Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 200

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 200
Byeol-Ya Toon Sokuem Malarat.
A woman with a name similar to Hong Peng’s, and a stature and appearance to match.
But everything else was different. Hong Peng, despite her exotic features, carried both the dignity and gentleness befitting a Kizen Professor—a person of integrity. This woman’s first impression, however, seemed far closer to beast than human.
And yet this was the one.
‘The new Poison Magic professor!’
The Blood Magic professor replacement had been sudden, but the arrival of a new Poison Magic instructor was a confirmed matter.
Entrusting this woman with the Poison Magic professorship felt like quite an unconventional appointment.
“While we’re on the subject, I’ll make you a proposal!”
She thrust her head forward and flicked her tongue.
The saliva pooling on her tongue was not transparent but a pale green hue. As it dripped onto the table, the surface began to dissolve.
“Special Case 1, kid! Become my Direct Disciple!”
“…I beg your pardon?”
Simon’s face filled with countless question marks.
What? Where did this sudden development come from?
“Might I ask the reason, Professor?”
“What kind of question is that!”
She threw her arms open and laughed heartily.
“Since I’m already coming to Kizen, I’ll reach heights that bastard Hong Peng could never aspire to! And you’re my first choice toward that goal!”
She raised her index finger sharply.
“You, Special Case 1! I’m bringing both Special Cases 2 and 3 under me as well! They’re prodigies, aren’t they? If a professor’s going to be the best, shouldn’t she have students like that?”
Was she saying she’d make Serne and Shatel specialize in Poison Magic too?
Though Simon couldn’t fathom what she was thinking, he bowed his head.
“For such a reason, I must respectfully decline.”
“Whaaaaaat?”
Enraged, she lifted both legs high and slammed the table with a resounding bang.
Simon, unbowed, continued calmly.
“I don’t know what kind of person you are, Professor. I’ve never attended your lectures, and I don’t know what I might learn from you. If I’m to be merely a tool for realizing your ambitions, that alone seems insufficient reason for me to accept.”
He’d phrased it as diplomatically as he could. He hoped she’d understand.
“Then let’s settle this right here and now! If I win, you’re in!”
She clearly hadn’t understood a word.
“Surely you’re not serious, Professor?”
“Is that so? Fine, I won’t use one arm.”
“…I decline.”
“I won’t use both arms or my legs.”
“This isn’t a matter of difficulty. I have no intention of dueling at all.”
Logic, it was said, could never defeat boundless illogic.
He’d never faced anyone like this before, and for a moment he felt adrift.
But there was something more pressing. Simon extracted himself from Byeol-Ya’s momentum and spoke.
“Rather, there’s something I’d like to ask you, Professor.”
With that, he withdrew a newspaper article from his coat and unfolded it.
“Do you recognize this dead person shown in the paper?”
“Yeah. I killed them.”
The plainness of her answer left Simon momentarily speechless. Byeol-Ya laughed with a cackle and uncorked a fresh bottle of spirits.
“What! Is the kid actually trying to interrogate me in the name of Kizen? Ah—it’s possible. Right now I’m not yet a Kizen Professor. I’ll receive my Teaching Authority formally tomorrow.”
It seemed similar to Walter’s situation. But that wasn’t the crucial point.
“Today, my friends who are current Kizen students were kidnapped.”
Simon lowered the newspaper and wore a grave expression.
“Though I haven’t confirmed the reason or purpose of the abduction, I believe these people are strong suspects, and I’m pursuing them.”
“Those guys are Hufa Tribe.”
Hufa Tribe? Simon reacted quickly, filing away this new information.
“What kind of people are the Hufa Tribe? And what is your relationship with them, Professor?”
“A hostile ethnic minority I clashed with when I lived in the Grasslands. We fought often back then.”
She smiled wickedly.
“They want my head.”
“I see….”
“Even in this city, they spread bloodlust and came at me with blades to cut me down. I simply returned the favor in kind.”
An unsettling thought suddenly crossed Simon’s mind.
“Do you know where the Hufa Tribe is located, Professor?”
“That’s of little interest to me! And besides, they don’t know where I a—”
Whoom-whoom-whoom-whoom!
The sudden rush of wings snapped both their heads upward.
Through the gaping hole in the ceiling, countless birds wheeled in low formation, scattering flyers from their talons without discrimination. A few drifted down into the tavern where they sat.
Simon picked up one of the flyers.
!
His eyes blazed with fury.
In the photograph taken by the Mana Camera, Merin was bound to a chair with her eyes and mouth covered, and behind her, Dick’s figure was visible as well.
“What is this.”line>
Byeol-Ya picked up a flyer too.

“We have the Kizen student. Byeol-Ya Toon Sokuem Malarat—you will renounce your position as Kizen Professor and return alone to Lion Rock in the Grasslands by tomorrow night. If you refuse, these two will not live.”
Ha!
Byeol-Ya burst into loud laughter.
“These bastards are really milking it, aren’t they?”
Simon’s expression darkened.
So the kidnapping was meant to draw out Byeol-Ya, who was about to become the Poison Magic professor? What kind of bitter grudge would drive them to such an extreme measure?
“Well, let’s see what we can do about this.”
She shuffled over to a chair, settled into it, and crossed her legs. Her eyes gleamed with intent.
[Search.]
A low rumbling swept through the tavern.
Rats and insects hidden throughout the building scattered in all directions, and ravens roosting on the roof took flight into the sky.
‘Animal Mastery.’
It was the power of the Druid Clan, now believed to have vanished completely from the world. Hong Peng had once shown them his ability to command hippos during class.
Either way, Simon had no choice but to trust in Byeol-Ya’s Detection Ability.
“Professor, what kind of grudge do you have with the Hufa Tribe that innocent friends of mine have been dragged into this?”
“What, are you blaming me?”
“No, I’m just curious.”
She brought a fresh drink and held it to her lips.
“That’s a story, you see.”

* * *
A soft tearing sound.
Wichasha, chieftain of the Hufa Tribe, untied the cloth that had been bound around Merin’s eyes. As it fell away, her blue eyes blazed—raw with fury and humiliation.
“I’m sorry. For having you photographed like that.”
“Right.”
She spoke through gritted teeth, barely containing her irritation.
“So your plan is to use our lives as leverage to drag out this Poison Magic professor candidate, Byeol-Ya?”
“That’s what we intend.”
Byeol-Ya was a wanderer who drifted aimlessly across the world, and Wichasha and the Hufa Tribe had been pursuing her for years for Blood Revenge.
But then something happened that turned the world upside down. Kizen had made contact with Byeol-Ya and offered to accept her as the new Poison Magic professor.
The position of Kizen Professor was the highest rank within the Dark Alliance—untouchable by anyone. The moment she took power and disappeared to Rocksum, the Hufa Tribe’s Blood Revenge would become impossible.
“And that’s not where it ends—her retaliation would begin.”
Wichasha ground his teeth.
“I’ve heard the Kizen Professor can command the Necromancers of the headquarters at will. If she sent just a few of them to the Grasslands, our ecosystem would collapse and our clan would be annihilated. This is a matter of our people’s survival.”
“So your plan is to stop her from becoming Kizen Professor, drag her out, and kill her?”
Merin laughed mockingly.
“This is absurd. If you’re so terrified of someone you have a grudge against wielding power, then go crawl to her as a tribe and beg her forgiveness. Give up on revenge entirely.”
“We cannot abandon revenge. And I would sooner die than kneel before her.”
“But, sir—”
Dick, sitting opposite them, turned and interjected. His eyes had begun to focus again, some clarity returning to his expression.
“Why do you people cling so desperately to revenge? What exactly is your grudge with this Byeol-Ya?”
Wichasha’s face hardened.
His subordinate had signaled there was no need to say more, but Wichasha shook his head and opened his mouth.
“In the Grasslands, the Hufa Tribe and Byeol-Ya’s Malarat Tribe were enemies. Our nomadic territories overlapped, and many conflicts arose from that. Warriors died in those disputes—such things are inevitable. But!”
His eyes burned red.
“She violated the Taboo!”
“How so?”
“She didn’t just kill warriors in battle. She entered our villages and slaughtered women and children.”
Silence.
Wichasha’s shoulders sagged under the weight of his anger.
“Among the dead was my wife. I can never forgive her. I have sworn—by whatever means necessary—to destroy her with my own hands.”
Dick’s mouth had gone dry, his eyes rolling helplessly, and Merin’s frustration only deepened.
“Then settle your revenge among yourselves and work out your debts however you like! Why are you dragging us into this? We have nothing to do with it!”
“I apologize for that.”
Merin, who had been shrieking her anger, suddenly flinched and fell silent.
She closed her mouth and remained quiet for a moment, as if lost in thought, before her expression turned cold and sharp.
“Sir. Answer me straight.”
“I will.”
“If Byeol-Ya doesn’t comply with your demands and crosses over to Rocksum to become a Kizen Professor, what do you plan to do then?”
……
Byeol-Ya didn’t know Merin and Dick’s faces. She wasn’t yet a Kizen Professor. There was plenty of possibility she would ignore what happened to the two of them and head to Rocksum anyway.
But Wichasha shook his head in denial.
“That won’t happen. Byeol-Ya has too much pride. If she feels insulted, she’ll rage and accept our challenge…….”
“I’m asking you a hypothetical. If Byeol-Ya doesn’t comply with your demands, what then?”
Wichasha fell silent, pressing his lips together, and Merin struck back.
“You must harbor quite a deep grudge. Will you just accept it as inevitable and head back to the Grasslands? I doubt even you can say that’s the case, can you?”
……
After a moment’s silence, he opened his mouth.
“If that were to happen, I believe our response would have to change accordingly.”
Wichasha, evading the question with his evasive answer, turned his back and walked away.
Watching his demeanor, Merin became certain of one thing: these were absolutely not people to be trusted. She should have realized it from the moment they kidnapped people for their own purposes, whether revenge or anything else.
‘I have to find a way out of this on my own.’
But Dick, seated behind her, was already joking and laughing loudly with the other Hufa Tribe members.
How nice it must be to have such peace of mind. When tomorrow we might face who knows what fate.
Angry, Merin tilted her chair forward slightly, then shoved it back hard, driving the back of it into the back of Dick’s head.
“Ow! Why’d you hit me!”
“Just because!!”
Get your head on straight!
Her frustration threatened to burst out, but she couldn’t let it show. For now, she had to play along, pretending to obey their orders while searching for a way to escape.
And above all.
‘Simon will definitely find us.’
The Hufa Tribe’s greatest mistake wasn’t targeting Simon and Kamibarez—it was kidnapping her and Dick.
Simon was moving with eyes wide open, blazing with intensity. She had faith that he would find them no matter what.
Her bound hands trembled slightly as she flexed them in the chair.
The moment of counterattack will surely come. She needed to be ready for it.
‘Sigh.’
Her head tilted toward the ceiling. Being trapped like this, she felt that strange sensation again—déjà vu.
‘……But he probably won’t come, will he?’
Pion.
An absolute powerhouse who had even fought the Saint one-on-one.
Whenever she found herself in danger, he appeared.
His identity remained a mystery, but Merin was certain Pion was connected to Kizen.
With enough strength to fight the Saint, he was definitely not a student—perhaps one of the instructors or professors?
Or perhaps an inspector dispatched from headquarters, or an agent of the Raven?
In any case.
‘He probably won’t actually come, but daydreaming doesn’t hurt, does it?’
She lifted her head, conjuring Pion’s image. She could still see him as he had been in Deathland—the tyrant who had brutally crushed that pervert and rescued her.
If she could see him again, she felt capable of paying any price.
For a moment, she imagined Pion appearing, crushing these filthy degenerates, and coming to save her.
‘But why.’
She bit her lip.
Why did Simon’s face keep appearing first instead of Pion’s?

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