Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 204

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Summoning Genius at the Necromancer Academy: Episode 204
There were few fights to which the word “playing” applied quite so perfectly.
The four of them were transfixed, barely breathing as they watched Byeol-Ya and Wichasha battle.
“I’ve decided, starting now.”
Dick suddenly opened his mouth.
“I’m going to major in Poison Magic——ow!”
“Don’t just decide things so carelessly! You fool!”
Dick rubbed the back of his head where Merin had struck him, speaking defensively.
“What? Isn’t Professor Byeol-Ya fascinating?”
Merin’s expression went beyond mere distaste into something closer to disgust.
“So you’re such an idiot that you’d choose your major based on a professor’s appeal?”
“And what about you, going on about Pion all day and lighting up whenever his name comes up?”
Merin’s face flushed and she stammered.
“Wait! Th-that’s totally different! I like him with a pure heart! Choosing a major is a completely separate matter!”
“I’d bet anything you would’ve followed Combat Magic if Pion were the one teaching it.”
Watching the two of them squabble again, Simon sighed heavily to himself.
“Professor Byeol-Ya’s combat really is unpredictable, isn’t it?”
Kamibarez couldn’t tear her eyes from the battle. Simon nodded in agreement.
“She hasn’t deployed a single Magic Circle.”
“Yes, and it seems like the Poison Magic is being produced continuously from within her body, like some kind of animal instinct.”
Sweat droplets from her skin, bodily fluids, shed skin cells—even strands of hair falling from her head—all became weapons. Wichasha couldn’t land a proper attack; the poison was only accumulating inside him with each passing moment.
“Why!”
Wichasha screamed despite purple saliva dripping from his mouth, his voice trembling with rage.
“Why did you slaughter the women and children of our tribe!”
“Didn’t I explain this long ago?”
Byeol-Ya tilted her head.
“After a fight, I was hot, so I went swimming in a nearby pool. It just happened to be your tribe’s water source. Then you idiots drank the poisoned water I’d contaminated my body with, an epidemic broke out, and people died. That’s all there was to it.”
“You expect me to believe that!!!”
Wichasha howled and threw a punch, but Byeol-Ya’s hand stopped it easily.
“Pathetic, right? I think so too. Humans never accept anything as it is. They always impose meaning, exaggerate, inject emotion, and pretend there’s some grand reason behind it all. That one incident got me exiled from the tribe where I’d lived my whole life. So what more do you want from me now? You think I’d hand over my life to worthless creatures like you?”
Thump!
Byeol-Ya’s foot drove into Wichasha’s abdomen. He staggered backward.
“You’re just a monster consumed by hatred, unable to accept reality.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!!”
Wichasha came at her again with dogged persistence.
As Byeol-Ya raised her fingertips, the colorful droplets of toxic sweat she’d been shedding on the ground rose into the air.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
Then they all flew at Wichasha at once, detonating in a chain reaction.
Each burst a different strain of Poison Magic—a cascade of different toxins. The Blackness Robe he wore grew tattered, and his skin erupted in welts and hives.
Thud!
Having weathered every explosion, Wichasha’s arms hung limp at his sides, his face etched with unmistakable exhaustion.
“Boring. And frankly, you’re just not skilled enough.”
Byeol-Ya yawned and scratched at her ear. The fire in Wichasha’s eyes blazed with renewed fury.
“I——”
His Blackness Robe peeled away, gathering at his center and transforming into an enormous Thorn Sword over three meters long.
“With this technique, I defeated Hong Peng six times!”
Just as he was about to swing the blade with a howl, Byeol-Ya blew through the finger she’d been digging in her ear with.
Crimson sparks flew from her fingertip in a chain reaction of explosions. Wichasha’s skin exposed to the blasts turned a sickly white, then began to slough off like melting wax.
“Aaaaaarghhhhh!”
The four watching turned their heads away or closed their eyes at the gruesome sight.
“You should keep your antics more reasonable.”
Byeol-Ya appeared in an afterimage, gripping Wichasha’s face with her palm.
“Hack!”
Wichasha quickly reached up to grab her arm, but she didn’t budge.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
He was losing in pure strength too. His legs trembled, and both knees buckled against the ground.
Screaming in humiliation, he poured all his remaining strength into invoking the Dark Element, but she didn’t move an inch. The more he channeled it, the more his organs were damaged and the more it reversed back into him.
Have I grown weak?
Or was this woman always this strong?
“It’s not like I’m close with my younger sibling or anything, and I don’t have any family bonds to speak of.”
Crunch. Crunch.
Wichasha’s face had slammed against the floor, his arms barely managing to clutch at Byeol-Ya’s right arm in a desperate, tottering grip.
“What are you babbling about? Him from years ago? The way he is now, he’d pin you down with one hand.”
“Ugh!”
Just then, the tattered Blackness Robe that Wichasha wore began to ripple and shift again. Byeol-Ya let out a contemptuous laugh.
“Even if you reinforce your strength with the Blackness Robe, it won’t help—”
Whoooosh!
Wichasha’s Blackness Robe gathered into a single mass and shot forward like an awl. Even Byeol-Ya hadn’t anticipated this; she released her grip and threw herself backward, narrowly evading the strike.
“Now that’s interesting. So the student does learn from his lessons?”
Heave! Heave!
Wichasha detonated all his Dark Element through both feet and bolted at full speed.
‘I was wrong. This is nothing like how he was out on the grasslands!’
An opponent he couldn’t possibly overcome. For now, he had to retreat and find another approach.
Byeol-Ya clicked her tongue as she watched him flee.
“Bothersome creature.”
She took a charging stance and called out to the students.
“I’ll bring that one back. You all should get somewhere safe—”
Crash!
An ear-shattering boom erupted without warning.
Wichasha’s mangled body came hurtling back through the air, soaring past Byeol-Ya and slamming into the wall on the opposite side. The impact was so violent that a whirlwind swept through the space.
“?”
When Byeol-Ya turned around, she saw Wichasha’s bloodied form trembling, his head drooping limply.
From the direction Wichasha had been fleeing, a man now walked forward with steady, measured strides.
Simon called out with evident delight.
“Kassan!”
Kassan led three robed agents of the Thief Guild forward.
“What? Kassan, why are you here?”
“Kassan?”
Dick and Merin reacted with equal shock. Kassan gave them a light wave in acknowledgment.
“You’re late, Kassan.”
Simon approached him with a bright smile.
“No, not late yet.”
“Sir?”
“My task isn’t to arrest some fool like that.”
Thud. Thud.
Kassan walked forward and bowed respectfully to Byeol-Ya.
“I’ve come to escort you. Professor Byeol-Ya.”
“……”
It appeared that retrieving Byeol-Ya was indeed Kassan’s objective. She let out a scoff.
“Escort? There’s nothing to escort. Get lost. I’ll make my own way to Rocksum, so tell them that.”
“This incident with the Hufa Tribe, among other matters—your reckless rampage has caused no small number of complaints to reach Kizen’s leadership.”
His eyes flashed dangerously.
“Why did you ignore your companion?”
“My choice.”
She smiled back, unbowed.
“And listen to the way you speak. So I’m a professor now? Do you really think a flunky like you can talk down to me?”
“The Thief Guild stands as Kizen’s partner in cooperation. And you’re not yet a Kizen professor. Subduing you by force and bringing you in would present no problem.”
“Oh.”
Byeol-Ya’s mouth opened wide, her jagged triangular teeth bared in a grin.
“Try it.”
“Do you think I cannot?”
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
The two Dark Elements clashed. Unable to bear it, Merin rushed forward.
“No, why are you both being so emotional? This isn’t something to fight over—!”
Crash!
Before she could say another word, both of their fists flew at each other’s faces.
Arms crossed as they traded counter-punches, the two of them unleashed kicks and Combat Magic, fully engrossed in their bout.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
“What—what is this?”
Kamibarez trembled. Even Dick seemed at a loss for words.
“Have these people lost their minds? Why in the world are they fighting!”
“Can you stop them, Simon!”
Simon shook his head.
Without summoning Pier or deploying Prince, there was no way to break up their fight.
“Besides, I don’t think they’re actually fighting.”
“What?”
“Just watch.”
Simon was slowly analyzing the combat.
A deep hum cut through the air.
Byeol-Ya twisted her hips to slip past Kassan’s punch and grinned wickedly.
“What’s this? You’re more fun than that tribe chief.”
The match between Byeol-Ya and Kassan—of course, Kassan was strong, among the strongest, but not strong enough to beat a professor-level combatant.
Byeol-Ya was going easy on him somewhat, but more importantly, Kassan had a natural resistance to poison. No matter how much poison Byeol-Ya unleashed, he fought on without difficulty.
“Haha! Are you actually human?”
A poison magic professor candidate facing an opponent immune to poison—a severe elemental incompatibility. Yet Byeol-Ya was laughing.
She dodged his attacks, stepped back a few paces, and pulled out several colorful dust chunks from the belt at her waist, tossing them into her mouth and swallowing.
Not a magic circle or a potion—within her body, compounds broke down and recombined with existing substances, beginning a synthesis anew.
Soon the color of the sweat trickling down her forehead shifted, and the nature of the bodily fluids she secreted transformed as well.
“…You, in turn, are surely no ordinary human.”
Kassan charged forward roughly, and the two clashed again. After exchanging combat magic several times, they both retreated simultaneously, and Kassan examined his own skin.
Gray blotches had begun to rise across his body in rough patches.
“Found it.”
Byeol-Ya dragged her tongue across her lips and smiled.
Even against an opponent immune to poison, she had continuously altered her toxin composition during the fight, and had finally synthesized a poison effective against Kassan alone.
“Does this count as passing Kizen’s test?”
“…You knew?”
“Their methods are predictable.”
A poison magic professor from Kizen, if she gave up on poison the moment she encountered a constitution immune to it, there would be no story worth telling. Byeol-Ya had satisfied even Kizen’s final trial.
“But the very idea of you people evaluating me—that’s arrogant.”
She cracked the knuckles of both hands deliberately.
“I know you’re just following orders, so it’s not your fault. But still. I’m going to beat you black and blue.”
“Do as you wish.”
Kassan raised both fists, flames of resolve burning in his eyes—he would not go down without a fight.
The moment the two were about to collide again.
Clap! Clap!
“All right, that’s enough! That’s really enough!”
Someone was entering the ruined abandoned building.
A small girl with hair like moonlit silver came bounding in, waving her limbs freely. She held a half-eaten ice cream in one hand, with smeared remnants coating the area around her mouth.
“That’ll do!”
‘Yes, Neftis!’
Simon was startled. Kassan and the Thief Guild members, along with all the other team members, bent their waists in deference to Kizen’s master.
Behind Neftis came a girl with black hair and crimson eyes, her bearing calm and composed. Lorain spotted Simon and gave him a light wave, and he smiled and waved back.
“…?”
And Byeol-Ya was staring at Neftis in bewilderment.
Neftis strode forward to stand before Byeol-Ya without the slightest fear of poison, her round eyes wide and gleaming. Then she flashed a broad smile and threw her hand up high.
“Hi there!”
Byeol-Ya stood motionless where she was, her expression dazed. Simon suddenly felt uneasy.
‘It looks like Professor Byeol-Ya doesn’t recognize Neftis.’
Lorain seemed to share the thought, speaking up first.
“Professor Byeol-Ya. Please pay your respec——”
Pop!
Byeol-Ya suddenly sprang backward and landed on the ground with all four limbs. Then, like a wary cat, she began to hiss.
“What is this monster brat! Get it away from me right now!!”

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