Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 116

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 116
The Noble club room was located on the top floor of the second-year central building.
From a place overlooking the beautiful vista of Kizen—ringed by mountains, rivers, and fortress walls—a man walked across the carpeted floor. The second-year students who saw him whispered in hushed tones.
He was bound to become an issue within the Noble.
Malcolm Randolph, the first-year special admission student number 10. He had been summoned to the Noble.
Whoosh.
A second-year girl waiting at the door gave a light wave of her hand. Malcolm nodded curtly in acknowledgment and turned his gaze toward the door.
“You ready, first-year?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“The prince… no, the chairman. A first-year has arrived.”
The girl opened the door for him.
The interior of the luxurious room was revealed, but the lighting was dim. The antique furniture, tables, and fruit arranged on plates all appeared as if their color had faded.
And seated in a large chair reminiscent of a throne was a man.
André, the chairman of the Noble and the third prince of the Dresden Kingdom. He sat with an arrogant posture, his legs crossed and his chin resting on his hand.
“Sit.”
“Yes.”
As Malcolm sat in the chair, André made a beckoning gesture. A woman in a maid’s dress approached with silent footsteps and set a teacup and refreshments before Malcolm.
Malcolm bit back a curse.
‘…This is insane.’
This woman wasn’t a subordinate.
André had dressed a second-year girl from Kizen—his equal in standing—in a maid’s outfit and was treating her like a servant.
She too seemed ashamed of the situation, her head bowed low.
‘So the rumors were true.’
Malcolm didn’t know what leverage André had over her, but if the school council or faculty found out, it would turn the entire academy upside down.
However, if anyone tried to expose this and make it public, the world would simply dismiss it as the foolish games of a reckless prince, and André, as a royal, would receive only a token reprimand and move on. Meanwhile, the whistleblower would endure a living hell.
Having witnessed such injustices many times before, Malcolm adapted to the situation quickly. He even waved at the senior girl dismissively, as if she were a servant.
She bowed her head and left, and André, pleased with the sight, smiled faintly.
“Do you understand why I called you here?”
“I have no idea, sir.”
Malcolm answered plainly and lifted his head.
“My very presence here would damage the reputation of the Noble, wouldn’t it?”
“I’m aware. You’re the son of a vulgar gang leader, after all.”
At the word vulgar, Malcolm’s eyebrow twitched, but he showed no further reaction.
The core issue was why the third prince of the Dresden Kingdom had summoned him in the first place.
And what André said next was more than enough compensation for Malcolm’s restraint.
“I’ll give you a chance to join the Noble.”
The maid girl from before approached and carefully set down a quill pen and an admission form.
“If you have any sense at all, you’d understand that this opportunity is a crucial turning point in your life.”
“…”
André leaned forward and interlaced his fingers.
“A chance for your trash gang to connect with the power players of the Dark Alliance. If your father hears about this, he might jump for joy.”
Gangs engaged in crime and were violent organizations, but they needed to collude with regional factions and central powers to keep their operations running smoothly.
Yet if they could only gain entry to this place, filled with the real power brokers of the Dark Alliance, the gang’s influence could grow several times over.
“…What are the conditions?”
Allowing the son of a gang leader into the Noble was like splashing sewage on a precious pearl.
Malcolm wondered what impossible condition could justify accepting such a blow to the organization’s external image.
“Nothing major.”
André laughed with a slight sneer.
“Your duel assessment opponent is special admission student number 1, Simon Polentia.”
“Yes, sir.”
“He rejected our invitation to join.”
André ran a hand through his hair.
“It’s humiliation beyond all humiliation. With any other student, we’d just brush it off, but for the number 1 special admission student to reject the Noble and join another club—they say it’s the first time in twenty years. Twenty years. An extremely important precedent has been broken.”
André ground his teeth.
“And it had to happen while I’m chairman of the Noble.”
“…”
“Whispers from outside are already pouring in like mad. At this rate, even after I graduate, I won’t be able to face the eyes of my predecessor chairmen.”
André leaned back against the chair with a tired expression and sighed deeply. Then he picked up a wine glass beside him and took a sip.
“So what you’re asking me to do is retaliation?”
“No. Not retaliation, but the observance of tradition.”
André’s eyes gleamed as he spoke.
“There’s a saying in Kizen, isn’t there? Be wary of the Noble. Cross the Noble and things turn ugly. Something can be going perfectly, but the moment the Noble marks you, everything starts to unravel. I’m simply recreating these common conventions once more.”
André drew something from his pocket and tossed it to Malcolm.
It was an artifact bearing the very seal of the Dresden Kingdom’s royal house.
“Senior. Borrowing another’s artifact during a Duel Assessment violates the rules…….”
“It’s not a loan.”
André smiled sharply.
“It’s a down payment. From this moment on, this artifact is yours. You can even register it as your property in Kizen if you wish.”
“……!!”
Malcolm’s mouth fell open.
“Before a crowd of spectators, use this artifact’s power to overwhelm Simon by a decisive margin. And the moment the duel ends, you mark it with this sign.”
André swept his hand back and forth, tracing the letter R.
That was the seal of the Dresden royal house.
It was clear: defeat Simon, and credit the victory to the Noble and André.
“I understand what you’re asking, sir.”
From Malcolm’s position, there was no reason to refuse.
The situation was easy enough to grasp.
André’s pride had been deeply wounded, and he was facing external pressure as well. So he wanted to make Simon—who had rejected him so publicly—pay a price, and restore the Noble’s authority. To do this, he was treating Malcolm as the Noble’s game piece.
It was entirely reasonable. In this world, a nobleman’s pride was worth more than life itself.
“I’ve been lying low because of all these issues lately, but it won’t do. We need to show what happens to those who defy us through the fall of Special Case One. Soon everyone will know the truth: Simon Polentia was never qualified to enter the Noble in the first place.”
Now Malcolm could see exactly what picture André was painting.
“I accept your directive, but wouldn’t it send an even stronger message if you, Senior, stepped in and crushed him yourself?”
“You understand nothing of dignity.”
André laughed loudly.
“And more than that, there are professors who look favorably upon Simon Polentia. The Curse Research Society and Sadam both moved to recruit him—what does that tell you? Professor Bahil and Professor Silaji are backing him.”
“Understood. Then I’ll break him directly through legitimate means.”
Malcolm downed the hot tea before him in one gulp, then pocketed the artifact and traced the R seal of the Dresden Kingdom.
“I’ll show them before all these people that the Noble is still alive.”
André grinned wickedly.
“That’s exactly it.”

* * *
Simon found it difficult to focus on his classes that day.
And for good reason.
“Listen! Gelan finished your Subspace artifact. He says to come pick it up today?”
The Overlord’s dedicated Subspace artifact was finally complete.
His body sat in the lecture hall, but his mind had already fled to Rochester. He couldn’t stop thinking about the artifact.
The moment classes ended, Simon bolted straight for the Mutant Club room.
“Senior! Hurry!”
He badgered Benya into making preparations, then used Kevin’s stable route to slip past the city walls.
“Wow, Kizen has a place like this? You’re only a first-year, but you really know these spots well!”
Benya marveled continuously as they crawled through the narrow tunnel, gazing curiously at the stalactites and the underground water trickling past before she spoke.
“Listen! Can’t I go ahead?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“……Well, just no.”
The two of them safely passed through the narrow tunnel and emerged in Rochester. The meeting place was a quiet clearing on the outskirts of the city.
“Miss! Student Simon! I’ve been waiting for you.”
Gelan lifted his bowler hat to his chest and bowed deeply. His hairline had receded further—the crown of his head was now completely bare—but Simon politely ignored it and returned the greeting.
“Gelan! Is it really finished?”
“Yes, I’ve been working day and night, but I’m glad I could meet the deadline! Here it is.”
Gelan held out a ring case. Simon took it at once and opened it.
Where the previous Subspace Ring had shimmered with prismatic light, this one gleamed with brilliant gold.
As Simon hastily tried to slip the ring on, Gelan added a note:
“Ah, that ring should go on your left hand.”
“Really?”
Simon put it on his left hand as instructed.
“Now, to test it immediately: to open the Subspace, the motion pattern is to hang your left hand relaxed at your side, then open your fist and close it, then simultaneously open and close your index and middle fingers, then open and close your fist once more.”
Simon nodded and performed the sequence exactly as instructed.
With a deep hum, the Subspace opened behind him.
“Wow!”
It was a custom size that perfectly filled when the Overlord entered it. Since Simon had only intended to place the Overlord in this pocket dimension anyway, it was more than sufficient.
Simon withdrew the Overlord from the original subspace, then combined his strength with Benya and Gelan to place it into the new pocket dimension.
Pop!
Whoosh!
As the Overlord entered, magic circles on the floor beneath the subspace lit up. In an instant, the entire pocket dimension brightened as if someone had switched on the lights.
“We’ll keep the main subspace illuminated so you can grasp its structure. Now, all the preparations are complete. Please channel your Dark Element into the ring.”
“Of course!”
As Simon infused Dark Element into the ring, elegant black patterns emerged on its previously smooth surface.
“First, the basic function. This ring reads the user’s intent. You need only focus on opening a pocket dimension within a five-meter radius around you.”
“That’s all it takes?”
“Yes, that’s all.”
Simon swallowed hard and gazed toward the right side of his shoulder. Then—
Hum!
A pocket dimension opened instantly. Simon habitually controlled the Overlord’s psychic intent, and—
Screeeech!
The Overlord’s leg stretched out through the opened pocket dimension.
“Incredible!”
Benya cried out in delight and clapped enthusiastically, while Gelan nodded in satisfaction.
‘The psychic transmission is seamless and clean. It’s genuinely different.’
Simon turned to look behind him.
There was a hole in the floor directly beneath the Overlord’s body, and it was pushing its leg through it.
When Simon manipulated his psychic intent and drew the leg back slightly, he saw the Overlord’s leg retreat from the hole in the pocket dimension as well. It was proof that the two spaces were properly connected.
“How is the psychic link’s connection state?”
“Excellent! Perfect!”
After trying several more times, Simon felt it was not just perfect—it surpassed perfection.
There was no need to issue separate commands for the Overlord to insert its leg. All he had to do was open a pocket dimension in empty air and instruct it to attack the target—the Overlord would naturally extend its leg on its own.
He could completely erase preparatory movements from his mind and focus entirely on combat.
“This is the result of Simon having image-trained controlling the Overlord hundreds and thousands of times, and deliberating on what method would be optimal.”
“……Ha, that’s genuinely moving.”
“But don’t be amazed just yet.”
Gelan’s eyes sparkled.
“Because the most important function of this pocket dimension comes next!”

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