Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 258

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 258
Simon and Benya traveled to the Warehouse by carriage.
He had merely cracked open the window for a moment’s fresh air, yet the unease that had gnawed at him lifted with surprising ease.
Was his mind instinctively trying to forget something so grotesque? Or had it truly been nothing of consequence?
All that remained in Simon’s thoughts now were questions. What was Walter—no, Judas—plotting with so many hearts?
Lost in such speculation, he arrived at the Warehouse before he knew it. It was less a warehouse than a sprawling factory equipped with sophisticated facilities.
The moment they brought Deimos inside, the whole place erupted into commotion.
“Materials have arrived.”
“Is that really Underworld Whale material?”
The cluster of workers gathering around made no effort to hide their astonishment.
“Pardon me, just passing through.”
At the voice that came from behind, the workers instinctively parted left and right, bowing their heads.
Somehow Benya Vanilla had already changed into her work clothes and approached carrying a complete set of work knives.
“Well then, time to begin the bone extraction.”
Her hair pulled back neatly in professional fashion, she climbed atop Deimos with blade in hand. Simon spoke up in surprise.
“You’re doing this yourself?”
“Of course.”
She repositioned her work knife and began marking various points on Deimos’s corpse. Then she traced a cross through the empty air with her blade, pressing the tip gently to its center.
“Beginning Deimos conquest!”
Simon’s jaw dropped at the masterful display that followed.
Her hands moved without hesitation. Each time the knife cut cleanly, flesh split and gaped open. Such precision was possible only for one who truly understood musculature and knew precisely where every bone lay.
Crack!
As the work progressed, thick chunks of meat fell to the floor and pristine bone was exposed. Blood spattered across her work clothes and face, yet Simon found nothing gruesome in the sight.
There was something almost sacred in the concentration on her face as she worked.
Some two hours passed in this manner.
“There—all finished!”
What remained was Deimos, stripped cleanly to bone. Simon and the watching workers alike burst into applause.
“Being young, it had plenty of soft cartilage, so the work was a bit stubborn. Still, the skeletal structure was sound enough—that much at least I’m grateful for.”
“Thank you so much. You must be exhausted!”
Simon handed her a towel, which she used to wipe her face hurriedly before returning it. Fatigue lined her features, yet satisfaction bloomed across her smile.
“Now we move straight on to reinforcing the bone!”
It was time to employ Vanilla’s cutting-edge equipment.
The bones were submerged in green liquid, then carefully coated with chemical compounds using work brushes, and finally passed through cooling apparatus—a series of meticulous processes.
While waiting, Simon had the chance to ask Benya numerous questions.
‘I’m learning so much. I may have crossed the Prince of Dresden, but joining this club was absolutely the right choice.’
It felt as though he were finally being compensated for all the hardship Andre had caused him.
As Simon continued asking about this and that, he cautiously broached the subject that had been weighing on him.
“But senior, are there necromancers who specialize exclusively in collecting hearts?”
“Hearts? What brought that on?”
Simon recounted what he had witnessed earlier, though he toned it down somewhat.
“I saw a wagon loaded with monster hearts—heaps of them. An astounding quantity.”
“Hmm.”
She paused, considering, then replied.
“Well, when would anyone need that many? Hearts are actually more commonly used by hemomancers than by us, so I don’t know all the details. It could be material for large-scale dark magic, I suppose.”
Simon fell into contemplation, when a beeping sound emanated from the cooling unit’s magic circle.
“All done!”
Simon and Benya rushed over, opening the cooling unit and extracting Deimos’s bones.
The skeleton that emerged had clearly become far more durable. Where ordinary bone felt rough and desiccated to the touch, these processed remains from Deimos were smooth and lustrous—like handling fine porcelain.
Benya picked up one bone as a test and brought a thin piece of timber down against it. With a sharp crack, the wood shattered like kindling.
Simon marveled aloud and asked.
“Could you give other skeletons this level of durability?”
“That depends on the monster species and bone condition. Our Vanilla Group specializes in calibrating bone density to suit the intended purpose. With young Deimos here, there was a lot of soft cartilage, so I hardened it completely. Really, there was no other choice.”
The intermediate work was now complete. It was time for the most crucial step: drawing the summoning magic circle for the skeleton.
“You’re here!”
Benya turned and called out.
Following her gaze, Simon turned to see three men walking through the doorway. A sudden surge of tension gripped him.
‘Who… who are these people?’
Each of them radiated an aura that was far from ordinary.
“Being asked for assistance by the young lady—that’s a first for us.”
The words came from a man with a short, thick beard and a rugged demeanor. Even in his gait and voice, one could sense the seasoned strength of someone who had weathered countless trials.
“Thank you so much for coming on such short notice.”
She spread her arms and introduced the three men to Simon.
“Everyone, these are master Necromancers who’ll draw the summoning Magic Circle directly for us. Diego, Marco, and Lodrion. They’re going to help us.”
Simon stared at Benya in astonishment.
Master Necromancers? Was it really all right to bring people of such caliber into this?
“And this is my club junior and a 1st Year at Kizen, Simon Polentia.”
“Hello, sirs!”
Simon greeted them formally. A bearded man introduced as Diego stepped forward and extended his hand.
“I’m Diego, a Necromancer with the Vanilla Group. Pleased to work with you.”
His voice was cold, but Simon gave no sign of discomfort and grasped his hand.
“It’s an honor. Thank you for your help!”
He exchanged greetings with the other two as well. After that, they traded brief pleasantries with Benya, removed their robes, and began preparing for work.
“Now listen. This is special Undead creation, unlike the usual work, so I’ll need your cooperation.”
“Yes, I’ll do my best!”
The Skeletons purchased from the Necromancer shop were ready for completion once the finishing touches were applied to the already-installed Magic Circle.
Of course, that was only possible because the summoning formula was confirmed and the creatures were mass-producible, but creating special Undead like this one—especially entirely new Undead made from Deimos’s bones—had to be completed through trial and error right here on the spot.
That’s why Benya had brought in master Necromancers capable of such work.
“Hey.”
While Benya and the masters were talking, Diego quietly approached Simon alone.
“Yes! Did you call for me?”
“Listen up, girl. Keep your voice down when you answer.”
“Ah, yes.”
His eyes flashed dangerously.
“I’m watching you. Do your job right. If you slow us down and we miss our deadline, you won’t like what happens.”
Diego tapped Simon’s shoulder and walked away, muttering irritably to himself.
“I’m swamped with work, and now I’ve got to babysit a bunch of schoolchildren. What’s the point?”
Simon scratched the side of his head in embarrassment. That’s when Pier’s voice cut through, laced with killing intent.
[Does he have a death wish or something.]
‘No, it’s fine. He’s the one who’s inconvenienced, and I’m the one who asked for help. I can understand how he feels.’
Simon thought that if one of these skilled professionals had been pulled away from their own work by the chairman’s granddaughter, they’d be in a foul mood too.
He resolved to finish the work quickly for their sake.
Soon after, the three master Necromancers took their positions in front of Deimos.
Gone was the casual, uncle-like warmth with which they’d been joking and laughing with Benya—now they all had serious faces, drawing their concentration to a sharp point. Each executed their own ritual, closing their eyes or muttering to themselves.
‘Wow, real professionals really are different.’
“Come on. You come forward too.”
“Yes!”
Then the real work began.
Diego, the leader, drew a Magic Circle on the skull. Then he raised his arm slowly, and the Magic Circle expanded, floating up into the air.
A Magic Circle wider than two meters across. Its interior was completely empty.
Diego moved the Darkness element, sketching the outline of Rune Language in the center.
“Pay attention.”
He spoke in a cold voice.
“Once work starts, I don’t care if you’re the girl’s friend or her junior. I’ll treat you as an equal Necromancer, and there’s no special treatment. Keep your wits about you.”
“I understand!”
“Put your hand on the Rune Language.”
Simon placed his hand on the Rune Language outline. Diego spoke again.
“Darkness element.”
As Simon released the Darkness element into the outline, the other two quickly received it and began forming the Rune Language.
It was an unbelievable sight. Controlling someone else’s Darkness element to draw Rune Language on someone else’s Magic Circle! How was this even possible?
“Lay down the Circuit.”
“Yes, I—?”
Diego barked at him.
“You don’t know what a Circuit is? The conduit for the Darkness element to flow through! A conduit! Do I really have to spell out every little thing?”
“I’m sorry!”
Simon tensed and continued laying the Darkness Circuit. The other two masters drew formulas around Simon’s circuit as the foundation.
“Who told you to draw the Circuit in curves? Can’t you lay it down more cleanly?”
“I apologize! I’ll fix it right away!”
“Simon. The Darkness element is too concentrated here. Let’s do it again.”
“Yes, I’ll redo it!”
“Friend. You’re nervous. I can see your Darkness element shaking.”
The moment work began, the craftsmen started pushing Simon relentlessly. The other two seemed to be doing so in a more measured way, but Diego had no such restraint.
“Lay it down again! What exactly did you learn at Kizen?”
“My apologies!”
“If you’re going to work like this, quit right now!”
“I’ll do better!”
Diego was brutally exacting, and Simon worked while sweat streamed down his face. It felt like he was being scolded almost once a minute.
“What’s this deformation formula? Who did this?”
“I did, sir!”
“Either way. Marco, you fix it.”
“Understood.”
Marco erased every formula Simon had written and carefully re-laid it all from the beginning.
Simon could only watch from behind.
“I’m telling you this for the second time. Get your head straight.”
Fire flashed in Diego’s eyes.
“Every time you make a mistake, the other kids pay the price. Right now, you’re not helping—you’re a liability.”
“Yes. I’m sorry!”
“Put circling in the corner.”
Finally, something he recognized. This was a technique he’d learned when studying skeleton archers.
Simon immediately created a rotating stream of shadow energy above his palm and pressed it into the designated spot.
“Circling complete!”
“Next. I’ll show you once, so watch carefully.”
Diego created a makeshift magic circle, and as he gently rolled liquefied shadow energy across it, the shape gradually formed and hardened.
“This is incantation work. Do it.”
“Yes!”
Simon opened his eyes wide, liquefied the shadow energy, and rolled it back and forth.
Diego, who had been glancing elsewhere, turned his head back.
“Hey, you can’t get that one right——”
Diego stopped mid-sentence, his expression bewildered.
“I’m sorry! Did I do something wrong?”
“…No, keep going.”
He’d nailed that finicky incantation work on the first try. Wasn’t this supposed to be a 1st Year student?
Diego tilted his head, then refocused on his own work.
“Lay the circuit alongside the chain.”
“Yes.”
“Space for the binding formula goes there! It’s too cramped!”
“I’m sorry! I’ll redo it!”
“Simon. Could you re-adjust the formula here as well?”
“Of course!”
Simon was wedged between three master craftsmen, but he kept his focus on his work without complaint.
An hour vanished in a blink.
‘This guy…’
Diego regarded Simon with surprise in his eyes.
‘Not even intimidated?’
Necromancer school graduates, especially freshmen just starting their first job on magic circle work, usually cry their eyes out on day one.
Magic circle creation carried the enormous risk of “explosion,” so seniors kept a tight grip on discipline. Plenty of people quit within a month or two.
But Simon was different from those typical newcomers.
He hadn’t even graduated from Necromancer school yet, and he showed no sign of intimidation or self-consciousness on the job.
He wasn’t afraid of being scolded; he acknowledged his ignorance and asked questions without hesitation.
Even after major setbacks, he clung on stubbornly until he’d solved the problem.
“You’re not laying the circuit straight!”
“My apologies!”
At Diego’s shout, Simon quickly apologized and then steadily corrected his work and continued.
‘Strange guy.’
That’s what Diego thought.
‘…But it’s fun!’
In truth, Simon was genuinely enjoying this work.
‘Why didn’t I know how fun this could be?’
The pleasure of learning.
The joy of challenge.
He didn’t have time to be discouraged by the seniors’ rebukes. Working alongside these master craftsmen right now was a heaven-sent opportunity. There was no point in wasting energy on despair. Every moment spent wallowing was a moment he could be learning something new.
I wish you’d teach me more.
More new things, harder and more complex ones.
Seized by exhilaration, Simon laid out a string of Darkness circuits without hesitation.
“Whoa, that’s intense!”
“Good, good! Summoning magic circles are built on momentum, friend!”
The other two masters, aside from Diego, delighted in Simon’s bold approach. Simon fed off their energy, growing bolder still.
“All right, watch this!”
Diego demonstrated a new technique using Darkness.
“This is called Flop. You think you can do it?”
“Yes!”
Simon failed once, but succeeded on his second attempt immediately after.
Diego, who had been ready to bristle with frustration, found the corners of his mouth twitching upward despite himself.
‘Who the hell is this kid, really?’
Teach him one thing, and he grasps ten.
Make one mistake, and he learns twenty lessons from it.
He stands confident even before masters, never intimidated.
“I’m finished! Is there anything I got wrong?”
“No.”
Diego was a Necromancer himself. Being dragged here while busy was irritating, of course.
“……Well done. Keep going like that.”
In this world, there’s no Necromancer who doesn’t respect a job done well.
“Simon! Help me over here!”
“Coming!”
Within hours, even the masters had begun relying on Simon. As they drew Rune Language continuously, Simon assisted by filling in the protruding sections with Darkness.
“Hey, the Incantation Work on my line—who finished all this?”
“I did!”
“Ah, thanks Simon. You saved us time!”
“Friend! Help me with the right-side Incantation Work!”
“Already done!”
“Wow, really? You’re an ace, ace!”
Two hours had passed since the magic circle work began.
In merely two hours, the masters themselves had already recognized Simon as a capable resource.
“Now, watch carefully, friend.”
Lodrion ruffled Simon’s hair affectionately, then raised Darkness from his fingertips and pressed it against one point of the magic circle.
“What we’re making is the brain of the Undead. There’s no other logic to it. We are everything the Undead becomes. Do you understand, friend?”
“Yes, I understand!”
“When you activate this spot here.”
Lodrion pressed a point on the magic circle, and the bones in the tail fin section fluttered with movement.
“See? This is connected to the tail fin’s nerve pathways.”
“I understand!”
“But the movement seems unnatural right now.”
Lodrion gently rotated the Circling embedded in the magic circle with his fingertip, loosening it. The fluttering grew slightly wider.
“See? As you turn the Circling, balance it out. Loosen it too much and the movement becomes unnatural; tighten it too much and it becomes rigid.”
“I understand!”
The work progressed smoothly. The magic circle being created by the three masters and Simon was now rushing toward completion noticeably.
Then Diego, who had been silently focused on calibrating the head’s movements, tested the tail fin.
“……!!”
His eyes widened suddenly at the sight of the tail fin’s motion.
It moved smoothly and fluidly, as if it were a living creature with true flesh and muscle, not mere bone. It felt as if Deimos itself were alive, swimming through the sea.
‘I’ve never seen such fluid movement come from the calibration phase before!’
Diego’s head snapped up urgently.
“Hey! Hey! Wait! Who calibrated this tail?”
Simon raised his arm slightly, expression tense.
“I did! Is there something that needs correcting……?”
Crackle, crackle.
Electricity coursed through Diego’s body as he looked down at Simon. A massive surge of electricity raced through him, and his mind burned white-hot with intensity.
“Ahahaha!”
This kid was really something.
“Hahahahahaha!”
Diego tapped Simon on the crown of his head and laughed loudly.
“This insane bastard! Pulled it off perfectly! Simon!!”
Diego called him by name for the first time. Simon’s face lit up at once, and he bowed deeply with a broad smile.
“Thank you so much! It’s all thanks to what you seniors taught me!”
Even his modesty—crediting his seniors with the success—showed real tact.
With Simon’s performance, the atmosphere in the workshop had reached its peak.
All three craftsmen shed their pretense of authority, laughing with wide-open mouths as they traced out the Magic Circles. There hadn’t been work this enjoyable in years.
Benya, who had watched Simon silently through both his scoldings and his praise, wore a satisfied smile.
“……Truly something.”
The people back at headquarters would never believe it if she told them.
That exacting Diego had draped an arm across Simon’s shoulder and was practically vibrating with excitement, itching to teach him something new.
“Quite the remarkable boy.”

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