Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 136

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius – Chapter 136
“Next Ivory Tower Master.”
Simon’s pupils trembled.
Without thinking, his grip loosened, and Serne, who had been clinging to his back, slid down to the floor like she was coming down a slide.
‘Did she just say she’s giving me the Ivory Tower now?’
Simon turned to face her with a bewildered expression. She was smiling radiantly.
“You heard that right~”
Simon rubbed his face with his palms for a moment. Regardless of whether he had any interest in the Ivory Tower, it was simply too shocking to process.
Like methodically arranging scattered books back onto a shelf, he sorted through his thoughts and regained his composure.
“That’s impossible.”
Simon reached his conclusion.
“No matter how much you’re the legitimate successor to the Ivory Tower, you don’t have the authority to hand over the position of Ivory Tower Master to a complete stranger.”
“Then how about you think of it this way?”
She extended her long, pale fingers with a flourish.
“Marriage to the Ivory Tower successor.”
“……?”
“It’s embarrassing to admit, but the Ivory Tower has such a long history that it’s terribly rigid and patriarchal. In all that history, there have been only two female Tower Masters. According to tower law, the title of ‘Tower Master’ actually refers to the most talented male mage in the tower. So then.”
She let out a small cough, then spoke with unusual color rising to her cheeks.
“After the marriage takes place, I’ll revise my title to Tower Consort and step back one rank. Then the Tower Master I serve would naturally become you.”
“…….”
Simon let out a hollow laugh.
“Make sense, at least. If that happens, the Tower Master would be a ceremonial position with no real power—just a figurehead. The actual authority would still rest with the Tower Consort, the one following the traditional successor’s path.”
“Wow—”
She spoke in a voice that had grown slightly cold.
“That was quite the romantic overture just now, and here you are handling it like this.”
“Huh?”
“Hmph, I don’t know anymore.”
She turned her head away sharply, her expression sullen.
‘……???’
From Simon’s perspective, it was bewildering.
She had made him a proposal, and he had simply pointed out whether that proposal was sound and realistic—yet the one who made it was getting upset first.
‘Ugh, trying something new is harder than I thought.’
Serne, for her part, was accumulating irritation at an alarming rate.
Did she really have to go this far to win someone’s heart?
A few feathers was usually enough to make anyone grovel like a dog, licking her boot with the utmost devotion.
More than anything, if she was going to spell it out this plainly, shouldn’t he understand that the real offer isn’t the Tower Master position but ‘me’? And yet he’s droning on about honorary titles and power dynamics without a shred of insight.
What could be a greater merit than being able to have me?
Why does she have to work so hard for this one person?
The more she thought about it, the more infuriating it became.
While she was working to suppress her irritation amid all these thoughts, Simon strode over to her.
He approached without warning.
Then he reached out and pressed his hands to both her shoulders.
Still cross, she glared at him as if to say ‘what are you doing?’
“Stretching. The assistant instructor over there is giving us a hint.”
“……Oh.”
Serne glanced at what the other students were doing, then placed both her hands on Simon’s shoulders.
Both of them stepped back simultaneously, extending their hips, and bent their waists to a ninety-degree angle.
“Breathe in!”
As the count was called, the two pressed gently on each other’s shoulders, holding the position. The soreness across their entire backs and shoulders eased. They repeated the stretch several times.
“Next position!”
This time it was a seated stretch.
The two sat with their legs spread as wide as possible until the soles of their feet met, and then one would hold the other’s hands and pull them forward in a stretch.
‘Oh no, this is bad.’
Serne looked down at herself in her school uniform.
Because she usually hated Martial Combat classes that required physical exertion, she’d either skip them or use feathers to erase the instructors’ memories, or just go through the motions. So she’d simply dressed in her school uniform as she usually would, and now found herself in a slightly awkward situation.
“Wait.”
Just then Simon removed the thin outer garment he was wearing over his athletic clothes. He walked over and wrapped it around her waist himself.
“Will this work? Or if you’re still uncomfortable…….”
“Thank you. Let’s give it a try.”
The two sat facing each other, spreading their legs until the soles of their feet touched, and then clasped hands.
“I’ll pull first.”
Her body suddenly lurched toward Simon.
“Ow! My back!”
“That’s how you’re supposed to stretch.”
“Wait, hold on! Ugh!”
She scrunched her face and glared at Simon with resentful eyes. He laughed aloud.
‘Hmm.’
Then Serne’s gaze drifted to the side.
Merin, who had been stretching with a girl from Class C, was boring into her with an intense stare.
The annoyance she’d been holding melted away in an instant. Her mood lifted considerably.
Serne chatted with Simon while they stretched, making a show of it for Merin’s benefit.
Simon too seemed to have loosened up, displaying a richer emotional range than one might expect.
“Erzsebet’s abilities are useful—have you ever used them for anything strange? Like transforming into a classmate?”
Watching Simon’s face flush, Serne burst into genuine laughter.
“You have?”
“No—! I mean, that was Erzsebet doing it on her own!”
Beyond enjoying Merin’s glare, the moment itself wasn’t so bad.
Before her, humans were little more than puppets.
They laughed when she wanted them to laugh and wept when she wanted them to weep.
Her word was absolute law.
They always felt exactly what she wished them to feel and reacted precisely as she desired.
That was convenient.
But then.
‘Perhaps having one toy that occasionally refuses to bend to my will—that’s not so bad either.’
It was refreshing to play with something new.
Whatever provocation or question she threw at him, his responses were wildly unpredictable.
Most of all, she couldn’t anticipate him.
The way he’d react to talk of marriage with something about powerless potentates.
Sometimes Simon hid his feelings, sometimes he laughed, and sometimes he turned the attack back on her.
“Yet you say you’re sincere with Merin.”
“Well, yes, I suppose so.”
That was what made it interesting.
It was novel.
It wasn’t unpleasant.
She found herself reflecting anew on what it meant to be in an equal relationship—something she was experiencing for the first time.
“That’s enough warm-up. Everyone stop now!”
Hong Peng’s voice rang out. Serne snapped back from the pleasant haze that had settled over her.
‘What is this—like I’ve been bewitched by a ghost.’
The two of them rose slowly to their feet.
Merin’s eyes shot daggers across the room, but Serne simply ignored her with an amused chuckle.
“Now, the technique you’ll be learning today is an advanced application of Internal Dark Element Manipulation.”
Internal Dark Element Manipulation didn’t require anything extraordinarily special.
It was a technique where you activated your Core and circulated Darkness evenly throughout your entire body, elevating your physical capabilities across the board—in short, making your whole body “Core-like”.
At first, you had to consciously guide the flow step by step, but by repeating the process and using Darkness’s natural “memory-retaining property,” eventually just activating your Core would maintain the Internal Dark Element Manipulation state.
All the Martial Combat lessons thus far had been curriculum designed to gradually ingrain Internal Dark Element Manipulation into their bodies.
Running at the start of the first semester had been slow, but lately the pace had increased so that students couldn’t keep up without using Dark Element Manipulation. Even mounting a hamster required mastering Internal Dark Element Manipulation to maintain balance.
But this was the next level up.
“Internal Black Magic Fragmentation!”
Darkness began flowing out of Hong Peng’s body like steam. The students gasped in wonder.
“It’s not that difficult! Just increase the circulation speed of your Internal Dark Element Manipulation threefold!”
The students’ faces went blank.
That wasn’t not difficult at all.
“Of course, if you just triple the speed, your organs and intestines will all rupture and you’ll die, right?”
“…What?”
“So you have to expel the Darkness outside your body! Like this.”
She spoke while watching the Darkness flowing from her body. This time, instead of steam, it fell in droplets like beads of sweat.
Beginners found it easier to expel the Darkness in liquid form along with sweat rather than as steam.
“While maintaining this technique, you’ll be able to defeat opponents several times your size and strength through Martial Combat! Since you’re still beginners, we’ll set the duration at three minutes!”
Tripling the circulation speed naturally increases the internal strain, so by expelling it outward like perspiration while the Core continues pumping out Darkness, you maintain a powerful state for three minutes.
It was a kind of ultimate technique—used to overturn desperate situations in a single moment or to clinch victory.
“Right then, let me try it now!”
The instructors organized the students into pairs. Now the purpose became clear—while one turned his back and prepared Internal Black Magic Fragmentation, the other would activate a discharge sigil behind him.
Normally, one had to handle the discharge oneself to complete the technique, but since they were still at an early stage, the focus was on expanding their capacity for Internal Dark Element Manipulation.
“Should I go first?”
“Of course, whatever you prefer.”
Simon turned around. He drew in a deep breath and activated his Core.
The flow he’d repeated hundreds of times through fights with countless enemies. The Dark Element circulated through his body.
This current state felt perfect. His balance was flawless.
The thought of tripling this made him uneasy—he feared that if he failed later, even his well-functioning Internal Dark Element Manipulation might falter. And yet.
‘I didn’t come here to coast.’
Simon steeled himself. He began by doubling the Dark Element distribution from his Core.
“Nngh!”
An involuntary groan escaped his lips.
He’d only doubled the Core’s output—not tripled it—yet his entire body revolted against it.
“I’ll discharge now.”
He felt Serne’s palm press against his back.
Moments later, the Dark Element streamed out through the discharge channel. Breathing hard, Simon steadied himself and this time pushed his Core to full triple capacity immediately.
“Argh!”
He couldn’t even last five seconds before collapsing face-first to the floor. Most of the other students were in similar states—sprawled out or kneeling, utterly exhausted.
“Hmm.”
Serne folded her arms.
“It seems you’ll need to tame the Dark Element first. There’s no way around it—just brute repetition and practice.”
Simon nodded and pushed himself up.
“You want to try?”
“Not interested in this technique. Wouldn’t use it anyway. But…….”
She glanced sideways at Merin, then turned back to face him.
“Want to do one more round? This time, my way.”
“Your way?”
“That’s right!”
She stepped backward, then lowered both hands in mock shyness to gather her skirt hem, and began bouncing in place.
“……?!”
Feathers began cascading down from her pale skin. Within seconds, they accumulated thickly around her feet.
“You’re not trying to use an ability on my body, are you?”
“Hehe.”
She laughed it off and picked up one feather from the ground, then began attaching and detaching it from her own body.
“Is it this one? Or this?”
Each time she murmured, the Dark Element’s subtle shading on the feather shifted ever so slightly.
“Ah, this is it.”
She gestured into empty air, and the fallen feathers on the ground changed color to match, adhering to her body.
After affixing roughly twenty feathers to herself, she snapped her fingers. The remaining feathers on the ground transformed into the pattern of a magical sigil.
“Hold on, what are you trying to do…….”
“Quiet.”
She placed a feather against Simon’s body. The moment he flinched and tried to react.
‘Huh?’
His mind grew calm. The tension melted away as his muscles relaxed. He heard the whisper of wind and the rustling of trees and grass, all clearer than before.
“It’s a sedative. With Kizen’s professors watching me like hawks, do I look stupid enough to pull something shady?”
“…….”
She had a point.
As Simon hesitated, she placed a hand on her hip and spoke.
“I’m not doing anything wrong, so turn around like before.”
Simon pondered for a moment, then reluctantly turned away with a stiffened face.
“Ta-da!”
She suddenly pressed close from behind, embracing him like a back hug. The sedative’s calming effect shattered in an instant as Simon tensed up, his face flushing crimson.
“Serne!”
“Focus ahead.”
At her words, Simon looked around.
‘Wait.’
Time had slowed, and everything else faded from view. It resembled that same mental image Bahil had used.
“In this state, you could manage it, couldn’t you?”
Her voice sounded like a melody.
“Try it. I’ll help you.”

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