Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 223

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 223
Yona is a man of unbreakable will.
No amount of relentless pressure could bend him.
The Saint of Efnel, who had burned thirty thousand soldiers of the Dresden Kingdom with Greek fire, spoke to the challenger Yona.
“Surrender. You’ve lost all your companions.”
Yona answered.
“Nonsense. My comrades will fight at my side forever.”
At those words, tens of thousands of pitch-black Undead rose from the ashes.
The tide had turned.
Even as the Priests purified the Undead so they could not rise again, the dead Priests themselves rose as corpses to fight.
Victory at the White Night War.
Victory at the Graham Naval Battle.
Victory at the Heits Grasslands.
No aid from any Necromancer was needed.
Solitary, yet formidable.
Yona and the Undead Legion that followed him tore through Efnel at a terrifying pace, and all the Priests trembled in fear.
“……”
Simon, having read this far, flipped the book over briefly to check its title.
‘Did I somehow pick up a heroic epic by mistake?’

It was indeed a history book.
Though Simon felt uncertain, the prose drew him in, and he continued reading to the end.
The book recorded historical facts, yet Yona’s accomplishments shone so brilliantly that they read like an epic.
Out of curiosity, Simon checked the entries on other Legion Commanders. Those sections were merely dry historical records, tediously listed one after another, but Yona’s section alone felt infused with the author’s fervor.
“At last, the Breathing War Master Yona bent even the lord of Cheongun Mountain to death and raised him anew to follow him. Truly, none could match his power.”
Simon let out a hollow laugh.
‘This author is completely obsessed with our father.’
At first, the story had seemed preposterous and overblown, but the further he read, the more his chest burned with heat.
And there was something peculiar about realizing that the hero of this tale was the very father he’d see when he went home.
Yet the ending was somewhat anticlimactic.
The Battle of the Port City Ballot.
The Battle of Harona.
The Battle of Hanbus.
Yona’s death. Dissolution of the 7th Legion.
Even the author, who had written the manuscript in fervent excitement, seemed to have felt deep regret by the end—leaving behind only a cold listing of historical facts with no personal commentary whatsoever.
The single period next to “Dissolution of the 7th Legion” seemed disproportionately large.
‘Both Kizen and Efnel rushed to bury it.’
The greatest Legion Commander of the age, and the greatest Saint of the age.
The ultimate cards of both factions ended with an outcome neither side could have imagined.
Efnel concluded that Anna had died in combat, all for the sake of preserving the solemnity of divine authority and the prestige of the Sainthood.
Kizen too drew the curtain on Yona’s death in fierce battle against the Saint, and purged all other records entirely.
Neither side, it seemed, desired an ending colored by reconciliation.
Simon closed the book with a strange feeling, then reached for the next tome from the tower of stacked volumes. He was just opening it to a section with Yona in the subtitle when—
“Working hard on your studies so early in the morning, I see.”
“!”
Simon felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, his blood run cold.
Turning his head with stiff precision, he saw a man with chestnut hair the color of fallen leaves, wearing glasses, smiling at him.
“What are you reading?”
Walter Han, the new Blood Magic professor.
Without having done anything wrong, Simon felt a chill run down his spine and goosebumps rise across his skin.
Before Simon could answer, Walter spoke first.
“You were reading about Legion Commander Yona. A man I myself admire deeply.”
Simon steadied his rapidly pounding heart and asked in an even, carefully neutral voice.
“Why do you admire him, Professor?”
“He’s a legendary figure among professional Necromancers. He worked alone, so he’s not widely known, but the achievements he accomplished were extraordinary. Of course, textbooks don’t mention him often, so I thought young students these days wouldn’t be interested.”
Walter’s thick palm came to rest on the crown of Simon’s head.
“Yet here you are this morning, learning about Yona. Commendable. Understanding history is just as important as studying Black Magic.”
He began to slowly stroke his head.
Simon felt a creeping unease and turned away from the touch, managing an awkward smile.
“You seem quite interested in Cores, Professor.”
Simon had already caught the titles of the books Walter had borrowed.
There were two of them. The titles were and .
“Mm, quite right. A Blood Magic professor would naturally have to take an interest in that field. Especially Core manipulation, I’d say…….”
“Not Core manipulation.”
Simon pointed at the book title with his index finger.
“It looks like you want to create an entirely new form of Core.”
Walter merely smiled.
“An interesting thought.”
He tucked the books into his robes and turned away.
“You’re in Class A with Kamibarez, aren’t you? Since it’s your first lesson today, studying history is fine, but don’t be late to class.”
With that, Walter strode away.
Simon watched until he had completely left the Library, then exhaled a troubled sigh.
‘……I thought coming early would be all right. I’ll have to be more careful from now on.’
Simon gathered up the books and walked back to their original shelf, sliding them into place.

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It was a close call, but Simon made it to the Hematology Lecture Hall before class began. He arrived with his materials in hand.
Dick, who had come early, lay sprawled across a desk with a blank, hollow stare.
As Simon took the seat beside him, Dick lifted his head with a languid yawn.
“Where’d you disappear to this morning? I woke up and nearly jumped out of my skin—your bed was empty.”
“Just stopped by the Library for a bit. Something came up that I wanted to look into.”
As Simon pulled out his textbook and answered, Dick’s eyes widened dramatically.
“Whoa, whoa! You traitor!”
“?”
“You’ve turned into a bookworm! Are you becoming like Merin now? Have you suddenly decided to buckle down and study? We may have enrolled at different times, but we’re supposed to get expelled on the same day and—urgh!”
He suddenly clamped his mouth shut. At the sound of Dick retching, the other students scattered like cockroaches fleeing a light.
Some of them, as if infected by the noise, covered their own mouths and bolted for the bathroom.
“……Ugh, the aftereffects of Poison Magic class are killing me, seriously.”
Dick finally composed himself and collapsed back onto his desk.
“Hello, you two!”
Kamibarez and Merin had arrived in the lecture hall.
Simon exchanged greetings with her warmly, then glanced at Merin.
“What’s wrong with Merin?”
She had pulled her long, flowing sky-blue hair down in front of her face, obscuring it like a vengeful ghost.
Merin whispered something quietly to Kamibarez, then hung her head low.
Kamibarez relayed the message.
“She says her face still has spots and marks from the poison that haven’t faded, so she’s embarrassed and doesn’t want anyone looking at her.”
“Really, what a fussy one.”
Dick snickered and teased her.
“But we all ended up looking terrible together, didn’t we? Shouldn’t you show us your face in the morning and talk? It’s no fair being shy about it alone.”
Merin whispered something again to Kamibarez. Kamibarez smiled and relayed it.
“She says: shut your mouth.”
“……Wow, hearing such harsh language from Kamibarez actually hurts a little.”
“Argh!”
Just then, Merin—who had been hiding her face behind her hair—couldn’t hold back any longer and swept it aside.
“I don’t care! Don’t care! Look or don’t!”
Immediately, Simon and Dick’s eyes fixed on her. Merin’s face bore dark stripe-like marks that looked grayish-black.
It was as if—
“……A watermelon?”
“Don’t say it!!”
Merin’s face flushed crimson, and she hurled her textbook at Simon. The marks disappeared beneath the sudden rush of red that suffused her face.
Dick clapped his hands and pointed at her.
“Yes! Watermelon cross-section!”
“…….”
This time, with utter seriousness and no trace of jest, she unleashed a killing intent so cold that Kamibarez and Simon cried out in alarm and hurried to restrain her.
“……Geez, for real.”
After the chaos had run its course, Merin froze two chairs solid and, suppressing her fury, slumped into her seat and pressed her forehead against her palm.
“They expect us to take classes like that more than once a week? I’d rather just choose death.”
Before Dick could offer another quip, someone’s cry of “Professor coming!” rang out.
The students hurried back to their seats, and shortly after, new teaching assistants filed in.
Footsteps, steady and measured.
Walter Han appeared last, earning himself the nickname “walking statue” through his sheer popularity at his new post.
Recently, among the female students of Kizen, a heated debate had emerged: who was more handsome—Bahil or Walter?
“Good to see you all.”
Walter opened his mouth with a gentle smile.
“I’m Walter Han, taking over Blood Magic instruction from Professor Silaji.”
Cries that bordered on screams erupted from scattered corners of the classroom. The raucous atmosphere felt less like a lecture hall and more like the scene of a fan club gathering.
“I studied under Professor Silaji myself and grew from her teaching. The curriculum I’ll be using won’t differ much from what you’ve been learning with her—there’s no need for confusion or a long adjustment period.”
For the Class A students who had endured Byeol-Ya’s Poison Magic lectures, this was welcome news.
“Then let’s do a quick review and move on.”
Walter stepped up to the lectern and cleared his throat. His voice had the quality of something that made ears melt pleasantly.
“Blood Magic is dark magic that uses blood as a medium. As you know, within a Necromancer’s body flow both the Dark Element and blood simultaneously. Naturally, in this state, no reaction occurs—”
He unfurled a Dark Element Magic Circle in the empty air.
“But through the artificial method known as dark magic, Necromancers can combine the Dark Element and blood to produce various magical reactions.”
Then he let a drop of blood fall onto the Magic Circle.
The moment the crimson droplet passed through the Magic Circle, it transformed into a whirlwind of blood below, spiraling violently. The students gasped.
This time, Walter demonstrated the reverse. He unfurled a Magic Circle using blood, then dropped the Dark Element onto it—the Magic Circle and the Dark Element combined, forming a sharp Rose of Blood.
Walter handed it to a female student in the front row with an almost fatal smile, and her response was nearly delirious.
“…Ugh.”
Merin twisted her face in disgust and turned her head away. Simon, watching her, asked a question.
“What’s wrong?”
“…I don’t know, it’s just weird how everyone’s making such a fuss. I find him a bit slimy, actually.”
Dick and Kamibarez in the row behind her chuckled softly.
“You certainly have firm tastes.”
“Merin’s only got eyes for Pion, after all~”
“Both of you, shut it!”
Flustered, Merin spun around and snapped. Similarly taken aback, Simon glanced sideways toward the window.
After the minor commotion settled, Walter began his explanation again.
“Blood Magic consumes your own blood directly, so stamina drops quickly—but it’s fast and powerful.”
Walter clapped his hands lightly, and all the Magic Circles scattered into the air.
“Now then, show me. What potential does your blood hold?”

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