Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 201

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 201
“Wow! Ooooh!”
Watching the birds take to the air in perfect unison at Wichasha’s command, Dick burst into exclamations of admiration.
“That’s incredible! So that’s the power of the Druids!”
Merin felt tears welling up in her eyes.
Not from fear of the kidnapping itself, but from the frustration and resentment of being trapped here with such an insufferable fool.
Regardless of how Merin looked at him from behind, Dick was busy chatting away with the Hufa tribesmen, completely at ease.
There was no way to see him as someone who was bound to a chair and having his life threatened as a hostage.
“Man, I didn’t know each Druid could control different kinds of animals!”
Dick’s charisma shone through in every situation, everywhere.
“Oh, but didn’t you guys say that woman you’re after—Byeol-Ya—she controls rats and insects? If that’s true, finding us in this city would be child’s play, wouldn’t it?”
Merin shot him a sharp look from behind. Why would he say that out loud?
“It is impossible for her to locate us with that power.”
Wichasha spoke with finality.
“We have planted two hundred totems throughout the city. They are Druid magic that severs the control the animals would normally have. Unless she personally travels around this entire city and uproots every hidden totem within a single day, she cannot pinpoint our location.”
“Wow! You’ve prepared so thoroughly, haven’t you!”
“Of course, even if she does find us, it makes no difference. We will simply engage her in combat.”
Wichasha’s fist clenched.
“But there is a problem if we strike down someone who has been summoned to Kizen too quickly. We will wait until she has completely abandoned her position, and then cleanly take her life.”
“Ah! So that’s how it is!”
Dick nodded eagerly and continued his flattery. Merin simply sighed, deep and heavy.
“Chief!”
A Hufa tribesman rushed in and whispered something into Wichasha’s ear. Wichasha’s expression froze cold, and he turned to stare at Dick with sharp, cutting eyes.
“So that was a trick…”
Dick merely smiled, untroubled.
“Move the hideout now!”
“Yes, sir!”
A Hufa tribesman grabbed Dick’s chair and hoisted him upside down. Dick laughed with a yelp. “Whoa!”
“Blood’s rushing to my head, sir!”
“This is all because of you, damn it!”
Another man approached Merin. She shrank back, glowering at him.
“Listen here—and I’m being very clear about this. If you lay a single finger on me…!”
But he showed no interest in negotiation. He ignored her warning and seized her shoulder firmly.
‘Ugh, that hurts!’
He was about to lift her chair when—
Crash!
An explosion erupted from the ceiling, accompanied by a deafening roar.
Debris rained down, and clouds of smoke and dust billowed through the air.
“What—what’s happening!”
While the Hufa tribesmen fell into chaos and confusion, someone descended from above.
Whoosh!
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Through the swirling dust, silvery tentacle blades whirled in all directions, scattering the Hufa tribesmen. The man who had grabbed Merin was thrown aside as well.
She threw her eyes wide open and cried out.
“Simon!”
Simon landed on the floor, his eyes cold as he assessed the Hufa tribesmen, then broke into a smile when he saw Merin.
“Thank goodness. Are you hurt?”

* * *
Thirty minutes earlier.
A tavern in the Harlem District.
“This is so frustrating.”
Byeol-Ya scratched her head irritably. Something wasn’t working the way it should.
“What’s wrong, Professor?”
Simon asked immediately.
“My children aren’t responding properly. It seems those Hufa tribesmen have planted totems.”
She stood from her seat. A sharp, chemical smell rushed in.
“I’ll go investigate myself. Leave finding your friends to me, and you—get yourself into some guard post or something. Don’t go running around recklessly and get captured.”
With those words, she vanished upward through the tavern’s open ceiling.
Left alone, Simon sighed.
‘I should search again myself.’
Simon was about to leave the tavern when it happened.
—Keeeeeeeeeee!
A scream—shrill and torn—cut through the distance.
‘That sound!’
It was the music box, Dick’s latest invention. Kamibarez had found something.
Simon bolted from the tavern and sprinted toward the sound.
‘The lantern! The lantern! Where is it?’
He spotted it quickly. The Thousand Lights Festival hadn’t begun yet, so the solitary lantern glowed in the darkness.
Simon rushed toward it without hesitation.
“Kamibarez! Where are you—!”
“Simon!”
She held a finger to her lips, gesturing urgently. He crept toward her and spoke in a whisper.
“Did you find them?”
“I think so, yes.”
She pointed at the ground with the tip of her raised finger. Dried drops of blood clung to the pavement.
“Blood?”
“Dick’s blood. I can smell it.”
As a vampire, Kamibarez’s sense of smell was extraordinarily keen—she could distinguish individuals by their scent alone with remarkable ease.
“Dick must have cut himself deliberately while they were dragging him away, squeezing blood onto the ground to leave a trail. I followed the scent and found suspicious men.”
“That’s Dick for you.”
Simon smiled. He reflected that no one could match Dick’s cunning.
“Lead me where the scent goes.”
“Of course!”
The two moved cautiously through the darkened streets.
“There.”
Kamibarez pressed herself against the alley wall and pointed. Two robed figures stood loitering near a dilapidated building.
Tall, broad-shouldered, solidly built—these weren’t mere hired muscle. They were seasoned warriors.
If Simon couldn’t dispose of them in one stroke, they’d flee and alert the others inside.
“Let’s curse them before we breach the entrance.”
“That sounds good, but the distance is considerable. What if we miss?”
Simon raised his arm and checked his wristwatch, then grinned.
“I have a better idea.”

* * *
The two robed men stood guard at the hideout’s entrance.
Their task was simple: respond to any trouble and warn those inside if needed.
Apart from occasionally clearing drunk troublemakers from the street, there was little difficulty.
“Another night begins.”
The man on the right spoke in the language of the Hufa Tribe.
The Thousand Lights Festival was starting, countless lanterns rising into the night sky.
The man on the left answered him.
“Brother, why do they even do that?”
“Beats me. Maybe because you can’t see stars well in this place.”
“This town suffocates me. I want to catch that woman and kill her, then get back to the grasslands.”
As the two conversed, two lanterns that should have risen into the sky wobbled feebly and descended.
“Ha.”
The man chuckled. The lanterns fell near them.
“Some people can’t even manage to launch these properly.”
“It’s torn. Must’ve caught on something.”
The men spoke casually, scratching their noses without concern.
Then the magical circle concealed within the lantern blazed to life.

The curses of Simon and Kamibarez spread like smoke, passing through both men’s bodies.
“…!”
Both men reeled simultaneously, struck by violent vertigo. Simon dove through the gap like a gale, driving his fist into the right man’s abdomen.
“Kch—!”
As the man’s body folded backward, Simon leaped onto his back and brought an elbow down on the man’s skull, rendering him unconscious.
“Brother!!”
One of his allies fell in an instant. The moment the man on the left moved to engage Simon, something clamped onto him from behind like a leech, covering his mouth and nose.
Wheeze!
Something entered his nostrils from the attacker’s hand. His nose and lips burned, and blood poured freely as his consciousness began to slip.
‘An intruder!’
The man fought desperately to stay lucid, throwing one arm back. With tremendous force, he pried away whatever had attached itself to him.
A small girl with lavender hair fell to the street with a faint whimper.
“You—!”
The moment he moved to stomp on her, a sharp crack split the air and his vision spun. Simon’s fist had crashed into his face with devastating force.
Before the man even landed from flying several meters, Simon was already rushing in, driving an upward strike at his jaw.
The man collapsed with his eyes rolled back.
“Kamibarez! Are you all right?”
Simon ran to her in alarm. She nodded firmly and took the hand he offered, pulling herself up.
“Yes, thank you, Simon.”
As she rose, Simon swiftly stripped away the fallen man’s robe and yanked open his shirt with a sharp pull.
Gasp!
Kamibarez covered her eyes in surprise. Strange natural-dye patterns covered his chest and abdomen.
“Hufa Tribe. I’m certain of it.”
“So Dick and Merin are being held here.”
“Yes. It’s only a matter of time before they realize the guards are down. Let’s neutralize these men and prepare to breach immediately.”
“Right!”
Kamibarez clenched her fists and nodded, then grabbed the distant man’s body and heaved with effort.
He didn’t budge.
Finally, she activated Darkness within her body to enhance her strength, then dragged him by force into a shadowed corner.
Simon had already moved the man’s body aside and was calculating their approach route.
‘This is—!’
His eyes brightened as he examined the building’s ceiling. A spell formula was visible on the roof.
‘It’s Merin’s Dark Magic.’
Reading the formula, he saw “cold” and “convergence.” If it was the Darkness Element System, then Merin was certain.
While captive, she’d secretly channeled Darkness to remotely draw a spell formula on the roof above. Truly, the handiwork of an ivory tower scholar.
‘Then I’ll do this much.’
Simon gestured the infiltration route to Kamibarez with his finger. She nodded in understanding and prepared her own Dark Magic.
Next, Simon pulled two corpses from the subspace and plastered them against the roof. Then he stepped back and prepared Corpse Explosion.
Just then, voices sounded from inside the building.
“There was a trail of blood running down the corridor?”
“Yes!”
It looked like Dick’s blood spray was finally being noticed.
They were coming outside. If this continued, he and Kamibarez, who was preparing Dark Magic, might be discovered as well.
‘Go in now.’
Simon gave the signal to breach and clenched his right fist toward the corpses.
‘Corpse Explosion!’
Boom-CRACK!
Two corpses erupted in a massive explosion. The steel-frame building’s ceiling collapsed with a thunderous roar, and the debris sent dust billowing throughout the interior.
Simon hurled himself into the chaos.
The explosion smoke and dust rendered visibility nearly impossible. The panicked shouts of the Hufa Tribe members echoed through the murk.
Simon landed safely and drove his left foot hard into the ground.
‘Open Gate!’
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Silver tentacle blades swept through the billowing dust in all directions, flinging the Hufa members off their feet.
‘Good! Where are Dick and Merin?’
Simon glanced around. Someone was lifting Dick, who was still bound to his chair, while another man reached toward Merin, who remained tied to her own seat.
Simon sent an Overlord toward the man near Merin to send him flying, then opened a subspace and summoned a Skeleton.
‘Go.’
Snap! Clack! Clack!
The bones clamped onto Dick’s chair like magnets and shot toward the wall, adhering firmly.
“Simon!!”
Merin’s cry reached him. Simon turned to her, appearing unharmed, and smiled.
“Thank goodness. Are you hurt at all?”

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