Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 299

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 299
“Isn’t that Seiweir over there?”
Seiweir, who’d been trying to slip out through the back door with an armful of office belongings, flinched at his shoulder.
“You are Seiweir, aren’t you?”
Simon and the rest of the group members came rushing over.
“Y-yes, everyone……!”
Seiweir would’ve preferred to vanish into thin air, but the group had surrounded him so quickly he’d lost any chance to escape.
“Hmm.”
Blac spoke coldly as he eyed the bundle in Seiweir’s hands.
“Looks like you got fired from Vengeons.”
Seiweir’s face stiffened, and he hung his head low.
Gone was the confident swagger, the flicking of his bangs with the back of his hand, the boastful tales of his exploits. What remained was hollow eyes, cheeks sunken deep, and a unkempt beard with tangled hair.
He looked like a completely different person.
“What happened all this time?” Simon asked.
Simon asked.
Seiweir eventually kept his head bowed and explained what had occurred.
He said the Dark Alliance had investigated him. Though the recent incident had weakened the Sacred Federation’s influence in the Neutral Zone—a gain for the Dark Alliance in material terms—the crime of falsifying official documents was grave.
In the end, he’d been handed a verdict of permanent expulsion from the Necromancer order.
“P-permanent expulsion…….”
Kindhearted Kamibarez furrowed her brows in sympathy, but Blac, hands in his trouser pockets, spoke with cold pragmatism.
“You reap what you sow.”
Seiweir winced. Merin chimed in as well.
“Rare to agree with the commoner. I can never forgive you hiding that Communication Crystal until the very end.”
As Blac and Merin pressed the point, the chastened Seiweir’s head drooped like a withered flower.
“I-I have nothing to say to you students. It was all because of my greed and rash actions. ……I will spend my entire life atoning for this. I’m truly sorry.”
‘Hmm.’
Watching someone once so brimming with confidence now cowering with such a defeated expression, Merin found herself feeling a touch of pity for him as a human being, regardless of his crimes.
“Seiweir.”
Just then, Agent Blac and the Secretary approached as well. Seiweir’s head sank even lower.
“Safe travels.”
“You caused plenty of trouble, but you worked hard while you were here.”
The two offered surprisingly measured responses.
“I have nothing to say to you both either……. I’m sorry.”
Seiweir shuffled his feet and made his way out of the building. Watching his retreating figure, Blac let out a sigh.
“Bittersweet.”
Blac picked up the thread.
“I thought you’d be relieved.”
“The man was always causing trouble and bleeding the organization dry, but there was a reason we kept him around. Whatever else you might say, his Illusion Magic was extraordinary.”
The Secretary nodded in agreement.
“That’s true. If he’d just been content with intelligence work, he wouldn’t have tried overstepping and ended up like this.”
“…….”
“Well, enough about someone who’s already gone. Students, let’s get to Kizen before it gets late. I’ll give you a ride.”
Merin stood with her arms crossed, her expression deeply serious.
“Merin?”
“Oh, ah.”
By then the group members were already following the Secretary. She forced a smile and spoke.
“Kamibarez, I’m going to use the restroom before I teleport. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, understood.”
Merin, who’d been heading to the restroom in quick steps, suddenly turned sharply and slipped out through the back door where Seiweir had departed.
Seiweir was still visible in the distance, his shoulders sagging as he walked.
“Seiweir, wait a moment. Look at me.”
Seiweir turned around.
“M-Merin?”
“Here.”
She pulled a business card from her inner pocket and held it out to him.
Seiweir took it with a bewildered expression.
“……What is this?”
“You said you can never work as a Necromancer again, right? Then you need to find another path.”
She swept back the hair from her temple and made a small clearing sound.
“It’s a business card from the theater director of Langoustin Grand Theater. Take it to the Grand Theater and meet with the director. Say that Merin Billenor sent you, and he’ll understand.”
At the very least, Illusion Magic was an incredible talent.
Merin agreed with what Blac said.
Especially when they’d first gone to Kelso Village looking for Sasha—the way Kamibarez had conjured so many Priest illusions and then defended against all those attacks single-handedly. In another sense, it was truly impressive.
Everyone except Simon had been completely fooled, after all.
And looking at her face…… she had that cloying, overdone royal butter style, but overall her appearance was decent enough.
Aside from being a Necromancer, her natural talent for theater was remarkable, wouldn’t you say.
“Go on and beg her to do whatever work she’s given. She’ll let you in.”
Seiweir, holding the business card, looked somewhat bewildered. It was clear he hadn’t expected anything like theater.
“Th—thank you for thinking of me. But how does a Kizen student have connections in the theater world……?”
“Ugh, ah! Don’t ask! Don’t ask that!”
Merin’s face flushed red as she shouted, then fled as if escaping.
Seiweir stared after her with vacant eyes, then looked down at the card again.

‘A second life…….’
Seiweir’s eyes never left the card.

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“Finally back at Kizen!”
Dick threw both arms up with a shout.
The familiar slope of the Teleport Magic Circle was now visible, and below it lay the expanse of Kizen Campus.
“Everyone did great!”
“Good work~”
They exchanged bright greetings all around.
“Phew, getting some fresh air is only good for a day or two! The Neutral Zone is so bleak, and Kizen really is the best!”
Simon responded with a smile, playing along with Dick’s comment.
“But you said Kizen felt suffocating when we left, and that it felt good to breathe outside air.”
“Well, your mindset before and after using the restroom is always different.”
Everyone let out soft laughter. Merin glanced at her wristwatch.
“We have plenty of time. Let’s rest well today and meet again tomorrow with fresh hearts! Dismissed!”
Simon headed for the Boys’ Dormitory, while Merin and Kamibarez made for the Female Dormitory.
Dick, worried about how his business had fared in his absence, decided to head straight to Rochester to check on it.
‘Feels like I’ve been out for months.’
As Simon entered the dormitory, the usual bustling atmosphere was noticeably absent. It seemed most students on Field Assignment Evaluation hadn’t returned yet.
He climbed the stairs to the fourth floor.
In this familiar setting that felt like coming home.
‘Hm?’
There was something strange.
Blood streaked across the floor of the fourth-floor corridor like a trail.
Simon’s languid expression sharpened instantly. His hair bristled, and tension flooded through him.
Simon held his breath and slowly followed the blood trail.
‘Damn.’
The blood trail led directly to room 409—of all places.
Simon’s face tense, he grasped the door handle.
‘Open.’
Six Subspaces unfolded around him as Overload prepared to strike at any moment.
Then he opened the door.
Click!
The moment the door swung open, Simon saw a figure collapsed on the floor of room 409. A man with gray hair lay blood-soaked on the dormitory floor.
“K—Kassan!”
Simon dropped to one knee and shook his shoulder.
“Wake up! Kassan!”
“He won’t respond to reason.”
“!”
A third voice suddenly spoke from within the seemingly empty room.
Simon’s shoulders trembled as his head snapped up. There had been no sign of anyone in the room, yet now he saw long hair fluttering.
Someone was sitting by the window.
Long hair so flowing it could be mistaken for a woman’s, a delicate jaw. And a chilling voice.
“I was simply waiting. But he insisted on attacking me anyway. Still—”
Simon realized he had walked straight into the worst possible situation.
“I wanted to meet you. Simon Polentia.”
This sticky sensation of the Dark Element—Simon had never encountered it before, yet he could guess what it was.
A man wielding the same Dark Element as the Ancient Undead he’d faced in the past, Talaje.
Magnus Alban.
The Fifth Legion Commander stood before him.
‘…….’
His body and mind froze solid.
They said that shock rendered people speechless, and he was experiencing it now. The color drained from his face, his lips turning dry and pale.
If he mistepped here.
He would die.
[Be careful, boy.]
Pier’s voice echoing in his mind had grown intensely grave.
[He already has his hands around your throat. Create a gap in space—open a Subspace. Once I emerge, we can face him.]
Summoning the Legion openly within the school grounds might cost him his place at Kizen, but now it was a matter of life and death.
Simon steeled himself and lifted his head.
“……Who are you?”
Simon let hostility show first.
Given that this man had attacked his roommate, such a reaction was only natural.
“I received a most intriguing report recently.”
Magnus did not answer directly, instead changing the subject.
“An incomplete Purification Saint was born in a place called Kelso Village in the Neutral Zone, felled by a mysterious wanderer, it seems. And the one who breached the barrier was that wanderer alone—yet traces of a large-scale battle were discovered. Fascinating, isn’t it? So I sent my subordinates to investigate, and what do you think they found?”
The corners of his mouth curled upward.
“The same wavelength as an Ancient Undead I’ve been desperately seeking was detected.”
Simon swallowed hard.
“Most of my surveillance forces were occupied with that little girl Lorain at the time, so of course something like that would happen. That rules her out. And by coincidence, your name appeared among the students assigned to that mission.”
Magnus extended his head forward.
“Simon Polentia—the name I’ve been watching all this time!”
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Whether interpreting Magnus’s movement as an attack, the Overlord’s blades waiting in reserve came pouring down.
Clang!
Clang!
Yet the blades struck an invisible wall and were repelled.
“Hm.”
He caught one of the blades directly with his hand as it rushed at his face, examining it.
“I don’t sense any Legion power in this.”
Boom!
Simon’s Spinning Kick flew toward his jaw. Magnus, with an annoyed expression, raised a single finger to block it, his voice languid.
“Not something so obvious.”
His other hand reached toward Simon’s throat.
“Show me your real power. Otherwise, you die righ-”
Crack!
A crimson spike descending from the ceiling drove through Magnus’s palm, pinning his hand in place.
Magnus lifted his head with an impassive expression.
“What?”
In front of Simon appeared a man clad in Bone Armor made of crimson bone.
Boom!
Magnus’s body, which had not budged an inch, was struck by the man’s kick and flew through the window, shattering it to pieces.
Simon’s eyes widened as he looked up. The skull mask that had covered the man’s face fell away, revealing a familiar visage.
“Step back. It’s too dangerous.”
Simon’s eyes went wide.
“Professor Aaron!!”

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