Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 133

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 133
Shhhhhhhh.
It was a day of rain.
A small boy sat huddled in place. He couldn’t say how long he’d been here, when it started, or why he was here at all.
He felt no hunger.
No thirst either.
He simply existed because he was here.
Day after day passed in that haze, staring blankly at the black sky and crimson clouds.
Then came a noise—voices, loud and close.
“Honey~, this place is so scary~”
“When are we leaving? The professor will worry if we’re too late.”
Two women and one man.
The women clung to either side of the man’s arm, chattering away to win his favor, while the man between them wore an expression of cool indifference.
That’s when they spotted the boy.
“Oh! Honey, I’m scared! I think that’s an Undead.”
……
The man stopped walking.
He stood there for a long moment, eyes fixed on the boy. The women, glancing nervously at him, began to whine.
“Let’s just go~”
“For once we agree. Honey, we don’t have time to waste on something like this……”
The man snapped his fingers twice. As if that were a signal, the two women pouted and turned their backs, walking away.
After sending the women off, the man approached the boy slowly.
“What are you doing in a place like this?”
……
The boy didn’t answer. His frightened eyes scanned the man from head to foot, then he buried his face in his arms again.
“Hey, you’re ignoring me.”
The man chuckled and stretched out his neck.
“Isn’t this dreary neighborhood boring as hell?”
……
When the boy lifted his head, he saw the man’s hand extended toward him.
“If you’ve got nothing to do, follow me. I can’t guarantee much, but——”
The man’s smirking face burned itself into the boy’s retinas.
“I can promise you fun, at least!”
For reasons he couldn’t quite explain, the boy found that smile warm.
He reached out and took the man’s hand.

* * *
And so Prince joined Richard’s Legion.
Even then, Richard commanded many Undead, but Prince alone received special treatment.
Prince grew greatly as Richard expected, and eventually rose to the rank of Legion Commander, leading the Zombie Squad.
Each day spent with him was joyful and happy.
He’d wished those days would never end.
……
But eternity doesn’t exist.
The Legion dissolved, and Richard vanished.
……A strange unease settled in.
Prince, pulling himself from the memory, rolled his eyes.
Simon lay sprawled carelessly on the sofa in his own Mansion, while Pier stood beside him proudly describing his newly appointed Legion Commander—prattling on so tediously that Prince let it go in one ear and out the other.
Rustle.
A brief sound of shifting came, and Simon opened his eyes.
“Mm……”
“Oh! You woke up faster than I thought, boy!”
Simon sat up from the sofa with a drowsy expression and rubbed his eyes.
“……Pier? What happened?”
“What do you mean, what happened! Didn’t you just wipe out Manus and his entire group! It’s only been about an hour since then!”
……
Simon furrowed his brow, pressing a hand to his forehead.
“I…… did wipe out Manus, didn’t I?”
“That’s right! And you used Corpse Burst to do it!”
Simon blinked and looked up at him.
“I vaguely remember flinging something, but the corpse…… What? What was that?”
[Kehehehe!]
Pier’s tongue flicked out in amusement.
Should he call it mere “talent” when someone performed miracles through insight that bordered on instinct? At this point, Simon deserved an entirely new word.
Pier laid out the whole story for the bewildered Simon.
[All right, how much do you remember?]
“Up to when I sent the zombies to cover Manus. Then I was concentrating like mad, and somehow I was doing something, and then…….”
Simon looked toward Prince.
“At the end, I think I threw some cool line at him, but I’m not sure…….”
Prince laughed at that.
[Something about showing how you’d win? And you don’t even remember it?]
“Ugh.”
Simon turned his head away with a groan. The Crown now rested on Prince’s main body again.
[Don’t get the wrong idea. Since you dropped the Crown, I put it on to regain control of the zombies.]
Prince approached his main body and reached for the Crown.
[I hate to admit it, but you handle this power better than I do. If you want to take it…….]
Simon shook his head.
“I’m never wearing that again.”
[……?]
[I agree with the boy’s decision.]
Pier nodded gravely and continued.
[For a time, the boy wore the Crown while maintaining perfect control of himself! But eventually the Crown’s power overwhelmed his mind, and he lost himself entirely. The boy’s consciousness then was completely uncontrollable!]
Simon nodded.
His hands were trembling, above all else.
They shook with a fine tremor beyond his brain’s command, constantly reaching toward the Crown. Even his gaze drifted that way whenever he didn’t consciously restrain it.
[It’s an addiction.]
Pier said flatly.
[The more you wear the Crown, the more you become intoxicated by its power! Keep relying on it and the Crown will consume you entirely.]
“Yes, for now it’s far too dangerous a power.”
Simon decided that unless it was a truly critical moment, it was better to let Prince keep wearing the Crown. Prince looked somewhat relieved.
[But seriously, you don’t remember using Corpse Burst at all?]
“I said I don’t remember it.”
Simon replied as he traced a rune in the empty air.
“Something like this, and this way. I think I did it like this.”
His memories had clearly evaporated, yet his body tingled with recollection. His mind had forgotten, but his flesh remembered.
Simon drew his fingers through the air a few times, then spoke.
“The main rune that flows in acts on the Core——Berserk. Am I right?”
[Correct.]
It seemed he’d learned a new technique without quite realizing it.
He was thinking he’d have to review it later when he returned to Kizen, when suddenly something struck him.
“The Practical Assessment!!”
[……?]
“I need to get back fast! I have the zombie squad with me! Everyone must be worried sick.”
Watching Simon hastily gather his outer robe, Prince chuckled softly.
It was a familiar sight.
When Prince first entered Richard’s service, he too had been a Kizen student. There was even a memory of Prince bringing supplies to the gates of Kizen on occasions when Richard had forgotten something.
‘Sigh, so I have to return to Kizen too?’
Prince gazed at his main body.
Moving it to Kizen would take at least two years, but Simon wouldn’t leave him alone anyway.
And now the days of his kingship were ending…….
“Your main body can stay here, Prince.”
At Simon’s next words, Prince was taken aback.
[Really? You mean it?]
“You’re already ruling the Deathland, aren’t you? And since I’m in control of you, that means the Deathland is mine too.”
[…….]
“Putting a commander in place and gaining a personal territory sounds like a good deal to me. Doesn’t it, Pier?”
Pier nodded.
[Indeed! Among the Undead, there are creatures so massive or so harmful to humans that they’d struggle to enter my Ruins! You could keep such creatures under control in the Deathland!]
“That works out well.”
Besides, Prince could Possess into any zombie on the continent regardless of distance, given the right conditions. His main body would remain in the Deathland, yet whenever Simon called, he could meet with him in Kizen.
“In that sense, I’m counting on you to look after the Deathland going forward, Prince.”
[…….]
Counting on him to look after the Deathland from now on.
The expression that crossed Prince’s face was difficult to pin down. He seemed bewildered, yet also moved.
[Wait, you’re really going through with this? Shackles and all? What if I betray you?]
“Betray? I’ve already bound you through the Legion Formation — that’s shackle enough.”
[…….]
Prince exhaled a long breath and approached his true form.
Rip.
Crack.
Then he tore the pinky finger and ear from his cherished body. Simon’s eyes went wide.
“Prince! What are you—!”
[Wait, just watch.]
Prince compressed his body in his palm, kneading it like dough.
A thunderous rumble, and black lightning fell from the ceiling into his hand. His body was being crushed to an extreme degree.
[Will this do?]
When he opened his hand, a grey ring lay there. Prince flicked it toward Simon.
[Put it on whichever hand you like, pour Dark Power into the ring, and you can speak with me.]
Simon did as Prince said — he slipped the ring on and channeled Dark Power into it. As the ring turned black, he brought it to his lips and spoke.
“Can you hear me?”
[Loud and clear.]
Prince nodded.
[Next, touch the ring to a zombie’s body by placing your hand on it. Then I can Possess it. If you ever need my help — you know.]
Prince scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he spoke.
Simon gazed down at the ring on his hand and smiled.
“I’ll treasure it.”
[Kehehehe! When you call, don’t mess around — come running right away! Let’s go, boy.]
“Oh, Prince!”
Simon spoke as if something had just occurred to him.
[What?]
“Is there anything decent in this Mansion that could be turned into a zombie?”

* * *
One hour remained before the Practical Assessment ended.
Students who had been roaming the Deathland searching for zombie materials were now returning to Camp to prepare for the evaluation.
Class A students stood in a long line, and before the large tent ahead, Aaron and the instructors were in the middle of evaluating zombies.
And.
“Simon! Why is he taking so long?!”
Merin stamped her feet as she shouted.
“He made it out safely, didn’t he?! He should’ve arrived by now — what’s he doing somewhere?!”
“……I’m worried about Simon.”
Kamibarez murmured while glancing nervously about.
After the clash with Prince, Richard and Kamibarez had been unconscious. Merin, who had been rescued by Simon, arrived late and woke them; the three of them crossed safely to Camp afterward.
And according to what that ‘Pier’ — who had rescued Merin — told them, it seemed Simon had likewise been kidnapped by grave robbers after that incident but had escaped on his own and entered the Sewer.
They thought there was no problem since he’d entered the safe zone, but the worry was unavoidable.
Richard trembled visibly.
“Man, I still think about it. When we faced that absurdly strong zombie, I was convinced I was done for.”
Kamibarez nodded in agreement.
“Yes, it felt like a miracle that we survived.”
“We should be grateful! Pier saved us after all!”
Richard suddenly turned his head.
“But hey, we’re just taking this Pier person’s word for it and waiting for Simon, right? We can actually trust them?”
“Of course! They saved my life!”
Merin’s voice rose in passion.
“And they told me to rejoin my friends! Why else would Pier have known about you? They saved you all from that powerful zombie!”
Richard supported his head with his arm.
“The thing that bothers me is — Pier was wearing Bone Armor on that impressive skeleton you saw at the Mansion, right?”
“Yeah.”
“That skeleton attacked us. Don’t you remember?”
Merin’s words stopped.
There was no way she could have forgotten. A sword slash came flying, and Simon threw himself in front of her to shield her.
At that thought, her face suddenly flushed hot, and she began fanning herself frantically with her hand as she spoke.
“Oh! At that time, you wouldn’t have known who we were! You must have misunderstood!”
“Something feels off about this…….”
Merin narrowed her eyes sharply and glared at Dick.
“Are you doubting Pier right now?”
Fearing another blow, Dick flinched and retreated a step.
Just then, Kamibarez, who had been quietly pondering, opened her mouth.
“……What if.”
Both of their gazes turned toward her. Kamibarez offered her suggestion carefully.
“What if this person called Pier is actually Simon?”

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