Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 318

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius, Episode 318
“Blood Heavenly Cult Bishop, Judah.”
Simon nearly cried out in triumph in the library.
He’d finally discovered the source of the unease he’d felt since meeting Professor Walter for the first time.
Walter’s acquaintances called him by the name “Judah.” Even the fountain pen he carried with him bore the name Judah inscribed upon it.
Walter was Judah.
And Judah was a bishop of the Blood Heavenly Cult. With that thought, everything fell into place.
‘So this man was affiliated with the Blood Heavenly Cult!’
The Blood Heavenly Cult was a group of unspeakable evil—one that had kidnapped countless members of the Sacred Federation for experimentation, incited war between the Dark Alliance and the Sacred Federation to orchestrate atrocities, and sought the mutual destruction of both powers.
What’s more, as a high-ranking executive of this organization, Walter appeared to have personally authorized all these orders himself. His guilt was extraordinarily grave.
‘I don’t know what the Blood Heavenly Cult’s purpose was in infiltrating Kizen, but—’
His schemes were finished now.
Though Simon considered rushing off to find Lorain that very moment, he suppressed his excitement and settled back into his chair.
If he was going to report this to Neftis anyway, he wanted to present evidence so ironclad it couldn’t be disputed.
‘Let me search for what this man calling himself Judah has actually done.’
Simon retrieved the library’s registry and began methodically searching for the name Judah.
‘…Huh?’
The moment he opened the first book, he deflated.
[Certified First Grade, Judah Kalan.]
[Certified First Grade, Judah Odoro.]
[Certified Second Grade, Judah Andare.]
[Certified Third Grade, Judah Haoban.]
[…….]
Simon slammed his head onto the desk with a hollow thud.
‘There were this many people named Judah?’
He’d thought it an uncommon name, having never heard it before, but just by opening one randomly selected book, the name Judah appeared repeatedly throughout.
Simon pressed his aching forehead and looked again at the name of the signatory as he’d interpreted it.
“Blood Heavenly Cult Bishop, Judah.”
If there had been a family name after it, or some other distinguishing detail, that would be one thing—but there wasn’t.
A single signature and the fact that Walter carried a fountain pen with the name “Judah” inscribed on it weren’t enough to prove that Walter was the same Judah of the Blood Heavenly Cult. Reporting such flimsy evidence to Neftis was completely out of the question.
‘……Ugh.’
At the thought that everything had returned to square one, Simon slumped in his chair and sighed.
‘I really thought I had him cornered.’
After staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment, Simon steeled himself and stood.
Though he lacked concrete evidence, it was equally true that his vague suspicions had crystallized into something approaching certainty.
‘I’ll see this investigation through on my own, no matter what it takes.’
Plans began to form in Simon’s mind. First, he’d head back to the dormitory—
“Excuse me, student!”
The library attendant appeared and pointed to the scattered books on Simon’s desk.
“You need to organize all this before you leave!”
“Oh, ah! I’m sorry!”
Simon flushed and returned to his seat. He had to focus, at least.

* * *
“Handwriting analysis?”
Dick asked, chewing dried meat jerky. Simon nodded.
“Right. If I bring you two signatures, can you tell if they were written by the same person?”
Dick laughed dryly.
“Hey! I’m not some problem-solver who can just snap his fingers and solve everything, but yeah, obviously it’s possible!”
“…Your premise and your answer don’t match.”
“There’s an old man in Langoustin who does handwriting analysis. He’s the field’s best veteran—he even handles work for the royal court.”
Dick spread his fingers wide as he spoke.
“Service fee included, just five gold!”
Simon immediately folded down two of his fingers.
“Best friend discount—three gold.”
“You’re killing me.”
Dick shook his head emphatically.
“Then introduce me to this Elizabeth Weffer you call your hometown friend, and I’ll do it for three gold!”
Simon laughed weakly.
The “Elizabeth Weffer” Dick was referring to was Erzsebet in her Kizen schoolgirl form.
“Just make it five gold.”
He couldn’t ask Erzsebet to do emotional labor just to save two gold.
Besides, she was an Ancient Undead remarkably sensitive to matters of the heart. He couldn’t ask her to date Dick, not even in jest.
“Oh, you drive a hard bargain, don’t you?”
Dick crossed his arms with an impressed expression.
“Fine, I’ll do it for two gold—”
“It won’t work for zero gold either.”
“Why not!”
Dick grabbed Simon’s shoulders and shook him.
“You’re being stingy about this? You’ve got plenty of girls! You and that Serne—you exchange letters, you go on dates, and yet you won’t introduce me to anyone!”
“We’re… not together like that.”
“You and Lorain, the lady from Neftis, released a thousand lanterns together! Why won’t you introduce me?! Wait—do you actually like Erzsebet?”
“That’s not it—”
Dick suddenly went silent, his eyes darting sideways to gauge the mood.
From within the second-floor bunk’s blankets, a pair of eyes gleamed with dangerous light, fixed directly on him.
“All of you. Quiet. Unless you want to die.”
“S-sorry, Kassan!”
Dick apologized quickly. He still feared Kassan.
Simon, meanwhile, got to his feet and spoke up.
“Kassan, can we talk for a moment?”
“I’m going to sleep.”
“I’ll buy the wine.”
At the word wine, a faint spark flickered in Kassan’s eyes. He glanced out the window.
Tonight, the full moon hung in the sky.
“An hour from now. The usual place.”
With only those words, Kassan disappeared back into his blankets, and soon came the soft sound of his snoring.
Simon rose to find wine, while Dick watched with an envious expression.
“Man! Why does Kassan treat only you special? I feel like I’m the one being left out!”
One of Dick’s greatest ambitions was to become friends with Kassan.
Simon answered his grumbling in a soothing tone.
“Let me try to convince him to have a drink with me and suggest the three of us meet up.”
“Yes! You’re the best, bestie!”
Dick grinned widely and threw an arm around Simon’s neck.
“So when will you introduce me to Erzsebet?”
“That’s not happening.”

* * *
An hour later.
On the rooftop under moonlight sat a man with faded gray hair.
Feet planted firmly together, neck craned upward to gaze at the full moon, Kassan cut a picturesque figure—like a lone wolf in the night.
“You came.”
He spoke without turning; his gaze remained fixed on the full moon.
Simon appeared cradling a bottle of wine, smiled brightly, and settled beside him. He withdrew wine and glasses purchased from Rochester, retrieved from his Subspace.
He uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into a glass. The ruby liquid descended along the rim, catching the light in a hypnotic pomegranate-hued gleam.
“This is the first time you’ve bought wine.”
“So it is.”
Kassan slowly rotated the wine glass before taking a sip, savoring it. Simon watched intently, tension etched across his face, when a low voice emerged from Kassan’s lips.
“You’re planning to ask me for a favor.”
“How did you know?”
“Premium wine always has a price. Charity extends only to the cheap liquor at the canteen.”
Simon let out a small laugh, then stretched his legs out and gazed at the full moon.
“As a Kizen student, I wasn’t sure how to handle matters outside Rocksum. But I realized—”
Simon’s gaze turned sideways.
“My roommate happens to be a high-ranking member of the Thief Guild.”
“You mean to commission the guild.”
“Yes. I have two requests.”
Simon handed over a slip of paper. Kassan accepted it with two fingers and read.
“An investigation into Earl Caron. If I’m not mistaken, he’s a nobleman of the Kingdom of Dresden. Is that right?”
“Yes.”
Simon sat quietly, recalling the past.
When I visited the Ballot Fish Market with Venya, a senior from the club, I saw hearts piled up like mountains inside a warehouse.
And it was none other than Professor Walter who appeared there in person with his acquaintances. Among the conversations we had with them, there was this exchange.
“Judah. The Earl Caron has arrived.”
“I’m leaving now.”
Walter left the warehouse after those words.
It was the kind of detail I could have easily missed, but the situation inside that warehouse was so urgent that it remained vivid in my memory.
Walter said he was going to meet Earl Caron. It was a minor lead, and the odds of getting useful information were slim, but even this thread of possibility seemed worth pursuing if it meant learning something about Walter.
“Good. I’ll contact the guild and assemble a team.”
Kassan rustled as he slipped the note into his pocket.
“And the last thing?”
“Right now. With me.”
Simon’s expression grew serious.
“I’d like you to break into Professor Walter’s research lab.”
……
On the quiet rooftop bathed in moonlight, Kassan smiled softly.
“Still suspicious of Professor Walter, are we.”
“Yes.”
“It’s dangerous if Professor Walter’s still in the lab. We could both be expelled.”
Simon shook his head.
“According to Dick’s information, Professor Walter left for an academic conference this afternoon. Since he’s gone outside Rocksum, we should be fine.”
Not once had the schedule information Dick provided proven inaccurate.
……
Kassan closed his eyes and took a sip of wine before speaking quietly.
“Get ready.”

* * *
The Kizen Campus lay dark and eerie. The sound of crickets and the low hooting of owls filled the night air.
Perhaps because it was a Necromancer’s school, Kizen was a place rife with hundreds upon hundreds of ghost stories.
Secret passageways, restless spirits asking students for directions, Priests wandering the Forbidden Forest—and so on. Of course, that last rumor happened to be true.
Kassan and Simon crouched behind the wall of a building. Ahead, two guards carrying lanterns walked past.
After the guards passed, Kassan signaled them to follow. The two figures darted quickly across the lawn.
Their target was the Blood Flow Shooting Practice Building, where Blood Magic classes were held—this was where Walter’s research lab was located.
“Wait a moment.”
Kassan put on a pair of goggles that appeared to be a magical artifact and examined the building.
“As I thought.”
“What is it?”
“At Kizen, once night falls, the entire building’s security system is activated.”
Kassan handed the goggles to Simon and continued. “If we climb the outer wall and slip through a window without caution, we’ll be detected. We’ll need to go through the entrance.”
When Simon tried on the goggles, he could indeed see the building’s exterior rendered in dark tones.
With no other choice, the two headed toward the main entrance. Expecting the door to be locked, Kassan began reaching for his lock-picking kit.

“……It seems someone’s still inside.”
The building’s lights were off, but the door was open.
The two entered carefully. Kassan went first, with Simon following behind.
‘It’s dark.’
This was where he attended Blood Magic lectures every time, yet at night it felt utterly eerie and unsettling.
“The research lab is on the fourth floor, right?”
“Yes.”
Simon had been to Walter’s lab exactly once. The two slowly climbed the stairs.
‘!’
A lantern’s glow appeared on the second-floor landing. Someone was up there.
“Upper floors look clear.”
Voices carried down. A man’s voice—middle-aged.
“Lower level’s okay too.”
“Did you check the basement?”
“Terrible thing to say, but how can we even get down there.”
Kassan and Simon held their breath, listening to the conversation. It was two men—building security, by the sound of it.
“This is the second one already that’s been taken.”
A sigh, almost like a lament, drifted down.
“How is it that something dangerous enough that even the guards can’t approach it is just sitting in the basement of this building?”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
‘Dangerous, you think?’
What was that about?
Simon leaned in closer, listening intently.
“What can we do? Losing a handful of worthless minions is hardly a concern.”
“The research takes priority. That’s what necromancers are like.”
“Time to clock out.”
The two figures suddenly began moving toward the stairwell.
Simon was startled, but he kept his wits. He grabbed Kassan by the arm and reached upward with his other hand.
‘Cloud!’
A teal-colored mist billowed out, wrapping around the third-floor railing. The two bodies were whisked swiftly up to the third floor, and moments later two guards descended the second-floor stairs, chatting idly as they went.
‘Phew.’
The guards made their way down to the first floor and locked the building’s door behind them.
The two climbed the stairs and arrived at the fourth floor, where Walter’s laboratory was located. After hearing what the guards had just said, a chill ran through them both.
“Is it here?”
“Yes, I’m certain.”
Walter’s laboratory—it looked exactly as it had the last time he’d summoned Simon here.
Click, click.
The door was naturally secured by a lock mechanism, but for Kassan of the Thief Guild, this was child’s play.
Dark essence seeped through the gap beneath the door, and with a sharp click, the lock disengaged.
“Let’s go in.”
Kassan gripped the door handle with his gloved hand.
“Understood.”
Simon nodded solemnly. The door creaked open with a prolonged screech.

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