Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 184

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 184
“So can I confess to Simon today?”
Ellen’s shocking statement made Lette’s shoulders flinch.
Ellen, who caught the reaction perfectly, raised the corners of her mouth meaningfully.
“Ah, no. Why are you telling me that……!”
“Actually, I was just joking~”
From her seated position, Lette’s kick flew out. Ellen, her face trampled, let out an “Oof!” and tumbled backward.
“……I’m actually going to kill you.”
Lette, drawing her legs back together, flushed crimson and growled.
Even after taking a kick to the face, Ellen burst into delighted laughter as though she couldn’t be happier.
“I know, I know. When the fate of an entire continent hangs in the balance, you can’t shake Simon’s resolve with some random confession out of nowhere. I have that much sense, thank you very much!”
Ever since being expelled from Efnel, Ellen had put on a school uniform for the first time in ages (even if it was a knockoff) and was gossiping with a girl her own age.
Back then, that kind of chatter had been everyday life; now it remained only as Ellen’s greatest longing.
Ellen still missed those ordinary days.
“Well then, how about a question like this?”
“Don’t. Don’t do it.”
“Honestly, setting aside the whole necromancer thing — doesn’t Simon have some appeal as a man?”
Lette, her knees drawn up and pressed together, exhaled a long sigh.
“Yeah, fine. He’s rather handsome.”
“Yes! I knew you thought that deep down! You mean it? That’s your real answer?”
Ellen, incapable of learning her lesson, took another kick and tumbled backward again.
Lette replied with a flat tone.
“I’m a woman too and my eyes work fine. I know his face is pretty and his personality is decent.”
“So why don’t you…….”
“Because he’s a necromancer.”
Lette spoke as if spelling it out.
“I was badly burned when I was young, and necromancer just sounds horrible to me. Biologically, I can’t feel any attraction or affection toward it. It’s just repulsive.”
Ellen blinked.
“But Simon risked his life to save all of us, complete strangers.”
“So what! The conclusion is still that he’s a necromancer! He has a core lodged in his heart, and using that power to raise the dead — that’s the monster’s true nature!”
Lette, growing passionate about her own argument, warmed to the subject, and Ellen found herself growing secretly pleased. This was exactly what she’d wanted.
“What if you think about it this way?”
Ellen raised her index finger, and Lette cut her off.
“Ah! Stop with those annoying hypotheticals……!”
“What if Simon weren’t a necromancer, but just a separate being altogether?”
At that question, Lette’s mouth fell open slightly.
“Think about it! Where in the world is there a necromancer who uses Sacred Flame? Simon is completely outside normal understanding — a one-of-a-kind existence! He was chosen by the Goddess herself and wields Sacred Flame, and yes, technically he has a core, so by definition he’s a necromancer. But how can you lump it all together like that? Simon’s Sacred Flame is so pure and warm.”
“…….”
Lette, her finger tracing her lip as she fell into thought, wore a very serious expression. But what Ellen wanted wasn’t serious contemplation or debate — she wanted carefree banter, the kind where you toss out whatever comes to mind without thinking.
Ellen was about to speak again when——
“What are you two discussing so seriously?”
Simon returned with a bright smile on his face.
Ellen offered a small wave with a rueful smile, but Lette jumped in alarm, her reaction rather sharp.
“Ah, you scared me! If you’re going to show up, at least make some noise!”
“Hmm?”
“Why do you have to sneak up from behind like that and startle people? Are you some kind of pervert?”
“Maybe you just didn’t hear the train car door open.”
Simon replied playfully and set down a large piece of fruit in front of the two women.
Ellen’s eyes lit up.
“Wow! What is this?”
“Got it from the kitchen.”
“Oh, you’re the best! You’ve got real style!”
The three of them were exchanging conversation as they ate the fruit.
Lette, who had been eating the piece Simon cut for her in silence, felt her eyebrows tremble.
“They’ve arrived.”
She shot upright.
As she rose, the other two looked up.
“What has?”
“The Detection Magic Circle we set around the train has picked up members of the Blood Heaven Sect. At least a hundred or more, including zombies.”
Ellen’s mouth fell open, and Simon quickly scrambled to his feet.
“Let’s head to the engine room.”
“Yes.”
Ellen rushed off to brief the others on the situation, while Simon and Lette made their way into the engine room.
Metin rose from his seat and spoke.
“Ah, you’ve arrived at just the right moment. We’re about halfway through the fuel supply now…….”
“Tell everyone to evacuate. We need to get this train moving immediately.”
“What’s happened?”
“The Blood Heaven Sect is coming to seize the train.”
At those words, Metin bolted from the room at once. Lette remained in the engine room, pressing her hand against the magic circle beneath her.
“Hah.”
She exhaled softly, her eyes narrowing as she drew upon Sacred Flame.
Uuuuuuuuung!
The Sacred Flame magic circle began to activate. Another vast cosmos, intricate with complex equations, started to turn.
Clunk! Clunk!
Moments after Lette touched the magic circle, the train truly began to move. Simon let out a gasp of wonder.
“It really can go backward!”
“Reverse is a bit slow, but once we build up momentum, it should be fine.”
Lette rose from her seat and spoke.
“Come on. We need to stop those heretics.”
The two of them slipped out of the engine room and into the passenger cars.
Simon gazed out the window. A train racing through absolute darkness. And then——
-Keeeeeeee!
Just as Lette had warned, hordes of undead came swarming toward them.
Bang! Thud!
Since the train hadn’t yet reached full speed, the undead kept pace on foot and began clinging to the sides of the cars. Through the glass windows, the shrieks of these grotesque creatures erupted in screams from all around.
Simon immediately forced open the ceiling hatch and climbed onto the roof of the train.
Clunk clunk!
Cold wind whipped across his face as he looked down. The darkness roiled with writhing shapes—black and crimson. Simon moved with fluid precision, flipping his robe inside out and pulling on a mask.
Crack!
He kicked away the first undead to clamber up onto the roof, then reached into his Subspace pocket and withdrew a single remaining zombie.
“Prince. Time to work again.”
Simon brought the zombie close to the ring on his left hand as he spoke. At once, black lightning crackled down, and Prince yawned awake with a start.
[You called fast. Is it another one of those Blood Heaven bunch again?]
“Yeah.”
Zombies were climbing up onto the roof of the train. Prince’s eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze upon them.
Flash!
The zombies’ eyes glowed gold, and they immediately began kicking the undead following below them, sending them tumbling, before jumping back down themselves.
Simon left the front to Prince and raced across the roof toward the next car.
Bone Armor – Handgun Mode
He donned the Bone Armor handguns on both arms and sprinted across the roof, firing as he went. Zombies fell one after another, and those already atop the car he dispatched with kicks.
“You again?”
Metin appeared, fighting atop the roof just as Simon was, a hint of playfulness in his tone. Simon deliberately ignored him and pressed on to the next car.
“Block them! Don’t let them through!”
“Push them back however you can!”
The fact that several Priests and Clerics were among the passengers proved invaluable.
They unleashed their attacks to eliminate the undead forcing their way into the train’s interior, while ordinary passengers without access to Sacred Flame did their part by using broken glass and debris to barricade the windows—everyone working as one in defense.
Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!
The train’s speed increased steadily. Simon raced frantically from the front car toward the rear, firing bullets without pause.
“Hagh! Huh!”
Breathing heavily, Simon finally reached the tail car.
The zombies could no longer keep pace with the train’s speed now. If things continued as they were, they’d break through.
But then——
“……What in the world is that?”
Simon couldn’t trust his own eyes.
The undead were gathering on the tracks ahead, stacking their bodies into a wall of flesh. Since they couldn’t match the train’s speed, they meant to stop it with their corpses.
‘I have to clear them now!’
Simon brought the ring on his left hand close to his mouth and spoke.
“Prince! Come to the rear car! Right now!”
Bang! Thud! Thud!
Before he’d even finished speaking, a thunderous sound of something being crushed echoed from far behind. In the next instant, Prince’s form dropped down through the air, landing beside Simon.
Bang! The train roof warped inward, and from below came startled murmurs of alarm.
[He’s here. What is it?]
“See those zombie walls? Use the Crown’s power to seize control of just one zombie in the middle and hand it over to me.”
[Ah, okay. I get what you’re planning.]
Prince’s eyes blazed with intensity. A single zombie in the center of the wall’s formation flickered gold, mimicking his gaze. Simon unleashed the Dark Magic he’d prepared.
“Corpse Explosion!”
Boom-crack-crash!
The zombie erupted with a deafening roar, and the biological wall came tumbling down.
Zombie limbs flew skyward before scattering in all directions, and the charging train plowed straight through the collapsed barrier. With a thunderous crash, the corpses rocketed into the air like fireworks debris.
[Simon! There’s another wall behind us!]
“Keep going!”
He’d wondered why the attack was taking so long—they’d been preparing this ambush the whole time.
Prince would strip control from the middle zombie and bind it to Simon, then Simon would blast it apart with Corpse Explosion to demolish the wall, over and over. The pattern held.
After clearing five zombie walls in total, the space around them finally opened up.
The train picked up speed, faster than even the Blood Zombies’ characteristic swiftness could match. The Priests inside the cars cleaned up any undead clinging to the exterior or forcing their way in.
“We made it! We’re alive!”
“Wahhhhhh!”
The passengers who’d fought together raised both arms in triumph, cheering. Simon, breathless, sank to the train floor with a smile spreading across his face.
[Hey.]
Prince opened his palm, a hint of embarrassment in his expression.
Simon eagerly reached out to return the high-five, but this time Prince turned his hand downward.
“?”
[Ah, once you start a high-five, of course it’s palm-to-palm clap clap! Then fist bump! Then clap clap and tap-tap after that!]
“……?”
Simon blinked, utterly lost, before speaking.
“Wait—you’re talking about a handshake, right?”
[Yeah, that’s it!]
In the end, Simon had to clap palms from above and below, bump fists, touch elbows, and then turn away from each other in some bizarre backwards high-five variation.
Only then did Prince’s face break into a satisfied grin.
[Yes! Yes! That’s exactly it!]
With their first synchronized attempt, Prince snorted with excitement.
[From now on, whenever you summon me, you have to do this! When I put my palm out, you do the whole sequence! Memorize the order perfectly!]
“……But where did you learn something like this?”
[I just made it up myself!]
Prince conveniently left out the part about Richard playing with him like this all the time.

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