Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 648

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 648
“Simon and Toto, I thought I heard a female student’s voice just now. Would you mind opening the door?”
The administrator was an object of terror within the department, notorious for showing no mercy whatsoever and casting students directly before the disciplinary committee whenever procedure dictated it.
The Dormitory Supervisor, with her hook nose and stern expression, knocked sharply on the door.
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
“Is anyone in there?”
The Supervisor said nothing more.
She immediately pulled out a bundle of keys from within her robes, turned through them by touch alone until she found the one she wanted, and inserted it into the lock.
With a click, the door swung open and she stepped inside.
……
The Dormitory Room was already empty and barren.
The window was shut as well.
“Could we have imagined it?” the junior administrator who had come with her muttered.
The Dormitory Supervisor hesitated not an instant, striding forward to throw open the window. Then she stretched her arm out far, sweeping the space behind the frame, and soon plucked loose a single bone that had been clinging there.
The assistant’s eyes widened.
“Surely not……”
“Yes. They escaped through the window, then closed it behind them using the Bone Armor Technique.”
For a Supervisor who had climbed to her position through a long career as a dormitory administrator, such a trick was almost quaint. The administrator spoke with a grim face.
“Tomorrow morning, I will summon Simon and Toto to my office!”

The Supervisor did not answer at once, but looked out through the open window.
Waaaahhhhh!
Below, the Summoning Department students were loud with laughter and merriment. Eshu had just popped open champagne and her face was covered in foam, while her friends around her lay sprawled on the ground, giggling madly.
The Supervisor gazed at the students for a long moment, then closed the window and walked back. She set the bone she held down upon Simon’s desk and spoke.
“A single day should be acceptable.”
She left those words behind and turned to go, her back to them as she walked. The assistant stared after her in shock.
‘The Supervisor just……?’
It seemed the sun would rise in the west tomorrow.

As the Dark Festival drew to its close, the hour of parting had come at last.
Simon arrived at Grerion Cave together with Rette.
Now that they had captured Ever Kire, the mood in this place had grown considerably lighter. Even though everyone was exhausted from successive nights of hard work, their faces wore unmistakable smiles.
“I’ll keep thinking about this even after we leave.”
There was quite an amusing sight: a single Paladin and a Necromancer had, at some point, become friendly enough to be playing cards on a stone table together.
Most Paladins held fast to their faith, standing firm and steadfast, yet there were certainly those who would laugh loosely now and then, trading jokes with Necromancers as though they were old companions.
Simon thought the sight of it was beautiful.
And then.
“Hnnnnghhhh―”
A familiar figure sat slumped in a chair, utterly spent. Simon burst into a wide grin and ran toward her.
“Harvest Maiden!”
The Harvest Maiden looked up at Simon and slowly raised her hand.
“Long time, huh. Student Council President.”
“I’m so relieved you’re safe!”
“Hnnngh.”
Suddenly, grass sprouted up from beneath Simon’s feet and began to tickle his cheek. Simon laughed and stumbled backward with an “Ahahaha!”
“Now, now, don’t tease!”
“Wasn’t me.”
The Harvest Maiden shrugged her shoulders.
“My Authority is manifesting automatically. Guess this power likes the Student Council President.”
“You shouldn’t say such things! Ugh, that tickles!”
Step.
The Harvest Maiden’s head turned.
“Ah. You’ve worked hard. Saint of Stars.”
“Yeah, right.”
Rette brushed her bangs aside with an exasperated expression.
“Because your predecessor here got dragged into all this, I ended up doing backbreaking work. The name ‘Harvest Maiden’ must be weeping.”
“Couldn’t be helped.”
She melted into the chair like slime.

“That fanatic dragged me into some strange space and made me fight a false goddess. Holy Magic didn’t work on her.”
It seemed Simon and Rette had fought that ‘false god’ together. Rette snorted dismissively.
“False god or not, if it were me, I’d have won no matter what.”
“You forgot about losing your mind there… Ow!”
Rette pinched Simon’s ribs. He doubled over, massaging the spot, while she turned her head away with a huff.
“It seems it’s time for us to part ways.”
Tap. Tap.
Aleister, the sole raven agent who had led this investigation team, was approaching. The Necromancer agents bowed respectfully.
“Neftis has asked me to convey her gratitude once more to both of you Saints. We shall never forget the aid you’ve rendered us this day.”
“Skip the flowery talk between enemies.”
The Harvest Maiden waved her hand dismissively.
“You prepared the items I requested, yes?”
“Of course. Please verify for yourself.”
Aleister drew a box from his Subspace and presented it. The Harvest Maiden opened it and nodded with satisfaction.
Inside lay a human hand, preserved intact and untouched by decay.
“The great sacred relic, the Priest’s Right Hand. Confirmed returned.”
Rette’s eyes widened as she stared at the Harvest Maiden.
“Wait, just a moment! We came here with a promise of compensation?”
“What are you saying now? Of course we did.”
The Harvest Maiden rubbed her eye corners. Rette’s face flushed as she spoke.
“I never heard anything about this from Israphil!”
“So you came purely for the noble purpose of preventing war? You’re still young. This is what adult business looks like.”
Simon, watching from the sidelines, smiled wryly.
Israphil—idealist, yes, but someone who quietly knew how to secure what mattered.
“And a relic of this caliber should be extracted from the Dark Alliance as compensation—”
The Harvest Maiden closed the Sacred Relic Box, a smile playing at her lips.
“Should anyone discover we were here, we’ll have an excuse ready. Remember that.”
“I see…”
Kassan, watching from a distance behind the others, scratched at the scar beneath his eye and muttered.
“The Priest’s Right Hand—a larger expense than anticipated.”
Aleister acknowledged the remark.
“Neftis’s resolve to prevent war runs deep indeed.”
Just then, a Communication Crystal in Aleister’s pocket chimed. After receiving the report, he spoke.
“The Teleport Magic Circle is ready. We move now.”
Soon everyone moved toward the Teleport Magic Circle.
They exchanged farewells, people who had grown somewhat close over the past few days saying their goodbyes.
Aleister spoke with the Harvest Maiden, while Kassan exchanged information with one of the Paladins.
“It’s a shame we couldn’t spend the night with that fresh older sister.”
The blonde Paladin winked lazily as she spoke. A female Necromancer agent laughed and raised her middle finger.
“You’re crazy. Doesn’t your goddess whip your asses for that?”
“Reproduction is sacred, so the goddess will surely forgive us.”
There were some who had grown close enough to exchange such banter.
While everyone was busy.
“Rette.”
Simon approached her in the commotion. She brushed her hair back awkwardly, a soft sound escaping her lips.
“I was glad you came all the way to our school to help. Make it back safely. And give Israphil my regards.”
She smiled playfully.
“Next time, it’s your turn to visit Efnel, you know?”
“I’d probably adapt too well—that’d be the real problem.”
The two stifled quiet laughter, then their eyes met.
“…….”
“…….”
There were countless things to say, but now that the moment of parting had arrived, the words somehow wouldn’t come.
Then Rette glanced around at the bustle, took a sharp breath, and stepped closer.
Simon felt something like pale smoke unfurling around them.
And then.
“!!”
White hair brushed against white hair, and the scent of lilies bloomed between them. Warmth and comfort followed.
Rette was embracing Simon.
Caught entirely off guard, Simon’s face burned crimson. At that moment, something slipped into his pocket.
‘What is this?’
Rette quickly pulled away from Simon, her cheeks flushed a delicate rose, and turned her head.
“W-well then, I’ll be going.”
She bolted toward the Teleport Magic Circle as if fleeing.
The Harvest Maiden stepped through first, and then it was Rette’s turn.
“Farewell, Maiden! Safe travels!”
“If we meet on the battlefield, watch over me a little!”
Simon waved his hand as well.
‘Take care, Rette.’
She waved back with a smile. A blue glow enveloped her.

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After sending off Rette and the Sacred Federation delegation, and disbanding the temporary investigative unit to capture Ever Kire, Simon exchanged farewells with Kassan and Aleister before returning to his dormitory room.
Toto lay sleeping soundly, oblivious to the world after drinking too much wine at the party.
-Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
The bird that had delivered the letter still refused to leave, hopping about restlessly in the dormitory. It clearly intended to depart only once Simon had affixed a reply to its leg.
Simon provided the bird with some water and food.
“Phew.”
After changing into his nightclothes, he flopped onto his bed and drew out Rette’s letter, then tore it open with a crackle.
When the bird had first arrived, the seal had been properly fastened, but it was now torn open—Rette must have broken it.
Simon extracted the letter and examined it.
-To Simon.
Rette’s neat, precise handwriting flowed across the page.
-I received a letter from Master Anna. She mentioned she was looking for a way to send a letter directly to Sky Island, so I’m forwarding it. The bird acting as a messenger is a type of Divine Beast, she said. If you write a reply and tie it around its leg, it will know how to fly far and safely pass through the Sky Island gate on its own.
Simon turned the page with a faint smile.
-It seemed too abrupt to send only the instructions, so I thought I’d write a bit about how I’m doing. I’m still attending classes at Efnel while training to become a Saint. There’s so much they want me to do, so much I need to know. Here I meet every type of human scum imaginable.
She went on to describe her life as a Saint and the diverse array of people she’d encountered. Simon lost track of time as he became absorbed in her story.
‘The Kizen Student Council President role was easy in comparison.’
Her path required transcending humanity to become a demigod—it was far stricter and more treacherous. Simon read on with renewed satisfaction in his own position.
-I think I’ve been complaining too much. How are you getting by at Kizen? I heard you became Student Council President. When I imagine you walking around with your shoulders tense and your back rigid, it makes me want to grind my teeth. If you fall into my hands, I’ll bend your spine backward.
He felt a chill.
Simon instinctively felt his back to confirm his spine was still intact, then turned the page.
-Do you remember? You promised you’d come to the Dark Alliance during the next break. I’ll do my best to visit to see Master Anna, but the Saint training schedule might prevent me from making it. Still, you’ll wait for me at Resshil—that’s an order. I want to see the Divine Beasts you’ve been raising. I need to check how much your Holy Magic skills have improved.
-Actually, the atmosphere at Efnel has been unsettling. I worry about when war might break out, when the borders might close. But if we do manage to meet again during the break, I definitely want to—
!@!%!^!^@%!
Simon saw the words next to this passage had been furiously scribbled over with a quill pen.
The ink wasn’t quite dry, so it was clearly Rette’s doing. Through those scratched lines, he could almost see her embarrassed face.
Simon let out a soft laugh.
“Ah, now I’m really curious what you were going to say.”
He draped the letter across his face and spread his arms wide.
The bird chirped and flew over, tapping his arm insistently with its beak, as if demanding he write a reply.

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Rocksum.
Kizen headquarters, Neftis’s office.
“Ah, got through!”
Neftis said.
From the communication crystal came a steady stream of static—crackle, hiss—accompanied by the sound of wind whooshing wildly.
“Hey there! Commander! You busy?”
Crackle!
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
The signal quality seemed poor.
After a moment, a voice came through.
-I am at leisure.
The tone was measured and serene.
Neftis bounced up from her chair in excitement and let out a whine.
“Ugh! You’re the worst! Do you know I’ve tried calling the Northern Commander over a hundred times before this signal finally connected?”
-I am occupied. I shall disconnect.
“Wait! Wait! Just hear me out!”
She laughed with a slight smirk, lifting her quill pen.
“Commander! Have you heard anything about the 7th Legion?”
-…Yes.
“Wow, news reached you even in such a remote place! Things must be quite chaotic out there!”
-I have no information regarding the identity of the 7th Legion Commander.
Neftis waved her hand dismissively.
“You think I contacted you just to ask about that?”
-…So you already know who he is.
“Yes. But he still has too many vulnerabilities as a Legion Commander to reveal to the world. It’s too dangerous besides. So.”
Neftis’s lips curved upward in a frightening smile.
“I think it’s best if the Legion Commander teaches him personally.”
A moment of silence fell over the Communication Device.
Then.
Beep- beep-
“Wait! Commander! Commander!”

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