hawks.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised.”
“But listen, that’s not even it!”
Dick’s eyes suddenly intensified.
“I heard from Merin and Kamibarez—a childhood friend came from your hometown? Her name’s Rette?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s her, right?”
Dick pointed to the girl with ash-colored hair sitting on a bench a little distance away.
When exactly they’d grown close, Rette was clinking wine glasses with Eshu beside her, chatting away merrily.
“Come on, you remember, don’t you? Last time you said Elizabeth Weffer was a friend from your hometown in Resshil?”
“Oh, that…!”
So that was what had felt off—it was a setting Simon had already used once before.
Elizabeth Weffer was simply the alias of an Kizen schoolgirl that Erzsebet had shapeshifted into.
“Another beautiful childhood friend to follow Elizabeth! Man, does Resshil just grow nothing but gorgeous people? I’m definitely visiting during break, for real!”
“Calm down, Dick.”
“Spill it!”
Dick suddenly lowered his voice.
“Where’s Elizabeth Weffer? She’s not on the 2nd Year roster, and I was wondering if maybe she got expelled after losing to the 1st Year competition, so I went through the whole enrollment list from last year and she’s not there either! I asked some kids from Class E and none of them had ever heard of a pink-haired girl!”
Simon’s eyes went wide.
Of all people, Dick was the one who’d caught him.
“Are you going to introduce her or not?”
Dick grinned like a villain plotting some wicked scheme.
Simon began to sweat profusely.
“It’s complicated!”
“Sure, sure. I get it. Something tangled up with Kassan again, right? You two have been stuck together even during this Dark Festival.”
It was fortunate that Dick understood so readily.
His former roommate Dick knew that Kassan was a secret agent, after all.
“And, well, the reason I can’t introduce her is…”
“The reason?”
“Elizabeth… you… um…”
Thump.
Dick raised his palm in a stopping gesture. Like some tragic male protagonist, he shook his head as if to say he didn’t need to hear another word, covering his face with his other hand.
“Alas, though brief, I loved her!”
“…”
Simon smiled bitterly in silence and handed his wine glass to Dick. Dick drained it in one long gulp, then set the glass down with a flushed face.
“Ahhhh.”
Dick stared blankly at Rette for a moment, then dropped his head.
“I have a favor to ask, Simon!”
“Doesn’t seem like I have much choice, but go ahead.”
He lifted his head with a snap.
“Take me to Resshil! The city of beautiful men and women! My true love must be waiting for me there!”
Simon let out a light sigh and lifted Dick up by linking arms with him in a friendly embrace. Then he glanced to the side and shouted.
“Bill! Al! Your brother’s had way too much!”
“Seriously! We told you not to drink so much!”
“Why does this school even allow students to drink alcohol?”
Bill and Al came over grumbling, while Dick insisted he wasn’t drunk and caused a fuss.
“Do I really look that drunk to you? Huh?”
“Brother!”
“No, wait! Do I really look that drunk?”
“You’re drunk.”
“You! So what’s your evidence that I’m drunk?”
Simon gestured silently. Bone Armor encased Dick’s body, and he shot rapidly toward the Dormitory.
“I’m not drunk!”
The flailing of a heartbroken boy was painful to watch.

* * *
“So, in other words.”
Rette tidied up the story with a slightly bewildered expression.
“You rescued a kidnapped freshman on the very day of the entrance ceremony and sent her back to school, taught a lesson to the 3rd Years who were harassing you during hazing, swept every inter-school exchange match, defeated a professional assassin during the practical assessment, and with a single Dullahan you slew ten thousand monsters?”
“Yep! Yep!”
Rette’s expression turned distinctly grumpy, and she propped her chin on her hand.
“So you’re basically a Simon devotee? All you do is rattle off legendary tales without a single blemish in his record.”
“It just turned out that way as I was talking.”
Eshu laughed sheepishly.
“But it’s all true! And that’s just what he did during his 2nd Year. I heard he was amazing in his 1st Year too, but I didn’t know him back then.”
“…”
Rette propped her chin on her hand.
She’d thought Simon was popular everywhere, but now she understood why he would be.
He was leaving a considerable mark on the school.
“Good grief.”
Rette let out a hollow laugh.
“His image is carefully crafted. Everyone would be shocked if they knew what Simon really is.”
“Really? What is he actually?”
Eshu’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Curious, are you?”
“Definitely!”
“Well, Simon is…….”
Rette trailed off, lost in thought.
Dozens of Simon’s gentle smiles flooded her mind.
“Simon is……”
How he’d stepped in front of her to protect himself, taken her hand, sat across from her in that cramped carriage, remained at her side without complaint despite being covered in wounds, wielded the Sacred Scythe, awakened the Saint’s Power, and defiantly blocked the false goddess while proclaiming his truth.
-I am the proof that goddess is a fake, Rette.
Rette bit her lip in thought, and soon her lips curved into a smile of surrender.
“Honestly, I tried to think of something bad about him, but I can’t come up with anything.”
“Right, right?”
Eshu laughed in agreement.
“I guess he’s just that kind of person.”
Just then, Simon returned from saying goodbye to the guests and escorting the drunk Toto, walking toward them.
Eshu raised the remaining wine glass.
“It was a brief meeting, but we’re friends now, aren’t we?”
Friends.
A Saint befriending a Necromancer—it was ironic.
Besides, she was wearing the Perception Obstruction Artifact, so after a few days they wouldn’t remember her face well anyway, and she could simply walk away as if nothing had happened.
But.
-For now, let’s focus on the present rather than worry about the future.
Moved by some wind, Rette smiled and raised her remaining wine glass as well.
Clink!
They clinked their glasses together and drained the last sip.
Rette chuckled.
“You know, you remind me of my roommate.”
“Your roommate?”
Eshu’s eyes widened before she broke into a soft laugh.
“I don’t know who she is, but I’m sure she’s a beautiful and refined lady?”
Rette burst out laughing.
“She really is just like you.”
“Rette.”
Simon approached. Eshu exchanged a meaningful smile with him, then stepped aside. Rette spoke.
“Sorry, I don’t have much time left and work has been hectic.”
“It’s all right.”
The temperature had dropped sharply and the weather turned cold, so they decided to stop by Simon’s Dormitory Room to fetch their Robes before leaving.
Simon climbed the stairs, while Rette scaled the wall with practiced ease and slipped through the window.
“Let’s go then.”
Simon spoke as he draped the Robe over his School Uniform.
But then.
Chirp! Chirp-chirp!
A strange bird was perched on the bed.
“What is that?”
“It must have come in when I opened the window earlier.”
She glanced at it with little interest, focusing instead on the mirror in the room.
The bird waddled forward and stared at Simon intently. Something that looked like a Letter hung from its leg.
“It seems to be a carrier bird of some kind.”
Simon untied the Letter bound to the bird’s leg and examined the name on the envelope’s surface.
“Who sent this?”
Rette, who had been tidying her hair in the mirror, suddenly caught sight of Simon’s Letter and her face flushed scarlet.
‘Could it be……!’
Her pupils trembled violently. Just as Simon reached to open the Letter.
“Don’t look!!”
She cried out in alarm, rushed forward, and snatched the Letter from Simon’s hands.
“What’s wrong?”
“That’s the letter I sent you!”
Rette held up the envelope.
“See? I’m right, aren’t I?”
Then, in a panic, she hugged it to her chest. Simon stared at her in bewilderment.
“Well, yes, but you sent it to me, so I should be allowed to read it, shouldn’t I?”
“No!”
Her face flushed crimson as she cried out sharply.
“I came here and told you everything already! What’s the point of reading it? Come on, let’s go, hurry!”
“…All right, fine.”
Simon turned away without hesitation.
As Rette exhaled with relief, Simon discreetly moved his fingertips. The letter she’d been clutching slipped free from her arms.
“!”
Simon caught the letter with Cloud and grinned mischievously.
“Did you really think I’d fall for that?”
“Hey!!”
Rette shrieked and lunged at him. Simon quickly raised the letter above his head.
“You wrote it for me to read anyway, didn’t you?”
“Give it back!”
Rette rose onto her tiptoes, flailing her hands, but the height difference kept her just short of reaching it. As she pressed forward more desperately, Simon’s foot slipped.
Crash!
Their bodies tangled together. Rette forcefully wrested the letter from his grip.
Her face had turned so red it looked as though blood might drip from it.
“You’re really dead now…!”
“Student.”
Knock-knock-knock-knock.
A knock sounded at the door. Both of them fell silent at once.
“Simon, Toto—I thought I just heard a female student’s voice. Would you open the door for me?”
At those words, Simon’s face drained of all color.
It was the Dormitory Supervisor’s voice.

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