Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 216

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 216
Simon’s eyes flew wide open.
“You found him?”
[Yes. Acemus harbors no great grudge against Richard, and his loyalty to the Legion runs deep—I judged it safe to search alone. And I did succeed in tracking him down.]
Simon swallowed hard, his expression taut with tension.
“So… so you found him, but then what happened?”
[He was snatched away right from under my nose.]
Erzsebet and Prince lurched to their feet.
[Who in blazes—!]
Prince’s chest heaved as he beat it with his fists, rage contorting his face. From Pier’s thoughts came a wave of virulent hostility.
[The 5th Legion Commander, Magnus Alban. He was in the Jungle of Screams as well.]
“!”
Simon’s eyes dilated.
‘… A Legion Commander other than me.’
There exist seven Legion Commanders in total.
Seven Administrators like Pier, capable of forming Legions, naturally existed as well.
But in common knowledge, the “Betrayer’s 7th Legion” had vanished, and the Administrator Pier was thought to have perished forever.
Of course, that was far from truth. Neftis had boldly spirited Pier away and sealed him beneath the Underground Ruins within Rocksum, and when Richard’s son Simon enrolled at Kizen, she directed him to the Ruins’ location to push him toward becoming a Legion Commander.
Thus, as things stood, there were seven Legion Commanders—Simon among them.
‘One of those Commanders…’
Had taken Acemus, who belonged to Richard’s Legion.
[It’s war!]
Prince’s voice cracked with excitement.
[Magnus violated the accord among Legion Commanders! It’s been an unspoken rule that we don’t lay hands on another’s Ancient Undead!]
Pier opened his mouth at those words.
[He believes the 7th Legion has been completely extinguished. His thinking is that he can seize the masterless Ancient Undead for himself.]
[Simon! This is what we’ve been preparing the Deathland for! Just give the order, and every soul in the Deathland will—!]
Pier shook his head.
[Right now, no amount of firepower we can muster will overcome Magnus. He is a fully realized Necromancer, with five Ancient Undead beneath him. Adding Acemus makes six now.]
Prince’s lips twisted in displeasure. Simon spoke, his tone measured and reasoning.
“I agree we can’t afford to let emotion drive our response. But Pier—”
Simon’s gaze hardened with resolve.
“Does Magnus know who you really are?”
At the question, Pier let out a thin laugh.
[A keen question right to the heart! Fifty-fifty odds. Magnus sensed my presence, true enough, but the odds are strong he remains ignorant that I am the Administrator Pier. I thoroughly dispatched every pursuit he sent after me and made my escape.]
“… Thank the heavens you’re safe, at least.”
They had nearly lost Pier while searching for a new Legion Commander. For Simon, that was the most horrifying scenario imaginable.
And while Magnus might not know Pier was an Administrator, he had sensed Pier as an Ancient Undead. He might now be roaming the continent with eyes blazing red, desperate to claim that prize.
[I’m grateful we’re on this island.]
Erzsebet interjected.
[No matter how formidable a sitting Legion Commander may be, not even he would dare breach Rocksum while the Witch of Death stands guard.]
[Exactly! But Magnus is beyond rational calculation. If he grows convinced, he’d slip onto the island in secret, ransack it corner to corner, and still have breath left. We must conceal our identities far more carefully than before!]
With that, Pier turned his head.
[Boy. How many people know your true identity right now?]
“Let me count.”
Simon slowly folded his fingers.
“Father, Mother, Neftis, Serne, Kassan, and Rette. That’s all.”
[Rette—that’s the priestess you mentioned before.]
Pier folded his arms.
[If you’d trust her with this, she must be someone capable of keeping secrets?]
“Yes.”
Simon nodded seriously.
Simon knew well what sort of person Rette was, but to others a simple nod seemed insufficient, so he added more.
“Rette and I share a sin. If my identity were exposed, she couldn’t escape the controversy of having brought me to the Sacred Federation. There are many other circumstances tangled together, so I don’t think you need worry on that account.”
[I see.]
Pier was nodding when suddenly Erzsebet began gnawing at her own clothing with her teeth.
[That scheming priestess wench! That conniving! That—that—that—!!!]
She had seemed calm before, but now excitement had seized her. Simon rushed to intervene.
“It’s not the sort of relationship you’re imagining! Rette is Mother’s apprentice—”
[Lies! Lies lies lies! Two peas in a pod, snuggling up together!!]
It had the opposite effect.
[Sir Legion Commander, listen to me! Priestess bitches are all poison that destroys men!]
Erzsebet’s eyes blazed with fury.
[Pretending to serve god, playing innocent! Acting so pure! Dropping all their pretenses, and the moment they see a man their eyes go wide and they turn vulgar……!]
[Erzsebet!]
Pier cut her off at once, his voice sharp as a blade.
[What are you saying in front of the kid!]
[I refuse to associate with an ignorant, fossil Legion underling who doesn’t even understand love!]
[Don’t use that damned Kizen brat language!]
Why were they suddenly fighting?
Simon struggled to separate the two. Prince, for some reason finding it hilarious, was doubled over with laughter at the side.
[Let’s review the situation again.]
Pier took control of the conversation once more.
[Magnus is hunting Ancient Undead. It’s likely he knows nothing of the 7th Legion’s resurrection, but he’s probably searching for me. If it’s discovered that we’re a Legion, we’ll have to leave Kizen immediately, and we’ll become Magnus’s target at once.]
“Yes, that’s right.”
Simon nodded.
[From now on, you need to be more careful! Above all, you absolutely cannot reveal your identity to those four you often spend time with! And one more thing. Your growth rate is already miraculous as it is, but you need to raise your level to the point where you can face Magnus in the near future!]
“Of course.”
Life at Kizen was truly beginning now.
Until now, he’d only learned the Corpse Explosion technique from his father Richard alongside some new Black Magic, but with classes starting, he’d be able to absorb far more new knowledge in earnest.
And the stronger Simon became, the stronger the Legion would be. The best way to escape the many threats surrounding him was ultimately his own strength.
Even in a Kizen School Uniform, Magnus wouldn’t give a second thought to removing a single student.
Facing the new semester, Simon steeled his resolve even further.

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The next morning.
The first day of classes had finally arrived.
“Dick! Wake up!”
Simon, already washed and dressed, shook Dick awake from his oblivious slumber.
Dick got up with puffy eyes and shuffled off to the bathroom, while Simon changed into his school uniform.
‘Something feels missing. It’s strange.’
Pier’s Avatar, which had been their means of contact, needed to be remade to avoid Magnus’s tracking, and Pier had said he’d have it ready in three or four days.
As for Kassan, he was already out somewhere—you could tell from how his blankets had caved in.
“Ugh…… yeah, the start of term really is something.”
Dick stumbled out after a quick wash, rubbing his eyes as he pulled his uniform pants on.
“You’re that tired? You went to bed early yesterday.”
“I’m just not a morning person.”
With their preparations complete, the two stepped out of Room 409, passed down the corridor, and emerged into the bright morning sunlight outside the dormitory.
The familiar route to class. The murmur of students’ voices and cheerful laughter echoed from all around.
The timing was awkward for dorm food, so Simon bought a sandwich from the nearby campus shop and bit into it. Dick, having shaken off sleep in the fresh air, laughed loudly and exchanged greetings with other students heading to class.
‘I missed this feeling of everyday normalcy.’
Seeing Simon’s moved expression, Dick chuckled and spoke up.
“Man, you get emotional about the simplest things! How long have you been at Kizen? Pretty soon you’ll be marveling at the golden ratio between inhaling and exhaling.”
Simon simply smiled.
It felt good to forget about the Legion and Magnus for a moment, to express joy purely in what he had.
“Oh! By the way, Simon. What’s our first class again?”
“It’s fixed with the Professor’s lecture.”
“Oh! It’s been a while since we’ve seen our Vice Chancellor.”
They entered the building and walked into the large lecture hall where Jane’s class would be held. The Class A students were making enough noise to make your ears ring.
“Ah, Simon!”
Toto, who belonged to the same Mutation Club, waved his hand as he approached.
“Toto! How have you been?”
“Good! Hey, after class ends, you’ll stop by the club room to greet the seniors, right?”
“Of course.”
As Simon was talking about Summoning Magic with Toto, a girl’s voice calling his name reached his ear.
When he turned, Kamibarez was sitting in her seat waving her hand, and Merin was beside her setting down her textbook.
“Let’s talk about it in the club room then.”
“Got it!”
Simon joined his Team 7 members. He exchanged warm greetings with Kamibarez, and Merin gave a brief but gentle hello.
“Our class is apparently down four members.”
Dick, who had been gathering information for a moment, rejoined the four of them.
Kamibarez nodded with concern.
“……It’s unfortunate about those who were eliminated. It’ll be difficult to attend the group classes with just three of you, won’t it?”
“Of course it’ll be difficult! Let me be clear about this!”
Merin’s eyebrows shot up.
“You lot better prepare hard for the comprehensive Black Magic aptitude assessment! And if even one of you fails, I’m telling you right now — I’ll hunt you down during break and curse you all!”
Simon laughed.
“You’re worried about us?”
“W-worried? I said I’d curse you!”
As Merin flushed and stammered, the three of them burst out laughing.
Just then, someone burst into the lecture hall and shouted.
“The Professor is here!”
Whoosh!
Students scattered across the room scrambled into their seats at incredible speed.
Even the student clinging to the ceiling like a spider and those who had been hastily drawing magic circles to challenge each other to curse duels quickly erased all traces of Dark Element and took their places.
A complete silence fell over the lecture hall.
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps echoed, and the front door slid open with a soft creak.
‘It’s been a while!’
Simon greeted her warmly in his mind.
A restrained short bob cut, a cold gaze, eyes that commanded respect and authority.
It was Jane Olivia, the Class A instructor and Vice Chancellor of Kizen.
Behind her, Jane’s teaching assistants stood in a line at attention. Some of them winked or gave small waves to students they knew well.
In the silence, she spoke.
“Did you all have a good break? Class A.”

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