Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 167

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius – Episode 167
When Simon asked Rette to show him her Divine Beast, she let out a soft laugh, her expression one of disbelief.
“That’s rich, really. You asked so naturally and innocently I almost showed you without thinking.”
“?”
“You and I are enemies.”
She pointed at Simon with the tip of her finger, her eyes turning cool.
“Please consider our positions. I’m Efnel’s top pick number one, and you’re Kizen’s special exemption number one! Right now we’re only holding hands because of Anna. If it weren’t for her, your head would’ve been in my hands more times than I can count! Do you understand?”
Simon merely smiled at her blunt words, which only made Rette’s frustration flare higher.
“Really! Are we friends or something? The way you casually ask me to expose my full strength—it’s rude! What you’re asking for right now is completely out of line!”
“If I made you feel that way, I’m sorry.”
Simon lowered his head, and Rette blinked in surprise, flinching slightly.
She’d expected him to keep grinning and scratching at her nerves, but she never anticipated he’d bow so readily.
“How about we make a deal instead?”
Simon said this as he straightened.
Rette calmed herself and smoothed her posture before answering flatly.
“What kind of deal?”
“If you expose your information, I’ll expose corresponding information in return.”
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
Her eyes sharpened dangerously.
“Do I look like I’d fall for something so obvious?”
“Then I’ll go first. I’ll expose my information, and after you see it, you can give me information that matches. How’s that?”
She curved her lips into a smile and crossed her arms.
How transparent. I can just watch and then shut my mouth. That’s all.
Simon seemed to still believe he was a man of conscience, but that was wishful thinking. The teachings from Efnel were clear: never show an enemy the slightest opening.
“Fine. Go ahead.”
Simon nodded, his expression turning serious.
Rette suddenly felt her pulse quicken. What information could he possibly reveal with such confidence?
“Actually, I’m a Legion Commander.”
“……!!”
His words struck her like a blow she’d never seen coming. Her mouth fell open, color draining from her face as her composure crumbled entirely.
“There. I’ve revealed it. Your turn.”
“D-d-don’t mess with me!”
She shot to her feet.
“A Legion Commander at seventeen? That’s absurd! If you really were a Legion Commander, Efnel would know about it!”
“It’s true.”
“Then show me proof!”
Simon spoke with a smile.
“That comes after you show me corresponding information.”
“……Ugh!”
A Necromancer and a Priest crossing the border together. It’s unforgivable in either Kizen or Efnel, and the moment they breathe a word about each other, they both lose their heads.
Both of them were bound to keep each other’s secrets absolutely.
Simon had dangled the Legion Commander bait precisely with this situation in mind.
It would be difficult to avoid using his Commander’s power during this trip through the Sacred Federation, and if he was going to be exposed anyway, he might as well use it to pry information out of her.
“If you don’t want to show me, we can end this right here.”
Simon said this without the slightest hesitation.
She glared at him with poisoned eyes, but Simon didn’t flinch and maintained his composure.
Finally, Rette let out a sigh and stood.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. Talking to you feels like getting tangled up in endless vines.”
With those words, she activated Efnel’s subspace. The air split open, brilliant light pouring forth, and a living creature emerged.
‘This is—!’
Simon hadn’t expected to gain anything more than Rette’s acknowledgment of his Legion Commander status.
But this was beyond his imagination.
It was none other than—
“……A dragon?”
A beautiful white dragon with brilliant prismatic scales revealed itself. It appeared to be young, its body not yet fully grown.
-Kyiiing.
The young dragon, delighted to taste the outside air after so long, flew freely through the sky.
Then, as Rette extended her arm, it approached eagerly and wrapped itself around her arm with its body. The dragon rubbed its head against her cheek and licked her face with a contented slurp.
“Haha! That tickles, Lan!”
“Lan?”
“That’s this little one’s name.”
The dragon that had been nuzzling against Rette noticed Simon and slipped smoothly from her arms, opening its mouth.
She spoke urgently.
“Ah, be careful! Divine Beasts are hostile to dark elements—it might bite you……!”
Lick, lick.
The dragon—Lan—began licking Simon’s cheek as well.
When Simon stood still in place, Lan circled around his body, observing him carefully.
As Simon extended his arm slightly the way Rette had, Lan approached as if it had been waiting and wrapped itself around his limb.
—Chirp.
The creature seemed pleased in this position, shaking its head left and right. Simon’s eyes sparkled.
“It’s adorable.”
After seeing nothing but skeletons, zombies, and Corpse Spiders in Kizen, the sight of a Divine Beast like this genuinely felt healing.
“Over here, Lan!”
—Chirp!
As Simon ran through the grass, Lan bounded after him with delight, doing somersaults in the air. Watching the impromptu game unfold, Rette let out a hollow laugh.
‘What is this? The one that used to breathe fire the moment it sensed dark elements.’
It seemed the Divine Beast was responding favorably because it detected Sacred Flame in him.
A Necromancer communing with a Divine Beast—how many times would this man manage to surprise her?
“Lan. Come back now.”
Rette called out, extending her arm.
But Lan paid no attention, too busy playing with Simon. The Necromancer and the Divine Beast tumbled through the grass together, wrestling and frolicking.
“Hey, don’t pretend you can’t hear me! Get back here!”
She tried to sound angry, but was ignored once more.
In the end, Rette had to run over and pull Lan by the tail to separate them, only managing to do so by scooping the creature up and cradling it firmly in her arms as it continued to chirp frantically toward Simon.
“Ha.”
Simon’s shoulders lifted slightly with self-satisfaction.
“Guess Divine Beast Studies doesn’t just strengthen the bond with Divine Beasts, huh?”
“Shut it!”
Rette cried out, uncharacteristically embarrassed.
To behave so shamefully in front of the man who would become her most formidable enemy—the humiliation was unbearable.
In the end, she sent Lan back into the Subspace.
And Simon found himself reconsidering Rette. If she, already so powerful, eventually learned to command the dragon properly, just how strong would she become?
“Ahem! Now! It’s your turn. As for direct evidence of your status as Legion Commander…….”
“Well then, let’s call it here.”
“Where do you think you’re going, you bastard!”
Simon glanced back over his shoulder with a slight smile.
Information exchange is one-for-one. When Simon reveals information, she provides information of equal value. That was the agreement—and that’s where it ends.
The right to terminate the deal belonged to Simon, who had initiated the information disclosure.
“I don’t covet any more information you possess—honestly, I don’t have any Ancient Undead available right now, so I couldn’t show you even if I wanted to.”
“Drop dead, you fraud! All Necromancers are alike!”
“When we get home, I’ll make you that omelet you love.”
“I’m not some animal to be bribed with food!”

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Day fifteen of the break.
Two days remaining until the Sacred Federation journey.
Despite the break, Simon’s days were anything but restful. He spent them in a blur learning White Magic from Rette and Corpse Explosion from Richard, while simultaneously fulfilling his duties as Richard’s heir. He continued on his own the training Richard had originally proposed—crossing the Mountain Range while wearing bracelets and anklets on both arms and legs.
As he crossed the sloping mountain, he toggled Sacred Flame on and off with his left hand while holding open a book about Sacred Federation culture in his right.
Whether it was the spirit of a scholar who died from not studying, Simon’s diligent efforts inspired even Rette, who began her own personal training outside the hours she spent teaching him.
‘Hmm.’
As Simon climbed the Mountain Range leading to the next village, he spotted two Mountain Goblins shambling ahead. They were exactly the monsters that the territorial folk had been complaining about recently.
—Screech!
The goblins spotted Simon and rushed at him. He stopped in his tracks and took a light combat stance.
Crack!
Thud!
It wasn’t even a proper warm-up. Within seconds, both monsters lay dead on the ground.
‘Grade 2 Monsters are really easy now.’
Simon dusted off his hands and placed his palm on the corpse of the fallen goblin.

For Simon, who had experienced the zombification of a hundred ghosts in Deathland, goblins were simple prey.
After a moment, the magic circle completed, and the zombified goblins stirred, groaning as they hauled themselves upright.
Woof! Woof!
‘What?’
At the sudden sound of barking, Simon’s head snapped up.
A Green Nol—called the mountain’s predator. It caught the scent of blood spilled by the goblins and licked its lips. The smell had drawn it into the fray.
‘Perfect timing.’
A Green Nol was a Grade 3 Monster, stronger than goblins. He’d been wanting to practice Corpse Explosion in real combat anyway, and here came the ideal opponent.
Roar! Woof! Woof!
The Green Nol dropped low and charged at speed.
Simon linked his mind to the zombies’ consciousness and issued attack commands. As the zombies grappled the charging beast, Simon spread his right hand and began preparing the magic circle.
The principle of Corpse Explosion is the detonation of the Core.
Richard’s voice echoed in his mind.
Whether summoned or natural, all undead possess a Core. In the case of summoned undead, the Summoning Magic Circle that animates the zombie serves as the Core itself.
Depending on which zombie one detonates, the formulae and difficulty level of the Corpse Explosion magic circle vary wildly.
Simon interfered with the zombie’s Summoning Magic Circle and finished his preparations.
“Corpse—”
The moment Simon activated the magic circle and clenched his fist.
Slash!
The Green Nol’s razor claws severed the zombie’s neck. It carved through the chest as well, damaging the magic circle.
‘Damn.’
The dark magic cancelled. The Green Nol kicked the other zombie aside and charged straight at Simon.
Simon lowered his arms with a frustrated expression.
‘I focused so hard on Corpse Explosion that I lost control of the zombie.’
He realized that practice and real combat were worlds apart.
Only through experiencing more variables and failures could he minimize mistakes when it truly mattered.
Simon lowered his stance, grateful for the valuable lesson.
A piercing shriek!
The Green Nol’s sharp claws raked through empty air. Simon’s body slipped nimbly to the side as he prepared White Magic with his left hand.

A crimson and emerald glow of Sacred power wrapped around Simon’s body. Having failed to land its blow, the Nol planted its feet and bent its knees to leap again.
Slash!
But Simon was faster—his knee strike slammed into the beast’s face first. Its visage twisted as it sailed backward in a cloud of dust.
‘The Priest’s blessing.’
Simon gazed at his own enhanced form with renewed appreciation.
He’d need to fight directly to be certain, but he sensed his strengthened body could match a Necromancer’s Curse without yielding. If a Priest wrapped blessing upon blessing around their ally from the start, any opposing Necromancer would have a grueling time of it.
A low growl rumbled through the air!
The enraged Nol pushed off the ground and leaped. Simon spread his left hand.

A translucent barrier of Sacred power unfurled before Simon, and the Green Nol’s body struck against it with a dull thud, halted mid-leap.
‘Dispel.’
Simon spun in place and dissolved the shield in one motion. As the barrier vanished, a spike-like kick drove into the airborne beast’s torso.
Boom!
The Nol coughed blood and flew backward dozens of meters, crashing to the ground. Though its injuries looked severe, its fighting spirit remained unbroken—it struggled to rise on unsteady legs.
But Simon’s assault was far from over.
Grab!
One of the zombies Simon had driven back seized the Nol from behind. Simon dispelled the blessing on his body and raised his right hand.
“Corpse—”
He had it pinned this time.
With the zombie gripping the struggling beast, Simon spread his right hand wide, then clenched it into a fist.
“—Explosion!”
A deafening blast erupted!
The zombie holding the Nol’s throat ignited in a deep blue explosion.
Moments later, the Green Nol’s body collapsed—its head torn clean away, its upper torso shattered beyond recognition.
“Phew, that’s it.”
Simon finally relaxed and approached the fallen beast.
“The damage is too severe to use it as a zombie.”
A true Necromancer would reanimate any corpse, no matter how broken, but Simon’s Summon Zombie skill wasn’t yet at that level. For now, he simply stowed the damaged remains in his Subspace.
“Good, let’s move on.”

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So Simon had made his rounds to every village assigned to him, and now he was heading home.
“Rette?”
Rette stood waiting for him in the courtyard, her arms folded across her chest.
She brushed a strand of white hair back with her fingertip and opened her mouth.
“Prepare yourself. We’re crossing into the Sacred Federation at dawn tomorrow.”

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