Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 100

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School — Episode 100
At the beach, pirates were stacking plunder they’d stripped from the town. Already the wooden crates filled with offerings had formed hillsides and walls of impressive height.
“Excellent! Absolutely excellent!”
Pirate Captain Gail lifted jewels from inside a crate, cackling with delight.
“Just as I thought — the riches of a wealthy territory shine brighter! Ha ha ha ha!”
“C-Captain!”
Gail turned. A pirate came sprinting toward him, both eyes bruised and blackened from some vicious impact.
“We need reinforcements, sir! The city is mounting a massive counterattack—!”
“What?”
Gail’s brow furrowed. The naval forces should have been neutralized completely.
“Remnants of the Blue Harbor navy?”
“N-no, sir.”
The pirate sweated profusely.
“Just civilians! The florist, tourists, a chef…”
“…Have you lost your mind?”
Just then — clang! — the reporting pirate’s eyes rolled back and he crumpled. Behind him stood a man dressed as a chef, grinning widely as he held up a frying pan.
“Gaaaaah!”
“Ughhhk!”
Beyond the wall of stacked wooden crates, pirates could be seen flying through the air.
Gail sprang to his feet.
“What’s happening?!”
Crash-crash-crash!
The stacked crates came toppling down as flying pirates slammed into them, and beyond the collapse, townspeople came striding forward with absolute confidence.
They really were a florist, a chef, tourists — ordinary folk.
‘Unbelievable. That report was actually true?’
A woman in a swimming suit was yanking a pirate by the collar, hurling him about and striking him hard.
Slap! Slap! With each blow, teeth scattered from the pirate’s mouth like buckshot.
‘I see.’
Gail’s expression turned grave. All these people were wearing something like bone armor.
The work of a necromancer. The only proper necromancer in Blue Harbor would be Pinch, which meant…
“So it was you. The boy in black robes.”
Behind the ordinary townspeople stood a boy in dark clothes, perspiration streaming down his face. Gail clicked his tongue and fingered his long mustache.
“We left Kizen for you to handle, and now this ambush? I knew dealing with that lot was a mistake!”
“Just now you said—”
Simon smirked crookedly.
“So you had a spy?”
“Hee hee hee! Believe whatever you like!”
The townspeople had already encircled Gail.
Now that they’d all been blessed with the superhuman strength of Simon’s Bone Armor, their confidence had reached its peak.
Yet Gail stood calm and unmoved, casually toying with his mustache.
“Attack all at once!”
The armored townspeople charged forward in unison. In that instant, Gail’s eyes flashed and his muscles bulged enormously.
Simon cried out in alarm.
“Wait—!”
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
A tremendous shockwave sent all ten townspeople flying backward at once. Several who’d taken the full brunt of the impact were blown clean out of their armor and lost consciousness.
“Hoo—”
The chef nimbly rushed in from behind and brought his frying pan down at Gail’s back, but Gail didn’t even look over his shoulder — he simply raised an arm to block.
Crack! The frying pan shattered against his bare skin.
“M-monster…!”
“Move aside, sir!”
The woman in the swimming suit drove in from Gail’s flank, opening her palm and striking out sharply.
Slashhhhh!
Gail’s head snapped violently to the side from the direct hit. A thunderous impact echoed out, wind scattered, and sand whirled around them.
Her strikes had been potent enough to knock teeth clean out of pirates’ mouths, one after another.
“How cute.”
Gail, bearing only a handprint on his cheek, grinned wickedly and leaned his face in toward her.
“Is this what they call a merit badge in your line of work?”
“Ah…!”
She stumbled backward in confusion.
Gail grasped the sword hilt at her waist, unleashing a burst of mana as she drew the blade. She squeezed her eyes shut and shielded her head with both arms.
Boom!
The tremendous wind pressure sent whirlwinds spiraling across the beach. Crouched in the sand, she trembled as her eyes fluttered open.
“Ah!”
Before her, Simon stood with one leg extended in a straight line. He’d kicked Gail’s sword arm upward with brutal force.
His leg quivered with the strain.
“So that’s why I couldn’t sense any Dark Element.”
Simon smiled, sweat streaming down his face. His gaze was fixed on the rippling magical energy dancing along Gail’s blade.
“An Aura user. First time I’ve ever seen one.”
“Ha! You should’ve come out sooner!”
Simon withdrew his leg and stepped back, speaking as he did.
“Everyone fall back. Without a Core, she’s an opponent we can’t handle.”
“Wait! I can still fight—”
Simon swept his arm outward, instantly dissolving all the Bone Armor he’d granted to the citizens.
Startled, they finally scrambled backward at a distance.
“Look.”
Gail rolled her neck as if stretching.
“I really hate Necromancers.”
……
“Truth is, once this is over, I was planning to kill that one too.”
She seemed to be talking about a traitor—and the likelihood that this traitor was also a Necromancer had just climbed considerably.
Simon could piece together roughly how events were unfolding.
But wanting to extract more definitive information, he allowed the conversation to continue naturally.
“To think someone still uses Aura in this day and age. Quite unusual.”
“Unusual?”
Gail twirled her sword as she spoke.
“That’s the problem with you Necromancers. Without any proof, you divide the mainstream from the marginal. And just because something differs from your own way, you dismiss Aura and pure magic as outdated relics.”
“I’ve never dismissed anything.”
“Have you not. The moment I showed you my Aura, I saw it in your eyes—like watching some curious creature in a zoo.”
Gail repositioned her grip, making a sharp, deliberate motion to hold the blade upright against her chest. Then she drove her right leg hard into the sand and charged forward.
‘Gauntlet Mode!’
Simon quickly pulled his right arm back. As bone plating covered his arm with crackling sounds, he drove his fist forward.
Crash!
Sand erupted like a fountain around Simon and Gail’s collision point.
Spark!
Simon’s Dark Element-armored gauntlet and Gail’s Aura-infused blade clashed, sending sparks flying as they locked in a battle of strength.
“Guh! Just as I thought—!”
Simon strained to push the blade back as he spoke.
“That motion of raising the blade to your chest—that’s the Sword Salute Stance of the Baldwin Kingdom Knight Order, isn’t it!”
“Oh! So you recognize it!”
Clang!
Gail put her full strength behind the blow, flinging Simon’s gauntlet away.
Yet she didn’t immediately press the attack. There was a hint of satisfaction in her eyes at Simon’s keen observation.
“Why hide it? I was born into a knight family—generations of them.”
‘A… pirate?’
In a world where Necromancers held sway, knightly families had withered into endless decline.
It was the flow of the times, but young Gail had refused to surrender.
She had honed the sword and Aura passed down through her family line, and finally, she’d passed the trials and successfully entered the knight order of a great territory. But then.
“Out of two hundred knights in the order, one hundred and ninety-eight had opened their Cores as Necromancers.”
A bitter smile played at Gail’s lips as she spoke.
The irony was crushing: Gail, the traditionalist, had become the outdated one within the order itself.
She was afforded no real opportunity to prove her worth. She’d been sidelined from major ceremonies because her sword couldn’t be darkened with the Black Element.
It was unbearable to watch these thugs with no chivalry, no disciplined bodies, no substance whatsoever, spouting drivel about practicality and usefulness.
Consumed by disillusionment, Gail eventually left the order and turned toward the sea, becoming a captain commanding three large pirate vessels.
‘A… professional criminal….’
Hearing this account, Simon felt his emotions churn with complexity.
“A student from Kizen, the pinnacle of Necromancers.”
Gail raised her sword high overhead. A pale blue mana rippled across the blade like a wave.
“This should be enjoyable—hunting you down.”
And with that, she swung the blade in a broad, straight arc.
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
The slash cut through the sand in a sweeping arc. Simon stepped back to evade it, and the onlookers screamed and scattered.
“I’ve faced more than a few Necromancers who thought they could challenge me by hunting pirates! But every last one of them lost their head to my blade!”
Gail laughed loudly.
“You’ll be no different! Kizen!”
Gail rushed forward, swinging his sword with an Aura blooming along its edge. Sand geysered upward with each stroke of the blade.
Simon sidestepped the third slash and arched his back, driving his fist upward. With a sharp crack, Gail’s face contorted—but he only grinned wider, already swinging his sword in response.
‘Tch!’
The blade grazed Simon’s chest. The School Uniform crackled with sound—its defensive enchantment activating.
“Again! More grappling tricks!”
Gail chuckled.
“Only a body honed through pure discipline determines a Martial Warrior’s strength! Techniques alone cannot carry you to victory!”
Simon crouched low to slip under the incoming blade, then planted his palm on the sand and drove his right leg upward in a rising kick aimed at Gail’s chin.
The kick connected with a crack, snapping Gail’s head back—but his sword never ceased its motion.
‘No impact at all?’
Simon pulled Dark Element beneath his feet and tumbled away, putting distance between them. Gail wiped blood from his lip and let out a low laugh.
“An unbreakable body and an iron will—that is all a Martial Warrior requires. Everything else is mere parlor tricks.”
“I understand your conviction, truly.”
Simon exhaled slowly and extended his right arm.
“But that doesn’t erase the crimes you’ve committed.”
Whoooosh!
Behind the direction of Simon’s outstretched hand, a massive creature rose from the sand.
He had secretly buried a Golem’s Core in the beach and fed Dark Element into it steadily, birthing a Sand Golem.
Or perhaps it was more accurate to call it a Sand Golem here, rather than a Mud Golem.
Screeeech!
What could barely be called an arm—more a pillar of sand—rose and crashed down upon Gail. He made no attempt to dodge, meeting the blow head-on with his body.
But the fine sand of the beach, unlike heavier earth, did not clump. Instead, it scattered across his body and invaded his eyes, nose, and mouth.
“Pah! Cough! Wretched nuisance!”
The instant Gail’s vision blurred, Simon moved like a flash, seizing the back of his head with a Bone Armor Gauntlet and launching himself skyward.
‘There!’
He drove Gail’s head downward toward a sturdy Safe—one of the treasures the pirates had plundered.
Boom!!!
The Safe crumpled with a thunderous crash. Any ordinary person would have had their skull shattered and died instantly, but Simon knew Gail’s durability.
‘Not finished yet!’
Simon opened a Pocket Dimension and retreated.
Potions crafted during poison-alchemy class poured from the Pocket Dimension onto Gail’s face and body, while Simon sent scattered bones careening through the air.
‘Shatter!’
The bones moved to strike the potions clinging to Gail’s body, shattering them. His entire form was drenched in paralysis toxin, lethal poison, and more.
“A knight does not…”
Gail pushed himself upright, trembling legs quaking beneath him.
“…fall!”
“Yes, I can see that.”
“You Necromancer filth! Using poison like cowards! Have you no shame!”
Gail charged forward with a roar.
Whoooosh!
His sword swung in a direct frontal slash. Simon simply leaned back at the waist, letting it pass.
Whoosh!
A diagonal cut came next. Simon twisted his head to avoid it, then snapped a counter punch into Gail’s face and pulled back.
“Ghh!”
Whoooooosh!
A horizontal slash followed—Simon sidestepped it, grabbed Gail’s collar, and drove his elbow into the man’s face. Blood and teeth flew from Gail’s mouth.
“Ngh! Cough!”
Gail staggered, pressing his forehead. The toxins made the world spin; he couldn’t stand properly.
“You bastard! What have you done to me!”
Fighting a poison-drunk Gail had become almost trivial.
Simon wove between the desperate slashes, rotating his body. His waist twisted, his heel lifted.
Craaack!
A perfect spinning heel strike crashed across Gail’s face like a work of art.
The sound of a hard shell cracking echoed as blood sprayed in all directions.
“I agree with you, actually.”
Gail’s body flew several meters through the air, skidding across the floor.
Simon walked toward him with measured, deliberate steps.
“I don’t think chivalry, Aura, swordsmanship—none of it is antiquated or obsolete. But.”
He watched Gail lie motionless, then brushed the dust from his hands with a sharp clap-clap.
“You’re just old.”

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