Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 107

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius, Episode 107
“Now, now, calm yourselves, won’t you.”
The man descended from his chair and spoke over his shoulder.
“In the end, Simon will make the choice, so isn’t it best we let him decide?”
The Curse Research Society President and Sadam clicked their tongues in frustration. The man stepped forward and placed a hand over his chest.
“I am Andrew, the third prince of the Dresden Kingdom. And the Noble is a gathering of those who will wield power over the federation in years to come.”
A prince? Royal blood here in Kizen?
When Simon moved to bow respectfully, Andrew raised a hand to stop him.
“None of that. Here in Kizen, only ability separates the strong from the weak.”
“Understood, sir.”
“Back to the matter at hand—the Noble is an organization that draws the grand designs of the Dark Alliance. When we come of age, conducting diplomacy between our respective factions will demand considerable political expense. But we are students, are we not? I believe there are things we can promise each other now, while we remain students.”
Andrew’s eyes shone with intensity.
“The Noble moves the continent as students.”
So that was what a gathering of the powerful meant. Simon nodded in understanding.
“Every student in Kizen wishes to join the Noble, but membership demands are strict. Your parents must be nobles of Marquis rank or higher, or possess equivalent wealth and influence. Your classmate Elisa has already joined our circle.”
That Special Class 7 who could summon ghost ships into the sky? It made sense somehow.
“But I don’t have any power to speak of.”
“No! You fall within the membership criteria as well. As Special Class 1, you qualify under special provision—”
“Ah, your mouth runs like a leaky faucet. Enough.”
Sadam pushed Andrew’s face aside and stepped forward. Andrew pointed accusingly, shouting repeatedly about how “commoners have no manners!”, but she paid him no mind and continued.
“Join Sadam, and I’ll teach you how to maximize the use of your SM-1 Blood and wield Infinite Darkness.”
Now the Curse Research Society President stepped forward.
“Is that all? You said you aspired to Summoning, didn’t you?”
He activated a Mana Projector he’d withdrawn from his robes. An undead image appeared—something with eyes that resembled rotting wood.
“This is Dead Byron, a rare cursed undead. We’ve already secured it, and I’ll provide it to you free of charge. I’ll even teach you how to operate it.”
“Listen here!”
“Curse Studies is inseparable from necromancy, and its applications are broad. Combined with your Summoning, it would create a powerful synergy—”
“Out of the way!”
Prince Andrew shoved both of them aside and strode to the center.
“What good is all that? Humanity is power, power! Everything we struggle for here is ultimately for future power, isn’t it? Joining the Noble is the fastest path to achieving our true aims—”
“Get lost!”
“You move! And while you’re at it, bathe—you reek!”
“It’s my constitution!”
The three seniors tangled together and began to quarrel. Simon exhaled softly and bowed respectfully toward them.
“My apologies. I’d like some time to think this through.”
Simon spoke only those words, then turned and walked toward the dormitory building.
The three watched his retreating figure, each wearing a smile of absolute confidence.
‘He’ll definitely come to our side!’

* * *
He gave the club matter little thought.
Simon returned to the dormitory, unpacked his things, and immediately headed into the Forbidden Forest, crossing over into Pier’s Ruins. He summoned all the Skeletons and Corpse Spiders from his Subspace, and finally, it was time for “that one.”
[Please summon it already, Legion Commander!]
“All right.”
Simon opened his Subspace and carefully withdrew the Overlord.
‘Damn, even seeing it again—absolutely insane.’
Pier, Erzsebet, and even the surrounding Skeletons and Corpse Spiders crowded closer out of curiosity.
But the Overlord, being cautious by nature, thrashed its long tentacles through the air, menacing the undead that tried to approach.
‘It’s genuinely extraordinary.’
The Kraken—evoking octopus, squid, or jellyfish—was unmistakably a boneless, cephalopod-type monster.
Yet here it stood, composed entirely of bone and manipulated by a Necromancer. To look at it, it seemed like an assembled bone octopus sculpture.
Simon reached out and stroked one of the Kraken’s tentacles.
According to Pinch’s earlier explanation, the Kraken’s bones had initially been too soft. After curing, a large quantity of Mithril—resilient yet flexible—had been infused into the skeletal structure. The move had been brilliant. The result was a blade both supple and razor-sharp.
‘Perfect.’
Simon established a Psychic Connection with the Kraken and tested moving its tentacles. The sight of the tentacles whipping freely through the air at his command felt exhilarating.
This was his first time controlling such a creature, so his command was still rough; but with a little practice, mastery would come quickly.
[Would you like to test it out?]
Erzsebet had somehow already picked up a flat slab of stone debris and waved it invitingly.
[Think of this as a target and try to strike it!]
Simon grinned and extended his right arm.
Whoosh!
A tentacle shot forward at terrifying speed. When its trajectory curved mid-flight, Erzsebet startled and hurled a stone upward, fleeing.
The tentacle pursued like a homing missile, piercing through the center of the rock.
[I-I’m sorry, Legion Commander!]
“Oh, my apologies. I’m still getting used to the control.”
But then.
Having wielded the Overlord only once, the sensation was tingling, intoxicating. Simon realized this was an undead that was genuinely fun to control.
[It’s exotic, certainly, but the power and speed are both flawless. Definitely worth the price. However!]
Pier crossed his arms.
[The Overlord has a fatal weakness.]
“What would that be?”
[The main body’s defensive capability is essentially nonexistent.]
That was undeniably true. Since the Overlord was not a naturally occurring undead, it could not maintain its form with bone alone.
It required so much artificial technique from the researcher that if this body were ever struck and destroyed—
[It could never be restored to its original state.]
Its original creator, Pinch, was long gone.
Once destroyed, that would be the end. The Overlord could not employ the Skeleton’s unique Restoration ability.
[To fully utilize it in actual combat, you’ll likely need much trial and error. But there’s no way around it—the Overlord is a unique undead that only you possess on this continent!]
“……A unique undead.”
[That’s right! So no one can teach you how to use it. You’ll have to discover the methods that suit the Overlord entirely on your own!]
“That’s certainly the case.”
Simon folded his arms and sank into contemplation.
“Ah! What if we tried this?”
Simon placed the Overlord back into the subspace.
“If external attacks pose a threat, why not keep the body safe in the subspace altogether? And then—”
Simon grasped an imaginary lever again.
“If I open the subspace like this and extend just the legs out…!”
Simon gestured into empty air. When nothing happened, he grunted and issued command after command, but the Overlord remained silent.
“What? Why isn’t it responding…?”
Whoooosh!
Suddenly the Overlord’s legs extended from the subspace and shot straight through, slamming into the wall of the Ruins directly ahead.
With a thunderous crack, the tentacle tip smashed through the wall and burrowed deep.
‘Wow.’
[Magnificent!]
Simon felt that electric thrill and issued another command to the Overlord to retract the tentacle. But again it gave no response.
[The psychic connection isn’t smooth when it’s in the subspace,]
Pier said.
[Since the Kraken was never meant to become a Skeleton in the first place, its psychic transmission is weak. Add the subspace into it and the effect drops drastically.]
‘Hmm.’
The power was undeniable.
But a crossbow that doesn’t fire even when you pull the trigger—one that only works if you pull it over and over, uncertain whether it will ever release—carried too much unpredictability to rely on as a primary weapon.
“There’s much to improve and research.”
Yet Simon’s heart raced.
How to fully harness this tremendous material—that was now his responsibility. There was endless room for advancement.

* * *
After spending time practicing the Overlord’s operation at Pier’s Ruins, Simon returned to the Dormitory.
There was a note from Dick on his desk, inviting him to study with the group members in an empty Lecture Hall.
Simon immediately gathered several textbooks and moved to the building Dick had indicated.
Outside, the second-year seniors were still pushing hard to recruit new members into their clubs. Simon understood that club registration closed tomorrow.
‘Clubs.’
Simon had given it thought, but nothing had truly captivated him yet. His mind was mostly elsewhere, preoccupied with the Overlord.
“……Hello.”
A voice in the silence made Simon startle, and he turned his head.
A male student with heavy dark circles and slumped shoulders approached. Simon caught sight of a red mark on his collar and bowed his head respectfully.
“Ah, senior. Please go ahead.”
“This… if you don’t mind, could you take it…?”
He held out a flyer.
“It’d be great if you’d consider it, but… you probably won’t show up anyway… *yawn*.”
He yawned and wandered off elsewhere.
Simon thought her an unusual person as he unfolded the flyer.

The name was decidedly odd. And among all the clubs Simon had been invited to join, this was the first he’d seen devoted to Summoning.
‘What exactly do they do here?’
“Huh? Hey! Simon!”
A cheerful face appeared from down the corridor. It was Merin.
“What are you doing standing outside the door? Why aren’t you coming in?”
With that, she brought her palm down hard against his back with a sharp slap.
Simon let out a strangled gasp and collapsed to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.
“Hey, hey! What’s wrong with you!”
She stepped back in shock, eyes wide.
“I’m still…… injured…….”
“In—injured? You should have said something sooner! Idiot!”
“……You didn’t give me time to say anything.”
The commotion drew Dick and Kamibarez to open the lecture hall door, wondering what had happened. Both were nibbling on pastries.
“……?”
They looked back and forth between Simon sprawled on the floor and Merin, whose face had flushed crimson as she hopped anxiously from foot to foot, at a complete loss.
“Merin…….”
Dick shook his head slowly.
“So jealousy and grades blinded her to the point of attacking her own friend.”
“That’s not it! You lunatic!”

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