Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 159

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Summoning Genius at Necromancer School, Episode 159
The most crucial assignment of this first semester’s break.
It was, quite simply.
“Competitive advantage in the battle against the High Priest.”
The students began to murmur, exchanging glances with one another.
“As announced earlier, the integrated second semester will focus on cultivating practical necromancers capable of fighting and defeating priests. As you’ve all felt from this recent incident—combat with priests is an unavoidable challenge.”
At the mention of priests, a subtle intensity threaded through the classroom atmosphere.
“During the break, I want you to reflect on and develop your own competitive advantages against the High Priest. What you’ve prepared will be presented in our first lesson of the second semester.”
The students fell into pensive silence, their brows furrowed in thought. Simon was no exception.
‘My own advantage when facing a priest, he mused.’
Just as Simon was wrestling with the question in earnest.
‘…?!’
Suddenly, white light began to ripple from his left hand, resting beneath the desk.
‘What—what is this?’
Simon recognized it at once.
This was Sacred Flame—a priest’s power.
Simon hastily shook his left hand, but the light refused to dim. Merin, who had been busily taking notes beside him, shot him a sharp glance.
“What are you doing? You’re being distracting.”
“Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.”
Kamibarez, seated next to him, tilted her head curiously.
“Simon? You don’t look well. And you’re breaking into a cold sweat—”
“Ah, yeah. The lecture hall must be too warm.”
Simon quickly excused himself and made a show of listening to Jane’s explanation. Both of them turned their attention forward again, but cold sweat was now streaming down Simon’s back.
‘Why is this happening all of a sudden?’
Simon’s mind spun like a top.
Was it because he’d been exposed to so much Sacred Flame during the battle with the saint? But if that logic held, countless necromancers working in the field should be manifesting it too.
In those few seconds, a thousand thoughts flooded his mind at once.
If a necromancer used Sacred Flame while things were this uncertain, wouldn’t he be arrested as an Efnel spy? Dragged to headquarters, interrogated about the Legion Commander, his parents brought in for questioning. That would be catastrophic.
Everyone else was absorbed in Jane’s voice, but Simon was locked in a battle with himself.
‘I’m going to lose my mind. Really.’
No matter how hard he tried to suppress the Sacred Flame, the light only grew brighter.
He shoved his hand in his pocket, pressed his palm flat against his chest—the light still leaked through. Now several other students were beginning to glance around, squinting against the brightness.
‘How am I supposed to turn this off?’
Of course, he’d never been taught how to control Sacred Flame at Kizen. Simon tried drawing on the same focus he used to control his Dark Element.
‘Go out. Go out. Go out…’
The opposite happened.
The light doubled in intensity, flooding the entire classroom ceiling in a blinding wash.
“Who’s playing around with the lights during class?”
Jane’s voice came from the blackboard, where she’d been frantically copying handout materials. Fortunately, she didn’t turn around.
The other students’ eyes shifted—not to Simon, but to Dick. Merin scolded him sharply.
“Ugh! Stop being such an attention seeker!”
“What? I didn’t—that wasn’t me!”
The more Dick protested his innocence, the more eyes locked onto him.
Such were the consequences of one’s reputation.
‘Sorry, Dick!’
While everyone’s attention was riveted on Dick, Simon desperately fought to control the Sacred Flame. In those moments, he felt a pang of guilt—which seemed almost unfair.
‘Why now? Why in the last class of the day? I’ve never even been able to use Sacred Flame before—’
The moment that thought crossed Simon’s mind, the Sacred Flame in his palm began to fade, then vanished without a trace.
‘…?’
He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but relief flooded through him at the knowledge that he was safe. The thought of having to leave Kizen for several months had felt like a burden—but now his perspective shifted.
He needed to get back to Reshil as quickly as possible.
‘Before something worse happens, I need to learn from Mother how to control this power.’
While everyone else was debating how to overcome a priest’s Sacred Flame.
Simon was left grappling with how to control his own.

* * *
After the announcement came down, Kizen’s characteristically efficient operations swung into motion for break season preparations.
Everyone returned to the dormitory to pack what they needed. Though the same after-class group was expected to continue into the second semester, it was wise to gather necessary materials—textbooks, notebooks, and the like—for the assignments ahead.
“Thank you for everything this semester, Kassan,” Simon said as he packed his bag.
Kassan, slinging an enormous duffel bag over his shoulder, hopped down from the second floor and extended his hand.
“Thanks for all your hard work.”
The two shook hands lightly. Dick, who had already packed his things and was lounging on his bed, watched them with an envious gaze.
“Um, I was wondering…….”
Simon hesitated a moment before speaking.
“Will I be able to see you again next semester?”
Kassan had enrolled at Kizen on a mission from Nephthys to find and apprehend the Priest. It was, in a sense, a false enrollment.
Now that the mission was resolved, Kassan had no reason to remain at Kizen.
“You’ll find out if I show up next semester.”
“……Ha ha.”
Simon let out a bitter laugh. True to his nature as a member of the Thief Guild, he didn’t share even his own information easily.
“In any case, fighting alongside you in this mission was good fortune for me as well.”
Having said that, Kassan spoke quietly so that Dick wouldn’t hear.
“The Thief Guild has at least some code of honor. What I’ve seen of you during this time will remain silent, so feel at ease.”
“……Ah, thank you so much!”
Kassan tapped Simon’s shoulder lightly, then turned and opened the dormitory door.
“Have a good break, Kassan.”
Dick suddenly interjected. Kassan stopped in his tracks and turned around.
“Try to snore a little less.”
At those words, Simon burst into laughter. Dick too, finding it amusing, chuckled to himself.
After Kassan closed the door and left, Simon and Dick locked eyes and laughed once more.
“A break—it doesn’t feel real yet.”
“Tell me about it. Anyway, I’ve already arranged a place in Rochester. There are quite a few students staying here besides me…….”
As Simon listened to Dick’s story, his expression shifted to alarm. A white light was flowing from the tip of his left index finger.
Simon hastily hid his hand behind his back. Fortunately, Dick was too focused on his own story to notice.
‘I need to get back as soon as possible.’
With all his things packed, Simon excused himself to Dick, saying he had somewhere to stop by briefly.
The first place he headed was Pier’s Ruins.
The three legendary Ancient Undead were huddled together on the ground playing cards. At the sound of Simon’s footsteps, Pier seized the moment and threw his cards into the air, shouting.
“You’re here, boy!”
Prince tore at his own hair in disbelief.
“What! I was about to win this hand!”
“Ho ho ho! There’s always the possibility of such a hand, you know. Do come in, Legion Commander.”
Erzsebet, who had been gnawing at her nails while eyeing the cards, also tossed her hand into the air and rose from her seat.
Prince alone remained crouched there, staring endlessly at the cards he held.
Simon placed his hands on his hips and asked.
“The break’s starting now—have you all decided what you’ll do?”
“Of course!”
Pier had decided to visit the Jungle of Screams, located in the southwest of Dresden. He was going there to search for clues about the next Ancient Undead.
Erzsebet planned to go to a place called the Worm Tomb, known as a paradise for spiders, where she would search for a way to dramatically increase the population of Corpse Spiders.
And Prince.
“I’m going back to Deathland!”
Prince had decided to focus on solidifying his control over the other zombies and stabilizing Deathland, which had been thrown into chaos by the uprising of Manus and his followers.
“Because it’ll eventually become the Legion’s headquarters! Just wait and see!”
Prince threw off his crown as he shouted. Even at that moment, two cards of regret remained in his hands.
“So in the end, I’m the only one going to Reshil.”
Prince had refused to meet Richard, and Erzsebet harbored a grudge against both Richard and Anna, so Simon had planned to talk her out of going—but Pier’s decision was somewhat unexpected. He’d thought Pier would have much to discuss with his father Richard.
“I am no longer Richard’s kin, but rather the manager of your Legion. We are strangers now, and I have no temperament for idle chatter and pleasantries.”
As Pier stretched out his arm, Pier’s avatar that had clung to Simon’s School Uniform was drawn into his hand by a pulling force. Pier rose to his feet and hoisted the Sword of Ruin onto his shoulder.
“Pier, are you truly certain you won’t regret not meeting your father?”
“…….”
Pier tilted his head back to gaze at the ceiling for a moment, then answered.
“The time isn’t right yet. Richard will think the same way.”

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Pier and Erzsebet, who had business in the Kingdom of Dresden, decided to travel by ship directly from Rocksum. They’d already made reservations, and with Erzsebet’s Transformation Ability, there was no risk of being discovered. Prince recovered his power and returned to his main body in Deathland.
Upon returning to Kizen, Simon even stopped by the Mutation Club room to greet his seniors, and arrived at the Teleport Magic Circle in good time.
“Simon! Over here!”
“Come on! Why are you taking so long!”
Less than an hour remained before it was time to head home.
The four of them shared stories in a warm, cheerful atmosphere until the very end.
From the Cyclops practical assessment through this recent saint incident, Team 7’s bond had reached its peak. Of course, Simon remained tense about when Sacred Flame might erupt again, unable to fully relax and enjoy the conversation.
He listened to his teammates’ vacation plans.
Merin decided to sharpen her Cold-element Dark Magic intensively at the Ivory Tower while building up her lacking stamina.
Richard planned to stay in Rochester on Rocksum for about a month, sort out his business there, then cross the continent to meet his father.
Kamibarez said she’d seek out Kizen graduates using Shiraji’s letter of recommendation to find ways to suppress and control her savage bloodline.
Everyone’s vacation plans sounded productive.
“What about you, Simon? What are you planning to do?”
Merin’s question made Simon shrug.
“I’ll probably just help my father with work back home and spend the time on assignments.”
It wasn’t a lie, but his immediate priority was controlling the Sacred Flame that kept erupting at random moments.
If he could master this power, he thought, he might gain some insight into his biggest vacation project: how to compete in battles against Priests.
“We’re beginning! Students whose names are called, please step forward.”
The Teleport Magic Circle activated, and the moment of departure arrived.
Kamibarez, who had a soft heart, had tears glistening in her eyes. They all promised to write letters to each other. They consoled her, saying two months would pass in a flash.
“Simon student!”
“Yes!”
Simon was called first. From the way his feet were reluctant to move, it was clear they’d grown genuinely attached to each other despite the short time together.
He exchanged farewells with his teammates and stepped onto the Teleport Magic Circle. The attendant bowed respectfully.
“Reshil territory in the Baldwin Kingdom, correct?”
“Yes!”
“Beginning now.”
The Teleport Magic Circle activated, and both his feet lifted off the ground. Simon surrendered to the familiar sensation and closed his eyes.

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Chirp, chirp, chirp.
The sound of birdsong reached his ears.
Peaceful sunlight and the fresh scent of grass. Even the gentle babbling of a stream.
Simon opened his mouth wide as he gazed at the utterly familiar landscape before him.
‘Wow…….’
He really had come back.
To Reshil.
His hometown looked exactly as he remembered it. Nothing had changed.
Coming from the fierce atmosphere of Kizen to see the peaceful Reshil felt like being dropped into another dimension entirely.
Simon strolled leisurely, gazing around at his surroundings as he walked. Charles, the estate manager who was chopping wood as usual, spotted Simon and broke into a wide grin.
“Well, well, who could this be? Young master!!”
Charles dropped his woodcutting axe and waved both arms wildly. His young son Roha suddenly poked his head out and let out an excited shout.
“Simon heyyyy!”
Simon smiled warmly and approached them, exchanging greetings.
Roha kept touching the Kizen School Uniform Simon wore, saying how cool it looked, then started whining that he wanted to enter Kizen too. Charles chuckled heartily, encouraging him by saying he’d be able to enter once he grew taller.
“Well then, I’ll be on my way.”
“Yes! While you’re home, please take it easy!”
Simon continued walking.
He passed the familiar landscape and arrived in front of the wooden house that the estate people affectionately called the lord’s manor.
He’d simply come home, but suddenly nervousness washed over him and his heart began racing wildly.
‘What should I say first when I see Father and Mother?’
Countless greetings flashed through his mind. Simon took a deep breath and stood before the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
He knocked, but heard no answer. Yet there was definitely movement inside.
‘Are they busy?’
The door wasn’t locked, so Simon carefully pushed it open and stepped inside.
Richard stood in front of the inner room with a grave expression on his face.
“Simon!”
Richard noticed him.
Seeing Richard’s expression, Simon sensed something was wrong and rushed into the inner room.
“Oh……!”
His eyes widened sharply.
Anna lay in bed with a gaunt, exhausted face.

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