Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 229

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School Episode 229
The summit of the Washburn Mountain Range. The Demon Lord’s Castle.
Craaaaaash!!
A sound like the heavens shattering tore through the quiet castle.
The Undead stationed within the fortress surged toward the source of the blast.
[Magnus!]
A vast Bathing Chamber deep within the castle’s interior.
Inside it, a long-haired man hung his head, bleeding profusely.
Blood dripped from his hair in steady drops, and the once-pristine chamber was now a ruin, dark viscera spilling from his chest in thick streams.
“…….”
The long-haired man lowered his head slowly. Several Eternal Seals inscribed across his chest were shattered, vomiting blood and flesh.
After examining the completely ruined Magic Circles, the man exhaled a long breath and spoke.
“Talaje is dead.”
[……!]
The four Undead closest to Magnus reacted with shock at those words.
[Impossible. Talaje……!]
[Vengeance! Slaughter them!!!]
A woman with a human upper body and serpentine lower half.
A pale-faced zombie wearing Glasses and an immaculately pressed butler’s coat.
A grotesque being with a body stitched together from human flesh, gripping a bloody cleaver in one hand.
And a cocoon-like monstrosity writhing without face or arms.
They were all Ancient Undead.
[Was Talaje not searching in Rocksum?]
In response to the butler-zombie’s question, Magnus nodded.
That Ancient Undead he’d encountered in the Screaming Jungle was undoubtedly powerful. But not powerful enough to kill Talaje ten times over while he fled at full strength. With that assessment, Magnus had been willing to send him.
But who exactly had eliminated Talaje? While the intrusion was illegal, Kizen had no reason to annihilate him—they would have captured him to handicap Magnus instead.
Whoever killed Talaje was someone trying to hide what he had seen.
Having reached that conclusion, Magnus opened his mouth.
“The enemy is most likely a new Legion.”
The expressions of the four Undead hardened.
“The other Legion Commanders haven’t budged an inch from their positions. Which means the 7th Legion was born in Rocksum, and they killed Talaje. There’s no other explanation that makes sense.”
Slither.
The half-serpent, half-human woman coiled herself around Magnus’s body where it lay in the Bathing Chamber, then lifted him upright.
[You sure you’re okay, babe?]
“I’m fine.”
Magnus placed his hand on his blood-soaked chest and began drawing a Magic Circle with his own blood.
It was fortunate that he’d prepared backup formulas just in case.
He connected the formulas of the destroyed Magic Circle with blood, then drew a new Magic Circle beside it. It was Black Magic that would let him see the surroundings of wherever Talaje was annihilated.
Whooooom!
The Blood Magic Circle activated, and the coordinates where Talaje vanished came into focus. The scene from those coordinates appeared before him like a hazy mist.
The four Ancient Undead in the chamber fixed their attention on the vision.
Craaaaaash.
A beach with waves crashing. Talaje’s form, barely any shape remaining, as if burned to ash at the end. There she stood.
And standing around Talaje was a black-haired, red-eyed girl in a one-piece dress, barefoot.
[So it was a human after all.]
[Vengeance! Vengeance! Tear her to pieces!]
The dead within the castle screamed and vented their fury.
Then Magnus raised his fingers above his head with a snap, and the surroundings fell silent again, as if it had all been a lie.
“Alaje. Who is that woman?”
In response to Magnus’s question, one of the four Ancient Undead—a mass of flesh writhing like a giant cocoon—answered.
[The enemy who destroyed my brother Talaje. A 1st Year student of Kizen. Lorain Arkbold. Daughter of Neftis Arkbold.]
At the mention of Neftis’s daughter, the corpses stirred. The butler-zombie touched his one-eyed Glasses thoughtfully.
[If she is the Commander of the 7th Legion, the situation fits perfectly.]
If the 7th Legion truly existed, there was a high probability that Neftis had intervened and concealed the commander. After all, Neftis had participated in the 7th Legion’s final war.
And decades later, having grown, Neftis had handed the Legion she’d hidden away to her daughter, who had since enrolled at Kizen. It was a perfectly plausible scenario.
“Is that woman strong?”
At Magnus’s question, the zombie butler nodded.
[She inherited the blood of the Death Witch, so she has no choice but to be strong. Whether to avoid standing out or not, she maintains middling grades at Kizen, but her actual power is formidable. Moreover, the 7th Legion is the Legion of Betrayal—no matter that she is Neftis’s daughter, she would have had to conceal the Legion.]
Lamia, the half-human, half-serpent Ancient Undead, frowned.
[This is troublesome. We were willing to kill regardless of whether our opponent was nobility, royalty, or even a kingdom’s sovereign. But if she is Neftis’s daughter, that changes things.]
[Lorain Arkbold. Considerable talent. Should she command a legion. Talaje’s survival probability: 10%.]
Magnus, who had been listening to his subordinates’ reports, stroked his chin thoughtfully.
“Revenge for having her Ancient Undead stolen away, is it? The little one has spirit. How entertaining.”
Just then, the spirits watching the screen created by Dark Magic stirred uneasily. Lorain had lifted her gaze, looking directly at the very screen they were observing.
[You noticed us.]
She lifted the corner of her mouth in a faint smile, her crimson eyes gleaming.
Bang!
The screen shattered, fragments scattering in all directions. Magnus smiled with genuine interest.
“Sharp instincts.”
[What do you intend to do, Magnus?]
“I think it’s time I visited Rocksum.”
Splash.
Magnus rose from the Bathing Chamber, drenched in blood, and strode toward a robe hanging on a nearby stand, draping it over himself.
“Whether she becomes the next Headmaster or not, I don’t care. As a Legion Commander senior, I’m going to offer some guidance to a junior.”
Lamia’s expression hardened.
[You cannot kill Neftis’s daughter. Do you want to end up like the 7th Legion?]
“I know, I know. I’ll handle it carefully.”
Magnus turned his head, a faint smile crossing his face.
“Alaje. Find me a way to get to Rocksum. Whether it’s a business trip, an event, or guest lecturer duties—I don’t care about the means.”
[Outsiders. Absolutely no entry to Rocksum. Magnus Legion. Already violated rules by sending Talaje. Entry forbidden.]
“Then search harder. That’s your job, isn’t it?”
[Command acknowledged.]
Magnus, his hand thrust into the robe’s pocket, laughed low and deliberately.
“I’m looking forward to this. The Legion of Betrayal, hm…….”

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“Professor Hong Peng is raising the pace!”
“We all go together—not a single person left behind!”
The first Combat Training class of Integrated 2nd Semester had begun.
Class A students were racing up a steep mountain path, all of them huffing and puffing as they chased after Hong Peng running at the head.
“Simon?”
Simon was running at a moderate pace in the middle of the group. Kamibarez spoke to him from the side.
“You seem to be in a remarkably good mood today.”
“Oh, do I? Maybe it’s from breathing in fresh air for the first time in a while.”
In truth, there was no reason his mood shouldn’t be good.
Last night, he had succeeded in destroying the Magnus Legion’s eyes.
When Talaje discovered Pier’s Ruins, the situation might have become irreversible, but he had managed to burn through all ten lives right there, which was fortunate.
He’d felt the urge to make him an Ancient Undead under his command, but Pier had explained that Undead already bound by a legion’s contract couldn’t be turned to his side unless he killed the legion commander.
Still, he’d crossed a major hurdle. No matter how formidable Magnus was, without decisive evidence, he wouldn’t be able to enter Rocksum.
“Ahh.”
His mood was good, and his condition was excellent.
They finally reached the midpoint. Everyone collapsed as if they’d been waiting for this moment, breathing heavily, and instructors distributed energy-recovery drinks.
‘The flavor’s changed from 2nd Semester?’
Green bits of something had been added to the existing red. It tasted good for the body somehow.
“Simon!”
As Simon rested, Hong Peng approached with a grinning face. Simon returned the greeting with a bright smile.
“Professor Hong Peng!”
“Your condition looks amazing today! Want to run a bit further with me?”
“Of course!”
Merin, who had been lying down catching her breath, stared at Simon with eyes that said she’d seen madness incarnate. She wondered if that was even human stamina.
The two stepped forward and began warming up lightly. Hong Peng pointed with his arm extended.
“Just that tree visible on the hill over there—hit it and come back!”
“Understood.”
Both lowered their stance.
“……I’m going too!”
Hector trudged over and took his place on the starting line beside Simon. Hong Peng clapped his hands with a broad smile.
“Oh, Hector’s joining us too? Excellent!”
The two had added themselves to Hong Peng’s impromptu race. Seeing this, Bread, the Combat Training instructor, quietly signaled to several students.
“Ugh—they have zero sense of competitiveness. Our kids are falling behind guys who aren’t even Combat Training majors.”
At that remark, the Combat Training majors who had been sitting down resting flinched.
“Kizen’s come a long way. Back in my day, nothing like this would’ve happened. I mean, the moment you think you’ve got a chance, you’ve got to jump at it, right? That’s just how it is.”
Unable to withstand Bread’s pointed look any longer, the Combat Training Majors scrambled to their feet and bolted from the room. Combat Magic had a stricter hierarchy than other majors.
“We’ll do it too!”
“Count me in!”
Hong Peng beamed at the students’ enthusiasm, clearly pleased.
The Combat Training Majors cast resentful glances at Simon and Hector’s backs.
“What are you staring at?”
Hector sensed it immediately.
The students couldn’t meet his fierce gaze and quickly looked away. Simon and Hong Peng were too absorbed in their conversation to notice.
“All right then, ready—go!”
Hong Peng, Simon, Hector, and the Combat Training Majors broke into a sprint and surged up the hill as one.
Simon’s body was already pushed to its limit, yet here he was running again—his breath came ragged and thin, but his spirits soared.
As he drank in the natural surroundings, it felt as though the toxins were draining from his body……
‘Toxins?’
Simon’s gaze lifted upward.
Now that he thought about it, there had been that floating greenish something along every path they’d walked. And he felt considerably fresher than before.
“The pollen of Hemopira flowers is excellent for purging toxins. We’ve put some in the drinks you’ve been having.”
Hong Peng smiled with a complicated expression.
“When I heard my sister was coming, I scattered Hemopira seeds all around.”
“……I see.”
Hong Peng’s expression looked strained somehow.
Still, family is family—she must be worried about Byeol-Ya’s unruly behavior. And honestly, she was the only one who could clean up that mess.
“Keep your spirits up, Professor! I think Byeol-Ya’s classes are fun too.”
“Thank you, Simon. But if anything doesn’t feel right, tell your sister clearly, all right?”
Then Hector made a loud noise from beside them and suddenly kicked up his speed.
In a flash, he sprinted ahead and pressed his palm against a tree trunk. Then, as if to prove a point, he turned back to Simon and smirked.
“Congratulations on first, Hector.”
Simon said as he caught up. Hector’s face flushed crimson.
“Are you making fun of me right now?”
‘Come on, what did you want me to say?’
“Now, that’s enough. No fighting.”
At Hong Peng’s intervention, Hector backed down. People certainly minded their manners around adults.
The Combat Training Majors arrived moments later, gasping for breath.
“Shall we settle the match between these two now?”
Hong Peng pointed back to where they’d started with her fingertip and shouted “Go!”
Simon and Hector took off like rockets.
‘What on earth are those two?’
‘Seriously. Don’t they ever get tired?’
A Combat Training Major huffed and puffed irritably as he trailed after them.

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Click. Tap-tap. Click.
Bahil, the Curse Magic professor, sat crooked in his chair with an expressionless face, writing equations across the blackboard.
Without glancing at the board, he wrote as smoothly as if plucking formulas straight from his mind—the technique was almost an art form.
“Professor.”
Just then came a knock at the office door, and Cheheckle, his senior assistant, appeared.
She bowed respectfully and spoke.
“It’s time for your Class A lecture.”
Bahil set down the chalk with a sharp tap. He wiped the chalk dust from his hands with a damp cloth on the desk, then stood and pulled a white formal suit from the coat rack.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

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