Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 241

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Summoning Genius at Necromancer School — Episode 241
‘What in the world is happening?’
Langoustin’s streets had transformed into a battlefield in the blink of an eye. Simon felt both body and mind freeze solid.
Granted, one might stretch credibility and assume a terrorist attack could occur in the heart of Langoustin.
But the perpetrator was neither fanatical priests nor anyone else — it was Lorain.
Crack!
Combat unfolded with brutal intensity. Lorain swept through in brilliant crimson lightning, trailed by a shower of pure white feathers like homing arrows. Each time her red dagger cut through the air, the feathers split and tumbled to the ground with soft thuds.
Whoosh!
The second dagger spinning in her opposite hand suddenly stopped with a sharp click, then shot forward at speeds invisible to the naked eye.
Boom!
The dagger materialized directly before Serne, only to be stopped by her protective Shield Magic.
A tremendous shockwave shattered nearby windows and sent floor tiles flying, yet Serne’s expression remained composed.
“I won’t stand by and tolerate your schemes any longer!”
Lorain spoke with blazing intensity.
“If you won’t tolerate them, what exactly do you intend to do?”
Serne answered with a sinister smile.
Lorain’s crimson flashes and Serne’s white feathers clashed and collided without yielding an inch.
Simon cried out, realizing this had spiraled completely out of hand.
“Wait, Lorain! I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding!”
Lorain’s chilling red eyes turned toward Simon. But it was only a glance before she looked away again, refocusing on her battle with Serne.
“Lorain——!”
Thud! Crack!
Two skeletal hands suddenly flew at Simon and seized him by the shoulders, then dragged him through the air and pinned him against the far side of a building.
‘Lorain’s skeletons?’
No amount of struggling budged him. Pinned as he was, Simon’s mind raced.
‘Lorain doesn’t want me drawn into this fight. And she won’t listen to me either. Why?’
It didn’t seem like simple blind rage — like she was saying “Stay out of this!”
After a moment of thought, the answer became clear.
‘She thinks I’m under Serne’s Mind Control.’
The puzzle pieces finally clicked into place. Simon pressed his left foot against the building wall.
‘Open!’
The Overlord’s Tentacle Blade burst from the Subspace, precisely severing the joint where the skeleton’s hands gripped his shoulders and rendering it powerless.
Simon dropped to the ground, his eyes now sharp with resolve.
‘In this situation, the best I can do is—’
Drawing a Short Sword from the Subspace, Simon charged straight at Serne.
Caught off guard by a sudden attack from behind while locked in combat with Lorain, Serne reflexively began to counterattack.
‘Simon?’
Her feathers barely managed to stop.
Simon immediately wrapped his left arm around her shoulder and yanked her close, then pressed the blade of his Short Sword against her throat.

Lorain froze in shock at the sight.
The battle between the two seemingly unstoppable powerhouses finally came to a halt.
“My, how bold of you~”
Serne, delighted rather than alarmed, nestled deeper into Simon’s embrace.
‘Please, at least pretend to be tense!’
She was hopeless. His temples throbbed, but now that the fighting had stopped, this was the window he needed.
Simon looked at Lorain and spoke with grave conviction.
“Trust me, Lorain. I’m not brainwashed.”
She ground her teeth.
“How am I supposed to trust that? What if this crude hostage act is all Serne’s staging?”
A thread of dialogue had opened, but Lorain remained fully on guard.
“Then let me ask you this instead. How are you so certain I’ve been brainwashed?”
“You two had barely any connection at school, yet suddenly you’re acting like lovers. That was already strange. But the deciding evidence was the Curse Contract Serne made you sign.”
A Curse Contract was a terrifying Dark Magic item that activated a curse if the subject violated its terms.
Now Simon understood the misunderstanding Lorain had made.
“See for yourself.”
Simon summoned a skeleton from the Subspace and had it retrieve the document.
Lorain, still watching them both warily, examined the papers the skeleton handed her.

It wasn’t a contract at all — just an ordinary order form with a name and address written on it. Her expression crumpled with disbelief.
‘I was convinced it had to be a Curse Contract the moment I saw him reaching for a pen.’
The telescope wasn’t powerful enough to show me the contract’s fine print. Still, I attacked—driven by a fierce suspicion about Serne.
It was the same instinct as when you see a chronic addict pouring some strange powder into their mouth: suspect first, ask questions later.
She had only one thought: prevent Simon from signing anything that would send him to the Ivory Tower.
Lorain raised the Communication Crystal.
“Stand down. Fall back.”
The moment Lorain’s command came through, her subordinates retreated behind the billowing explosion cloud.
Fortunately, neither Lorain’s people nor the Ivory Tower’s tails seemed to have sustained any injuries.
They all understood well enough that casualties would make this situation infinitely messier, so everyone had exercised restraint.
“The city of Langoustin and the Royal Palace have already been notified. Focus on damage control. Assess the property damage and check for any injured. Deploy all available personnel to accelerate the cleanup. I’ll contact the Ivory Tower’s upper management separately.”
At her command, the subordinates dispersed.
“Aw, how boring. Do we really have to stop fighting just because of a little misunderstanding?”
Serne wore a satisfied smile, but her fingers flickered with provocation nonetheless.
“We’re both equally unsightly to each other anyway—why not just keep going?”
“If you want to fight me that badly, do it in Kizen.”
Lorain strode forward and grabbed Simon’s wrist.
“Let’s go. Simon.”
“Where to?”
Serne seized his other arm. In an instant, both of Simon’s arms were pinned, and he couldn’t budge.
“Simon and I have something else to discuss~”
Serne answered while tugging his arm. Lorain maintained her usual composed, poker-faced expression.
“Going out here without reporting to Kizen violates the School Rules.”
“You’re out and about too, aren’t you? Do you get special treatment for being Neftis’s daughter?”
“More importantly, I can’t trust that Simon hasn’t been brainwashed at all.”
Lorain fixed Simon with a long, scrutinizing stare.
“Feeding him cotton candy just now, running errands for ice cream, holding him close—what was all that about?”
“……!!”
At those words, Simon’s ears flushed crimson.
“D-did you really see all of it?”
His voice trembled with panic. Lorain gave the slightest nod.
“I-it’s all a misunderstanding! The thing is……!”
“Oh please, why ask about something so obvious between a boy and a girl~”
Serne swept Simon’s arm into an embrace, speaking with brazen charm.
“We have business to attend to. It’s related to this Mission Evaluation, actually. Just ignore us and let us go about our way, won’t you?”
“There’s precedent. How can I ignore it? If it’s Mission Evaluation business, report it properly here.”
As if she’d been waiting for exactly that, Serne produced a letter from her bosom with a meaningful smile.
“Tada~ Simon and I have been invited to the Dresden Royal Palace’s ball! A designated commission targeting Special Privilege students 1 and 2. Naturally, the Royal Palace would want the finest first-year pair in the kingdom, wouldn’t they?”
“…….”
Lorain closed her mouth, and Serne continued with undisguised delight.
“You understand, don’t you? We’re about to go shopping for ball gowns. So many people will see Simon and the Ivory Tower’s heir walking together~ I wonder what all those people will say—that we make such a perfect couple? Once the ball is over, they’ll spend weeks discussing Simon’s relationship with the Ivory Tower!”
Lorain had stopped listening midway through and was already pulling a Communication Crystal from her Subspace.
The connection tone sounded as she opened her mouth.
“Yes, Mother.”
Serne’s eyebrows twitched. But in an instant, her composure returned to an easy smile, and she swept her cream-colored hair behind her ear.
“At seventeen, already running to Mother first. Well then, maybe I should give Father a call too, for old times’ sake.”
Though not her biological father, Serne’s father was the current Headmaster of the Ivory Tower.
“Yes, yes, I understand.”
Lorain ended the call and looked at the two of them.
“That ball. I’ve been added to the guest list too. The Palace will officially designate me by today.”
Simon let out a hollow laugh. So this was what power looked like.
Lorain folded her arms and continued.
“You said you’re going shopping for ball gowns? The three of us should go together.”
“…….”
Serne’s face turned irritated, her lips pouting.

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In the end, the three of them went shopping for clothes together.
The largest and most expensive boutique in Langoustin. They’d settled on purchasing their ball attire here.
‘Where am I? Who am I in this place?’
But as they made their way into the store, Simon felt his body and spirit growing weary under the crushing presence of the two girls at his sides.
Serne was so relentlessly aggressive that she constantly used Simon as a pawn in her psychological sparring with Lorain, leaving him perpetually anxious about reading Lorain’s mood.
It was exhausting.
‘I miss the others from Team 7 already.’
With the three of them, he could relax and laugh without reservation.
But Lorain and Serne didn’t feel like friends his own age—more like serving two impossibly demanding, temperamental bosses. His energy drained away in real time.
“Simon! What do you think?”
Serne emerged in a radiant wine-toned dress.
“It suits you well.”
“Is that all the praise I get?”
“…You look beautiful.”
Serne had chosen a daring cut that revealed her feminine contours. She deliberately picked outfits that showed off her chest or thighs, standing before Simon to savor his reactions.
Simon tried to dissuade her, pointing out that as a student, she should dress more conservatively.
Lorain, meanwhile, quietly selected her clothes without fanfare.
Her choices had a consistent pattern—she gravitated toward soft pastel tones and princess-like frilly dresses.
Honestly, they didn’t seem to suit her sharp, sophisticated demeanor at all.
“Why do you only pick clothes like that?”
Simon finally asked, unable to help himself.
“It’s my taste.”
……
There was no arguing with that.
“What a pity~ Your sense of style seems to have stopped developing in early childhood.”
Serne, who said this, was dressed in a leopard-print gown trimmed with black fox fur. She’d somehow procured a fan from somewhere and held it in front of her mouth, laughing merrily.
Simon spoke up.
“…Couldn’t you dial that sensibility back just a bit?”
“Oh! That one’s adorable!”
Serne didn’t even acknowledge him and rushed off. The “adorable” dress she’d spotted was one with transparent sections.
Simon sighed.
“Since childhood.”
Lorain, who’d pulled out a frilly dress, spoke quietly then.
“My mother only dressed me in dull, formal clothes and dragged me everywhere. So I’m tired of being reserved now.”
“…I see.”
Finally, a professional attendant who couldn’t bear to watch took it upon herself to choose a dress for Lorain.
It was a classic, pristine black dress, and when she emerged wearing it, both the attendant and Simon—along with passersby—gasped.
‘Wow, the person really does look different!’
Not a seventeen-year-old girl, but a refined, sophisticated woman—and it suited her perfectly.
Neftis hadn’t been trying to restrict her to dull clothes; it was simply that this style suited her so naturally there had been no other real choice.
Lorain gazed wistfully at the pink princess dress, but once Simon and the attendant lavished praise on how well the black one suited her, she let the regret go.
“And you, sir—you’ll be purchasing a formal outfit as well, won’t you?”
The attendant turned her attention to Simon. Without hesitation, she pulled out two tuxedos, compared them, and handed one to him.
“Would you try this one?”
Since Simon had never bought formal wear before, he accepted it readily and went to the fitting room.
A moment later, he emerged in the tuxedo, fully dressed.
He adjusted the bow tie slightly, then asked.
“How is it?”
……
……
Serne, Lorain, and the attendant all fell silent.
Serne quietly began counting out the money to pay.

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