Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 332

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 332
The Forest of Giants.
A place of wonder counted among the continent’s most remarkable: all life born within it grows to three or four times its natural size.
Once the homeland of giants, it has become a living hell crawling with the worst colossal monsters imaginable.
So long as humans did not venture first into the forest, there was no great danger—but at some point, the population of Flexst, a colossal monster with a Danger Rating of 7, exploded catastrophically.
Aggressive by nature, these creatures did not merely attack scattered settlements; they stormed even the cities where nobles dwelt, leaving everything in ruins.
The onslaught of high-danger colossal monsters was a Catastrophe that humanity seemed powerless to stop, and even the armies dispatched by the Kingdom fell to become nothing more than a quick lunch for the Flexst.
All were gripped by terror in the face of this unstoppable disaster.
Then, abruptly, a woman appeared.
She rode upon purple butterflies and invaded the Forest of Giants—the enemy’s stronghold—alone.
“……Truly, quite remarkable.”
The administrator of the Kalos Kingdom witnessed that historic spectacle firsthand.
The battle was simple in its unfolding: butterflies attached themselves to the necks of those grotesque colossal monsters, and the woman swung her scythe.
That was all.
The giants’ heads flew clean off, thudding one after another to the ground. The Forest of Giants was swallowed in clouds of dust.
It was overwhelming.
The scene laid bare why a single organization—Kizen—could command half this vast continent.
“Thank you for your efforts.”
The woman who had shaken the Forest of Giants in a single day now walked toward the administrator.
“A Mutant Queen Individual was born, which caused the population to explode. I’ve eliminated the source, so you can rest easy now.”
At her gesture, the scythe transformed into a butterfly and soared into the sky.
The administrator bowed with reverence.
“The entire Kingdom has received a profound debt of gratitude. Vice-Chancellor.”
The woman’s name was Jane Olivia.
With casualties reaching into the thousands and the situation dire beyond measure, Neftis had gladly sent her right hand.
No less than Kizen’s Number Two had come in person. What had seemed an unstoppable catastrophe was resolved in merely a single day.
The Kalos Kingdom now owed Kizen yet another great debt. Even the anti-Kizen faction, which had argued for Kizen’s irrelevance, fell silent.
“I… I never imagined the Vice-Chancellor herself would come.”
“The title of Professor suffices.”
Jane opened her notebook and jotted something down with her quill pen as she spoke.
“And please give my regards to the Southern Dam Construction project overseen by Kizen.”
It was ever thus: where there is gain, there is a price. The administrator hastened to reply.
“There is no question about it whatsoever.”
As the administrator bowed and scraped before Jane, he felt it in his bones—
In this mad world, survival is impossible without aligning with one faction or the other: Necromancers or Priests.
Jane slipped the notebook into her jacket pocket and spoke.
“Ren.”
Whoosh.
A man in a black robe dropped to one knee.
“Your command, ma’am.”
“Prepare a Teleport Magic Circle. Before we return to Rocksum, since we’re here, there’s a place I’d like to visit.”
“Where shall I take you?”
Jane fell silent in thought for a moment, then her lips parted.
“That Dungeon where Professor Silaji was dispatched. I’d like to check on its progress.”

* * *
Jane and the robed agent entered the Dungeon together.
The sky was black, and the earth was red.
As Jane stepped across the crimson soil, she lifted her gaze.
“So that’s the Blood Ring.”
At the entrance to the Dungeon.
In what was the only gateway to proceed deeper, a massive ring of blood—recalling to mind a “red moon” suspended in the sky—pulsed and rotated with a nauseating rhythm.
“I understand it’s a form of Bloodline System Curse. Those who have not been granted permission will have their blood boil to death merely by drawing near.”
“Yes.”
Such an immense and semi-permanent curse. Jane felt the hair at the back of her neck stand on end merely watching it.
“Before, it was far larger.”
The agent continued the report.
“Since Professor Silaji ventured into the core of that ring, it has been shrinking day by day. At this rate, in three to four months the ring will disappear entirely.”
“After which, the vile things within that Dungeon will reveal themselves.”
Scholars had concluded that the Blood Ring was a unique phenomenon manifesting only within this Dungeon.
But someone who entered the Dungeon learned how to control the Blood Ring, and using this knowledge, deliberately avoided destroying the Dungeon’s master and instead claimed the space itself as their own.
Now it had become something like extraterritorial territory beyond the reach of Kizen or the Kingdom. No one knows what horrors are unfolding inside.
The problem is that a dangerous Class-1 wanted criminal whom Kizen has been pursuing entered that place.
Kizen moved to capture that criminal who had committed an unforgivable sin. They even dispatched Silaji, the current Blood Magic professor, and though progress has been slow, the Blood Rings are certainly diminishing.
Jane nodded.
“Well observed. Let’s head back. There’s nothing we can do about it for now.”

* * *
That morning.
An empty lecture hall in the Kizen Study Hall.
“Ha-ha! Everyone’s here, yeah?”
Dick, standing before the blackboard, bellowed with self-importance.
“Welcome to Dick’s Siege Warfare Theme lecture!”
Simon, seated in the front row, offered a halfhearted “Woo-ray.” Next to him, Merin sat with a sullen expression, chin propped in her hand, and plucked a potato chip from the bag.
“……It’s just one of Endolas Bodville’s games anyway. We should be solving more problems instead of wasting time on this.”
“Don’t be like that!”
Bang!
Dick slammed his palm down on the table.
Merin, who had been lounging indifferently, startled and dropped a potato chip on the floor.
“Geez! What are you doing!”
“The Siege Warfare Theme is the very essence and soul of Endolas Bodville’s game! How often do you think you’ll get a chance to try something like this in your lifetime? Huh?”
“Alright, alright, Dick. Calm down.”
Simon smoothed over the heated atmosphere.
In the next After-School BMAT session, Simon and Merin were planning to participate in the Siege Warfare Theme under Dick’s lead. Kamibarez couldn’t join because she was set on an all-in blue card strategy from the start.
“So let’s wrap this up quick and go grab something delicious!”
Dick picked up the chalk and began his explanation.
“As you know, the Siege Warfare Theme has fifteen attackers and fifteen defenders—thirty students total competing. We’re going to take the defending side.”
“Why?”
Merin asked.
“I just prefer defense.”
Dick quickly added, dodging the potato chip she threw at him.
“Besides, since I’ve done defense more often, I have better intel on that side! Anyway! Let me explain the structure of the castle.”
Dick drew a square on the blackboard.
Then he sketched gates on the outer edge of the square—the castle had four gates: east, west, south, and north.
“This part here I just drew is the Outer Castle.”
Dick drew a smaller square inside the larger one.
“And this is the Inner Castle. If even one gate is breached, our allied forces in the Outer Castle will hastily retreat to the Inner Castle. When that happens, our role as Necromancers is crucial—ensuring that the soldiers evacuate safely!”
“Got it. So how many entrances does the Inner Castle have?”
Even Merin, who had been grumbling moments earlier, now showed concentration as the lecture got underway.
“North and south gates.”
Dick sketched two gates on the smaller square.
“Unless the attackers are hopelessly incompetent, breaching the Outer Castle is inevitable. Of course, defending is much more favorable since the Inner Castle has higher walls and fewer sections to protect.”
This time, Simon posed the question.
“What if the Inner Castle falls?”
“Then it becomes Urban Warfare!”
Dick sketched countless buildings inside the smaller square in rapid succession.
“Our stage, Aon Castle, rises from low foothills up into higher terrain as you go deeper. Once the enemies break through the Inner Castle, they’ll charge up the steps toward the elevated ground. And finally—”
Dick drew a crown shape at the very center.
“At the very top of the castle stands the Royal Palace. Naturally, that’s where the King lives.”
Simon, who had been listening attentively, crossed his arms.
“So the defending side’s objective is to protect the King.”
“Correct! The attackers’ objective is the opposite—to kill the King! You all understand, right? Nothing too complicated, yeah?”
Merin tilted her head.
“Wouldn’t it just be better to hide the King somewhere other than the Royal Palace?”
“Ah-ha! If the King stays away from his throne too long, his position gets revealed to the attacking side. The creator of this world is Endolas Bodville—you think such cheap tricks would work?”
Merin wasn’t listening. She looked genuinely shaken, covering her forehead and muttering to herself.
“……I’m getting criticized for scheming by a commoner.”
“Kyaha-ha! I’m not just getting chewed out by you all the time!”
Dick’s spirited lecture continued.
“Now, aside from all that, there’s something called the Guardian Stone right beneath the Royal Palace, yeah? If that gets destroyed, the Barrier surrounding both the Inner and Outer Castles shatters, and the attacking side can enter from above.”
Simon’s lips parted slightly. This was quite significant.
“A Necromancer with flight abilities would simply bypass everything and march straight into the Royal Palace.”
“Exactly! Beyond that, there are other structures that grant bonuses to the besieging side if destroyed, but you don’t need to memorize all of those. Just remember the Guardian Stones—that’s the crucial part. Explanation done!”
Merin swept aside the empty potato chip bag.
“Anyway, what’s the current record between the teams?”
“The defending side won the first game, and the besieging side took the second.”
The one named Dick, who answered thus, ground his teeth with burning resolve.
“That’s exactly why I’ve been pulling together aces like you two! Those bastards on the besieging team—next game, we take them down no matter what!”
Dick turned to face them both, his lips curving upward.
“You two can do it, right?”
“Of course.”
Simon answered with a faint smile.
“Since we’re doing this, we’ll win thoroughly. Don’t worry.”
Merin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued.
“Why not just dominate so completely they can’t even breach the outer defenses?”
“Now that’s brilliant! That would be the ultimate humiliation for them!”
And so the three of them lost track of time, absorbed in discussion of the Siege Warfare Theme.

* * *
At the same moment.
In an empty classroom on the second floor, directly below where Simon’s group was gathered.
“Welcome, Zule!”
A girl with twin braids and a uniform bristling with medals clapped her hands together in a brilliant smile.
“To the Siege Warfare Theme strategy meeting for the besieging team!”
She was Elisa Celin, Special Admission Student Number 7, the summoner who commanded phantom ships.
“I suppose this level of preparation is necessary.”
And the one who had come at her call was a boy wearing an eye patch over one eye, a longsword as tall as himself strapped at his waist.
His performance fluctuated with his condition, but when at his peak, the raw combat power he unleashed earned him the reputation of being the strongest 1st Year at Kizen—Special Admission Student Number 5. Zule Vincere.
“So what? You want to get revenge on Simon too, don’t you?”
“That much, no. Only you seem eager for revenge.”
A vein pulsed visibly at Elisa’s temple.
“Of course I do! I’ll definitely get my revenge!”
In the 3rd BMAT’s Sea Theme—her home ground, as it were—Elisa had lost first place to Simon.
That alone was bitter enough to make her sick, and then in the recent After-School BMAT, she’d suffered a humiliating defeat at his hands without landing a single strategy.
“I’m Elisa Celin! When I owe a debt, I repay it tenfold.”
Zule, seemingly indifferent, merely stroked the hilt of his longsword.
“If I can measure myself against Simon Polentea, then anything works for me.”
Zule had first seen Simon in the After-School BMAT.
When he witnessed the Blood Arrow Simon deployed, he’d felt an immediate desire to test his strength against him.
“But is it true that Simon Polentea is participating in the Siege Warfare Theme?”
“It’s certain.”
Elisa chuckled.
“I heard it from a reliable informant. Apparently Simon’s best friend—some guy named Dick—only does Siege Warfare, and he’s been recruiting talented people to make the defending side win at any cost. Naturally, he’s also been trying to convince Simon, his friend, and Simon’s apparently been giving positive signals.”
“Then at the very least, this next one—or perhaps the final Siege Warfare match—I should be able to see him.”
“And in that vein―”
Elisa’s eyes turned toward the door. Heavy, deliberate footsteps sounded from beyond.
“I’ve secured the final piece for the besieging team’s one-hundred-percent victory.”
“?”
Bang!
The door swung open roughly, and a large boy stepped inside.
“Information that I can fight Simon Polentea.”
Thud. Thud.
The sheer presence radiating from his entire frame made even Elisa, a Special Admission Student, tense. Zule quietly gripped the hilt of his longsword.
“If you’re lying―”
Thud!
Bang! Bang!
Hector sat down in a chair and threw his feet up onto the desk with a sneer.
“I’ll kill both of you right here.”

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