Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 141

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Chapter 141
“Phew.”
Simon exhaled sharply and lifted the ball. The bones clinging to it clattered away, then began magnetizing to his right foot like metal to a lodestone.

Unlike standard Bone Armor, which left gaps between the bones, his entire right foot was now wrapped in a seamless, densely packed layer. Despite being bone, it wasn’t as heavy as expected, and the sensation of his leg and foot being firmly secured felt excellent.
With Boots Mode complete, Simon hurled the ball high using only a flick of his wrist.
His gleaming eyes tracked the ball’s trajectory and the timing of its descent. He counted two seconds in his mind, then spun his body, cutting through the air.
Completing two full rotations, maximizing his rotational force, his leg at the diagonal extended in a dazzling arc until it reached the exact point where the falling ball would pass.
Rotational force, leg strength, Black Eruption channeled through his body, the magnetic pull of Bone Armor—everything converged.
Simon gritted his teeth and kicked. The ball shot out in a straight line with a sound like a cannon firing from a gun emplacement.
Lexio’s pupils shook helplessly as he fought to maintain the glass wall on the verge of collapse.
‘Damn—I can’t stop this—!’
Crash!
The fragile glass wall shattered in a single blow, and the ball struck Lexio directly in the face.
With a strangled gasp, Lexio flew several meters through the air, a nosebleed streaming, before tumbling across the ground.
Thud.
The ball dropped to the floor and bounced several times with soft impacts before finally coming to rest. The students beyond the court stood frozen, as if time itself had stopped.
And then.
“Yes!”
“We won!”
“Nice one!”
A violent roar of celebration erupted like fireworks.
Bred, who had been leaning forward trying to find fault, blew his whistle with a deeply displeased expression.
“…Final round concluded. The overall victor is Class A.”
“Waaah!”
Led by Merin and Kamibarez, Class A students rushed out and engulfed Simon, sharing in his triumph.
At a distance, Class C watched with envy, their bodies trembling with the sting of defeat. Several of them twisted their lips in obvious displeasure.
“That’s showboating. Pure showboating. Besides, it doesn’t even count toward our grades.”
“So what if they won a friendly match?”
“Anyone would think they got first in the final assessment.”
When Merin caught wind of Class C’s muttering, she turned sharply and stuck her tongue out at them, then high-fived the other Class A students. The faces of the Class C students flushed crimson with rage.
Whether it counted toward grades or not was irrelevant. For Kizen students, there was no humiliation worse than losing a competition.
“Looks like the match is over, judging by all this commotion?”
“Professor Hong Peng!”
Hong Peng and teaching assistants carrying a massive cauldron emerged from the Teleportation Magic Circle.
The assistants moved efficiently, laying down wood and building a fire before setting up the cauldron. As Hong Peng, wearing gloves, opened the pot’s lid.
“Wow!”
White steam billowed upward, revealing broth bubbling vigorously inside. The smell was so intoxicatingly delicious that even the noble-born students forgot their dignity, saliva pooling in their mouths.
“It’s Stew made from Neslak meat—an environmental hazard species!”
At Hong Peng’s words, Simon smiled wryly.
‘So he’s cooked Neslak again this time.’
When the students heard “monster meat,” some paled slightly, but none showed real displeasure. The aroma drifting from that pot was simply too intoxicating.
Their only thought was to taste it.
“Don’t worry! I tried a bowl once, and it’s truly a masterpiece!”
A voice called out—it was Dick. When another student asked how he would know, he said he’d once been invited to Hong Peng’s Cabin.
Envious gazes pierced at him from all sides.
“Ugh! That attention-seeking fool, here we go again.”
Merin pinched her forehead and shook her head in disbelief. Simon and Kamibarez exchanged glances and smiled quietly.
“Since this bad monster damages the environment, I hope you students will eat lots and lots more!”
“Yes, Professor!”
“Now, Class A, come forward!”
The students formed a line, and the teaching assistants distributed earthenware bowls with a rustic feel.
Hong Peng stood before the cauldron and stirred the contents vigorously with a large ladle, personally serving each student a generous portion. As he piled meat high in each bowl, the students’ eyes went wide.
“Be careful—the bowls are hot!”
The students took their food and settled into shaded spots beneath the trees. There, enjoying the beautiful scenery, they began to taste the meal.
“…!”
“Incredible!”
There were no exaggerated reactions. Every student who took a taste immediately reached for the next spoonful.
Class C students swallowed hard, watching with longing eyes. It seemed none of them had ever wanted something so desperately in their lives.
“…Well, I said all that, but in the spirit of fair play, we should give some to Class C too, right?”
“Ah, of course! That’s a nice way to wrap it up, isn’t it?”
Just then, a Class C student who’d been scouting came running back.
“There’s still some left! I think everyone can get half a bowl more!”
“Excellent!”
Everyone’s spirits soared, but not in Kizen.
The remaining stew belonged entirely to Hong Peng and the teaching assistants.
The assistants scooped the stew into large basins while Hong Peng sat right in front of the cauldron, scraping away without ceremony. The Class C students’ faces fell.
“No Class C allowed over here!”
“Teaching assistant! The kids keep coming over to beg!”
“Stand back, student. Rules are rules.”
For Class C, it was the cruelest moment imaginable.
Whoosh.
Meanwhile, Serne was quietly using her feathers to smuggle an Class A student away for a taste of the stew.
“It’s just… ordinary. What’s everyone making such a fuss about?”
She commanded the feathers again, sending the student back.
Sitting alone on a rock with a sullen expression, she watched Simon and Kamibarez, Dick, and Merin laughing and chattering away together.
“Right? Simon pounded the Neslak with a golem, which softened the meat!”
“Ha! That makes no sense!”
“But the one we had at the cabin really did taste better, didn’t it?”
“Ugh, typical nostalgia talking.”
Merin said this, then turned her head—and her eyes met Serne’s directly.
Serne flashed a victorious smile and turned away sharply.
‘So this is how it feels?’
Serne laughed bitterly and spooned some stew into her mouth.
It wasn’t bad, actually.

* * *
That night.
After finishing all his classes and even his personal training, Simon was heading to the Dormitory Rooftop. There was a barrier with a sign reading “Students Prohibited from Entering,” but Simon apologized silently to the staff and slipped past the cordoned-off area.
The door to the rooftop was locked tight. Simon glanced around, spotted a window, and approached it. Outside the window, a single rope was dangling.
‘That must be it.’
Without hesitation, Simon pushed the window wide open, kicked off from the frame with his feet, grabbed the rope firmly with both hands, and jumped. Then he pulled himself up hand over hand and managed to scramble safely over the rooftop railing.
‘Oh.’
Sitting on the moonlit rooftop was a man with faded gray hair.
He sat with his feet together, his head tilted back gazing at the full moon—a picture that carried an otherworldly air. It was like watching a solitary wolf beneath the stars.
Wheeeee.
The wind caught his blade-like hair, revealing his ears and cheeks, which bore numerous old scars both large and small.
“You came.”
The man’s voice sounded.
Simon smiled and sat down beside him.
“How long have you been out here? Kassian.”
“Two hours.”
“Why not stay in your room?”
“I like watching the moon. And once I close my eyes, I can’t wake up.”
Kassian quietly opened a subspace. From within, he produced a bottle of wine and two glass cups.
‘Wine out of nowhere?’
Deftly uncorking the bottle with his bare hand, he poured wine into the glasses.
Glug-glug.
The red liquid flowed into the cups. The two men picked them up, clinked them together, and brought them to their lips.
“…Excellent.”
“Indeed.”
“I’ve always enjoyed drinking wine under the moon.”
Simon thought how refined Kassian seemed, and savored the wine himself.
As the flavors danced across his palate, his senses sharpened. This was no cheap vintage from Rocksum—it was the finest quality.
As Simon sipped the wine, appreciating its aroma, Kassian’s expression grew satisfied.
“Thank you for lending me Erzsebet.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
There was a reason he hadn’t brought Erzsebet to the Deathlands. The ongoing search of the Forbidden Forest and his cooperation with Kassian on the investigation required her presence elsewhere.
Erzsebet was an Ancient Undead specialized in reconnaissance, surveillance, and intelligence gathering rather than combat. He’d arranged for her to work with Kassian at night, investigating suspicious locations.
“She doesn’t seem to trust me very much, though.”
Simon let out a soft chuckle at Kassian’s words.
“I don’t think it’s a matter of trust, really.”
“Hmm?”
He’d once asked Erzsebet why she was always so irritable only with Kassian.
She’d rolled around in the Ruins, pouting her lip and rattling off complaints rapid-fire about how he’d slapped her face and other grievances—apparently some minor friction had occurred during their fight.
“As long as a collaborator has the ability, everything else is secondary. More importantly—”
Kassian dug through his pocket.
“The investigation hasn’t been entirely fruitless.”
He produced a photograph from his finger. Taken with a Mana Recording Device, the image made Simon’s eyes widen instantly.
It was the altar.
Viscous blood had stained the surroundings a vivid crimson, and animal entrails hung in grotesque profusion. In the center loomed a massive cross.
“S-surely not…!”
“Yes. The Priest had manifested.”
Kassian brushed back his disheveled bangs as he continued.
“By the time we arrived at the scene, he’d already finished the ceremony and vanished. And when we approached the altar, something clicked—and a bomb detonated.”
Kassian suddenly unbuttoned several shirt buttons and pulled the garment upward.
Taut abdominal muscles came into view, and the right side of his abdomen bore a grayish discoloration.
It was the telltale mark of a wound healed with Potion.
“It was all a trap laid by him.”
“Ah…!”
“I should have realized when the goddess statue didn’t appear on the cross.”
Kassian lowered his shirt.
“For reasons I don’t fully understand, he seems compelled to conduct these ceremonies at regular intervals. And recently, the frequency has been escalating.”
Kassian gazed at the full moon hanging in the night sky, then lifted his wine glass and took a sip before continuing.
“Something may be coming to Kizen soon. Keep your wits about you.”
“…Yes!”
Simon nodded with a grave expression. The two clinked their glasses again.
Perhaps it was the wine, or the fact that they shared the same objective. Or perhaps it was the kinship of both maintaining hidden identities within Kizen. Whatever the reason, the conversation flowed easily tonight.
The two talked late into the night.
“But Kassian, if I may ask.”
Simon ventured the question carefully, gauging his companion’s reaction.
“Why did you end up repeating the year?”
……
Kassian emptied his wine glass without speaking.
“It was because of a mission.”
It had happened the previous year.
While conducting his usual nighttime search of Rocksum, Kassian had discovered the Priest conducting a ceremony in the Forbidden Forest.
After a fierce pursuit, he’d lost the Priest, but he’d managed to catch a glimpse of the face beneath the hood.
“Then—!”
Simon practically jumped out of his seat upon hearing this.
“You mean you know what the Priest looks like?”
“The story isn’t finished yet.”
The next day, Kassian skipped class and wandered the entire school searching for that face he’d seen the night before.
During a break, he spotted a first-year male student chatting with friends in a classroom.
The match was exact.
No matter how many times he confirmed it, the face aligned perfectly with what he remembered.
Kassian entered the classroom, and the student, upon seeing him, panicked and stumbled backward before turning and bolting.
Certain now, Kassian threw him to the ground and beat him savagely with his fists. The student’s face was covered in blood when he lost consciousness.
But.
“He wasn’t the Priest.”
Kassian poured wine into his glass as he spoke.
“To cut to the conclusion, it was all a trap set by the Priest. He’d fashioned a Biological Face Disguise identical to that student’s and deliberately exposed his face to me.”
“…Ah!”
Biological Face Disguise was a kind of camouflage tool that Necromancers created to conceal their true faces.
“Later, I went to that student and asked why he’d fled from me. He revealed that a man who looked exactly like me had been stalking him—sitting by the window of his fourth-floor Dormitory room every night, staring at him motionlessly.”
Simon felt a chill run down his spine and rubbed his arms.
“I received Heavy Disciplinary Action, and with Nephthys’s help, I avoided expulsion. But my activities came with numerous restrictions going forward.”
Kassian clenched his fist tightly.
“He’s meticulous and calculating. The kind who plans everything down to the smallest detail and executes without a flaw.”
“That seems to be the case.”
Simon nodded. During the Practical Assessment, things had been different. He’d never imagined the Cyclops would turn against him like this, that it would try to harm him.
“We conducted a thorough investigation using Mental Black Magic on faculty, servants, and others, but we found no clues. What we do know for certain is that this Priest actually exists in Rocksum. We have no choice but to stage a surprise raid on the location.”
“I see.”
Sensing it wouldn’t be easy, Simon reached for his wine glass.
“Now it’s your turn. You’ve only met once, but do you have any information that might help us infer something about the Priest?”
“Hmm. It’s a bit vague for me, I’m afraid.”
Simon continued, watching a small stone fragment roll across the floor.
“I left a mark on the Priest—something only I can recognize.”

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