Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 147

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 147
The Magic Technology Building, fourth floor classroom.
A cold so bitter it seemed to freeze the marrow seeped through the entire lecture hall. Walking across the icy floor, a girl with sky-blue hair exhaled shallow breaths.
Every plant that had guarded the Desolator had been neutralized or frozen to death by the extreme cold. Merin glided carefully across the slippery ice.
Then she safely retrieved the Desolator from the back of the classroom and placed it in her Subspace.
“Clear.”
She exhaled and pressed the small button beside the frame of her Glasses firmly. They’d arranged for this button to signal Kassan once the mission was completed successfully.
Having accomplished her part without a hitch, she straightened up with a satisfied expression.
“Ah-choo! A-choo!”
Then came a series of coughs. Her arms broke out in goosebumps as she rubbed them, her legs trembling from being clenched tight.
“Ugh, I’m coming down with something. Am I really cut out for Frost Boundary?”
Her mission had been executed brilliantly, but the execution left something to be desired.
Merin scurried out of the frozen classroom.

* * *
The 1st Year Boys’ Dormitory Storage.
“Look, look! There’s another plant there!”
A boy was clapping and shouting. Inside the classroom packed with plant-type monsters, more than a dozen Kizen students were tangled in fierce combat.
Behind them, the boy who had been watching comfortably from his seat stroked his chin thoughtfully.
‘The momentum’s dropping a little.’
He pulled a Golden Egg–shaped ornament from his pocket and tossed it toward the vines, then spoke.
“A Golden Egg! There’s a Golden Egg worth 5 Gold over there!”
“What?”
“Where?”
The students rushed forward in a scramble. The obstructing vines were slashed by Sword Arts students, and the plant monsters were set ablaze and reduced to ash by the Jet Black Flame Arts students.
Kizen was Kizen, after all. The boy nodded in satisfaction.
“Huh, but why do I feel like I got the short end of the stick?”
A student who had been weakening plants with Curses looked at the boy.
“Hey, isn’t this totally unfair to us Curse students?”
The boy shrugged.
“When this is over, go demand your share from him. We’re winning because of your Curses anyway—he won’t refuse to give you pocket change, right?”
“Hmm.”
As a dozen-odd Kizen students pooled their strength, the plant-type monsters in the storage were being cleared out rapidly. In the meantime, the boy put on Kassan’s Glasses and walked leisurely forward.
While the students, charmed by the boy’s smooth talk, fought earnestly, he retrieved the Desolator protected by a perception-blocking spell, safely stored it in his Subspace, and pressed the button on the Glasses.
‘Heh heh, cleared with flying colors!’
“Ugh! Hey! This stuff is actually poisonous!”
“Cough! Cough! I’ve got red blotches on my skin!”
Suddenly the students behind him were in an uproar. The boy grinned wickedly and began pouring out Antidote bottles he’d purchased in Rochester onto the floor.
“It’s a plant-type monster—of course it’s poisonous! Go on, go on, help yourselves, everyone!”
The students swarmed toward the Antidotes.
“Fair warning—each bottle is 100 Silver, you know?”
“……You absolute maniac.”

* * *
The Study Hall, second floor.
Screech! Thwack! Crunch!
A scene of one-sided slaughter was unfolding here. And watching this scene from pressed against the classroom wall, trembling violently, was a male student.
It was Toto, a first-year in Class A.
‘……What exactly is this person doing?’
A boy wearing a crown on his head strode forward, unilaterally shredding vines and plant-type monsters. The overwhelming strength directed at him. Toto sank deeper into terror.
[Hey! Dork!]
Just then the boy’s gaze fixed on Toto.
[If you run, I’ll seriously kill you with my own hands!]
“Y-yes, sir!”
Prince was violently tearing apart the plant-type monsters as if enraged.
[I thought you’d naturally come along! To think they’d assign me, the Zombie Prince, grunt work like this! Tch!]
It was a span of one-sided violence. The situation ended in barely five minutes. All the plant-type monsters lay limp on the classroom floor.
Prince put on Kassan’s Glasses he’d received from Simon and pressed the button, then spoke.
[Dork. Come here.]
Prince gestured. Valuing his own life above all else, Toto scurried over.
Put it in your subspace.
Prince gestured at empty air, and suddenly a pitch-black box tumbled out into his hand. Toto’s eyes went wide as saucers.
Hey, are you serious?
“No, no, of course not!”
Toto did as instructed, depositing the box into his own pocket dimension. Prince grinned and draped an arm across his shoulders.
That’s right—keep listening like a good boy, and nothing bad will happen. You get it?
“Yes, absolutely!”
Next question: what do you use for your subspace?
“It’s this bracelet, sir.”
Take it off.
Toto gasped, hugging the bracelet to his chest.
“I can’t! It’s something precious to me…!”
You won’t hand it over?
Prince cocked his fist and let out a theatrical “Grrr!” of indignation, forcing Toto to surrender the bracelet through tears.
Don’t cry and whine! I’m not stealing it!
As Toto’s tears began to fall like raindrops, Prince raised his voice.
I’m borrowing it for your own safety. I’ll bring it back this evening.
“Really? You mean it?”
I promise. On the honor of the Zombie Prince.
The Zombie Prince? What was that supposed to mean?
In any case, as long as he’d get his subspace back, nothing else mattered much. Yet there was something unsettling about just letting him go like this.
He didn’t seem like a truly bad person, but there was something about him that suggested he might just forget. And if Toto insisted on keeping his belongings as collateral, that would feel wrong too.
In resignation, Toto extended his pinky finger.
“Then, please promise me.”
……
Prince let out a laugh of disbelief.
Kids these days, honestly.
Prince crouched down and hooked his pinky around Toto’s.
Convinced that after going this far Prince wouldn’t forget, Toto began to pull his hand away when Prince suddenly bellowed.
What are you doing? You’re not going to stamp it?
“Stamp it?”
You said you’d promise, right? Pinky linked, thumbs pressed together for the seal, and you need to sign it and coat it too!
“No, that’s something only kids actually do…”
Prince let out an indignant wail and flew into such a fury that Toto toppled backward.
“I-I’ll do it!”
I’ve gotten mixed up with some strange person.
And so Toto completed the odd promise ritual exactly as Prince demanded.
Now Prince was running his gaze up and down Toto’s clothing.
Hey, that school uniform looks pretty nice.
“Y-yes?”

* * *
At the same moment.
Simon finally regrouped with Pier and Erzsebet on the Campus Grounds.
“I’ve been anxious the whole time. Why did you all take so long?”
At Simon’s question, Pier, armored in plate mail, hardened his expression.
Blast it! We had to push through the fog, only to find another barrier waiting on the other side.
Erzsebet nodded in agreement.
Yes, it was a massive barrier covering the entire 1st Year Campus of Kizen. Since even I with Stealth couldn’t pass through it, it appears designed to seal out all external intrusion completely.
So the barrier was already complete to that degree. Simon pressed his fingers to his brow, his face grim.
“Then we absolutely must resolve this situation ourselves.”
That’s exactly what I’m saying!
Simon turned his gaze briefly northward.
‘I hope Kamibarez got out safely.’
If Kamibarez made it out to the Sacred Temple and called the professors back, they’d have new options—but for now, Simon was determined to believe that he and Kassan could handle this themselves.
Simon descended into the basement where Kassan was keeping watch, having reentered the Poison Studies Building. He arrived at the Secret Hazardous Material Storage, passing through a darkened corridor.
“You made it.”
Kassan’s voice came from the darkness. He dropped down from where he’d been clinging to the ceiling, landing lightly on the floor.
Not him again.
Erzsebet spoke with undisguised exasperation. Simon offered a bitter smile before turning to face Kassan.
“Where is Francesca?”
“She hasn’t emerged yet.”
Kassan shook his head and continued.
“But there’s good news. All of your classmates have successfully neutralized all four Desolators.”
“Excellent!”
Now the basic conditions for fighting Francesca were in place.
All four Desolators were locked inside their respective pocket dimensions, beyond the reach of Francesca’s detonation signal. She could no longer threaten them with explosives.
And most importantly, the sheer fact that the catastrophic explosion would no longer occur brought Simon profound relief. He could finally breathe easy.
The future of disaster had been rewritten. From this moment forward, Simon and Kassan could shape a far better outcome through their actions.
“Oh, and I also found a diary and professor credentials in Rang’s office.”
Simon pulled out Rang’s credentials as he spoke.
“I gave the diary to Kamibarez and sent her toward the Sacred Temple where the professors are gathered. Now I can use these credentials.”
“To get inside and arrest Francesca.”
Both of them nodded in unison.
“Erzsebet.”
[Leave it to me~]
Erzsebet spread her webs broadly, draping them over Simon’s school uniform. As the webbing shifted and reformed, Simon found himself dressed in formal gray robes.
“Pier.”
[Ready!]
Pier discarded his armor in an instant, his form decomposing into hundreds of bones that adhered snugly to Simon’s body.
A cloak wrapped around Simon’s frame, a skull settled over his face like a helm, and in the grip of a skeletal hand attached to his right arm, Pier’s greatsword found purchase perfectly.
‘Even an Overlord would look unremarkable.’
All preparations were complete.
Simon drew a deep breath and pressed Rang’s credentials against the black magic circle.
Whoooosh!
The credentials were sucked straight into the wall. With a series of metallic clicks, the wall and door transformed into hundreds of blocks. They rose and fell like piano keys, repeating their pattern, until gaps finally opened and a passage formed.
The fact that Francesca was inside sent a surge of tension through him. Simon held his breath and followed Kassan through the opening.
The Secret Hazardous Material Storage, they’d called it.
The name was accurate. The hazardous materials here were sealed with layers upon layers of alloys and containment devices—dozens of seals in total. To the eye, it appeared merely as a room filled with containers.
Then Kassan, who had moved ahead, made a hand signal.
‘…?’
When Simon turned to look, he immediately spotted it—four empty spaces where something should unmistakably have been.
The black magic seals were erased. Dust blanketed the surrounding area, but the central floor in each square space gleamed clean.
Evidence of someone taking something recently.
‘The Desolators were taken from here!’
Seeing those four empty spaces filled Simon with profound relief. He’d worried whether he’d actually confirmed the explosions properly in the future.
The two moved forward again. As they did, Kassan, who was leading, raised his right fist.
“Incoming.”
Whoooooosh!
A Black Cross was cutting through the air toward them.
“Step back.”
Kassan’s arm muscles bulged as if they might burst. He didn’t dodge the incoming cross—instead, he drove his fist directly at it.
Thud!
The jet-black cross and Kassan’s fist collided head-on. His arm crackled with successive pops, but the cross crumpled with a grinding sound like crushed metal before shattering and scattering.
“Tsk!”
Kassan grimaced and brushed off his arm. Simon cried out in alarm.
“Couldn’t you just dodge it?”
Kassan silently pointed behind them. At the end of his gaze sat something that resembled a storage tank.
Simon understood immediately. If the cross had hit that storage tank instead… it would have been catastrophic.
‘So that’s Kassan. Experience truly is different.’
He nodded inwardly with admiration and expanded his own field of awareness. Kassan spoke.
“Duck low.”
“!”
Simon, Kassan, and Erzsebet dropped to the ground in unison. Three crosses from different directions collided above their heads, crumpled against each other, and dissipated into the air.
It was a vicious assault.
[…A mere priest dares?]
Erzsebet raised her head, a killing intent radiating from her.
[As if we would fall to such an attack. Why not show yourself already?]

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