Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 112

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 112
“Hurry up! This way, everyone!”
That evening, Simon and Benya stopped by Rochester. They were there to meet Gelen, the craftsman who had created Simon’s Pocket Dimension Ring.
‘But why are we running like this!’
Sometimes a person could be too full of energy.
Despite their urgent business, Benya bounded ahead laughing loudly—”Ha-ha-ha!”—waving to every single Rochester resident they passed. Without exception, they all recognized her; the Vanilla Group’s Benya was a household name.
“By the way, Simon.”
“What is it?”
“Isn’t it illegal to leave Rochester on a school day? Is it really okay to reveal our identities like this?”
He’d changed out of his School Uniform, thrown on a robe, and pulled up his hood to avoid the notice of school officials. Yet Benya waved at every passerby as if it were a parade.
Benya grinned, flashing white teeth.
“Of course it’s not okay!”
“……?”
“If we get caught, we’ll just call it a vacation and take the discipline. No big deal!”
Was it the ease that came with being a second-year student, or was it simply her nature? Either way, she remained someone Simon could never quite understand by his own standards.
Fortunately, they arrived at their destination without incident.
The meeting place was a small café in the city. After ordering drinks and climbing to the second floor, they found a man already seated at a table.
A middle-aged man in an outdated autumn-brown coat and a felt bowler hat.
As Simon and Benya came up the stairs, he spotted them and rose with a bright smile.
“Hello, Gelen!”
Benya waved first in greeting. The man removed his hat and held it neatly against his chest as he bowed his head.
“It’s been a while, miss.”
…….
Both Simon and Benya were momentarily at a loss for words. When Gelen removed his bowler hat, the startling baldness at the crown of his head became glaringly apparent—made all the more conspicuous by the contrast with the long sideburns on either side.
Simon closed his eyes, and even the usually animated Benya found herself looking away.
Gelen, apparently oblivious, replaced his hat and turned to Simon.
“Could this be the student……!”
“Yes. I’m Simon Polentia from Kizen.”
“Ah, delighted!”
The two shook hands.
“I heard all about it! You can imagine my shock when I learned that the person who purchased my finest work was Kizen’s Special Admission Student Number One! Ha-ha! As someone in this profession, it’s nothing short of an honor!”
“The honor is mine. I use the Pocket Dimension Ring all the time, and it’s been invaluable.”
The three settled into their seats and began a proper conversation.
“I understand from the young lady that you’d like to commission a custom Pocket Dimension Ring this time.”
“Yes!”
“I’d like to see the undead in person if I may. Would that be acceptable?”
“Of course.”
The second floor was empty save for the three of them, and the space was ample. Simon immediately brought out the Overlord.
“Oh…… is this the one!”
Gelen could barely contain his excitement. Though he’d seen it plenty yesterday, even Benya’s eyes gleamed with interest.
Simon moved his legs lightly, mimicking an attack on an imaginary opponent.
“Like this. I want to strike at my target while keeping only my legs outside the Pocket Dimension.”
“Ha-ha, impressive! Truly impressive!”
The excited Gelen returned to the table and drew a small pouch from inside his coat.
He emptied the pouch’s contents onto the table with a soft clatter—a collection of accessories: rings, earrings, necklaces.
“What about this one? Or perhaps this?”
Curiosity piqued, Simon approached to watch Gelen sorting through the pieces.
“What are all these?”
“Ah, every single item on this table is a Pocket Dimension!”
Simon’s eyes widened. The table now resembled a display of dozens of estates.
“To be more precise, these are prototypes that never made it to official production—’shelved works,’ shall we say. I never create two identical pieces. When a new inspiration strikes, I make it first. Then, if practical concerns arise, I set it aside. These are those pieces.”
He lifted a smooth ring and showed it to Simon.
“I’m told you’re short on time.”
“Yes, I have an important Evaluation coming up soon…….”
“I can remain in Rocksum for only about four days. To create a Pocket Dimension within that window, it would be far better to customize one of these shelved works into your custom ring rather than craft something entirely new. The cost would be considerably lower, and completion within the timeframe would be feasible.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“You can really do it in four days?”
“I’ll do my very best. However, there are certain conditions you’ll need to agree to regarding the product.”
Gelen continued.
“First, a custom Pocket Dimension is a bespoke product, so I cannot recommend using it outside its intended purpose. Second, because it will require abnormal output beyond its standard function, there is some risk of overload. I cannot know the exact nature of that risk until the piece is complete. Is that acceptable to you?”
The item Simon was to receive couldn’t be found on the open market. And if the risk involved wasn’t a product defect but rather the danger of “overload,” that was something he could absolutely understand and accept.
Simon nodded.
“All right then. By any chance, is the craftsman…?”
As he spoke, Simon glanced down at the Pocket Dimension Ring on his right hand.
The standard version had cost five thousand Gold, so how much would this custom piece run him? He only had a thousand Gold to his name.
Gelen closed his eyes, seeming to deliberate on the price as well.
“You’ll give him a good rate, won’t you, Gelen?”
Suddenly Benya burst in with a bang, leaning her elbows on the table and smiling brightly with her chin resting on her hands.
“For my sake, at least.”
‘This woman is insane.’
Simon sighed inwardly.
Please stop, senior… In a transaction like this, that approach won’t work on someone like him….
“Hmm.”
But Gelen was wearing an unexpectedly warm, paternal smile.
“It’s not necessary for the young lady to appeal to me at all.”
Gelen turned to look at Simon.
“Having Kizen’s Special Admission Student Number One use my products is itself tremendous publicity. I’ve decided to factor that into my consideration.”
“Excellent!”
Benya laughed broadly and threw her hand out. Simon, his face alight, high-fived her and turned back to Gelen.
“The advance payment is five hundred Gold.”
Gelen said.
“After that, depending on the materials required, magical effects, and associated costs, the price could rise by several hundred Gold. The maximum will be set at one thousand Gold. Will you proceed with the transaction?”
A custom Pocket Dimension made just for Simon—this wasn’t merely acceptable. And his budget would just barely hold.
Simon nodded quickly, before Gelen could change his mind.
“We’ll proceed, Gelen.”

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The conversation had concluded well.
Gelen committed to beginning work immediately, and Benya decided to handle her remaining business in Rochester before returning to Kizen.
Simon walked the night road alone.
“Nice weather tonight.”
Buoyed by anticipation of the new Pocket Dimension, even the cold night breeze felt pleasant. The rustling of leaves in the wind sounded refreshingly crisp to his ears.
Now he just had to make it back to Kizen safely while avoiding the sentries. Having snuck out of school more than once or twice by now, even the night paths had become familiar to him.
[Boy.]
Pier spoke to him.
[You entrusted a considerable sum to someone you’d just met. Is this Gelen fellow trustworthy?]
“More than anything, it was Senior Benya who arranged the meeting.”
Since the Vanilla Group chairman’s daughter had personally brokered the introduction, he felt the credibility was certain.
And given that Gelen was a respected figure in his field, the likelihood he’d swindle a Kizen student out of five hundred Gold was virtually zero.
‘The price isn’t the issue—whether he can finish it on time is what matters.’
There was a reason the Pocket Dimension needed to be completed quickly. His next Duel Evaluation opponent was Malcom, Special Admission Student Number Ten.
Simon was facing a Special Admission Student for the first time. He’d become Number One on Nephthys’s recommendation, but in truth, all Special Admission Students were selected only if their achievements and abilities were proven beyond doubt. Their strength was indisputable.
And he’d heard information about Malcom from Dick, who’d explained with an interesting example.
-There’s a famous senior from second year I know who runs a betting pool. Second-year students actually get pretty invested in the first-year Duel Evaluations and throw down money for fun, but the winning percentages were honestly shocking.
At that point, Dick’s expression had been grimmer than ever.
-Malcom’s winning rate is over eighty percent across the board. That’s genuinely rare. The seniors haven’t witnessed your abilities firsthand, right? Without information, it’s only natural that Special Admission Number One would beat Number Ten, but for the odds to swing this far means everyone is that certain of Malcom’s victory.
While student betting pools couldn’t exactly be called reliable sources, it was worth taking seriously. This Duel Evaluation wasn’t going to be easy.
To secure victory over Malcom, the Mud Golem and Skeleton Archer wouldn’t be enough. He had to raise his mastery of the Overlord to a high level by the day of the Duel Evaluation, no matter what.
‘Once I’m back, I can squeeze in just three more hours of Overlord training.’
-Kee-ree-ree-ree-ree!
It was then. Erzsebet’s Corpse Spider appeared in front of Simon as he headed toward Kizen.
Simon crouched down and looked at the Corpse Spider.
“What’s the matter?”
-Kee-rick! Kee-ree-ree!
The Corpse Spider scratched an X marking on the ground with its two front legs.
The moment Simon saw that marking, his heart dropped.
The Corpse Spider’s “X marking twice” could only mean one thing.
‘…Priest has appeared!’
That night beneath the full moon was still vivid in his memory.
Running from the sentries with Kamibarez, he’d accidentally witnessed Priest engaged in prayer to his god—and came close to being killed.
That eerie gaze within the hood would be something he could never forget for the rest of his life.
‘Pier!’
[I just received the report myself! Get to the forest!]
‘I’m heading out right now!’
Simon stamped the Absolute Black beneath his feet and bolted toward the Forbidden Forest.
As he tore through the undergrowth in a blind sprint, Simon’s mind drifted to what Nephthys had told him.
-Remember the Cyclops Evaluation last time? The Cyclops your team faced wasn’t especially strong because of drug side effects or curses from the capture itself—someone deliberately intervened.
Simon could feel Priest’s grasp reaching farther and farther into his awareness.
That’s why they’d released Erzsebet’s Corpse Spiders throughout the Forbidden Forest, so they could alert him immediately if Priest appeared.
The next phase would be Erzsebet disguising herself as someone connected to Priest, then extracting information from him.
If they were discovered or the plan failed, they’d either subdue Priest or fall back and notify Loraine, then investigate every route leading into Kizen.
“Huff! Huff!”
He couldn’t afford to miss this—not this time. Simon burst into the middle of the Forbidden Forest, his breath ragged and heavy.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-crack!
In the distance, he heard an enormous explosion and the sound of trees crashing down.
Things had gone wrong.
Combat had already begun.
‘…You have to be safe! Erzsebet!’
The opponent was a professor-level powerhouse.
Simon poured on speed, the Absolute Black propelling him forward with everything he had.

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