Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 281

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Summoning Genius at Necromancer School — Episode 281
Seiwur’s team was riding high.
They’d expected something like a challenging professional internship, but suddenly they’d been handed a critical mission — to bring in a Saint Candidate, and moreover, a difficult assignment that might entail a confrontation with Efnel.
“This is at least two months’ worth of bragging rights back in Kizen!”
Dik, practically glowing with excitement, threw an arm around Simon’s neck.
“We’re actually stopping the Saint from appearing! Working alongside someone important means we get to take on missions like this!”
Merin caught his eye with a quiet look that said he should tone it down.
“Knock it off. It’s an important mission regardless — no need to oversell it.”
“Yeah, yeah!”
Dik sidled up next to Seiwur at the front of their group and began peppering him with eager questions.
It wasn’t mere flattery — it was pure, unalloyed admiration.
“Hey, Simon.”
……
“Hey!”
Simon startled and glanced sideways.
Merin stood with her hands on her hips, affecting an irritated expression.
“What are you thinking about so hard?”
“Oh, well……”
Simon tilted his head as he went on.
“I was just wondering if we should really be trusted with something this important.”
“What are you talking about? This isn’t our mission — it’s Seiwur’s.”
Merin corrected him.
“We’re just along for the ride. The Intelligence Division ace from Vengeance handles assignments like this without breaking a sweat, I guess.”
Mm.
But Simon couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of his mind.
Merin looked past him toward Kamibarez.
“Still adjusting, our Kamibarez? You look a little gloomy.”
When Merin asked gently, Kamibarez shook her head.
“No, no! I’m fine now. With all of you here beside me.”
“Then why do you look so troubled?”
……
As she hesitated, Simon spoke in a kind voice.
“It’s okay, Kamibarez. You can tell us anything.”
She wrung her small hands for a moment, then finally spoke.
“Are we actually going to…… ‘abduct’ this Saint Candidate girl?”
Ouch.
Merin flinched, then forced a bright smile.
“Abduct? What are you saying! Ha! We’re going to protect her from those Efnel bastards!”
……
When Kamibarez’s expression didn’t lighten, Merin elbowed Simon’s arm — the wordless plea: ‘Do something!’
Simon finally opened his mouth.
“If Efnel makes contact with the girl first, they’ll take her to the Sacred Federation regardless of what she wants. That much is certain.”
In the Sacred Federation, every newborn is required to take the Holy Aptitude Test, and if their Holy Aptitude Score comes back high, they’re declared chosen by the goddess Deva — and their personal will becomes irrelevant. They must walk the path of a Priest.
The entire process is sacrosanct for religious reasons.
“But if we reach the girl first……”
“We’d at least ask her consent.”
Seiwur interjected smoothly.
“If she agrees, it’s protection. If she refuses, it becomes abduction.”
Kamibarez swallowed hard.
“But…… what are you planning to do with her once you bring her?”
Seiwur swept his bangs back with the back of his hand and winked.
“We’ll wait for the higher-ups’ judgment. Our mission is just to bring her in.”
If all the residents of the Neutral Territory turned their backs on the Dark Alliance, it would be problematic.
For that reason, Seiwur explained, they wouldn’t take her life, but she’d likely be handed over to the Dark Alliance.
If she wished to remain in the Neutral Territory, she might be forced to agree to open her Core — because opening it would prevent her from becoming a Priest.
“This is just my opinion, but.”
Merin folded her arms and spoke up.
“I think becoming anyone’s puppet for Efnel is worse. At least with us, she’d have her freedom.”
……Yes.
Kamibarez steadied herself and nodded in acceptance.
“Well then, shall we head to the mission location?”
At Seiwur’s words, Dick clenched his fist as though he’d been waiting for this moment.
“We’re going through the Teleport Magic Circle, right? Right? Since this is a critical mission where time is of the essence……!”
But then.
The place they arrived at was a carriage station. After Seiwur spoke with one of the drivers, he turned to the students and said,
“Everyone, board up.”
“W-we’re actually taking a carriage? All the way to the mission zone?”
Dick asked, bewildered, and Seiwur propped his chin on his hand with a radiant smile.
“Of course! The Teleport Magic Circle would be faster, but this is Neutral Territory. If we use it, our coordinates risk exposure to Efnel’s side. Taking a shabby ordinary carriage is the best way to avoid drawing attention.”
“Ah, that’s it! Agent, you really do have deep designs behind everything!”
Dick and Seiwur boarded first. The remaining three followed them toward the carriage.

* * *
At that same moment.
Five hundred meters away from where Simon’s group was boarding the carriage.
A man stood motionless.
“……I didn’t sleep a wink last night.”
A middle-aged man in a suit, his shoulders spread wide like a bear’s, ground his teeth and bounced his leg nervously.
“Kids these days are terrifying, they say.”
Beside the man stood a woman who appeared to be a secretary, her expression rigid and drawn.
“They’re still just kids, no matter how scary.”
Blac stuck his thumb in his mouth and gnawed at it anxiously.
“No, but these are Kizen kids. The legendary Kizen! Their parents are all high-ranking nobles, and they themselves are elite aristocrats!”
Blac hunched his shoulders despite his massive frame, looking like a frightened rabbit.
“I heard from the senior staff—getting criticized by students for doing the job wrong is just standard. They apparently summon their superiors on a whim and shake them down, and some of them complain through Communication Crystals about skimpy snacks, so the executives all line up and bow their heads.”
“Are you really believing those rumors?”
The secretary gave him a sharp look.
“And you’re a man who’s survived countless brushes with death and built a solid career through sheer perseverance—a true underdog hero. What are you so terrified of kids for?”
“……Do kids these days care about that kind of past? These days, if I start with ‘Back in my time,’ their whole expression just freezes and they shut their ears the moment I open my mouth.”
“Oh, come on!”
Blac finally began pleading with desperate sincerity.
“I just hope they’re good kids. Good kids. I’m sure I can treat them well…….”
“They’re probably kind-hearted students. Not every Kizen student lacks manners, you know.”
“D-do you think so? But of all people, my assignment includes Special Exception #1 Student. They’re definitely arrogant and violent—a high-ranking aristocrat for sure.”
“Goodness, really.”
Blac slowly checked his Wristwatch.
“But the kids are running late. Heh heh.”
Blac had been waiting in front of the Vengeance building an hour before the appointed time.
And the Kizen students hadn’t appeared even an hour past the scheduled meeting time.
“Mm-hmm, I get it. This is some kind of silent test, isn’t it? I’ll wait here as long as it takes! Just please come…….”
The secretary let out a deep sigh.
“Let me be clear. At a dispatch post, you’re in charge—you! No matter how talented these kids are, Agent Blac has the authority to grade them!”
Blac, lost in despair, murmured to himself and wasn’t listening at all.
“Agent Seiwur! Agent Seiwur!”
Just then, a man burst from the Vengeance building, calling out desperately for someone. Spotting Blac and the secretary, he ran toward them.
“Agent Blac! Secretary! Thank you for your patience! Have you by any chance seen Agent Seiwur?”
The secretary shrugged.
“I haven’t.”
“This is driving me crazy! Where the hell did that troublemaker go?”
“Is something wrong?”
The man gripped his forehead and sighed.
“That man took on a top-priority mission—not his usual covert work, but a Target Acquisition Mission that the Combat Division handles!”
“What?”
“If you happen to see him, please let me know!”
The man dashed off toward the Market District to ask the residents. The secretary, watching his retreating figure, turned her head.
“Agent Blac, did you hear? That troublemaker Seiwur’s done something again.”
Blac still wasn’t listening to her at all.
“I also heard something. At first, when the Kizen kids ask what school you’re from, if you say a different school than Kizen, they apparently treat you with complete contempt from that point on.”
“Oh, stop it!”
“Sob, sob—I, a school dropout named Moiran, will wait here with my head bowed.”

* * *
“Me? I graduated from Kizen, naturally!”
Inside the carriage racing toward the mission site.
Seiwur shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, and Dick burst out in admiration.
“Goodness! You’re our direct senior!”
At the mention of being a Kizen graduate, Merin’s expression shifted to one of surprise. He was truly an elite, measured as precisely as if drawn with a ruler.
Dick continued eagerly.
“We’re already dying in 1st Year, yet you endured three years there! I genuinely respect you!”
“Heh, 2nd Year will be harder, and 3rd Year will be hell itself.”
Then Merin gazed at Seiwur for a moment before speaking.
“Agent, given your age… do you happen to know Professor Bahil or Professor Aaron?”
“Ah, those two? How could I not?”
Dick and Merin’s mouths fell open. To call those two current Kizen professors ‘those guys’!
“Let’s see… those two were my juniors back when I was a 3rd Year.”
“Wow!”
“They were exceptional even as underclassmen, so I taught them quite a bit. Even nowadays, when I have reason to visit Kizen headquarters, I run into them, and they greet me with such deference. Ha! Now that they’re Kizen professors, I tell them to stop doing that.”
“With deference? That Professors Bahil and Aaron?”
As though he’d been waiting for the moment, Seiwur launched into tales of heroic exploits from his Kizen days, and Dick, Merin, and even Kamibarez perked up their ears, listening with genuine interest.
‘Hmm.’
Meanwhile, Simon, his arms folded, sensed something was off.
“Yes, that’s right. Back then, Bahil wove a net of blood and caught a friend who was trying to escape.”
“Wow! The Curse Magic professor, but it seems he studied Blood Magic in his student days too!”
“What? Ah, yes. That’s right. When he was younger, it was Blood Magic, but later he switched to Curse…”
Simon closed his eyes.
He couldn’t speak up on suspicion alone.
For now, he decided to watch carefully.

* * *
The boundary between the Sacred Federation and the Neutral Territory.
The Sacred Gate.
The Sacred Gate was a sort of ‘checkpoint,’ and everyone who wished to enter the Neutral Territory had to pass through this place.
And now, Efnel students were passing through the Sacred Gate. All of these students had been assigned to a Dispatch Mission in the Neutral Territory.
“This is my first time in the Neutral Territory!”
Lilinet, Rette’s roommate—a girl with two braids trailing down either side of her head—spoke excitedly. As always, Rette stood with both hands buried in the folds of her robe, her expression deeply furrowed.
“It hasn’t been all that long for me.”
“When have you been here before?”
“…Don’t ask. It brings back nightmares of being crammed into a cramped box.”
“? I don’t follow.”
Just then, three female students in Efnel School Uniforms approached, calling Lilinet’s name.
Rette regarded them with her characteristic blank expression and spoke.
“Your team members?”
“Yes!”
“They all look uselessly ordinary.”
“Are you really going alone?”
She nodded and let out a yawn.
“Going with someone else would just get in the way. I’ll clean this up quickly and head back to the Sacred Federation.”
“Classic Rette! Every move you make is so unconventional!”
“What kind of mission did you get? Something brutal?”
Lilinet waved her hand dismissively.
“Just the usual Saint Candidate acquisition, nothing special.”
“Be careful. Seems like the Kizen students are around too.”
“What! You’re actually worried about me? That’s exciting!”
When Rette’s expression darkened, Lilinet reflexively assumed a defensive stance.
“B-but before we part ways, is there anything you want to say to your roommate one last time?”
Rette, her hands thrust into her robe pockets, sank into thought with a sullen expression, then spoke bluntly.
“The boy with blue hair.”
“?”
“If you happen to see a Kizen boy with bluish hair during your mission, just assume he’s dead and run.”
“Ha-ha! Me, run? Even like this, I’m in the top ranks of Efnel when it comes to combat ability.”
“This isn’t about being top-ranked or anything like that.”
Rette fixed Lilinet with a grave stare.
“If you slip up, someone like you will end up truly dead.”

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