Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 128

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School — Chapter 128
A single kick had punched straight through the carriage wall. Merin stared at the man in Skull Armor, trembling.
‘What on earth is this person?’
As she stood paralyzed by fear, the man turned toward her and advanced without hesitation, reaching out his arm.
‘Eek!’
She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away. But suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist, and both her feet left the ground.
She belatedly realized her body was being held tucked against the man’s side.
‘Ugh! What kind of position is this? So embarrassing!’
She wanted to scream, but the overwhelming pressure radiating from this man left her unable to open her mouth.
Perhaps not resisting was the wisest choice. The man checked once that Merin was secure against his hip, then leaped from the moving carriage.
“Kyaaaaaaagh!”
The violent speed left her unable to think. The scenery around them blurred past in a dizzying rush.
Then she felt it — a sharp *crack* as the man’s feet touched the earthen ground. Merin carefully opened her eyes.
“……!”
Ahead, she saw the old man who had been thrown from the carriage crawling along the ground. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, one of his legs bent at a sickening angle.
He trembled as he pushed his body upright.
“Grrr! Damn it! What are you doing?! Who sent you here?!”
“…….”
The man did not answer. Still standing, he slowly lowered his posture and set Merin down on the ground. Then he gripped the White Greatsword in his right hand, raised it before him, and tilted his body to the side.
A vicious killing intent poured from every inch of the man’s frame.
‘How dare……!’
Though retired now, Habier had once been a Necromancer of considerable infamy in his active days.
He drove the Staff in his hand down to the ground with a heavy *thud*, and Skeletons came pouring from the Subspace.
Merin, lying on her stomach, lifted her head.
Medium-sized Skeletons, each over three meters tall, armed with massive polearms — more than twenty of them in total. He was capable of deploying Necromancer forces at Squad strength.
‘That perverted old fool is no ordinary opponent!’
*Whoooosh!*
A white line of blade energy was drawn across the empty air in a single clean stroke.
What felt like a fierce gust of wind suddenly sent all the Skeletons tumbling across the ground.
“……Huh?”
A dumbfounded sound escaped Habier’s lips.
Merin also stared at the man with wide eyes of shock.
‘What…what did he just do?’
The man casually slung the greatsword over his shoulder and began walking toward Habier. Taken aback, Habier hastily extended his arm.
‘Restoration!’
But the Skeletons sprawled on the ground remained motionless.
No matter how many times Habier attempted the Restoration Command, nothing changed. The Skeletons only clattered faintly, refusing to rise.
‘There’s Dark Magic woven into that blade. An opponent of this caliber……!’
It had been a mistake to send all his main Meat Golems forward with Manus. He’d never imagined combat would erupt here.
There was no choice. He had to resort to his final option.
He thrust his hand into his clothing and activated the Black Magic Circle inscribed across his chest.
“Uagh!”
Habier clutched at his throat and staggered, choking as something grotesque spilled from his mouth.
As if nourishment were being drained away, Habier’s body withered and twisted into something mummified, while what he vomited forth swelled larger and larger, feeding on him.
Merin’s face contorted in revulsion.
‘What was he raising inside his own body?!’
*Squelch, squelch-squelch-squelch!*
It was a monstrosity that seemed to be made of organs. Its body exceeded three meters in length, and limbs of bundled viscera twitched grotesquely.
-Krrroooaaaagh!
The creature shrieked. Its entire body turned pitch-black with Dark Element, and sharp bones erupted from both arms.
“Run!”
Merin shouted.
“That thing can’t move! There’s no need to fight — we can escape from here!”
*Whoosh!*
The man swung his greatsword.
A white line traced from the creature’s shoulder to its waist, and its upper body sliced clean away, falling diagonally to the side.
‘In…a single blow?!’
Merin’s pupils trembled as if struck by an earthquake. The man flipped the greatsword he’d just swung and lowered his shoulder.
*Thwack-thwack-thwack!*
Left slash, right slash, a diagonal cut while pivoting his entire body.
Countless fine lines sliced across the creature’s body.
With a sickening sound, its flesh dissolved into innumerable scraps that pattered to the ground.
“Ah…….”
Merin trembled, seized by a sudden chill.
Overwhelming strength.
A creature forged by a professional Necromancer at the cost of his own life—torn apart like a plaything.
‘What on earth is this person?’
The man slung his White Greatsword back across his shoulder and turned to regard her.
Her shoulders hunched inward.
That Skull Helmet alone, the pale blue smoke drifting from its eyes—terror bloomed in her chest. He emanated an otherworldly presence, something beyond human.
As he drew closer, she squeezed her eyes shut and wrenched her head away.
‘Damn it. When did I become such a coward?’
True, the pressure radiating from him was terrifying, but she’d spent so long treating the Kizen Uniform like invulnerable armor. Within the Dark Alliance, nothing could touch you in that uniform.
But that belief had just shattered in an instant with Habier. She’d nearly fallen victim to something unspeakable, nearly ended up a corpse sold to the highest bidder.
Deathland didn’t follow ordinary rules. Being a Kizen student didn’t make her untouchable. This man could do anything next—and that thought made fear unavoidable.
Swish.
‘Not again?!’
Heat flushed across her face.
Once more, the man tucked her against his side, dropped to the earth, and launched skyward.
Merin’s scream echoed across the wasteland.

* * *
Merin had no idea what was happening as she was dragged along.
The landscape blurred past. The harsh wind made it nearly impossible to open her eyes.
“……?”
The speed gradually slowed, and the man touched ground.
Merin quickly opened her eyes and glanced about. She could make out, in the distance, a path leading toward the Sewers.
Whoosh.
The man set her down and gestured.
‘He’s telling me to turn around?’
She saw no other choice.
Rising from her prone position to her knees and turning, she watched as he moved his White Greatsword.
Slash.
The blade cut through rope, then pricked the back of her hand. A Magic Circle shattered with a sharp ring.
It must have been a Curse binding her. Her Core reactivated, and Dark Element surged through her veins again.
Freed, Merin looked up at the man with confusion in her eyes.
‘Is he simply saving me?’
The man turned without hesitation, his cloak sweeping behind him.
“Wait, please!”
Merin sprang to her feet and cried out.
“Thank you for saving my life! If you’d allow it, I’d like to repay you properly!”
The man stopped and glanced back over his shoulder.
Those eyes—she’d seen them several times now, and they still unnerved her, but she steeled herself and placed a hand over her heart.
“I’m a student of Kizen and a member of the Ivory Tower—Merin Vilerne. Whatever you ask for, I’ll……”
[Go back to your friends.]
His voice startled her—nothing like a human voice, low and deathly cold.
[Two of them are collapsed in the Sewers.]
“Ah……!”
Her teammates flashed through her mind.
Were they all right? But he said two? What about the third?
[One man was captured as you were.]
He continued.
[But he escaped by his own strength and entered the Sewers. He’ll arrive in a few hours.]
Escaping alone, as if it were nothing.
That had to be Simon.
As this thought formed in her mind, the man turned to leave again.
Merin’s heart suddenly raced with urgency.
Was he really just walking away? She needed to know something—anything—about this man.
“Your name!!”
She raised her voice.
“At least tell me your name! Please!”
[…….]
The man stopped in silence. Then, without turning around, he answered curtly.
[Pion.]
Whoosh!
His straightened legs launched him skyward, and in an instant his form vanished into the darkness. Watching him disappear, Merin clasped her hands together, her face flushed with excitement.
‘……We’ll meet again, won’t we?’
Her heart raced steadily as she watched the man fade from sight.

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Simon was running across the trees when he yanked off Pier’s Skull Helmet and tossed it over his shoulder. Then he exhaled deeply with relief.
“Phew, I thought I was done for!”
[Kehehehe! Well done, boy!]
Here’s how it had unfolded.
After Prince had abducted Merin, Simon had gone to interrogate the humans captured at the Mansion by Pier.
Getting them to talk was easy. With Pier—a specialist in intimidation—tapping his throat with a blade to set the atmosphere, they confessed quickly.
They revealed themselves as employees working under a retired Necromancer named Habier, engaged in a large-scale corpse trafficking operation.
When Simon asked if they’d ever seen a female student in a Kizen Uniform, they shook their heads.
But they said that if such a student were handed from Prince to Habier’s custody, she would be loaded into a carriage and sent to a Campsite located a short distance from here.
The Mansion would soon become a battlefield, they said.
—A battlefield? What do you mean?
The prisoners hesitated at this question. There was a moment of Pier’s blade dancing, and trembling, they revealed the full details of an event that had remained hidden.
Habier was an Ancient Undead from the Deathland and maintained cooperative relationships simultaneously with the two twin pillars of undead power: Prince and Manus.
His final goal was to have Manus eliminate Prince, and then eliminate Manus himself, thereby obtaining Prince’s Crown.
Though Simon now understood the full scope of events, his priority was rescuing the abducted Merin.
Rather than rushing to the Mansion immediately, he reasoned that infiltrating during the coming war between Prince and Manus would maximize the chances of a successful extraction.
In the meantime, Simon decided to check out the Campsite the prisoners had mentioned.
After changing out of his Kizen Uniform and into the prisoners’ clothes, he headed toward Habier’s Campsite. On the way, he spotted a carriage heading in that exact direction.
Simon attacked without hesitation, and by the narrowest margin, managed to rescue Merin from inside.
[Kehehehe! But listen, boy!]
Pier spoke.
[What was that “Pion” you gave when the girl asked for your name?]
At this, Simon’s face reddened and he coughed awkwardly.
“Ah, well…… At first I was going to say Pier, but then I thought the situation might get complicated. So I just mixed your name and mine—Pier and Simon—and came up with Pion.”
[Kehehehe!]
“Enough of that talk—let’s get to the Mansion quickly!”
The war between Prince and Manus. For Simon, this was fortune.
It was a chance to claim a third Ancient Undead, one uncooperative about joining the Legion.
As Simon looked up, beyond the dense forest he could see the Mansion engulfed in flames.
“It seems the war has already begun.”

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