Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 3

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Chapter 3
Click.
Rauli, dropping his pretense, drew a Knife from his belt. The well-maintained blade gleamed with a predatory shine.
Shink. Shink.
At the same moment, one rough-looking man emerged from behind Simon and two more appeared ahead, shuffling forward with casual menace.
“…Look, honestly, who you are doesn’t matter much. And the fact that you’re trapped here—that doesn’t change either way.”
With his reinforcements in place, Rauli’s expression grew noticeably more at ease. He snapped his fingers.
“Everything you’ve got—dump it on the ground. Pack, clothes, all of it. Don’t leave even your undergarments.”
“My undergarments too?”
“What’s there to be embarrassed about? You can pick new clothes from the market.”
Rauli gestured toward the trash heap at the rear. The other gang members snickered in agreement.
“Yeah, that’s one of Langerskin’s famous attractions. Who knows—you might get lucky and find a crate or something.”
“As long as you cover the essentials, you’ll avoid lockup.”
Simon answered with an easy smile.
“I refuse.”
……
Rauli’s expression and that of his companions turned vicious.
“…This damn brat.”
“He’s from the sticks—doesn’t understand the situation. Does this look like we’re playing games to you?”
The man to Rauli’s right strode forward toward Simon with long, aggressive steps.
“A kid like this needs a taste of steel to learn some sense.”
“Hey, wait—!”
Ignoring Rauli’s voice, the man charged forward and drew a Short Dagger from his waist, thrusting it at Simon.
Shink.
Simon flowed smoothly, shifting his weight and opening his right shoulder to the blade.
The Short Dagger cut through empty air, and in the next breath, Simon pivoted beside it and caught the man’s wrist with unhurried grace.
Crack!
He applied pressure, and the man’s hand bent backward in a direction it was never meant to go.
“Ng—ngaaaaaahhhhh!”
The man dropped to the ground, the Short Dagger clattering from his grip as he shrieked in agony.
Simon stepped forward and planted his heel across the man’s face with a sharp smack, then spoke conversationally.
“We have people like you in my domain too. They blend in with the honest folk and run their little protection rackets and other garbage.”
“…You…you bastard!”
Simon brushed dust lightly from his palm.
“It’s the duty of a lord’s heir to keep his domain clean of such trash. You lot seem to infest this district just the same, so I thought I’d do a little cleaning since I’m in the profession, so to speak.”
“…He’s a noble.”
Rauli raised his arm in a hand signal. Five more gang members came pouring in from the far end of the alley.
“All the more reason we can’t let you go.”
……
Simon calmly loosened his shoulders. He’d expected maybe two or three—but these were more numerous and far more organized than he’d anticipated.
Facing eight armed men alone and unarmed.
Even for Simon, those odds were honestly a bit tight.
‘I’m sorry, Father. I may be late arriving in Kizen.’
Simon’s expression grew serious as he lowered his stance, and the gang members tensed in response, gripping their Short Daggers with white knuckles.
The moment hung on a knife’s edge.
Any second now, violence would erupt.
“Found him!”
A third voice—one that should not have belonged in this alley—rang out. All eyes shifted toward the source of the sound.
Crunch. Crunch.
Someone was walking out from the shadows at the far end of the alley.
Hair as black and lustrous as a night sky, a face still bearing the softness of youth, and crimson moon-shaped earrings dangling like drops of blood—a young woman emerged.
Simon judged her to be roughly his own age, or perhaps a few years older.
‘What is this now?’
Rauli bit his lip at the arrival of this third party.
What had that idiot at the rear been doing? He’d vanished without a trace.
“…This isn’t your concern. Get lost.”
To Rauli’s warning, the black-haired girl responded with a derisive snort.
As she drew closer, the gang members instinctively retreated a step, their faces taut with tension.
Primal, instinctive revulsion and fear. The exact reason remained unclear, but this woman emanated an acutely dangerous presence.
“Don’t worry about me.”
As the gang members began to panic, Rauli spoke up.
“Eight to two split. Let’s finish this quickly and get out of Langerstin before the guards arrive.”
The girl who heard this let out a soft laugh.
“Eight to two? I don’t think so.”
Rustle, rustle.
As if responding to the girl’s movement, the piles of garbage and bags scattered throughout the alley began to stir as though alive. Soon, bone fragments tore through the bags and rose into the air.
“You know what’s funny?”
Crack. Snap.
The bone fragments began fitting together. Bones of different sizes and types creaked and groaned as they slowly formed bodies.
“This building in front of us is a skeleton repository.”
Rauli and his associates’ faces turned ashen.
In that moment, the same word flashed through everyone’s mind simultaneously.
‘……A Necromancer!’
Click-clack! Snap!
In an instant, more than twenty Skeletons surrounded the gang members. Gripped by terror, they couldn’t even draw breath.
“Gack!”
“Ugh!”
The approaching Undead immobilized the gang members, binding them with skeletal arms and legs.
The dead rattled with clicking sounds, their bone-white hands scraping across the gang members’ faces or gripping their jaws and forcing their heads up.
“How delightful.”
The girl’s smile turned bewitching.
“My children were looking for new friends, after all.”
Crack!
Crack!
The Skeletons clattered their jaws and palates as if in agreement. Some gang members began foaming at the mouth; others felt their pants growing damp beneath them.
‘……That’s impressive.’
Simon too was astonished. Though these Skeletons lacked the polish of Richard’s creations, summoning more than twenty instantiated Undead by reconstructing the bone remnants scattered around the alley was a feat of genuine skill.
“I, I didn’t recognize you for the Necromancer you are! Please, I beg you to show mercy just this once!”
Rauli trembled as he lowered his head. The girl uncrossed her arms and her expression grew more serious as she asked.
“Tell me your affiliation.”
The Skeleton pinning Rauli began slowly dragging its bone-white hand across his neck. Blood trickled down in five thin rivulets, and Rauli squeezed his eyes shut as he cried out.
“Clayven! We’re with the Clayven faction!”
“Ah, I’ve heard of them. For a bunch that spends their time robbing unfortunate outsiders, you’re quite the organization.”
She placed a hand on her hip, her voice turning as cold as ice.
“Tell Clayven this: from your hideout, crawl on your belly with your hands bound behind your back all the way to the guard station and turn yourself in.”
Rauli’s face went white upon hearing this.
“P-please, show mercy! I’d rather you turn me into an Undead instead!”
The girl’s expression twisted savagely.
[You’re giving me orders right now?]
Her voice took on an otherworldly quality, and Rauli’s body went rigid with fear.
She exhaled softly and returned to her normal voice before speaking.
“Sending a fake won’t work. If the person you send doesn’t have their face worn down enough when I inspect them, then I’ll erase your entire organization from this world in the name of Kizen.”
The moment the name Kizen was uttered, every member of the organization went pale and bowed their heads. Even Rauli, now completely resigned, answered.
“……I will keep that in mind.”
“Get out of here.”
As the Skeletons withdrew, the gang members bolted like their lives depended on it. Watching their fleeing forms, she clicked her tongue once.
“Thank you for helping us.”
Simon bowed in gratitude. Only then did the girl turn her head with an “Oh,” and look at Simon.
“Simon. That’s right, isn’t it?”
Her tone as she asked with a smile held no hostility, which came as a relief. Simon nodded quickly.
“Yes, that’s correct. If I may ask without being rude, who might you be……?”
“Who else would I be? I’m your real guide.”
Simon’s eyes grew wide as lanterns.
So this person was……?
Just then, she grabbed Simon’s wrist and pulled.
“Come on, Mother’s waiting.”
“……Mother?”

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“Mother!”
Behind Langerstin Grand Plaza.
The girl who had brought Simon set down in a crouch, wiping cream from the child’s mouth with brisk, practiced strokes.
The child made a protesting sound and turned his head away, but her hands remained firm.
“I told you to wait quietly! And you’re always getting lost!”
“But there was a free ice cream tasting event going on out in the plaza!”
And the child receiving this scolding while his mouth was being cleaned was none other than Neftis Arkbold—the apex of all Necromancers and the ruler of Kizen.
The Witch of Death wandering about with ice cream smeared on her lips—Simon found the sight deeply disconcerting.
And what troubled him even more was that the girl who had saved him was calling Neftis “Mother.”
Mother and daughter? No matter how he looked at it, they seemed more like an older and younger sister.
And if he had to choose who looked the part of a mother, it would be the girl rather than Neftis, who appeared no older than ten.
“Simon?”
The girl had turned to look at him.
“You were just thinking something strange, weren’t you?”
“No, not at all.”
The girl, who had been eyeing him with suspicion, promptly turned her head away with a knowing smirk.
Her intuition was remarkable.
“Welcome back, Simon! You must be exhausted from your long journey!”
Neftis came tottering over with quick, light steps.
Though her form was that of an innocent child, her true nature was that of a monster among monsters—one who had lived over three hundred years and plunged the world into terror. Simon bowed respectfully.
“I greet the ruler of Kizen.”
“Oh, you don’t need to be so stiff about it.”
She chuckled and waved a hand dismissively.
“It’s been a while since Leshill. Has Richard taught you anything useful?”
“Yes, a little, though—”
Simon immediately opened his palm. He activated his Core and channeled Mana to draw out his Primordial Darkness.
The Primordial Darkness flowed up his arm and burst forth across his open hand.
Whoosh.
His distinctive Primordial Darkness, tinged with a faint blue light, wavered like flickering flames.
Neftis and the girl both leaned forward, their eyes widening. At moments like this, they did seem like mother and daughter.
“Wow.”
Both their eyes gleamed with wonder—the gaze of someone admiring a beautiful work of art.
“Blue-tinted Primordial Darkness… I haven’t seen that in a long time.”
“But it still carries the properties of Mana. The way it flickers like flame means it hasn’t escaped the gaseous state yet.”
“You’ll need to learn more efficient ways to use your Core.”
The two exchanged brief observations and nodded to each other.
“That’s enough, Simon.”
Simon dispelled his Primordial Darkness and straightened.
“There’s no need to rush. Kizen is, after all, a school—you’ll have plenty of opportunity to learn much more.”
“Yes, I will remember that!”
“Well then, Loraine?”
Neftis gave the girl a pat on the backside as she spoke.
“Show our new student around. I’m counting on you.”
“…You’re always making me do the work, Mother.”
The girl pouted, her lower lip jutting out, but Neftis paid no mind and turned to leave.
“I’m going to grab one more ice cream and head back to Kizen, so don’t take too long! See you later!”
“Ugh, really! Mother!”
With that, Neftis disappeared as if fleeing, leaving the two of them alone in the plaza.
The girl let out a small sigh and turned to face Simon.
“Well, can’t be helped. Let me introduce myself properly. I’m Loraine Arkbold, a student at Kizen just like you.”
“I’m Simon Polentia from Leshill! It’s an honor to make your acquaintance again!”
“Good. We’ve already wasted enough time, so let’s get going right away.”
“Where are we going?”
Loraine swept her hair back over her shoulder before answering.
“Shopping. The new semester’s starting, after all.”

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