Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 139

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 139
The match unfolded at a relentless pace.
With both teams reduced to half strength or fewer, Merin, Class A’s main striker, unleashed a barrage of attacks.
Her target was Serne, tucked away in the corner of the court, laughing as though toying with her opponents.
Yet for all her fury, Merin had never landed a solid hit on Serne.
“Ugh!”
“Hak!”
The moment the ball hurtled toward Serne, other C-class students threw themselves in front of her, shielding her with their bodies.
Judging by the blank expressions of those who took the impact and collapsed, they hadn’t done it by choice. Serne had bent them to her will with her feathers—of that there was no doubt.
‘This is infuriating.’
Merin ground her teeth. The way Serne manipulated her fellow Kizen students like pieces on a board grated on her.
But what angered her most of all.
Swish, swish.
Was Serne parading about in the outer coat Simon had wrapped around her waist—flaunting it like a trophy of war.
‘I genuinely want to tear it to shreds.’
There were moments when her eyes nearly rolled back and she longed to hurl flames instead of the ball, but she knew that was exactly what Serne wanted, so she forced herself to endure.
“Ser, Serne.”
Serne was a headache for C-class as well.
A male student who’d been leading the attack spoke up at last.
“I asked you not to use Hideo as a shield. He’s a crucial support player.”
At that, Serne flicked the ball from the ground toward him with her foot and replied.
“Then attack.”
“……”
This was bad. Serne had no interest in the match whatsoever.
He’d been relieved to see her focus on the Martial Arts lesson alongside Class A students, but she’d immediately reverted to form.
‘Damn. With Serne on our team, we have to win. How can we let those Class A bastards strut around like that?’
The male student turned his head.
The one Class A student capable of capturing her interest—Simon—unfortunately wasn’t participating in this round.
That he found himself lamenting that fact didn’t speak well of his own state of mind.
‘Here I am trying to lead with some self-absorbed princess in my class, and it’s hell.’
C-class was completely under Serne’s control. The entire group had essentially become her faction.
And so no one dared open their mouth at her indifference. They could only watch and hope she remained in good spirits.
Yet befriending her was equally impossible.
According to the female students who ate with her, memories of eating with Serne would sometimes vanish cleanly from their minds.
Others reported that when they tried to recall conversations with her, they couldn’t remember why they’d said certain things.
Emotion Manipulation.
She was the cornerstone of C-class, yet no one in C-class truly considered her a friend.
The same held true for her. She had no desire to form deep bonds with anyone. If she felt irritated or uncomfortable, she’d simply send out a feather to bend them to her will.
‘I don’t know what happened to her in the past, but her personality is twisted at its core.’
The student’s gaze shifted.
He could see Simon’s face in the Class A lineup.
A twinge of jealousy stirred within him.
The fact that the person Serne treated as an equal wasn’t a C-class student who’d been with her all this time—that stung.
“So, what are you doing? Hurry up.”
At Bred’s grumbling voice, the student snapped back to attention.
“Ah, yes! My apologies.”
The aspiring Martial Arts student threw the ball forward with renewed force.
Hideo lowered his stance to intercept it, but the ball clipped his stomach and bounced away—out of bounds.
“Damn! You clumsy oaf!”
The male student’s eyes turned toward the girl shrieking at the top of her lungs.
Now that he thought about it, Class A had one Ivory Tower student as well. Merin, if he remembered her name correctly.
Though she, too, carried herself with the arrogance befitting an Ivory Tower member and leaned toward individualism, there was something different about her atmosphere compared to Serne.
“You’ve shown off every possible stance, so how can you miss something that simple?”
“Because you don’t make ‘that pose’ every time you land an attack.”
“Die!!”
Hahahaha!
The mood in Class A was good.
Merin, too, barked orders, showed arrogance, and loved being the center of attention, yet somehow the Class A students didn’t resent her. Rather, they treated her warmly.
‘Same Ivory Tower background, but I’m envious.’
As the male student stood lost in thought, Merin seized the ball and stepped forward.
“Well, I suppose I do owe my teammate a little payback, don’t I?”
Merin raised the hand holding the ball, pointing it toward Serne.
“How long are you going to hide behind that meat shield? Come on out.”
Serne smiled, deliberately needling her back.
“No way~ Seri doesn’t like getting hit, you know.”
“Ugh! I absolutely hate that!”
Merin dropped her stance, extending the arm that held the ball straight out to the side. Everyone in C-class tensed visibly.
‘The supporter who was feeding passes has fallen.’
‘What’s she going to do now, alone?’
Crack.
The ball in Merin’s hand began to change. Serne, whose expression had remained perfectly blank since the match started, now showed a flicker of reaction.
Crackle. Crack. Crackle-crack.
The ball in Merin’s hand was freezing over. A chill spread through the air, and several students on the Court could be seen rubbing their arms.
“Mm.”
Serne stepped forward with a fox-like smile.
“Merin, did you finally drop that useless pride of yours?”
“Shut up.”
The ball in her hand transformed steadily into a lump of ice. The arm supporting it trembled as if straining under the weight. Frost gathered beneath the ball, forming a sheet of ice on the ground.
‘This is fun.’
Serne smiled with satisfaction.
Setting aside her unique ability’s effects, Serne’s specialty within the Dark Element System was the Flame Element—roughly the level of unleashing twenty Dark Flares simultaneously. Merin, by contrast, was slightly more skilled with the Ice Element than the Flame Element, but she rarely used it for anything but defense.
The simple truth was that she suffered from a type disadvantage against Serne.
Merin had once even told Serne outright that she’d beat her with Flame Element mastery.
“Hah.”
Merin’s breath misted in the air. She bent her arms, cradling the ball with both hands.
The atmosphere grew taut with tension.
“I haven’t changed my mind. I’ll become stronger than anyone, and I’ll defeat you before I graduate from Kizen.”
“Yeah, yeah! You go, girl~”
“But to grow stronger, I don’t need to be fixated on just you.”
Her gaze flicked toward Simon.
“How delightful~ I suppose I should give out a special reward then.”
She turned and gave a subtle nod, and the C-class students acknowledged it before backing away.
“Hyaaaah!”
Merin let out a shout as she hurled the frozen ball with all her strength.
Serne casually plucked a feather from her index finger. Just as she raised her arm to flick it toward the incoming ball—
“……?”
Suddenly her legs slipped on the ice, and the arm meant to throw the feather flailed uselessly in the wrong direction.
Merin’s ice magic had formed a sheet of ice on the ground.
‘Oops?’
As Serne fell, Merin’s ball clipped her forearm and flew past.
“Wooooah!”
All of Class A erupted in a roar. Merin herself clenched her fists and whooped with joy, bouncing excitedly. Serne, slipped backward on the ice, blinked in bewilderment.
The shock that struck the C-class students was even greater.
“Se-, Serne!”
“Taken down just like that……”
Serne scratched the side of her head with a confused expression, and when her eyes met her classmates’, she stuck her tongue out playfully and laughed.
‘Ah……’
‘I’m going to beat the crap out of her and call it even.’
Serne brushed off her skirt and left the Court without lingering, even as everyone there cheered.
“Class A’s Merin Billenne—disqualified.”
Bred’s flat voice cut through the noise.
Merin’s face flushed crimson as she whirled around.
“Wait! Why!”
“Did you not study the rules? Affecting the opposing team results in disqualification. You clearly caused her to slip with that ice.”
“Nooooo!”
Merin was ruled out as well. She protested loudly that it was an accident, but Simon and Kamibarez subdued her and dragged her off the Court.
With the aces gone, the remaining seven-versus-five match played out with methodical efficiency, one person falling at a time.
Shrill!
Bred blew his whistle.
“The winner—Class A.”
Class A had won by a margin of two. The Class A students, their morale soaring to extraordinary heights, bounced about celebrating themselves.
By contrast, Class C fell into a silence so cold it stung—undone by the unexpected defeat of Serne, on whom they’d pinned their hopes.
“I didn’t think the weakest could actually win.”
“So now we just need to take one more round out of two, right?”
“Let’s go.”
The next round saw both Class A and Class C field teams of middling strength.
Class A’s roster—anchored by Syndie, Jamie, and Kamibarez—boasted the deepest bench of all.
But then.
Thud!
Crack!
“Waaaaagh!”
An unexpected dark horse had emerged.
“Who the hell is that?”
Evan Barshani from Class C.
A former boxer aspiring to martial arts mastery.
Self-proclaimed fastest in all of Kizen.
The same man who’d lost to Merin in his debut at the First Evaluation. Now he was flying across the court.
Whoosh!
With his Dark Manifestation activated, he was intercepting not just every attack aimed at his teammates—he was reading every ball in flight.
In a match where “defense” was the lynchpin, Class A’s offense crumbled completely. With each blocked strike, Class C’s counterattacks multiplied, and their success rate soared. The gap in fallen players widened dramatically in mere moments.
This round had become Evan’s stage entirely.
‘Are you watching, Merin Villen?’
Evan’s gaze fixed on Merin standing outside the court, arms folded, her expression unmoved.
‘That defeat you handed me—it made me who I am today!’
Evan had blocked five attacks in succession.
At last, his body reached its limit and gave out; he crumpled to the ground, and unable to move, he was struck down by Class A’s swift counterattack. Yet because his sacrifice had yielded the strength of more than one fighter, applause erupted from scattered corners of the crowd.
‘Ah, I’m satisfied. I really gave it everything.’
Evan’s gaze turned away.
As he stepped off the court, he caught sight of Merin and Simon talking just outside.
“Did you see that, Merin!”
Evan thrust his hand toward her and shouted.
“I’ve climbed into the upper squad too since the last evaluation! Look forward to our rematch!”
She furrowed her brow as if wondering what nonsense he was spouting.
“Who are you to be talking to me? Do I know you?”
……!!
Evan’s face flushed crimson.
“I was your first opponent at the evaluation!”
“Oh, really? Sorry, I don’t remember weak fighters very well. Good luck.”
Merin waved her hand dismissively.
Evan was so shocked he couldn’t even muster a rebuttal, just stammered uselessly before trudging off toward his Class C teammates. Though accolades poured down on him like a returning hero, Evan’s joy had curdled.
The tide had turned.
Even Syndie Vivache, unable to use Spirit Transformation, fell without fanfare, and the other students met the same fate—overextending to catch the ball, they were sent careening off the court.
“Everyone, stay focused! Don’t give up until the very end!”
Jamie, the class representative, bellowed, rallying them all.
Just then, as a Class C student’s attack flew toward the flank, her eyes tracked it.
“Watch out, Kamibarez!”
The girl who’d been trembling on spindly legs, braced for an incoming ball, scrambled into a crude defensive posture.
Crack!
A male student suddenly shot out from nowhere and took the ball meant for her, crashing down in her stead.
“Ungh!”
“A-Are you alright?”
Kamibarez, startled, rushed over with tears glistening in her eyes.
“Because of me…”
The pain where the ball had struck was sharp, but the boy felt his heart melting like sugar, his happiness spiking wildly upward. He grinned and gave her a thumbs up.
“Yeah, I’m fine!”
Class C continued hurling attacks at Kamibarez, but each time, male students would suddenly materialize out of nowhere, intercepting the shots or shielding her from the blows.
Another one took a hit to the face and went down; Kamibarez’s voice trembled.
“Wahhh! I’m so sorry!”
The Class C students watching this bizarre spectacle exchanged bewildered glances and murmured.
“…What is she? Is she another Serne from Class A?”
“She can use Mental Dark Magic!”
“Mental Dark Magic? I heard it’s called Ursula, I think.”
“But isn’t it kind of cute?”
Kamibarez hurried over and picked up the ball that had fallen to the floor.
“I’m going to get my revenge!”
She cried out with fierce resolve, her voice sharp and clear. The Class A students outside the Court erupted in explosive cheers and support.
Kamibarez was the kind of character you rarely saw in Kizen.
Beyond factions and competition, the sixteen-year-old had somehow become like a younger sister to everyone in Class A.
“Ha!”
Kamibarez tossed the ball high into the air. Then she dropped to one knee and curled her hands into the shape of a gun.
“Sorry!”
With a violent recoil, a brilliant red projectile shot from her fingertips. It struck the falling ball with perfect precision, sending it hurtling away at tremendous speed.
Though the trajectory bent away from the Court, the force from Kamibarez’s attack curved it back toward another student, striking them down.
“Ah!”
“That’s it!”
“Kamiiiiii!”
A roar larger than any before erupted from the crowd.
She bowed respectfully to the eliminated student on the other side, then offered an embarrassed smile to the cheering students outside the Court.
“Nice work, Kami!”
Simon called out as well. Her expression melted like spring snow, and a radiant smile bloomed across her face.
“Simon, I got one!”
She bounced with delight. Simon grinned and waved back at her.
‘Hm?’
Was it just his imagination, or had the back of his head suddenly become terribly hot?
In fact, a barrage of sharp, predatory glares from numerous male students was boring into the back of Simon’s skull.
“Come on, hurry up. Next attack!”
Bred, his expression one of weary indifference, barked the order and pushed the match forward.
Thud!
Crack!
Kamibarez and Jamie struggled valiantly, but the match had already tilted too far. Without any dramatic reversal, C-class solidified their lead and secured the score.
With that, the overall score was 1 to 1.
It all came down to the final round.
“Final round. Everyone who hasn’t played yet, get in here.”
At Bred’s command, the students who had been warming up on the sidelines poured into the Court.
With victory on the line in this last match, the C-class students should have steeled themselves—but their faces had turned rigid and pale.
And for good reason: the sheer presence of the two male students stretching at the front of the Court was overwhelmingly oppressive.
‘Damn it…’
‘How are we supposed to beat those two.’
An unprecedented pairing.
Simon, the Special Case Rank 1, and Hector of the Muir Family stood on the same Court as teammates. For Class A, hoping for victory, it was a sight almost too good to be true.
Then, as the two men stretched, their eyes met.
“…….”
Hector’s gaze fixed on Simon with an intensity that could kill.
“Relax your face, Hector.”
Simon’s voice was soft, but the moment he spoke, the veins in Hector’s neck bulged with rage.
He strode toward Simon with long, heavy steps. Simon didn’t back down—he raised his chin defiantly. The other students on the Court gasped and rushed to pull them apart.
“Hey! Hey! Not this again!”
“You’re on the same team today!”
An absolute incompatibility.
The Class A students felt a wave of worry crash over them.
‘Can those two actually work together as a team?’

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