Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 114

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Chapter 114
As the hood fell away and the face beneath was revealed, Simon’s pupils trembled as though the ground itself were shifting.
Simon already knew this person—no, more than knew: he saw him more than once a day.
‘Kazan Edvalt……!’
The faded gray hair, the long scar visible across the right eye, and those characteristically sharp, slitted eyes.
It was definitely Kazan.
Simon struggled even to collect himself from the shock, but he forced his mind to stay cold and asked:
[Tell me. Are you Priest?]
Kazan’s expression turned languid.
“Turn it around. Do I look like Priest to you?”
Simon bit his lip.
[I’m not in the mood for jokes.]
“The only answer that can come from me is naturally ‘no.’ In the end, it all depends on your judgment. Kill me or let me live—do as you please.”
Simon cooled his mind and recalled the fight with Kazan that had just taken place.
At the same time, he also thought back to the battle with Priest that had happened when he was with Kamibarez.
The two fought in completely different styles. Kazan relied entirely on Magic Combat, while the Priest he’d met then fought primarily with Dark Magic.
Of course, it was possible Kazan had fought using different methods to deceive Simon.
But if Kazan had mastered Dark Magic to a high level from the start, he would never have ended up in this situation, captured by Simon. If deception were the goal, Kazan had fought with complete sincerity.
Moreover, the unique atmosphere that emanated from a person, their gait, their bearing and habits—he could easily distinguish that these two were completely different people.
Yet Simon had not yet lowered the Great Sword he held to Kazan’s throat.
[Answer me. What were you doing in the Forbidden Forest?]
Kazan closed his eyes slowly.
“I was searching for the Priest who infiltrated Kizen.”
Simon pressed his lips together into a hard line. It was the exact same purpose as his own.
“I was searching the Forbidden Forest following traces of Priest when a strange woman claiming to be Priest approached me. I engaged her in combat to interrogate her. Does that answer satisfy you?”
[One last thing.]
Simon swallowed dryly and continued.
[Why are you pursuing that Priest?]
“I received a commission. Normally, revealing the client’s name is forbidden.”
Kazan looked at the Artifact Necklace hanging from Simon’s neck.
“But with you, it should be fine. The client is Neftis Akbold.”
Sheathe.
At last, Simon lowered his Great Sword.
-I’ve already left the investigation in the hands of trustworthy subordinates. We’re gradually finding leads.
This aligned with what Neftis had told him when they met at Lorain’s House.
Moreover, Kazan had directly shown Simon a Commission Letter bearing Neftis’s seal from a pocket dimension.
There seemed to be no further reason for suspicion.
“Though.”
Kazan scratched at the scar on his right eye.
“When did you obtain such a magnificent skull helm? Simon Polentia.”
[…….]
Simon let out a light sigh and then removed Pier’s Skull, lifting it back behind his neck.
“You realized it from the beginning?”
“Vaguely.”
Kazan smiled slightly.
“When you first cried out ‘Erzsebet,’ I recognized your voice and was about to come help. But I quickly realized you and that woman called Erzsebet were working together.”
“…….”
Just then, Erzsebet stood with her arms crossed, glaring fiercely in Kazan’s direction.
“I engaged you because there was a possibility you were Ephnel’s accomplice, but it seems that’s not the case. If you were truly Ephnel, you would have cleanly cut my throat as a witness. And.”
Kazan’s gaze turned once more toward Simon’s Artifact.
“The genuine article infused with Neftis’s power. That’s something even Priests cannot imitate.”
“What exactly is this thing?”
Simon said, fiddling with the necklace. Kazan dropped down onto the grass and pulled a Potion from a pocket dimension.
“You’ll learn the truth the moment you experience death itself. For now, just know that much.”
Then he began stripping off his clothes and pouring the Potion over his body in quantities.
[Boy. If you wish to kill him, this is your only chance.]
Pier warned from inside Simon’s mind. Simon’s gaze, too, was fixed on Kazan’s back.
[He saw the Legion. It would be troublesome if he spread that fact to Kizen’s side.]
‘……Leave it to me, Pier. It seems Kazan is likely one of Neftis’s people as well.’
Simon crouched down beside Kazan and helped apply the Potion to his wounds.
‘Ugh, this is going to hurt.’
The jet-black potion Kazan was using fizzed violently the moment it touched the wound, releasing an enormous plume of smoke. The bleeding stopped, and the gash sealed itself shut with a visible, forceful pull.
It must have hurt terribly—his face was hidden, but his shoulders trembled continuously.
“I’m so sorry, Kazan.”
“These things happen in a fight. You don’t need to apologize.”
The wound had closed quickly, though several scars now marked his body. Those scars crisscrossing his frame likely came from similar circumstances.
The two of them bandaged and treated his wounds while exchanging a more detailed account of events.
What surprised Simon most of all:
“You mean the Thief Guild I know of?”
“That’s right.”
Kazan was the son of the Thief Guild’s chief commander.
And there was more: Kazan was already a Completed Person. At merely eighteen years old, he was an undefeated monster—capable of single-handedly overpowering most professional necromancers.
Of course, he had suffered one defeat at the hands of Simon, the Legion Commander, but that was only because he’d faced an opponent far beyond the ordinary.
Yet Kazan spoke of himself not as a genius, but as a “manufactured monster.” He’d mentioned having some innate secret, though he’d refused to divulge what it was.
In any case, Kazan—whose level far exceeded that of any student and who needed to learn from no one—had come to Kizen only because of a commission from Neftis.
—There seems to be a spy of Ephnel’s somewhere inside Kizen.
Neftis’s commission was an undercover investigation.
After formally enrolling at Kizen, Kazan had focused more on his investigation than his studies.
That’s why he left the dormitory nearly every night and on weekends; during the day, when Simon saw him, he was pulling blankets over his head to catch up on sleep.
That Priest seemed to operate as part of Kizen during the day, but moved primarily at night to conduct “rituals,” and Kazan would leave at night to pursue the Priest, searching through every corner of Rocksum.
“Wait a moment! Kazan is a repeating student, so he was at Kizen last year too, wasn’t he?”
“Yes. That’s when Neftis commissioned me.”
Simon rubbed his chin.
Which meant Neftis had known since last year that the Priest’s spy had infiltrated Kizen.
“If you’ve provided that much information, you’ve paid the price for saving my life.”
Kazan pushed himself up and turned to face Simon.
“Simon.”
“Yes?”
“I will resolve this matter, no matter what. I’ll tell Neftis, so you need to step back. It’s too dangerous for you.”
Simon smiled broadly.
“It’s fine. I’m stronger than you anyway, aren’t I?”
“…….”
At those words, Kazan’s face hardened. The expression was so amusing that Simon nearly burst out laughing.
“……I’ll grant you that. But this isn’t about who’s stronger—it’s about safety. You focus on your life at Kizen with your friends. Savor the happiest years of your life.”
“No.”
Simon slowly rose to his feet and met Kazan’s eyes.
“That Priest wants my life, and I’ve nearly died because of them more than once. More importantly, the Priest has hurt my friends and endangered my other team members. I have my own reasons to pursue them.”
“…….”
Kazan let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his hair. He stood motionless for a moment, lost in thought, then looked back at Simon.
“……If Neftis had wanted to stop you, she would have.”
“What?”
“Fine. We have a clear shared objective. Let’s form a united front.”
This was the answer Simon had been hoping to hear.
“Your undead seem quite useful. I’d like you to keep covering the Forbidden Forest as you have been. And once a week, when that ‘loudmouth’ isn’t around, we’ll share what we’ve each discovered and narrow down the suspects for who the Priest might be.”
The loudmouth was probably Dick, Simon thought, and he nodded with a slight smile.
The night was growing deeper.
If they delayed their return to Kizen any longer, it would only cause problems, so the two of them began walking back while continuing their conversation.
“Ahem, ahem.”
Simon gave a small, deliberate cough and watched Kazan’s reaction closely.
“But you’re not asking me about myself.”
It would have been less awkward if he’d just asked outright. Kazan kept his eyes forward as he spoke.
“What do you think is the greatest risk for an agent of the Information Guild?”
“……Well, I’m not sure.”
Kazan tapped his own head thoughtfully before answering.
“Knowledge.”
Simon cocked his head, not understanding.
“There’s a saying: ‘Ignorance is bliss.’ Those who work for the Information Guild inevitably come to know dangerous information. But secrets grow more fragile the more people know them, and people want to eliminate the source of that fragility.”
Kazan exhaled softly.
“Those of us who traffic in information face greater threats the more we know. You don’t need to know information you don’t need to know. I’m exercising my right not to know.”
“Kazan…….”
Simon gazed at him with eyes touched by emotion.
[Kra-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!]
Suddenly, Pier’s resonant laughter echoed in Simon’s mind.
[What! The boy does have some sense after all! Do as you see fit!]
Even Pier had stopped urging Simon to kill Kazan.

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Dick, left alone in Room 409, felt his chest knot with anxiety.
‘I was told to avoid days when the sentries are patrolling. I should listen.’
Simon had gone down to Rochester. And today, Kazan is nowhere to be seen either.
“Ugh—forget it. I told you both clearly.”
That was when Dick was rolling around on his bed.
Bang!
Fresh from the bath, Simon and Kazan entered the dormitory room side by side, their wet hair wrapped in towels.
Dick’s eyes went wide.
“What—what is this? Why are the two of you together……?”
Completely unexpected. They were never a pair that fit.
Hadn’t they regarded each other as strangers? So why were they coming in together?
Kazan, as always, climbed onto the upper bunk and prepared to pull the blanket over himself, while Simon gathered his laundry.
“Kazan. I’ll take this to the laundry room as well.”
“……I’d appreciate it.”
Kazan replied and pulled the blanket over his head. Simon left the room with a quiet smile.
Click.
The door closed, and Dick, who had been sitting in stunned loneliness, suddenly raised his voice.
“What—what’s going on? Why did those two suddenly get close?!”
Dick jumped up from his seat.
“Wait, Simon! What’s the meaning of this……!”
Whoosh!
A pillow flew through the air and struck Dick’s face roughly. He toppled over with an “Oof!” sound.
“I thought I told you not to make noise before sleep.”
At the sight of those chilling eyes visible from beneath the blanket, Dick hastily returned the pillow to its proper place.
Kazan took the pillow back into his blanket, and within minutes, the sound of snoring could be heard.
‘Tsk! Why am I the only one still being treated the same as before!’
The one and only person untouchable by Dick’s natural wit and friendliness.
In truth, Dick harbored a quiet desire to grow closer to Kazan.

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