Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 346

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 346
“Haa! Haa!”
Dick and Merin were sprinting up the sloped city stairs at full speed.
“No, but I can’t make sense of this!”
Dick shouted even as he ran, his face numb with shock.
“How did the Protection Stone even break? And what’s Hector doing with the Assault Team?”
“Stop whining and focus on running.”
The commander-in-chief, Simon, had kept his orders simple.
All Kizen students were to assemble at the Royal Palace immediately.
Simon had judged that further defense was pointless.
“But who’s guarding the Royal Palace right now?”
Merin asked.
“Goul and Pengel.”
Dick answered, but Merin’s blank stare made it clear she had no idea who either of them were. So he added quickly:
“Goul’s just a standard blood mage, and Pengel ranks around Top Squad level. But against Hector? They won’t last long. Unless Pengel can land the Banshee’s Embrace on him, but that’s wishful thinking.”
“…Banshee’s what?”
“Such a thing exists.”
Dick’s gaze tilted upward.
“God, please let someone else realize what’s happening and just go faster!”

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The plaza before the Royal Palace—the final destination, where the game’s objective, the “King,” awaited.
Hector and Simon stood facing each other across a distance.
“…You.”
Yet Hector’s expression, which should have been elated at the prospect of fighting Simon, twisted into something terrifying instead.
“What’s with that face?”
Simon had clearly just emerged from combat. Dirt caked his clothes and hair; his face was pale, his breathing ragged and labored.
Hector’s mind spun.
There was only one person in the Assault Team besides himself capable of reducing this man to such a state.
“…You’re the one who defeated Juel.”
“That’s right.”
Simon spoke with feigned composure, though his breathing betrayed him, coming in ragged gasps.
Hector’s expression twisted into a scowl.
‘I said I wanted to fight Simon Polentia at full strength!’
Hector recalled his conversation with Elisa.
—If you just do as I say, you’ll win the game and get to fight Simon.
—I don’t need that, worm. I’ll move alone.
—Then you’ll never get the situation you want. Simon’s the commander. You think the Defense Team will just hand over their boss for you to fight?

—……
It was a persuasive argument. As Hector fell silent, lost in thought, Elisa began her pitch in earnest.
—Just trust me. I’ll set up the perfect stage for you.
Elisa’s plan was as follows:

First, seize the Outer Fortress and launch the Inner Fortress Siege. Then, by some means, shatter the Protection Stone. The instant it breaks, Hector transforms into Dragon Transformation and reaches the Royal Palace at the top of the wall, where he waits for the inevitable confrontation.
And as he battles the defending forces, Simon will come rushing in first—she’d make sure of it, Elisa had said with absolute conviction.
Her plan had worked; Simon had indeed arrived. But he was already in tatters.
“I’ll ask you one thing.”
Hector’s eyes widened in a fierce glare.
“Did you choose to face Juel?”
Simon hesitated before answering, but decided there was no harm in the truth.
“No. He came after me relentlessly.”
Hector’s face twisted, and he tilted his head back, screaming:
“Elisa Seeeeelliii!!!!!”
The cry pierced and rang through the air.
Simon clapped his hands over his ears.
‘…D-Dragon Peer?’
This was sound magic on an entirely different scale from what the werewolf student had used at the City Wall.
Dick had said Hector wasn’t yet at the level of mastering Dragon Peer, but Simon sensed it wouldn’t take long before he did.
“…Once this fight is over, that woman won’t escape me either.”
Hector gnawed out the words, his gaze turning back to Simon with renewed ferocity.
‘Damn.’
It was a complicated feeling.
This man had just faced Special Exception Number Five and was now taking him on directly.
Beating someone who was already exhausted would hold no real meaning for Hector himself. For Elisa, it might have been a courtesy born of seeking certain victory, but it left him deeply displeased.
‘But.’
This trial was too important to indulge in his own way.
And even if his match against Simon had been pushed to second priority, it was still the battle he’d been so eagerly anticipating.
“Bring out the Guard.”
Hector spoke with harsh authority.
“I’ll wait for that much.”
“Sorry, but I don’t have the strength left to use the Guard.”
The veins in Hector’s neck darkened with blood.
“So you fought that swordsman with everything you had, but you can beat me without the Guard?”
‘…How in the world could he interpret it that way?’
Simon heaved a long sigh and raised his arm.
A subspace opened, and five Skeleton Mages descended behind him.
Using the Guard again here was practically impossible. It was a hastily developed technique, but this wasn’t a time to be picky.
Simon unfurled a Magic Circle in the empty air.
Click! Click! Click!
The skulls of the five Skeleton Mages flew upward into the sky.
Then the Cloud that flowed from Simon’s body enveloped the mages’ skulls. They became formations with the skull at the center and emerald-tinted mist swirling around them.

Centered on Simon, the caster, the Skeleton Mages’ skulls began to rotate slowly.
Hector’s brow furrowed as he watched.
“You’re going to fight me with some minor version of the Guard technique?”
The dragon wings attached to his back suddenly spread with a sharp sound.
“Don’t regret this, Simon Polentia!!”
“Minor, my ass.”
Simon smiled wryly and lowered his stance.
“It’s my masterwork technique.”
Hector charged forward without waiting for further words.
At the same moment, the jaw of the Skulldron floating in the air opened, and dark blue flames began to flicker from within.

Hector’s eyes widened as the fireball flew toward him.
‘Magic cast directly from a skull without a staff or even a body?’
Hector quickly changed direction to evade, and the fireballs dropped to the ground with loud thuds.

While Hector was occupied dodging the fireballs, Simon surged forward in turn and drove his fist toward him.

Boom!
Hector blocked with a guard stance and slid backward with a grunt. The scales hanging from his Dragon Transformation scattered downward with a dry patter.
“Haah!”
Now Hector advanced with long strides, raising his fist.
Crash!
But suddenly he felt something exploding behind him. As Hector staggered and shifted his eyes, he saw the Skulldron floating serenely in the air.
“Damn it!”
Whoosh!
This time Simon spun and struck across Hector’s face with a roundhouse kick.
‘Good, it’s working!’
Simon’s fighting style with the Skulldron was pure stylish elegance.
While pressing Hector with Combat Magic, he kept the Skulldron floating on all sides, unleashing spells without restraint.
If Hector focused on the fireballs, Simon would strike. If he focused on Simon, the fireballs would come. Against six-directional assault, Hector was forced to accept attacks from all sides.
“You bastard!”
A ghostly light flickered in Hector’s eyes. As he threw his arms up forcefully, the dragon scales that flew outward like buckshot slammed into the Skulldron’s skull.
Thud! Crack!
Simon, connected to the Skulldron, flinched, and Hector seized the opening, rushing in to drive his fist into Simon’s abdomen.
Boom!
Simon barely managed to set up a guard and block, but a smile crept across Hector’s face.
“Yes, that’s how you have to fight.”
Hector stepped back and swung his arms. The bone fragments scattered across the ground rose up, forming a Bone Spear.
“Go!”
Hector sent the Bone Spear toward Skulldron, then charged straight at Simon.
“Move!”
Simon controlled Skulldron to dodge the Bone Spear and met Hector head-on.
Clang! Thwack! Whoosh!
The two boys exchanged blows with ferocity, then jumped back from each other in unison.
Hector tried to summon the Bone Spear again.

But Skulldron’s attacks came faster. Hector raised his dragon wings as a shield, deflecting the fireballs in a defensive stance.
“Hah! Whew!”
Simon caught his breath and reset his footing. Hector smiled, wiping blood from his lip.
“Good. Good. Good!!”
This was it.
Not quite full power, but this—this was the feeling he’d been craving!
This boy was on a different level from the ordinary students. He’d make a worthy target to crush.
Hector’s entire body swelled and began to enlarge.
The Moor House’s Dragon Form.
Before, the dragon parts on Hector’s body had felt clumsy and loose; now he was perhaps forty percent closer to true draconic shape.
Scales settled into place, and the wings moved with natural grace.
“I’ll put you down!”
Hector leaped into the air and dove toward Simon’s Skulldron.

Whoooooosh!
A gale erupted.
Hector dropped into a defensive crouch as the vicious blizzard swept in with shards of ice—only to land on something that felt disturbingly sticky underfoot. A viscous pool of something.
“Merin, nice!”
Dick suddenly appeared, grinning wickedly as he swung both arms.

A whip woven of venom lashed at Hector. He scattered it with a weak Breath, tore free of the adhesive through sheer strength, and took to the air once more.
“Dick! Merin!”
Simon called out in relief.
“Were you waiting? Commander?”
Merin winked at him as she and Dick stepped forward to shield Simon. Hector’s face darkened with fury.
“Insects! Don’t you dare interfere with my fight!”
“Are you insane? The Royal Palace is about to fall—what duel are you talking about?”
Dick drawled. In seconds, the odds had flipped to one against three.
“Simon!”
“Coming to help!”
More students from the Defensive Team were arriving, responding to Simon’s call. The ratio swelled from one-to-three to one-to-nine.
“Don’t let that bastard slip away.”
Dick pulled a net from his subspace pocket.
“If we catch Hector, we can turn this whole battle around.”
“Right, let’s do this.”
Hector’s Dragon Form advanced further, shifting into an unmistakably draconic silhouette.
“Come at me, all of you. I’ll take you on alone——!”
Boom-crack!
Boom-craaaack!
Before he could finish, cannon fire thundered from above and cannonballs rained down. The Defensive Team students scrambled back, and someone shrieked in dismay.
“It’s—it’s Elisa’s Ghost Ships!”
Three translucent Ghost Ships hovered in the distance overhead.
The Assault Team students began dropping from the vessels one by one, regrouping behind Hector. In an instant, the numbers were even again.
“Hector! We’re here to help!”
“Ha! The timing was perfect, wasn’t it?”
‘Damn it all.’
His allies had no idea how fast Hector had been moving when they said that.
Hector ground his teeth. Just when he’d thought he’d finally get a real fight with Simon, it had turned into a group brawl.
He turned to his reinforcements with a savage expression.
“Simon Polentia is mine. Touch him and you’ll answer to me.”
“Yeah, understood.”
The two groups of students took their combat stances.
“Let’s go!”
Without anyone needing to give the signal, the students of the Assault Team and the Defensive Team surged toward each other.

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