Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 198

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 198
As Hector rose with a menacing air, Walter asked with a gentle smile.
“What’s wrong?”
Soft charisma.
There was no aggression in Walter’s smile, yet something about it commanded respect—a dignity one could not treat lightly.
Hector scrambled to his feet, muttering something under his breath about Professor Kizen. His eyes betrayed a storm of internal conflict in real time, but eventually his gaze settled back into focus.
“I’ve caused you considerable trouble, Professor. My apologies.”
Hector lowered his head in submission.
‘Just as I thought. He knows exactly when to yield.’
Simon felt a quiet relief wash over him.
Though Hector was notorious among his peers for his reckless, volatile temper, he conducted himself with impeccable respect toward faculty and other elders—a reputation earned. The boy was quite shrewd, all things considered.
“I’m not a professor at Kizen yet.”
Walter scratched the side of his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.
“The cleanup will be handled by House Muir. I will personally accept whatever punishment is deemed appropriate upon my return to Kizen.”
With that, Hector turned and walked away with heavy steps.
Simon watched his retreating figure in silence.
What set Hector apart from other students like Privilege #10 Malcolm or Third Prince Andrew—boys who burned themselves out with their violent temperament—was precisely this: he knew when to bow out of a fight.
Once the crowd realized the conflict was over, they dispersed quickly. Walter and Kamibarez were chatting away together.
‘?’
But there, on the ground, lay an unmistakably expensive Golden Fountain Pen.
Simon bent down and picked it up.
‘How do you read this again?’
Engraved on the pen in elegant cursive was a single word.
‘…Judah? Seems like a person’s name. Whose is it?’
That was when.
Simon felt the hair on his entire body stand on end. He turned his head.
“!”
The man who had been addressing students with such warmth and gentleness—Walter—was now staring at him with eyes terrible and inhuman, brimming with killing intent.
Startled, Simon blinked, wondering if his eyes had deceived him. But Walter had already returned to his usual warm smile.
“Ah, thank you. I must have dropped it earlier.”
Walter extended his hand. Simon bowed respectfully and returned the pen. As Walter took it, he asked quietly.
“Did you see?”
…What was he asking about?
The word ‘Judah’ engraved on the pen? Or those chilling, terrible eyes from a moment ago?
Simon opened his mouth.
“It looks like you received this as a gift, Professor.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because it says ‘Judah’ on it. I’ve heard that with luxury fountain pens like this, it’s customary to have one’s own name engraved.”
Simon said this while observing Walter’s reaction. But he merely smiled with his eyes.
“It’s a keepsake. A deceased’s possession that I inherited.”
“Ah, I see. My apologies for prying.”
Walter slipped the pen into his jacket pocket and extended his hand again.
“Student, what was your name again?”
Simon accepted the handshake and answered.
“Simon Polentia.”
“You’re a sharp student. I look forward to working with you.”
The two shook hands with smiles on their faces. Kamibarez watched the exchange with satisfaction.
“Professor! Simon is my group partner!”
“Ah yes, that mysterious male classmate you’ve been telling me about?”
“Oh, Professor!”
Kamibarez’s face flushed. Walter’s gaze shifted toward Simon.
“I heard much from Master Silaji. I’ve received all the research results regarding your SM-1 Blood Type, so starting next semester you’ll be able to receive proper instruction in Blood Magic.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Simon nodded.
But more than that.
‘When is he planning to let go?’
The handshake should have ended, but Walter continued to grip his hand.
Simon decided to exert force suddenly, breaking free from his grasp with a movement that skirted the edge of rudeness. Then, moving naturally, he bent at the knee and pretended to tie his shoelace.
“My apologies, Professor. I showed poor form in your presence.”
“Hmm? Your laces were undone. No matter. It was quite an intense fight earlier.”
It was then that Kamibarez glanced sidelong at Walter and spoke.
“Professor! Simon wasn’t trying to fight. He was just—”
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of disciplining him for something that happened when I wasn’t his professor.”
Walter, having said this, extended his hand toward Kamibarez.
“But do you have somewhere to stay? Come to our dormitory. I’d like to discuss Ursula’s blood type at length, the one I mentioned before.”
At his words, Kamibarez gently grasped Simon’s sleeve with both hands.
“Thank you for the invitation, but it’s all right. I promised I’d stay with my group members.”
“I see.”
Walter lowered his hand and smiled with a hint of regret.
“Then let’s meet again in Kizen. The city has been unsettled lately, so be careful of yourselves.”
“Yes! We’ll see you in Kizen!”
“Please head on, Professor.”
Walter waved his hand to the two of them, then turned and walked away. Simon, who had been looking down, glanced up slightly.
That man—the new Blood Magic professor replacing Silaji.
‘…Judah. Why do I feel like I’ve seen that name recently?’
“What’s wrong, Simon?”
“Oh, nothing. Just random thoughts. Merin will be waiting. Let’s go buy the quill pen.”
“Okay!”

* * *
The two of them purchased the quill pen and packed plenty of food for lunch, then returned to the Clock Tower Dormitory.
“Merin! Hector! We’re back!”
Kamibarez, her shopping basket hooked over her arm, hurried into the common room with quick steps. But the dormitory was empty.
“Oh, where did both of them go?”
“What’s wrong?”
Simon, following behind her, asked as he changed into his indoor slippers.
“I don’t see Merin or Hector anywhere.”
Simon set the side dishes he was carrying on the kitchen counter and checked the bathroom, but the two were nowhere to be found.
“Did they step out for a moment while doing homework?”
“Seems that way.”
Simon, exhausted from fighting Hector, collapsed onto the soft sofa. He was beginning to recover now.
“Please rest! I’ll prepare the meal before they return.”
“No, I’ll help.”
Simon rose from the sofa again.
…….
As he stood, something caught Simon’s eye—a flicker of awareness as he glanced at the floor.
With a slight frown, Simon knelt and slowly began to sweep his hand across the floor.
‘Dirt. And traces of footprints.’
Indoor slippers were required in this dormitory, yet there was dirt. Simon began to examine the floor with meticulous care.
He could see marks where footprints had been hastily erased. But it seemed they hadn’t managed to clean everything up in the time available.
Why would Merin and Hector need to erase their footprints? And both of them had been in their slippers, having just woken up.
…….
Following the trail of erased footprints, Simon found they led to the Terrace. He stepped outside and scanned the area keenly.
Only one section of the terrace railing had its dust cleanly wiped away, leaving a mark behind—as if something like a rope had been secured there.
“Simon?”
Kamibarez, sensing that something was wrong, stepped onto the Terrace.
“Your expression is frightening. What’s happened?”
“It seems…”
Simon turned to look at Kamibarez with a taut expression.
“There was an intruder in the dormitory.”

* * *
Dim lighting, humid air, and a place that reeked of mildew.
Merin let out a long sigh.
“……Sigh.”
She was being held captive.
Her arms were bound behind her to a metal chair, and her legs were fixed with rope—she couldn’t move an inch.
Somehow it felt like déjà vu from Deathland.
The anger she had suppressed for so long began to creep upward.
“Ugh, this is so irritating!”
She let out a sharp cry, and the men around her flinched, turning to look. Whether they watched or not, she ground her teeth in frustration.
‘I’m winning this whole thing by myself!’
Simon and Kamibarez had gone outside, while Merin was drilling Dick with holiday assignments. Dick had grown restless and was studying out on the Terrace when suddenly a yelp pierced the air—’Ack!’
Merin rushed to the Terrace in alarm, but it was already too late. Somehow those hulking muscle-bound men had climbed up ropes and invaded the Terrace. Dick, still wearing his Kizen School Uniform, was rolling across the floor from a solid blow.
The clash erupted in an instant.
Merin displayed a dazzling display of martial prowess, cutting down eight mysterious men single-handedly, but when the intruders stripped Dick’s uniform and held a blade to his throat, she had no choice.
In the end, she was dragged to this place—wherever it was.
‘If only that idiot hadn’t been there!’
Her gaze lowered. Dick, similarly bound with rope and collapsed on the floor, was writhing like a caterpillar.
He’d been hit with some strange poison and was babbling nonsense, limbs twitching. It was truly pathetic.
“You needn’t worry. It’s Nerve Disruption Poison. You’ll recover without side effects in an hour or two, or so they say.”
A slightly awkward Continental tongue reached her ears. Merin, bound to a chair, lifted her head. A man was walking toward her from the darkness.
The same one who had subdued Dick.
“Who the hell are you people!”
Merin’s voice rang out.
“You dare kidnap Kizen students? Did you crawl up from some backwater village? Or did you all take arrows to the head?”
A few of the men’s eyebrows twitched, but the one approaching Merin raised a hand to silence them.
Like the others around him, he was bare-chested with strange markings painted across his body. But his frame was monstrously large, his markings far more ornate, and on his head he wore the entire skin of a lion’s head, flipped inside-out.
Without doubt, he was the leader, Merin concluded.
“My name is Wichasha Whamlata. And we are the Hufa Tribe.”
“Whether you’re Hufa or not, get me out of these bonds!”
“I’m afraid I cannot grant that request, or so I say.”
Wichasha looked down at her with emotionless eyes.
“Prepare.”
At his word, men emerged from the darkness carrying strange objects. Wichasha received what looked like a crimson cloth and looked down at Merin.
“It won’t take long.”
He stretched both arms forward, the red cloth in his hands, toward Merin’s head. Merin squeezed her eyes shut.
‘……Please, just hurry and come! Simon!’

* * *
Huff! Huff!
Simon and Kamibarez were running through the streets, breathing heavily.
They’d received information from travelers passing near the Clock Tower Dormitory.
Large men wrapped in robes had been seen leaving the Clock Tower in a group. Dick and Merin must have been abducted by them.
“What on earth is happening?”
Kamibarez spoke, her voice trembling.
“Why would they take Dick and Merin……!”
“I have no idea either.”
There were no clues. Too many possibilities existed.
‘What am I missing?’
Simon decided to calmly organize the information he’d gathered since arriving in this city.
First, the abductors had broken the Unwritten Rule—anyone from the Dark Alliance would know never to lay a hand on a Kizen student.
The crime was likely committed by outsiders, not residents or gangs of Langerstin. Though he hated to think it, the worst case couldn’t be ruled out: a fanatical Priest hiding in the city.
And there was another crucial piece of information.
—Beware of men with strange markings on their bodies.
Kassan’s voice echoed in his mind.
Kassan wasn’t the type to ramble carelessly.
Why had he warned about men with markings on their bodies? Weren’t those the very ones who’d come out of the Clock Tower?
As Simon’s thoughts reached that point—
“Oh, could it be……!”
Kamibarez trembled as she offered a new possibility.
“What if it’s connected to that murderer in the newspapers? The one causing such a stir in Langerstin lately?”
“……Maybe.”
He couldn’t be certain, but that theory seemed slightly off. Simon opened a Pocket Dimension and retrieved the newspaper he’d bought earlier.
The crime scene was laid bare.
Walls were shattered, and a body lay sprawled in the middle of the street with both arms spread wide.
A crime that seemed somewhat impulsive. The perpetrator hadn’t bothered to cover his tracks.
But the men who’d abducted the two were different. They’d climbed all the way up to the Clock Tower, abducted Dick and Merin, and then meticulously erased all traces of their presence.
These two types of crimes didn’t seem to fit together.
‘Ah!’
Simon’s eyes widened as he studied the murder scene photograph in the newspaper. Looking closer, he could make out a chaotic pattern smeared across the victim’s abdomen.
‘No… it can’t be.’
Simon stopped walking.
“Simon?”
“Give me a moment, Kamibarez.”
Simon dashed into a nearby general store and bought every issue of the Langerstin regional newspaper from the past few days. Every front page carried the story of the mysterious murders.
‘I was right.’
Despite variations in size and color, every victim bore the same strange marking on their body. The killer wasn’t some indiscriminate madman after all.
‘He’s only been killing men with that marking on their bodies.’
Now it made sense why Kassan had cautioned him specifically about men bearing such marks—not just the recent murders in general.
This shifted the likelihood considerably: those marked men could very well have been the ones who kidnapped Dick and Merin.
But then, who exactly were these men?
What had they done to deserve death?
More pressingly, why had they abducted the two of them? What purpose drove such an act?
‘Perhaps I should try to find Kassan.’
But locating Kassan in this sprawling, labyrinthine city would be like searching for a needle in a desert.
Besides, Kassan was likely already pursuing those men, so there was little point in wasting effort to find him first.
‘What, then, is my best course of action?’
Simon’s mind raced through the possibilities.

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