Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 341

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy — Chapter 341
‘My luck’s holding today.’
Simon’s current approach to operating his Skeleton Mages was pursuing maximum efficiency.
He’d thrown oil fruits from the warehouse onto the ground, set them ablaze with Dark Flame Magic, and was preventing the enemy from breaching the gate altogether.
As Simon persisted with this fire-based strategy, the Kan Kingdom’s response shifted.
They’d tried variations—spreading earth sacks, draping wet leather hides atop the siege towers—yet Simon’s defense from the gatehouse, operating undead mages, remained an impenetrable wall.
The Kan Kingdom had no choice but to abandon the gate, pivoting their focus to assaulting the city wall itself.
They brought every siege ladder and set them against the wall, sending soldiers up in relentless waves. When they dispatched two Kizen students up onto the rampart, the entire South Gate wall nearly fell into Kan Kingdom hands—they fought that fiercely.
Yet through Dick and Merin’s efforts, they captured all the Kizen students on the attacking side, and now the tide at the South Gate had clearly turned in favor of the defenders.
“Follow me!”
And Dick, freed from the curse, led soldiers to retake the entire section of wall the Kan Kingdom had occupied.
With his efforts, the whole South Gate defense line stabilized.
‘The South Gate’s secure now.’
Simon, quietly observing the situation, picked up the Commander’s Nameplate and broadcast orders.
“Both Dick and Merin, you’ve done well. Rest until the enemy necromancer appears. At the other gates, alternate between rest and combat to prepare for a prolonged siege. If you need support, send a messenger or raise a flag.”
Then came the sound of approaching footsteps. Simon turned to see Merin walking toward him.
“Ah, Merin! You’ve worked so hard!”
“Hmph, this much is basic.”
She spoke while tossing her hair with her fingertips. Simon pointed at the garment draped over her shoulders.
“That’s my school uniform, isn’t it?”
!
Only now did Merin realize she’d walked over so brazenly wearing Simon’s school uniform around her shoulders, and her neck flushed crimson.
“……Ah, yeah. Thanks.”
She murmured her gratitude quietly and returned his uniform.
A pity. It was only a brief moment of happiness, but it felt good anyway.
Simon shook out the uniform and unfolded it to put it back on.
“Hm?”
“What? Did something get on it?”
“No, it’s just… your scent is lingering on it.”
$*@^&@!!!!
Her face burning crimson, she yelped in panic and stumbled backward.
“I-I only had it on for a moment, so it couldn’t be helped! What—what—do you want me to have it washed before I return it?”
“No, no. That’s not what I meant.”
Simon held the uniform closer to examine it. He’d thought a red stain on part of the shirt might be blood, but it turned out to be a lipstick mark on the jacket.
“……But why is there a lip mark?”
No—aaagh—!!
Merin recalled the moment she’d buried her face in Simon’s uniform and breathed in his scent. Having reached the absolute limit of her shame tolerance, she wrapped her face in both hands.
“Th-that’s—!”
She had to say something! Anything!
She stammered frantically.
“I fell!!”
“What?”
“I fell during the fight earlier and wiped my face on your uniform! Is that enough? I’ll pay for the cleaning!!”
Even Merin herself thought it was a ridiculous excuse.
She regretted the words the moment they left her mouth. If she could, she’d snatch them back right then. Speaking without thinking through her brain meant she’d naturally made a—!
“Is that so. Are you hurt anywhere?”
And there he was, buying it without question.
In truth, though Simon was conversing with Merin, his full attention remained on the gate. Even now, he stayed connected to the psychic network of his Skeleton Mages.
‘Dark Blaze, left to right in sequence!’
As successive sapphire flame spheres incinerated a single siege tower approaching the gate, Simon’s smile widened with satisfaction.
‘Why, why is he suddenly smiling like that!’
Meanwhile, Merin stood tensely, breathing in quick, shallow gasps.
Was he smiling at her? It seemed loaded with meaning. Does he know what I did to the uniform? Is he letting it slide this time? Is that what this is?
She was spinning elaborate fantasies about the meaning of Simon’s smile when he spoke again.
“Get some rest. The South Gate should be fine with just me for a while.”
“……Yeah, okay.”
Merin nodded sheepishly and glanced sidelong at him. Then, in a quiet, faltering voice, she said:
“Hey, back then when I mentioned something about fuel consumption… I was sor…….”
“Without your advice back then.”
Simon spoke first.
“I never would’ve thought of drawing it out this long. Thanks, Merin.”
……This girl.
Sometimes people can be too likable for their own good.
‘Well, as the team leader, I do appreciate that quality…….’
“By the way, how’d the note tied to the arrow work out?”
Simon asked suddenly.
“Oh, that was clever. Thank you. It came in handy.”
“Glad it was useful.”
Merin giggled and lifted her head.
“How long has it been now?”
“Four hours.”
They needed to hold out for twelve hours total, leaving eight hours remaining.
Somehow, four hours had slipped away without anyone noticing.
Of course, time only flowed within the Card’s world, and Dick had said that once the Siege Battle ended and they left, three hours would have passed outside.
“Well Simon, I’m going to recharge my Darkness Aura for a bit.”
“Got it.”
Merin walked to the edge of the City Wall, sat down with her back against the stone, and drew her knees together. Eyes closed, she brought both hands to her chest and breathed in slowly and deeply.
Among Necromancers, this act was called “recharging.”
After battle, the Darkness Aura within the body was depleted, and the “Core”—the organ that converted mana into Darkness Aura—was overworked and no longer functioning properly.
By sitting in a comfortable position and drawing mana into the body through breathing, gently easing the strain on the exhausted Core, one could restore vitality to the body.
In truth, it wasn’t dramatically more effective than natural recovery, but it was better than nothing.
The downside was that the Necromancer had to focus entirely on their own body, leaving them defenseless in this state.
Click.
Tap.
Like Merin, most Necromancers had Skeletons summoned from their Subspace guard the perimeter—consuming Darkness Aura just to maintain a connection to Undead consciousness was minimal.
‘Merin’s doing well.’
Simon took the opportunity to check their status.
[Defense Team (15/15)]
[Assault Team (12/15)]
The pace felt ideally stable.
The Assault Team was now down to twelve members—another casualty at a different gate—while the Defense Team hadn’t lost a single member yet.
Despite the ten-fold disparity in combat strength, simply having even a crumbling fortress provided significant advantage.
‘If everyone just holds like this, we can manage at least half the total time in the Outer Fortress.’
That was when Simon was beginning to let his guard down.
[Miri Baretta—Eliminated.]
‘What?’
[Paul Sejin—Eliminated.]
Simon’s eyes snapped wide. Both had been Defense Team students.
[Defense Team (13/15)]
[Assault Team (12/15)]
“……What just happened?”
“C-Commander! We have a crisis!”
A messenger came sprinting toward Simon in a panic.
“The North Gate!”
“The North Gate?”
Then a new message materialized before Simon’s eyes.
[The North Gate of the Outer Fortress has been breached.]
[Outer Fortress Collapse Event Triggered.]
[All forces of the Aon Kingdom are retreating to the Inner Fortress.]
Simon’s face drained of color. The gate had fallen before the messenger even arrived to report it?
‘Who.’
His head turned toward the North Gate.
‘Who’s at the North Gate right now?’

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Huff! Huff!
A male student from the Defense Team was tearing along the City Wall.
His name was You—the very student who had competed with Simon for the Commander position right up to the end.
After hearing a request for reinforcement while holding the East Gate, he’d sprinted toward the North Gate. But the message that it had been breached appeared before he even arrived.
‘How did this happen? The North Gate had solid members, second only to the South Gate.’
All around, beastkin soldiers seized by terror scrambled toward the Inner Fortress in blind panic.
Pure chaos and disorder.
You pushed through the soldiers and reached the North Gate.
“……!”
The moment he arrived, an incongruous sight caught his eye.
A girl in a white uniform sat upon the city wall with an air of unhurried calm.
Even as blood sprayed and weapons clashed, as screams and shouts tore through the air, she alone seemed to occupy a world untouched by it all—serene and apart.
‘Elisa Selin!’
The commander herself had taken the field. Behind her, the flag of the Kan Kingdom already fluttered from the city wall—which meant she’d seized it herself.
‘Four Necromancers were guarding the North Gate. For Elisa to subdue all of them at once… it doesn’t add up.’
You’s eyes went wide.
‘Who is she? Who could possibly…?’
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
An ear-splitting boom suddenly split the air, and You’s head snapped toward the sound.
A Slash Attack vast as a mountain ridge tore across the city wall. Every living thing it touched was shredded to atoms, obliterated utterly from existence.
‘Impossible!’
And at the origin point of that slash stood a boy with an expressionless face and a blindfold covering his eyes. He hadn’t even drawn the longsword at his waist.
‘Special Exception Number 5—Jule Bincere!’
You’s jaw fell open. A heavyweight like that had come too?
“Aaaaaaagh-!”
A scream of agony tore across the battlefield.
You turned to see a mountain of a man gripping the face of Bwine, the ace defender of the North Gate, in a single massive hand.
Bwine thrashed and shrieked, his legs flailing, while below him the bodies of two students were already fading away.
Those enormous wings. Those scales. There was no mistaking it.
‘Hector Moor as well!’
As Hector tightened his grip, the barrier functioning across Bwine’s face shattered with a sharp crack.
Bwine’s body went limp and tumbled to the ground, dissolving into the void.
[Bwine Rodrek — Eliminated]
[Defense Team (12/15)]
[Attack Team (12/15)]
“Good work, everyone.”
Elisa grinned and raised her hand.
“Now the real siege battle begins! And what’s a proper event without a spectacular opening salvo?”
Snap!
Elisa flicked her fingers.
Countless cannons roared, and dozens of artillery shells arced skyward from beyond the city.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
Boom-boom-boom!
Shells rained down in succession, obliterating soldiers and toppling buildings.
‘This is madness!’
You’s lips trembled.
The sight of Elisa, Jule, and Hector beyond the burning wall was threatening enough just to behold.
‘…How am I supposed to stand against that combination?’
“You small-timers should retreat while you still can.”
Just then, Elisa noticed You and called out to him.
“If you want any chance of stopping us, you’d better summon Simon Polentia right now.”
A bone-chilling roar erupted from directly overhead. Artillery shells from the phantom ship rained down upon them.
“Fall back! Retreat! Squeak-squeak!”
“Screee! Run for the Inner Fortress!”
The beastkin of the Aon Kingdom descended into utter chaos. Elisa smiled and swept her arm outward.
“The rats of the Aon Kingdom flee to the Inner Fortress. Don’t let a single one escape!”
At her command, cavalry of the Kan Kingdom poured from the city gates like a dam bursting.

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