Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 251

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 251
“Whimper! Whimper! Waaaaah!”
A small child with white hair burst into tears.
Three neighborhood children circled him, sticking out their tongues to mock him.
“Raheim’s the only one with dark skin! So dark!”
“His mom’s dark, so that’s why he is!”
“He’s weird! Raheim’s weird!”
The child called Raheim cried out, tears streaming down his face like bird droppings.
“I’m not! I’m not weird!”
“Raheim’s skin is so dark!”
“But his hair is white! It’s backwards! That’s so weird……!”
Thud-thud-thud!
Then someone came sprinting toward the scene of Raheim being bullied.
“You lot mocking him for that?”
Crack!
“You’re the weird ones, you stupid, brainless dummies!”
A small girl about their age had suddenly appeared and was kicking the children’s knees.
Like the falling snow around them, she had pale skin and beautiful sky-blue hair.
“You hit Loha!”
“Who are you!”
The three children rushed at her, but they were no match for the tenacious girl. She swung both arms wildly and kicked them in the knees mercilessly.
The children fled in a panic.
“Don’t you dare talk back! You little brats!”
She hurled curses after the fleeing children, then turned her head.
Raheim was still sitting in place with a dazed expression.
“Stop your sniveling! Quit it! Quit!”
“…….”
Frightened by her, Raheim quickly stopped crying.
Pleased by how obedient he was, the girl smiled with satisfaction.
“You’re the one, right? Raheim, the son of the Lord of Snowfield Castle.”
She extended her hand. Raheim stared at it nervously without moving.
“My name is Merin Billen. I’m the official successor of the Ivory Tower, and when I grow up, I’ll be the Lord of the Ivory Tower!”
Raheim remembered that the people from the Ivory Tower were visiting Snowfield Castle today. It was only after his father had ordered him to stay hidden somewhere quiet.
He replied timidly.
“U-um, well. But I’m not really his real son…….”
“If Dad’s the Lord, then you’re his son! What are you talking about!”
“But I won’t become Lord.”
“So what if you won’t! You can just play with spirit and vigor!”
“My skin is dark though.”
“Ugh, that’s annoying!”
She kneed Raheim as well.
Raheim cried out and clutched his knee, hopping around like he was in a chicken fight.
“Stop your whining and just come! Your parents and our parents are all waiting.”
Merin grabbed Raheim’s hand and dragged him along. Raheim spoke in alarm.
“No! I can’t go!”
“Why? You’re the Lord’s son too.”
“I…….”
Raheim hung his head low.
“Because I’m the son my father wants to hide.”
“…….”
“My older brother is the one who’ll become Lord, not me.”
Merin released Raheim’s hand and spun around to look him straight in the eye.
Even as she bent forward with her hands on her knees, Merin was taller than him. Raheim fidgeted nervously with his hands.
“My father told me something. He said not to let my guard down.”
“W-what do you mean?”
“I’m the official successor, but that’s only because the Lord of the Ivory Tower has no children, so I took that position. Anyone could be my rival, and anyone could steal my place from me. That’s why I can never let my guard down, and I have to be better than anyone else.”
She clenched her small fist tightly.
“I’m going to become Lord of the Ivory Tower, so I will absolutely never let my guard down!”
“…….”
Raheim’s pupils trembled.
“You’re the same way. It doesn’t matter that Father dislikes you, or that your skin is dark, or any of that. You can become the Lord of Snowfield Castle too.”
“……M-Merin.”
“So let’s go.”
Merin pulled Raheim up with a radiant smile, her hand grasping his.
“You keep challenging yourself. I’ll keep protecting you. And then when we grow up later. You’ll be the Lord, and I’ll become the Tower Master.”
“…….”
She lifted her other hand, the one not holding his.
“Do you promise?”
If he went into the palace now, it would be the first time he’d ever defied Father.
Father had called him a disgrace.
He treated Mother harshly too.
He wanted to protect Mother.
But how could he protect her?
If he became Lord.
If he became the highest person in this castle.
Then no one would dare treat our Mother poorly, would they?
“Yeah.”
Raheim lifted his head and hooked his pinky finger around Merin’s.
It was an afternoon when snow fell in thick, heavy curtains.

* * *
The waves crashed against the shore.
“…….”
Raheim stirred from the memory, still lying on the sun bed, and lifted the ornate Golden Medal into the air.
It was the ultimate symbol.
Raheim was no longer a bastard, nor an official heir.
Somewhere along the way, he had become the Lord of Snowfield Castle.
‘I kept challenging myself and seized the Lord’s seat.’
He lowered the medal and closed his eyes.
Currently his mother ruled in his stead, but when he graduated from Kizen, he would govern Snowfield Castle himself.
‘But you couldn’t protect her.’
He had heard before that the official heir to the Ivory Tower had changed to Serne Aindarc.
And the Ivory Tower was required to admit one child each year who had either reached seventeen or was close to that age to Kizen.
This year, the heir Serne Aindarc had come as a Special Admission Student. From that point on, Raheim had put aside all thoughts and simply drifted through school life, focusing only on his own affairs.
‘But Merin enrolled this year. Did she test in as an individual applicant rather than through the Ivory Tower’s special admission system? Why?’
If she had entered next year under special admission, she would have received considerable privileges and likely become the top 1st Year female student, even giving the student oath.
It was puzzling why she enrolled this year instead.
‘But none of that matters.’
He could meet her. He could spend three years with her.
The reason he hadn’t gone to see her until now was so he could face her with pride. Now that he had become Lord and achieved his goal, there was nothing holding him back.
“Stop it, stop! Ow! Are you seriously hitting me!”
“Over there! You damn commoner brat! You’re really dead!”
At the commotion, Raheim’s head turned.
‘……Merin!’
A female student with sky-blue hair, dressed in a swimsuit, wielded magical fins in both hands and chased after a male student.
“The blueprint I made all night yesterday is soaked because of you!”
“Aaghh!”
“Get over here! Now! Are you coming or not!”
There was no doubt.
That sky-blue hair, those blue eyes, and that wild temperament.
Exactly as she had been then…….
Splash!
A boy named Dik slipped past right next to Raheim’s sun bed, and the pursuing Merin collided shoulder-to-shoulder with the bewildered Raheim, both tumbling down.
“Ow! Seriously.”
Merin screwed up one eye, rubbing the impact site while glaring toward Dik. By then Dik had already fled far away.
She ground her teeth once, then got to her feet. With an apologetic expression, she extended her hand to Raheim.
“Hey, I’m really, really sorry! Are you okay?”
At the sight of her kneeling down and offering her hand, a smile played at Raheim’s lips.
This posture, this angle—it had been so long.
And just now—had she done it on purpose?
“I’m fine.”
Raheim took her hand and pulled her to her feet.
When they were younger, Raheim had been much smaller, but now he stood a full head taller than her.
Blood rushed to his face.
She still carried traces of her old self, yet Merin had grown radiant with feminine beauty. He extended his hand for a proper greeting this time, offering a handsome smile.
“Brings back memories. How’ve you been all this time? Merin—”
But his outstretched hand went unheeded as she walked past him without breaking stride.
“?”
Raheim turned to look behind. Merin was chasing after that boy again.
“Not this time! You’re going down! Just wait until I catch you! I’ll bash your skull in—”
Whoosh.
Raheim planted his foot on a surge of darkness beneath him and shot forward in an instant, catching up with Merin.
“Didn’t expect to run into you here.”
“Ack! You scared me!”
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
She stopped chasing Dick. Raheim stopped as well, keeping pace with her.
“What more? I already apologized a while back.”
Having finally captured her full attention, Raheim felt his spirits lift.
He spoke in a buoyant voice.
“Why didn’t you come tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“That you were admitted to Kizen. I wouldn’t have known, but you should’ve known I was a Special Admission Student.”
She blinked several times before letting out a cold laugh.
“Oh, is that so? How wonderful it must be to be a Special Admission Student.”
She flipped her hair and turned away sharply.
But Raheim appeared before her again, blocking her path.
“Don’t you remember what happened between us ten years ago?”
‘Are you kidding me? Seriously?’
She’d gone out of her way to buy a swimsuit, and now regret was flooding back. This was already the fourth time today someone had come on to her.
Though Merin didn’t realize it, she had somehow become the most beautiful flower on this beach. Every passerby couldn’t help but steal glances at her as they walked by.
But Merin herself was growing increasingly frustrated, thwarted at every turn whenever she tried to do anything.
“Hey.”
Merin spoke bluntly.
“What era is that line from? It’s pathetically stale, you know?”
“…Line?”
“Stop bothering me and get lost.”
Having lost Dick, Merin strode purposefully toward the sunshade where Kamibarez was waiting.
Raheim rested his chin on his hand.
‘Is she pretending not to remember on purpose? Well, I suppose it makes sense—I became the Castle Lord, but she failed to keep her position as Heir. That must be humbling.’
He let out a soft chuckle.
‘She’s got her cute side. I’m starting to like her more and more.’
“Raheim!”
A friend from his same group came running up, breathless.
“What are you doing here? You said you’d supervise the training this afternoon!”
“The schedule changed. Tell them to figure it out themselves.”
Raheim responded dismissively and waved his hand.
“Oh, and tell Beldina I said we’re done. We’re breaking up.”
His classmate’s mouth fell open.
“What—what? Just like that?”
“Yeah, I don’t need her. She was only chasing me because I’m the Lord of Snowfield Castle anyway.”
Raheim removed his white hat and smoothed back his hair, then set the hat back on at a jaunty angle.
“Now I’m going to find true love.”
“Ra—Raheim!”
Watching Raheim disappear quickly into the distance, his classmate withdrew his outstretched hand and scratched his head in bewilderment.
‘That rotten personality. Man, it’s always the handsome and talented ones who actually live up to their looks.’
When he broke the news, Beldina would probably cry all day.
Deciding that training was off for today, the classmate turned and left.

* * *
Raheim followed Merin with relentless persistence.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“You really don’t remember? Or are you just pretending not to?”
“What class are you in? I’ll come pick you up starting tomorrow.”
Merin’s head throbbed.
Even though she’d made it clear she disliked him, this Raheim kept clinging to her with stubborn persistence.
Especially when he flashed that smug wink, looking so pleased with himself—she felt a savage urge to pluck out his eyes, show him what his own face looked like, and shove them back in.
But experience had taught her that thorough indifference was the only answer. Any attention—annoyance or anger—would just make him more insufferable.
“Is this because you couldn’t become the heir?”
But then.
“Don’t worry. I’ll put in a good word with the Ivory Tower and really advocate for you.”
Everyone had a line that shouldn’t be crossed.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Ice Spikes erupted from around Merin in jagged bursts.
Raheim threw himself backward, evading them instantly.
“I.”
Fury rippled across her eyes.
“Told you to shut your mouth.”
“Hm.”
Raheim brought a finger to his cheek. Blood was trickling down it. He collected the blood on his fingertip and licked it off with a twisted smile.
“Yeah, this is how it should be. Fun.”
Black shadow aura began pouring from Raheim’s body.
“You attacked first?”
His form vanished in a flash of light.
Merin thrust out her arm, conjuring ice directly forward, but Raheim emerged casually from behind her.
“Ha! Got you—!”
Boom!
Something suddenly wedged between them, and Raheim yelped, throwing his hand up in front of his chin.
A shoe sole traced its arc upward, blocked by the barest margin, sending sand spraying up like a fountain around them.
“Hm.”
Raheim’s hand trembled faintly as he caught the kick.
“Who are you?”
A boy stood before him in a kicking stance, a basket balanced on his head, a sunshade pole tucked under one arm, tongs and a frying pan gripped in the other.
“Simon!!”
Merin’s face lit up.
Simon bent his knees for momentum, launching everything he held—basket, pole, tongs, pan—skyward, then spun his body in a smooth rotation. He withdrew his kicking leg and drove his opposite heel into Raheim’s raised elbow guard.
Crack!
Raheim’s body skidded backward, and Simon settled his stance casually, spreading both arms wide.
The objects that had flown up came settling back down neatly into place—on his head and in his hands.
“You alright? Merin.”

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