Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 2

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy — Chapter 2
After Nephthys departed, Simon found himself living through the busiest week of his life.
His father Richard, ordinarily the most unhurried of men, behaved as though possessed by some invisible force.
That sharp glint in his eyes and his decisive movements left no room for childish protests like “Do we really have to go to Kyzen?”—they simply evaporated.
Richard cast magic upon Simon’s body. He called it the process of creating a “Core,” but whatever it was, it hurt like nothing Simon had ever known.
After four days and nights of continuous work on the Core’s construction, Simon climbed into a carriage alongside Richard.
It was an extraordinarily large and luxurious carriage—far too fine for the modest state of their territory. The cushions were softer than anything Simon had ever felt, and his mouth fell open in astonishment.
“You must stay well, Simon.”
Anna, who had insisted on loading two weeks’ worth of provisions into the carriage, waved her hand as tears glistened in her eyes.
“If you find yourself unable to bear it, come back to Reshill whenever you need to.”
Richard, known far and wide as a devoted husband, scolded her for speaking such words to a child taking his first steps into the world.
Simon, who had never once witnessed the couple quarrel in all his life, felt the sudden reality settle upon him—his everyday world had truly begun to change.
“Then we shall depart.”
The coachman took hold of the reins, and the carriage wheels began to turn.
And so, Simon’s adventure began—he who had lived his entire life in Reshill.
Of course, the journey bore little resemblance to a comfortable carriage ride. Inside the carriage, Richard taught Simon dark magic in intensive sessions.
“Practice your breathing.”
The instruction to breathe was Richard’s way of telling him to use the Breathing Technique he had been taught.
Simon inhaled deeply, drawing the Mana suspended in the air into his body. It was an exercise he had performed countless times, so it came without difficulty.
“Now slowly move the Mana within you and guide it through your Core.”
Richard placed his hand on Simon’s chest to assist him. Simon carefully directed the Mana flowing like a river down through his heart to the Core beneath it.
Something had changed. The fluid Mana had taken on a thicker consistency, becoming denser and more solid.
“Now guide the Mana to flow through your arm. Yes, that’s it—release it from your hand.”
With the sensation of a blocked meridian suddenly opening,
a black liquid beaded on Simon’s palm like drops of perspiration.
As Simon blinked and gazed down at his palm, Richard smiled broadly.
“Well done, Simon. This—this is Chil-huk, the very source of a Necromancer’s power.”
According to Richard, there had once been an age when knights and mages ruled the continent.
Of course, in the present day, they had fallen into decline, overwhelmed by the Necromancers who now dominated. Knights could not overcome a Necromancer’s numbers, and mages were outdone in casting speed and destructive force.
“The greatest difference between a mage and a Necromancer lies in the presence or absence of Chil-huk.”
Richard extended his left hand. Above his palm, blue Mana shimmered like heat haze.
“Mana possesses the qualities of a gas. Its density is low, making it difficult to bind, and it naturally disperses into the atmosphere.”
He extended his right hand now. A viscous black liquid welled up like a spring from his palm and flowed down beneath it.
“Chil-huk, by contrast, possesses qualities closer to a solid or liquid. Composed of dense Magical Power, it binds easily and is freely malleable in form.”
The viscous black liquid flowing down his palm suddenly surged upward. It gathered in the air and transformed into a flower, then a wave; it became a serpent flicking its tongue, then a spinning windmill.
“Wow……!”
As Simon gasped in wonder at the sudden display, the Chil-huk reshaped itself into a Magic Circle. From the dark Magic Circle, constructed of countless runes, red light burst forth as though a bomb had detonated.
A chill ran through him, and every hair on his body stood on end.
Something—something tremendous was about to happen……!
Crack!
Richard clenched his fist, and the Magic Circle shattered. The ashes that fell to the floor slowly dissipated.
“We call those who wield dominion through this Chil-huk as its foundation Necromancers.”
Simon nodded as though mesmerized.
“Time is short, so there is little I can teach you. Let us focus on fundamental practice—drawing Chil-huk from your Core during the time we have left.”
“Yes, Father!”
Practicing the creation of Chil-huk proved far more engaging than Simon had anticipated.
At first, only droplets pooled in his palm, but as time passed, their size grew and their forms changed continuously.
With such visible progress before his eyes, Simon became absorbed in practice, losing all sense of time. Richard, pleased by his son’s rapid advancement, guided him without allowing him to fall into careless haste.
‘……Monstrous progress.’
Richard did not show it, but inwardly he could scarcely conceal his astonishment.
From simple projection to form manipulation in barely four days.
This was genuinely abnormal.
Considering that even a gifted prodigy required anywhere from half a year to nearly two years to achieve form manipulation, one could scarcely exaggerate in calling Simon a boy born for Chil-huk. Teaching him left Richard’s skin prickling with awe at every turn.
In truth, Richard had long been aware of Simon’s talent. He had simply held back from creating the Core, waiting for the right moment.
An talent that erupts before the self and emotions have been established is poison. Richard regretted more than anyone else the tyrannical acts of his own childhood, and he refused to pass that error on to his son.
But now, at last, the time had come for Simon to bloom. The entire continent would soon be astonished by this child’s emergence.
Merely imagining it sent such exhilaration through Richard’s body that he could scarcely remain still in his seat.
“Father! Look!”
Simon raised Chil-huk above his palm, where it wavered like flame. Richard regarded it with a serious expression.
“Mm-hmm. Beautiful Chil-huk with just a hint of blue light running through it.”
“S-so this is good, right? Is it some rare case? Do I have talent?”
“You’re just naturally gifted at looking cool.”
……
Simon’s face fell as he resumed practice. Richard turned away, barely suppressing the corners of his mouth as they threatened to rise.
‘Keeping a straight face is harder than I thought.’
Time slipped away quickly after that.
For Simon, a week passed without his even noticing how the days were going.
And then.
“I’m afraid this is where I must leave you, Simon.”
Richard’s announcement came suddenly. Simon felt his heart drop into his stomach.
“I thought you were taking me all the way to Kyzen.”
“Forgive me, but your father has obligations that prevent him from setting foot in Dresden Kingdom territory. From here on, you must make all the decisions and move forward alone.”
An oppressive weight crashed down on him all at once, and he swallowed hard. Having lived only in Reshill for seventeen years, it would be a lie to say this sudden change didn’t frighten him.
Then Richard gripped Simon’s hand firmly.
“I promise you, my son. You’ll do better than anyone. And.”
Richard smiled warmly.
“I’m genuinely proud of you.”
Hearing his father’s acknowledgment for the first time in his life, Simon felt his chest tighten with emotion.
“I’ll see you when I return, Father.”
After parting with Richard, Simon spent the remaining journey alone in the spacious carriage, devoting every spare moment to refining his Chil-huk.
Another week passed in this way.
“Wow……!”
He had arrived at Langerstin, the capital of Dresden Kingdom.
Simon’s first impression of the great city was simply one of being overwhelmed.
Towering buildings everywhere, carriages crisscrossing the streets in chaotic profusion, and throngs of people swarming about—his eyes spun at the sight of such spectacle, something he had never witnessed before.
“Out of the way! Clear the path!”
Simon jumped back in alarm. A massive carriage, wider than five meters, came hurtling down a steep slope. The creature pulling it was nothing but a skeletal horse, its entire body composed of bare bone.
‘Undead!’
The dead were walking openly through the heart of the city.
From the simple labor of pulling carts and rickshaws to handing out pamphlets in the square.
It was a sight that could only be seen in an age when Necromancers had become the mainstream.
‘Stay sharp.’
Simon lightly patted his own cheek, then unfolded a crumpled note he’d pulled from his pocket.

‘So I just need to find this address?’
Simon steeled himself.
Whether it’s Langerstin or Reshill, people are people everywhere. Once he reached this address and met the guide who would lead him to Kyzen, everything would fall into place.
But from this information alone, he had no sense of direction.
In the end, Simon approached a woman with luxuriant golden hair who stood with her back to him.
“I-I beg your pardon, madam. Might I ask you for directions?”
The moment the woman turned around, Simon’s blood ran cold.
One of her eyes was bulging from its socket, dangling grotesquely on what appeared to be thin threads.
“What is it, dear?”
……
‘Don’t react. Don’t react.’
Simon desperately steadied his racing heart and forced an awkward smile.
“I’m trying to find this address on this paper……”
“An address? Let me see.”
As the dangling eye stretched outward with a sickening slickness to scan the paper, cold sweat poured down Simon’s spine. Fortunately, he kept his lips clamped shut, preventing even the smallest sound from escaping.
“Ah, Camelord? One of the city’s landmarks. Go around that square you can see up there, then head right—you’ll find an alley paved with golden tiles.”
“Ah……! Thank you so very much!”
Simon bowed deeply in gratitude.
The woman opened the fan in her hand to cover her mouth and chuckled softly.
“Such courteous manners—rare to see these days. May good fortune find you in Langerstin.”
Things seemed to be working out rather well!
After offering his thanks once more, Simon strode purposefully toward the square she had indicated.
……
And a moment later.
A man who had been quietly observing the entire scene approached the woman in exactly the same manner as Simon had.

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‘Finally in Camelord.’
How had this city grown so bewilderingly complex? After wandering for twenty minutes, Simon had finally made his way inside Camelord. Just as the woman had said, the floor tiles were painted in gold.
‘239, 239…….’
He walked along checking the addresses posted on each building against the scrap of paper in his hand.
“Pardon me.”
Someone appeared suddenly from across the street and called out to him.
It was a bald man with beads of sweat dotting his forehead. He pulled out a handkerchief to dab his brow, then spoke in a courteous tone.
“Are you perhaps headed to 239 Camelord—specifically SL1E 6AJ?”
Simon’s eyes widened.
How on earth did he know even the postal code?
“Ah! Are you the guide that Howl sent……!”
The man nodded.
“Yes, I’m the guide Howl hired! Since you were taking longer than expected, I was searching around wondering if perhaps you’d lost your way.”
Simon released a long breath of relief and replied.
“I’m glad we’ve finally met. My name is Simon Polentia.”
“I’m Raulei, a guide here in Langerstin. This way, please. You must be tired from your journey, so I’ll take you to your lodgings first.”
Simon nodded and followed behind him.
“It should take about fifteen minutes. I’ll get you there as quickly as I can, taking the back routes.”
“Yes!”
As they left Camelord and walked through winding alleyways, Simon gazed around with undisguised curiosity.
Buildings everywhere—pressed so densely together that space seemed scarcely wasted.
The population of this city alone seemed to outnumber the entire population of Reshill’s domain many times over.
“I was truly worried, sir. It’s dangerous for outsiders to wander through Langerstin alone without a guide.”
Raulei rattled on without pause.
“People say even a fool can have his eyes plucked out here. The city swarms with those trying to fleece unsuspecting travelers—pickpockets, robbers, merchants charging exorbitant prices. Once we reach your lodgings, I’ll teach you a few phrases in the Langerstin Dialect. It’s only a temporary fix, but it’s better than knowing nothing at all.”
“I see.”
Simon smiled broadly.
“So you’re planning to swindle me too, then.”
“……!!”
Raulei stopped dead in his tracks.
“S-sir? What do you mean by that…….”
“Your gaze keeps drifting downward.”
Simon pointed with his index finger as he spoke.
“You’ve already felt the lower pocket of your vest directly—checking to make sure what’s inside is still there. Based on the pocket’s width and the creases, it looks like you’re carrying something like a knife.”
“…….”
Raulei turned to look at Simon, cold sweat glistening on his skin.
“That’s…… yes. You’re right.”
Click.
He acquiesced readily, revealing the handle of a knife from his vest’s lower pocket.
“As I said, Langerstin is a dangerous place. In these narrow alleys, there’s no telling who you might encounter…….”
“Besides, this person Howl you mentioned earlier—I actually made him up.”
Simon laughed cheerfully, cradling the back of his head in his palm.
“The moment I said Howl’s guide, you jumped at it. Howl is the name of Johnson’s favorite goat back in Reshill. Are you running errands for a goat?”
“…….”
The amiable smile on Raulei’s face hardened into rigid lines.
“So you knew all along and still followed me? What the hell are you?!”

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