Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 191

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Summoning Genius at the Necromancer Academy – Chapter 191
Two in the morning.
Without a single light, the night city lay thick with sinister darkness, exhaling an otherworldly air.
A facet known only to the residents here—unknown to tourists who dream only of the vibrant appearance of the great metropolis Langerstin.
On this night when all slept, a man in a black hood sat on a terrace chair, quietly savoring the city’s nightscape.
“Yaaaaaawn.”
A languid yawn echoed from behind, shattering the man’s reverie.
A bearded man with a protruding belly—whiskers sprawling across his jaw and upper lip, thick enough to reach his ears—shuffled onto the terrace.
The hooded man smirked, shifting the cigar he’d been smoking from his lips to between his fingers.
“Tired?”
“Don’t even ask.”
The bearded man smacked his lips and rubbed his eyes.
“Coming here at dawn like this—how could I not be exhausted?”
“You’ve adapted well to city life.”
As he spoke, the man’s gaze lingered on the bearded man’s protruding belly and sagging clothes.
The bearded man chuckled and tapped his stomach.
“They say it’s a place where you’ll lose your nose if you blink, but once you adjust, it’s bearable enough. Truth is, I prefer this—living fiercely day to day—over raising sheep herds on some steppe.”
“Lucky man.”
The man’s tone carried unmistakable disapproval.
The bearded man yawned again.
“Since I’m drowsy, just tell me what you want. You said even I couldn’t find that person.”
“Today’s a different matter.”
The man flicked his cigar over the terrace edge and withdrew a photograph from his breast pocket—taken by a Mana Camera.
“I’m looking for this boy.”
The bearded man blinked at the photograph he’d been handed.
“That’s a Kizen Uniform. What’s this kid supposed to be?”
“A special enrollment student—number one—who was spoiled rotten at Kizen. Name’s Simon Polentia.”
The bearded man’s brow furrowed.
“…I’m warning you, it’s better not to get involved with Kizen. Especially not the students. You know what happened when Efnel terrorized a bunch of first-year kids and Neftis got hold of them—even out in that backwater they talk about it?”
“I know.”
He took the photograph back and tucked it away.
“Just tell me if you can find him or not.”
“Well, even if we don’t go looking, it’ll soon be back-to-school season, and this boy will come to the city—”
The bearded man flinched and spun around.
“What’s wrong?”
“…Someone’s in the house.”
The bearded man crept forward and poked his head toward the living room. A rat scurried across the floor inside.
The bearded man exhaled in relief.
“Third floor and somehow something like that got in—when exactly?”
Muttering irritably, he grabbed a broom from nearby. The rat was too preoccupied gnawing at cookie crumbs scattered about the house to notice.
“Easy now, stay calm.”
He murmured in a hushed voice and raised the broom—when the rat turned to face him. Its eyes gleamed like those of a wild beast.
“…!”
And as if on cue, hundreds of pairs of eyes flickered in the house’s darkness.
“AAAAARGH!”
The bearded man shrieked and dropped the broom, collapsing. A plague of rats erupted from the floor.
The hooded man jolted upright as well.
“Damn! He’s here!”
“AAAAHHH! NOOOOO!”
The bearded man tried to flee to the living room to escape the terrifying swarm, but now countless cockroaches clung to every wall, floor, and ceiling, writhing in a churning mass.
The bearded man clapped a hand over his mouth, retching violently.
Something slithered and scraped.
Something was climbing up from the terrace’s darkness.
A figure.
He stood on the third floor, having climbed upon writhing masses so thick it was impossible to tell what he was stepping on.
“HRRGH! AAAAAAHHH!”
The bearded man, mad with terror and foaming at the mouth, watched as the hooded man grinned wickedly and drew a sword from his waist.
“You’ve walked right to me!”
The man kicked off the ground and charged forward.
But at the first step, blotches erupted across his entire body; at the second, grotesque welts bloomed; by the third, his hands and feet turned a sickly yellow. On the fourth step, the man collapsed with a strangled cry, convulsing across the floor.
“Urgh! G-gghhhh!”
The man with the sword writhed and gasped, foam flecking his lips. The bearded man could only tremble as he watched the night visitor descending from the terrace toward him.
“W-what is your b-business…! No, p-please, just spare my life!”
“Just now.”
The visitor’s lips parted.
“You said Simon Polentia, didn’t you?”

* * *
“Simon! Did you pack everything?”
“Yes! All packed, Mom!”
In the early dawn, coming downstairs from the second-floor bedroom into the living room, Simon found a freshly pressed Kizen Uniform laid out. Anna had been careful to launder it without damaging the embedded Dark Magic.
Simon picked up the uniform—spotless as new cloth—and held it carefully.
‘At last, I’m wearing this.’
A faint surge of emotion rose in his chest as he changed into it.
The moment he slid his legs into the black trousers—tailored like formal suit pants—he felt the fabric’s soft, pleasant texture against his skin. Next came the belt; he threaded his arms through the white shirt, fastened the buttons, tied a red necktie over it, and finally draped the Kizen blazer with its crest across his shoulders in a sharp cut.
In the mirror, he saw a boy whose suit fit him perfectly.
‘Just like when I first entered Kizen.’
He was turning this way and that before the mirror when Anna emerged from the kitchen.
With practiced hands, she pressed an apple pie into his mouth, then smoothed and retied his necktie herself.
She stepped back, and seeing her son in uniform, her face flushed with emotion as she clasped her hands together.
“My, how you’ve grown! Our boy’s all grown up now.”
“Are you ready, Simon?”
The door opened and Richard entered, accompanied by a man in a tan robe.
“Who is this, Father?”
“A servant directly dispatched by Neftis. He’s prepared a Teleportation Magic Circle in the yard.”
The servant bowed respectfully.
“Young Master Simon, I’ve readied a Magic Circle that will transport you to the outskirts of Langerstin. From there, a carriage will have you at your destination within two hours.”
“Ah, thank you so much for your trouble!”
Kizen is Kizen, after all.
He’d felt it during the Sacred Federation trip too, but Teleportation Magic Circles were genuinely rare.
At Kizen, these Circles were freely provided even to ordinary students—yet in truth, they were devices that cost astronomical sums of money and manpower and effort to create. Most common folk never rode one in their entire lives.
“I’ll wait outside.”
The servant departed, and now came the moment of farewell.
Richard placed a hand on Simon’s shoulder and rattled off precautions for the road ahead, how to handle things if professors or other students discovered the Legion, and much more. Beside him, Anna was arranging lunch boxes.
—To Kamibarez Ursula.
Anna had painstakingly packed lunch boxes for each of Simon’s teammates. On each note she’d written their names and drawn little hearts, along with a brief message wishing them well and encouraging them in their school life.
Simon absorbed every one of Richard’s tips without missing a word, carefully placed Anna’s lunch boxes into his Subspace so they wouldn’t be crushed, then bowed respectfully.
“I’ll be going now.”
Stepping outside, Simon saw the Magic Circle in the yard.
Simon stood before the Circle, and Richard and Anna came out. Anna’s eyes filled with tears, and Richard gently drew her close, his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him.
“Be careful, Simon! Even within Kizen’s walls, never let your guard down as you would at home. Seize every ounce of knowledge and experience from the greatest Necromancers of this age and make it your own!”
“Please come back to us safe and sound. Don’t skip meals!”
Simon bowed once more with proper respect to his parents, then turned and stepped into the Teleportation Magic Circle.
‘At last. I’m going to Kizen!’
Simon’s feet lifted lightly from the ground.

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The comfort of this teleportation was indeed on a different level from what he’d experienced in the Sacred Federation.
Opening his eyes, Simon found himself in a small rural village—a sort of satellite city built to support the densely populated Langerstin.
Along the carriage road, many coaches stood queued in waiting, and drivers haggled with passengers over fares.
Simon joined the queue, and his turn came quickly; he boarded a carriage.
“To Langerstin, please.”
“Yes, sir! I’ll see you there safe and comfortable!”
The carriage departed, and Simon began reviewing the remaining holiday assignments.
They’d said it would take about two hours. Time truly flew. He was absorbed in solving a few problems when the driver announced they were almost at Langerstin.
Only then did Simon tear his gaze from his work and peer out the window.
“Wow…!”
Langerstin—the capital of the Dresden Kingdom and the port city closest to Rocksum.
The wonder he’d felt when he first escaped Leshill and saw a great city was alive again in full measure.
Towering buildings stretched skyward on all sides, and carriages crisscrossed the streets in a frenzy; between them, the streets below teemed with an endless tide of humanity.
The carriage Simon rode in came to a stop right at the edge of Langerstin.
“I’m sorry, but outside carriages can only go this far. The neighborhood is rather territorial.”
“Of course. I’ll walk from here. Thank you for the ride!”
Simon paid the driver and stepped down from the carriage. He closed his eyes and drew in one long, deep breath. The mingled voices of countless people echoed around him like a distant chorus.
‘First things first—I need to meet up with Kamibarez.’
Richard had said he was already conducting business in Langerstin, and Merin wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow. Finding Kamibarez seemed like the quickest option.
Simon made his way up the sloped streets of Langerstin at an unhurried pace.
‘She said she’d be waiting at Kambelroad, didn’t she?’
Kambelroad was the district where Necromancer supplies were sold. Simon remembered visiting it before his enrollment, shopping for a Subspace and Textbooks with Lorraine.
Simon walked, recalling various memories.
‘Though I have to say, it’s steeper than I remembered.’
True to form, the incline of the city’s streets was quite severe, and reaching the commercial heart meant trudging upward while working up a considerable sweat.
There was even a joke among Langerstin residents that living here only developed quick wits and strong leg muscles.
Clatter-clatter!
Just then, as Simon labored up the slope, a carriage passing along the carriage road suddenly came to a halt beside him.
“Hey there, young man!”
Simon stopped. The carriage door swung open with a click, revealing a pair of shapely female legs.
The door opened fully, and a woman with long, pale golden hair came into view, letting the strands stream behind her.
Simon stood frozen as she pushed her sunglasses up with her index finger and smiled at him with amusement.
“Good to see you, Simon! Coming back to prepare for the new term?”
“Serne!”
She was Serne, Kizen’s special enrollment student, number two, and the official successor to the Ivory Tower.
She tilted her eyes at him with a playful expression.
“Where are you headed?”
“…Why do you ask?”
In Serne’s presence, caution came first. She shifted to the side and patted the seat she’d just vacated.
“Langerstin’s too crowded. Get in! I’ll take you wherever you need to go.”
“No, really, there’s no need—”
“What are you doing there!”
At that moment, angry shouts erupted from multiple points along the carriage road.
“Is that woman insane!”
“Why is she just stopping in the middle of the street like this!”
Serne turned to face the clamoring drivers, gathered her long pale golden hair in one hand, and swayed her head side to side with graceful elegance.
Soft as velvet, the strands of her hair rippled, and white feathers drifted from within them, embedding themselves in the drivers’ napes. Their faces flushed red, and their expressions grew dreamy and vacant.
“Ehehe.”
“A carriage can stop for a moment.”
“Life’s healthier when you take things at leisure.”
At the drivers’ sudden change of demeanor, Simon let out a bewildered laugh.
As the carriage passengers urged the drivers to hurry, the drivers instead began scolding them. Traffic throughout the Langerstin district ground to a halt.
“Are you really going to keep a lady waiting?”
Serne patted the empty seat again, her smile never wavering.
“…Sigh.”
Eventually Simon climbed into the carriage. She called out “Let’s go~” in a voice dripping with affection, and the driver flicked the reins, setting the horses in motion.
“Where are we going?”
She put her sunglasses back on and laughed softly to herself.
“Kambelroad.”
“You heard him? Driver.”
The driver was barely visible through the thin canvas partition. He skillfully turned the horses and guided them into a side alley.
Serne stretched out her long legs, crossed one over the other, then folded her hands atop her knees and smiled contentedly.
“Once we’re back at Kizen, another intense semester begins, doesn’t it? I’m looking forward to working with you.”
“Thanks for the ride.”
“Don’t mention it~ This should be good for another seal—”
“I’m getting out.”
“Ahaha! I was just joking!”
He hadn’t thought much of it, but Serne kept bringing up those seals, and now it was starting to bother him.
Just then, Serne rapped her knuckles against the driver’s back, visible through the thin partition.
“Driver. You’re really not going to say hello? It’s been almost two months since we’ve seen each other.”
“….”
Who on earth was this person?
Then the thin partition was drawn back, revealing a face that was far too familiar.
Gray hair, a long scar running across his eye, a sharp jawline and gaze that conjured the image of a wolf.
The encounter in such an unexpected place made it all the sweeter.
Simon called out loudly.
“Kassan!”

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