Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 192

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Chapter 192
Kassan wore a straw hat on his head and a shabby brown waistcoat—the typical garb of a Langerhans coachman.
“Why is Kassan driving a carriage here?”
Simon’s gaze shifted to Serne.
“And why are the two of you together?”
No matter how he thought about it, the pairing seemed strange. Their only point of contact was that brief moment during the battle with the Saint Phlema.
“What do you mean? Is there a problem with us being together?”
Serne spoke playfully and wrapped her arms around Kassan’s back. Kassan’s expression remained unchanged as he delivered a chilling threat.
“Let go within three seconds, or I’ll kill you.”
Serne pouted, disappointed, and released him. Kassan was one of the few people immune to Serne’s Mind Control.
“I’m on a mission.”
Kassan spoke curtly, adjusting the straw hat on his head.
“And I’ll be attending Kizen in the second semester too. We’ll discuss the details at the dormitory.”
Kassan said what he needed to say and fell silent. But Simon’s eyes were gleaming at the word “mission.”
“What kind of mission is it? Has something happened in Langerhans? Let me help!”
“…Simon.”
Kassan spoke heavily.
“I know your capabilities well. But this is a mission that’s come down to me as an agent, and it’s something my team will handle ourselves. You should focus on preparing for the school year like a proper student.”
Simon hadn’t expected Kassan to radiate such frigid intensity. He stammered out his response.
“B-but we also…with Phlema…!”
“Yes, we captured the Saint. But that was then, and this is now. You’re a student. Don’t dirty your hands with unnecessary matters—students should simply fulfill their duties as students.”
Kassan seemed intent on keeping his distance. Simon felt a pang of disappointment, though he couldn’t deny that Kassan’s words held truth.
Serne, who had been watching from the side like someone peeking at a neighbor’s house, laughed and interjected.
“The coachman’s got quite a cold demeanor, doesn’t he~”
Then she looped her arms around both Simon’s and Kassan’s necks simultaneously.
“Still, we’re the famous Saint Killer Trio from Kizen, right? We could probably help out and all that!”
‘…The name is terrible.’
That was Simon’s thought, and Kassan seemed to agree, letting out a sigh.
“Let go within three seconds, or I’ll kill you.”
“Okay~”
“And that woman was only contacted as an information provider and a witness. She has nothing to do with my mission.”
As the three of them talked about this and that, the carriage had already arrived in front of Kamvelord.
“I’ll tell you one thing.”
Perhaps noticing Simon’s dejected demeanor, Kassan opened his mouth. Simon quickly lifted his head, ears perked up attentively.
“Be wary of men with strange markings painted on their bodies.”
“What?”
“That’s all I can tell you for security reasons.”
Clatter.
The carriage’s pace slowed and came to a complete stop. Serne spoke with a smile.
“That coachman will handle it himself, I’m sure. More importantly, when are you meeting up with Merin?”
“She’s supposed to arrive tomorrow. Did you two come together?”
“Well, you know we’re not that close~”
Indeed, their relationship was one-sided infatuation on one side.
Simon stepped down from the carriage and bade farewell to the two of them.
“Thank you for the ride.”
“Oh, not at all!”
“…See you at school.”
Kassan set the carriage in motion again. Simon watched it depart for a while, then turned to head onward.
Thanks to the ride, he had arrived at his destination, Kamvelord, without effort.
A golden-hued floor came into view, and around it were gloomy necromancer shops displaying monster corpses, entrails, eyeballs, and other such merchandise.
At first, such items had been nothing but horrifying, but on this second visit, he found himself genuinely interested in many of the materials.
When he spotted a Vanilla Brand Snowfield Noll Skeleton in particular, his eyes lit up without thinking, and he stopped right there to admire it.
Aware of his own reaction, he laughed at the realization that he had truly become a necromancer now.
Fighting down such strong purchasing urges, he passed through the entrance of Kamvelord and found himself in a broad, open plaza.
Necromancers sat on benches chatting, enjoying tea time, or haggling fiercely over contracts with spittle flying. Skeletons carrying luggage and skeletal horses were visible nearby.
It was then that Simon thought it would be nice to rest here for a moment.
‘Oh.’
In front of the fountain stood a female student in a Kizen School Uniform. As it happened, she turned toward Simon, her skirt fluttering.
Flowing lavender-hued hair cascading over her chest, large luminous eyes. Small fangs peeking out in an endearing way, and tiny bat wings sprouted delicately from her back.
“Simon!”
She beamed like sunshine, waving her hand. Her wings fluttered with joy, and she bounded in place to announce her presence. A smile tugged at Simon’s lips in return.
“Kamibarez!”
After two months apart, his delight was multiplied tenfold.
He was about to rush toward her when he spotted a large man in black standing at her side.
‘Who is that?’
The moment the question formed, the man’s body dissolved into a swarm of bats and vanished.
Simon stopped short in alarm, and in the next instant, bats streamed toward him, coalescing into the man’s form in a matter of seconds.
An overwhelming pressure descended, and Simon’s entire body went rigid.
His frame exceeded natural human proportions—a thick, corded neck and shoulders broad as a field, yet his torso tapered toward the waist, and his lower body was comparatively lean. He was draped in a mantle that resembled folded bat wings.
White brows, white beard, eyes the color of blood, pointed ears, and fangs that made Kamibarez’s dainty ones seem trivial—massive, razor-sharp fangs that gleamed with terrible intent.
‘…This man. He’s brutally, impossibly strong.’
Without even sensing the dark aura, Simon felt a charisma that crushed onlookers from the very first glance.
Simon bowed quickly.
“It is an honor to meet you, Father.”
There was no need to ask who he was.
He stood beside Kamibarez, he was a vampire, and a man of this caliber could only be one person.
The mightiest of the undead, the current Vampire Lord.
‘Dietrich Horn Ursula.’
At Simon’s words, Dietrich’s lips curled upward.
“Prove yourself, human.”
“…Pardon?”
“Your worth!”
Dietrich’s eyes flashed, and Simon felt a jolt of electricity surge down his spine.
For reasons he couldn’t name, primal danger blazed through him, and every hair on his body stood on end.
Something massive was coming from directly beside him.
Screeeeeeeech!
Simon hurled himself aside. Destructive force erupted before him, bisecting the fountain and tearing through the marble wall.
“Father!”
Kamibarez rushed forward to stop him, but a crimson cage fell from the sky, imprisoning her body.
“Good reflexes!”
The Vampire Lord tore his mouth open in a savage grin. Muscular, ungainly arms burst from beneath his dark mantle.
“Show me more of yourself!”
As his arm swung, a blow that warped space itself tore through the Plaza in its wake.
Simon dodged the onslaught and cried out.
“Forgive me, but I cannot wound Father on a first meeting!”
“Ha! Wounds? The most insane thing I’ve heard in ages!”
After all, he was dealing with a creature known by the epithet ‘the Immortal.’
In that case.
Simon gritted his teeth and stamped hard on the floor tile with his left foot.
‘Gate Opening!’
Six Overlord Blades erupted forth. Dietrich made no move to block, merely stiffening his form. The blades struck his mantle and bent backward on impact.
“An amusing summon—mm?”
Simon’s figure flashed, materializing at Dietrich’s flank. His hips twisted, his leg driving in a diagonal arc.
‘At last he shows his fangs!’
It was respectable combat magic.
Dietrich smirked and raised his arm to block, but instead of the kick, Simon rolled past toward Kamibarez.
Using an Overlord Blade to slice open the cage, Simon pulled her into his embrace.
“Si-Simon?”
Dietrich ran his tongue across his lips.
‘Not a bad judgment. He’s realized the difference in power and means to use my daughter as a hostage.’
But for one as strong as Dietrich, it would be trivial to dispose of Simon alone without letting Kamibarez get caught in the crossfire.
As he moved his arm.
Thud-thud.
Two Zombies Simon had summoned clung to the mantle behind Dietrich’s back. Simon’s hand opened, then closed into a fist.
‘Corpse Explosion!’
Boom!
The explosion erupted at Dietrich’s back while Simon collapsed to the ground, shielding Kamibarez. Shattered stone rained down behind them.
“Ah…?”
Kamibarez couldn’t make sense of the cascading events. Her face flushed crimson, her mind going blank.
Simon protected her while turning to look back.
Naturally, Dietrich stood unscathed, his cloak unmarred by a single scratch.
“Pressed into a corner, yet still finding room for a counterattack.”
His fangs gleamed in the light.
“So wrapping my daughter wasn’t a hostage gambit—it was protection from the blast.”
Dietrich’s shoulders trembled.
Perhaps his expectations had been so low that even this satisfied him. He roared out with ringing force.
“Now I shall grant you the right to stand before me! Lift your head high and give me your proper name, human!”
Simon spoke as if he’d been waiting for this moment, his posture refined and courteous.
“Simon Polentia of Kizen.”
“Yes! Simon Polentia! I shall specially grant you……!”
Crack!
Dietrich never finished his words. Kamibarez, her hands shaped like a pistol, cried out with tears welling in her eyes.
“Stop it! Please, just stop! You’re embarrassing me in front of Simon! Dad, you’re such an idiot!!”
The remnants of the Blood Bullet scattered downward. Though his immortal body bore no wounds, not even dust-speck scratches, his father’s face bore the hurt of a wounded heart.
Simon, too, who had been flooded with tension just moments before, finally regained his composure—and felt the blood rush to his face.
‘What did I just do?’
For a moment he’d lost all reason. No matter that he was a Vampire Lord, how could he have used Corpse Explosion on his friend’s father?
The instant his eyes met Dietrich’s, it felt as though some latent battle instinct had simply seized hold of him.
“Ahem! My daughter Kamibarez.”
The world’s strongest vampire now stood before the tiny girl, at a complete loss, perspiring in streams.
“Your father has a need to protect you. I was merely testing whether that human could keep you safe—bear me no grudge for it.”
“I’ll protect myself!”
Kamibarez clenched her fists tight against her chest, her eyes blazing with intensity.
“And besides, you have no right whatsoever to test my friend!”
Simon had never known Kamibarez could be this angry.
There were times she grew upset before, but with such an endearingly cute face, the memory never sat deep—yet now, every fiber of her being was condemning Dietrich’s actions with all her might.
While father and daughter quarreled, Simon glanced subtly around. The floor tiles were shattered into a mess, and the fountain lay destroyed, water leaking everywhere.
Meanwhile, the surrounding Necromancers’ reactions were unremarkable. If anything, they seemed to have found an amusing spectacle, watching with curious eyes.
“Is that a vampire?”
“They look really strong.”
“Isn’t that Dietrich Horn Ursula?”
“Nah, come on! Don’t all vampires look like Dietrich to you?”
Murmur, murmur, murmur.
Somehow the stares were drawing near. Kamibarez seemed aware of it too; her face flushed red, and she suddenly grasped Simon’s School Uniform sleeve tightly.
“I, I should get going now! I didn’t want this, but thank you for bringing me here! From now on, I’ll be spending time with my friends!”
She turned on her heel and walked away. Simon followed, his sleeve being tugged, as he glanced back over his shoulder.
Dietrich, his expression murderous, placed two fingers to his own eyes and made a gesture of watching them. Simon gave a respectful bow.
“You don’t need to bow! Come on, let’s go!”
“Right, okay.”

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