Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 245

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy, Episode 245
“Then we shall commence the duel between Prince Andre and student Simon Polentia.”
The Butler swept his gaze across both combatants once, then lowered his arm.
“Begin!”
Whoosh!
Bang!
The moment the match started, the two boys moved in sharply different directions.
Andre began by unfurling a Magic Circle, committing himself entirely to preparing advanced Dark Magic.
Simon drew a single Magic Circle on his back, then charged straight toward Andre.
‘Smart move.’
Lorain crossed her arms, watching Simon’s retreating form as he ran forward.
‘A 2nd Year’s Dark Magic is on a different level entirely. The best strategy is to lay a minimal insurance spell and settle it with close combat from the start.’
Boom!
Simon, aiming for melee range, kicked off the ground with his Dark Element aura and launched himself upward.
Andre’s eyes widened sharply in response.
‘What in the—?!’
From Andre’s perspective, the black streak that had been distant suddenly came rushing at him like a blade.
Crack!
Andre crossed both arms to block the kick, his face contorting with the strain.
‘What kind of strength is this?!’
Both his legs dragged backward, leaving deep gouges in the earth.
Simon kept the pressure on, his kicks pouring down like spear strikes trailing afterimages, which Andre struggled to parry with increasingly desperate arm movements.
Tap.
Then Simon’s left foot drove deep in Andre’s direction.
His upper body followed in an extreme, exaggerated lunge, momentum dragging the space itself forward, and his right arm extended in a powerful straight punch.
Crash!
The vicious blow tore through empty air. Andre tilted his body to evade, seizing the opening for a counter.
‘A mere 1st Year—’
He stepped toward Simon and threw a punch of his own.
Whoosh!
He thought he’d created an opening by overextending the straight, but Simon’s arms were already returning, clamping down on Andre’s limbs.
“!”
The instant his arms were seized, Andre’s vision flipped skyward—his body was being thrown backward.
“Ugh!”
Thud!
Before his back could crash against the ground, his legs, infused with Dark Element, planted themselves first to absorb the impact.
Simon was about to press his advantage, but he caught sight of the Magic Circle Andre had already deployed in the air and retreated. A blade of pure darkness grazed past his outer robe.
‘Damn it—! No more carelessness from here on out!’
Andre pushed himself up hurriedly, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and summoned forth his Dark Element.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Three Magic Circles spread around him. This time, Dark Arrows.
Simon’s eyes filled with confusion as he observed this.
‘A 2nd Year using Dark Arrows?’
Another Magic Circle layered itself in front of the Dark Arrow formation, and it began spinning at tremendous speed, like a wagon wheel.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Arrows poured forth like gunfire in a straight line, and Simon threw himself desperately out of the way. With every step he took, arrows blocked his path like a wall.
[The distance is opening again, boy! You have to close it somehow!]
‘Understood!’
He’d already confirmed that he held the advantage in Combat Magic.
Simon cut a zigzag path forward, steadily narrowing the gap between himself and Andre.
‘—!’
It was then.
A chill raced down his spine—the sensation of something pitch black tearing in from the side.
By pure animal instinct, he drew Lorain’s Short Sword and knocked it to the side.
Boom!
Simon’s body bent like the letter L. A Greatsword had suddenly crashed into his ribs from nowhere.
He barely blocked it with the tip of the Short Sword Lorain had given him.
Screech!
Simon skidded backward along the ground, leaving a long trail in his wake.
Looking at Lorain’s Short Sword, about ten percent of the blade’s crimson aura had already been shaved away—nearly the impact of being struck by a charging carriage.
“I didn’t expect you to react to that.”
Andre chuckled, and the mysterious force that had struck Simon vanished without a trace.
‘What was that?’
Simon drew his Short Sword, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Unless he could identify what that technique was, he couldn’t afford to charge in recklessly with Combat Magic.
Meanwhile, Andre’s Dark Magic was racing toward completion.
“Open your eyes wide and watch carefully!”
He raised his arm high.
“And realize what it means that you’ve endured an extra year at Kizen!”
Black smoke billowed from the Magic Circle.
The smoke flowed out and engulfed Andre’s surroundings.
Then a towering figure emerged from within the murk—fully encased in black armor, with an ominous glow radiating from its helm.
And in its right hand was the very Greatsword that had struck Simon moments before.
Incarnation Art – Ensifer.
A grinding sound echoed as the massive creature looked down at Simon.
Simon felt a tingling sensation run through his body.
‘A Necromancy specialist.’
It was the Incarnation Art—the flower of Necromancy—a Dark Magic technique that used spirits to grant physical form to spectral entities by channeling raw force through them.
“Now that I’ve completed this, the match is over.”
Andre extended his arm.
“Die.”
Simon gasped and arched his back as the Greatsword cleaved through the air where he’d stood. A black line hung in its wake.
The thought that any slower reaction would have split him in two sent his hair on end.
‘A Greatsword isn’t that long. I need to put distance between us.’
Simon spun and bolted.
The creature was massive, yes, but it swung its blade in an arc centered on Andre—it couldn’t stray far from him.
Boom!
Yet the descending Greatsword’s length and size seemed to expand. Simon raised his Short Sword desperately as the blade fell toward his head.
Clang!
The Short Sword met the Greatsword with a deafening crash.
‘Ungh!’
It was like an ant and a man exchanging blades. Thanks to Lorain’s Short Sword, the impact wasn’t catastrophic, but the dark aura surrounding the blade had depleted significantly.
“You thought creating distance would save you?”
Andre smirked.
Ensifer’s reach exceeded dozens of meters. Its blade could touch anywhere in the open field they were using as an arena.
“Run like the coward you are!”
Simon raised his Short Sword, gasping for breath. With each clang, the dark aura bled away further.
‘Strength, speed, distance—I’m losing on all fronts! What kind of Dark Magic is this…!’
He couldn’t think of any immediate way to counter that abomination. The only option would be to strike the caster, Andre, directly.
Fortunately, Andre remained fixed in place ever since summoning Ensifer.
Perhaps the Magic Circle’s coordinates were locked, preventing him from moving.
‘Good.’
With that realization, Simon pulled six Skeletons from his Subspace and sent them rushing forward. But they barely made it before a thunderous boom sent their bones scattering through the air.
“Hahahaha! Don’t you see the gap between our summons!”
Several mental connections severed, and his head throbbed.
But Simon focused on the Skeletons whose Psychic Links still held. The scattered bones froze mid-air and reoriented themselves, sharp ends forward.
Bone Nail.
As the bones flew forward, Andre casually deployed a Dark Shield to block them.
“!”
In the same moment he deflected the Bone Nails, Zombies came arcing down in a parabolic trajectory.
A time-delayed attack. Simon had used Overload to seize the Zombies and hurl them like projectiles.
Shrieeek!
But before Simon could detonate them with Corpse Explosion, Ensifer swung its Greatsword and split them cleanly in half.
‘Damn. This is rough.’
He couldn’t find an opening in Andre’s defense. He was going to have to complete his own Dark Magic to have any chance.
Simon spent the following moments in pure evasion, dodging attack after attack. But because Ensifer’s Greatsword flew faster than Simon could run, he spent most of the time absorbing impacts with Lorain’s Short Sword.
He was beginning to see the limits of that strategy.
Murmur, murmur, murmur.
As the battle tilted decisively one way, the nobles had already begun watching Lorain and Serne for their reactions.

“At this rate, Simon will lose.”
“Those two ladies were far too reckless, if you ask me.”
“Do you think he’ll actually kneel before the Prince?”
“Who knows. Either way, it’ll be quite the news.”
Meanwhile, Lorain stood with her arms crossed, and Serne watched with a hand cocked on her hip, both wearing expressions of complete calm.
“What’s your reason for betting on Simon’s victory?” Serne asked.
Serne posed the question.
“You?”
“Because you’re doing it, I suppose?”
“You’re insane.”
Serne smiled and shrugged.
“But you still haven’t answered my question.”
“It’s simple logic.”
Lorain sighed before continuing.
“Ensifer is what second-year Necromancy majors learn. Simon can use something far more powerful than that.”
Crash!
The short sword Lorain had lent him shattered to pieces against Ensifer’s greatsword.
Simon staggered backward, breathing hard.
“Your only hope—the thing that was protecting you—is finished now.”
With victory in his grasp, Andre spoke with casual confidence.
“So what’ll you do? When are you going to pull out whatever that ivory tower girl gave you?”
“I’m already using it.”
Simon drew out a Golem Core from his Subspace as he spoke.
“And it’s just been completed.”
Click!
Simon activated the Magic Circle he’d been constructing behind his back with his other hand.
As the Magic Circle lifted away from Simon’s back and floated into the air, he immediately merged it with the Golem Core.
“How presumptuous——!”
Andre stretched out his arm, and Ensifer’s greatsword came crashing down.
Simon remained in place. He no longer had Lorain’s short sword.
Boom!
The onlookers cried out in shock. Dust billowed up around them.
The Butler, who was officiating, gasped in alarm.
“Y-Your Highness! If the Kizen student is injured——!”
“It’s fine.”
Andre clicked his tongue dismissively.
“This is a legitimate duel undertaken with his consent. Whatever the Witch of Death says——or what?”
Crick. Crick-crack.
In the swirling dust, Ensifer’s greatsword was trembling.
Andre’s eyes widened in shock.
‘He held it? How?’
As the dust settled, Simon was revealed kneeling on one knee on the ground.
In front of him, an emerald-tinted arm jutted out from the Golem Core on the ground, gripping the greatsword.
“Now.”
Simon raised both arms.
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
The golem’s arm was rapidly consumed by Cloud.
Because he was already continuously drawing and refining Cloud through the Magic Circle at his back, the coverage was far faster than usual.
‘It took thirty minutes at the BMAT. I’ve just completed this in ten.’
The difference in focus with and without Serne’s Feather was indeed substantial. Lorain had given him the endurance to hold on; Serne had given him the power to shorten the necessary time.
And the result—
Crack!
A torso formed from the Golem Core, another arm appeared to grip the greatsword, and then two legs began to writhe as the body started to rise.
“Impossible!”
Andre’s face went pale as he recognized what Dark Magic this was.
“How is a first-year learning a technique from third-year seniors——!”
“There’s no rule saying lower grades can’t learn upper-grade techniques.”
The golem, now three meters tall, slowly rose to its feet.
“Is that custom—that first-years must only learn first-year techniques—the one Your Highness always emphasizes?”
“You bastard!”
As the golem hurled aside its greatsword, Encipher’s massive blade skidded sideways and drove deep into the ground.
The Blood Golem’s raw strength was superior.
“Now.”
Simon synced the Magic Circle on his chest with the golem, activating the Blood Link.
“I’ll mount a proper counterattack.”

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