Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 362

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 362
Several dozen meters from where Simon stood.
Behind a curtain woven from Illusion Magic, Serne, Kassan, and Student Council President Phantasus had gathered together.
“……Are you sure this will work?”
Kassan tapped the curtain with a skeptical expression. Beside him, Serne sat with her knees folded and answered with a gleeful smile.
“Of course! Even though it looks like this, it’s a Dark Magic barrier that blocks sound, magic, and even the faintest trace of presence. Don’t underestimate the Ivory Tower!”
“Well, well! A magnificent illusion barrier indeed!”
Phantasus gave a thumbs up.
“You know, lying in wait like this reminds me of that first Mission Evaluation back in my 1st Year days! Yes, it was dawn with a gentle drizzle falling.”
Despite his appearance, Phantasus was quite talkative. Serne and Kassan exchanged glances, letting his words pass in one ear and out the other.
“The condition was that he come alone, but they won’t be sending him alone either, will they?”
“Of course not. And even if by some chance the prisoner exchange goes smoothly as planned.”
Kassan’s expression turned grave.
“We have orders from above to capture Magnus.”
“Your superiors certainly do give impossible orders.”
Serne wore a fox-like smile.
“Any interest in working for the Ivory Tower instead of Kizen?”
“No.”
“Wow—so cruel. You can’t even bring yourself to refuse when looking at my face?”
“I can.”
While the two of them were exchanging such banter, Phantasus mentioned that the flow of mana in the air had changed.
‘A change in flow?’
Sure enough, something shifted.
A door appeared in thin air.
‘He’s here!’
Simon’s eyes sharpened with intensity.
A door suddenly materialized in empty space—less a grand gateway and more like an ordinary door one might find in any home.
Creak—
The door swung open, revealing a white expanse beyond. Through it came slow, measured footsteps as someone approached.
White hair cascading down to the shoulder blades.
Pallid skin.
And a man draped in a gray robe.
His collarbone and upper chest were exposed, his feet bare, and water dripped steadily from his body.
It appeared there was nothing under the robe. He looked as though he’d just stepped out of a bathhouse.
‘That person…….’
Tension settled over Simon’s face.
Uncontrollable.
The culprit behind countless incidents and catastrophes.
A hedonistic serial killer who slaughters without hesitation if things displease him.
A Legion Commander of the 5th Legion who even murdered a professor during his days as a student at Kizen.
‘Magnus Alban.’
He held something like a chain in one hand. When he pulled on it, a figure emerged from within the doorway as if being dragged along.
‘!’
It was a creature with black feathers.
Half human, half bird.
Its entire form was covered by rotting, feathered wings, and its legs branched into three talons like those of a raptor. Its face bore the appearance of a middle-aged man. Though it had no beak, its eyes gleamed with the piercing gaze of a bird of prey.
Yet its condition was dire. Blood oozed from various wounds, and a foul stench emanated from it.
This was Achemous, an Ancient Undead formerly of the 7th Legion—a Skull Wing transformed from a Harpy, the master of aerial combat who commands the skies.
Twang!
When Magnus pulled the chain once more, Achemous staggered as the chain wrapped around its neck tightened.
Simon felt a deep, visceral rage awakening within Pier’s consciousness.
“Hmm—”
Magnus glanced once toward the Zombie Butler bound in webbing, then let his gaze sweep across every shadowed corner of the surroundings.
“I was quite certain I said to come alone.”
Simon replied without changing his expression.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
Magnus let out a low chuckle. Simon, too, curled the corners of his mouth upward.
The core of the Dark Alliance.
Two Legion Commanders regarded each other and began to laugh aloud, slowly and deliberately.
The calm before the storm.
Two men’s voices echoed across the vast plains, and a taut tension hung in the air.
The moment either of them opened a Subspace, the entire field would be swallowed by Undead, transforming into a battlefield.
“Rude bastard.”
Magnus let out a laugh, his tongue clicking dismissively.
“I’m your Legion Commander senior and your Kizen senior too. We’re almost in a direct superior-subordinate relationship, you and I.”
“I’ve never had a senior like you.”
Simon shot back without yielding.
“More importantly, why do you keep coming after me?”
“Don’t you know?”
Magnus sneered.
“I’m going to claim every single Ancient Undead in existence.”
‘Of course.’
It was likely for this reason that Magnus kept the fact of Simon being the Traitor Legion Commander hidden from the outside world.
If Simon were arrested and his Legion Commander position passed to another Necromancer, that would ruin everything.
Ironically, because Magnus was more faithful to his ambitions than anyone else, Simon could actually find some reassurance in that.
“So you claim you’ll acquire every Ancient Undead?”
Simon fixed Magnus with a wary gaze.
“Even if this ambition of yours reduces the total number of Legion Commanders?”
“Oh, so you’re thinking about how the power balance with the Sacred Federation would collapse? The thought shows promise, but—”
He lifted the corner of his mouth into a smile.
“There’s no problem. I alone can do the work of seven.”
Simon’s expression crumpled. This was insane.
“Do you know? Originally, there were more than seven Legion Commanders.”
Magnus walked barefoot across the desolate ground, gesturing freely.
“Meanwhile, the number of Saints has remained fixed at seven since the beginning. And whenever a Saint dies, a new one is born—but that’s not true for Legion Commanders. When an ‘Administrator’ is destroyed, the number of Legion Commander positions shrinks with it.”
“Which is exactly why—!”
“However.”
Magnus cut off Simon’s words.
“In the past, it took two to three Legion Commanders to face a single Saint. But now, a Legion Commander and a Saint are considered nearly equal in power. The gap keeps narrowing. And why do you think that is?”
……
Simon had never heard a Legion Commander speak of such things. He kept his silence.
“Simple! It’s because a single Legion Commander now commands multiple Ancient Undead! As you well know, we Legion Commanders have no Numerical Limit. Whether seven Legion Commanders each lead one army, or one Legion Commander leads seven armies—it’s all the same! When all Legion Commanders finally become one—”
Magnus’s eyes gleamed with ambition.
“No longer merely a Legion, but finally the King of all Undead! A being capable of victory in the endless war against the Priests!”
Simon released a long sigh.
“That’s merely your thinking.”
“You’re still an amateur, so you lack the intuition. You have much to learn. Broaden your horizons, learn far more.”
Magnus tapped his own brow with the tip of his index finger.
“In that spirit, as your direct senior, shall I teach you? The true method of using Ancient Undead.”
!
In that instant, the Zombie Butler, bound by Spider Web and Curse Talismans, rolled his eyes back and began convulsing in agony.
Simon jerked his head toward him in alarm.
Crack!
Snap!
The Zombie Butler’s body began swelling grotesquely, like that of a giant. Simultaneously, the Spider Web binding began to unravel.
“Simon!!”
Kassan, who had swept aside the Illusion curtain, burst forward with a shout.
“Negotiations are off! Seize him!”
“Yes, right!”
The moment Simon gripped the Sword of Destruction anew—
Screeeeeeeech!
The swollen Zombie Butler spewed a pale liquid from its mouth.
Simon scrambled backward. Like drops of white paint falling into clear water, it spread across the entire plains in an instant.
Not only Simon, but Magnus and Kassan too found themselves stepping into this white expanse.
“What—!”
Creak.
Creak-crack-creak.
Countless Zombies began rising from the white ground below. They were the elite soldiers of the Zombie Butler—the undead in the form of White Ghouls.
‘So many, all at once!’
Hahahahaha!
Magnus shook his shoulders and let out a booming laugh.
Just then, light flashed across the sky, and Student Council President Phantasus descended.
<Phantasus Original – Raging Tide>
Whoooooosh!
As a black wave plunged down to blot out the heavens, Magnus kept his hands buried in his robes, smirking as he merely tilted his head upward.
Crack, crack, crack!
His shadow swelled and multiplied into countless Shadow Monsters with eyes and fangs, rising to meet the descending wave.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
Water and shadow.
The two forces collided with such ferocity that it conjured visions of the world’s end.
“So you’re the one.”
Magnus regarded Phantasus, his eyes gleaming with languid amusement.
“The ‘masterpiece’ the Death Witch has been promoting lately. To think you’d bore me senseless—how refreshing.”
Tsk!
In that instant, Magnus’s gaze shifted. Simon was charging at him with the Sword of Ruin held high, launching a counter-assault.
“Haaaah!”
“Tough, aren’t you?”
Magnus grinned wickedly and raised his hand; fanged shadows converged and wrapped around it. Soon a Black Sword with a grotesque design materialized in his palm.
The distance between them closed in an instant.
Clannnnnng!
The moment the two Legion Commanders’ blades collided, the world trembled, clouds split asunder, and the very axis of the earth warped.
Simon cried out even as pain shot through both arms as if they might tear from their sockets.
“Now! Prince!”
Whoosh!
Prince burst forth and bolted away with the bound Achemous in tow.
[Got him! Taking Achemous with me!]
Crack-crack-crack!
Magnus—fending off Phantasus’s wave with one hand while clashing blades with Simon in the other—let out a thin laugh.
“Ah—that’s fine. I came here fully intending to honor the prisoner exchange.”
“What?”
Gurgle, gurgle.
The limp Zombie Butler began sinking into the white marsh beneath them.
“I’ll return Achemous. The fool won’t listen to me anyway, and sooner or later—”
His eyes flashed with something chilling.
“[Everything will be mine.]”
Before the words even finished leaving his lips, Magnus’s form plunged into the white marsh below and vanished.
Simon’s descending greatsword and Phantasus’s wave crashed down hard upon the ground he’d occupied, but only the stone fractured uselessly beneath them.
“We lost him!”
Phantasus cried out in frustration. As Magnus disappeared, the white marsh receded, and the surroundings returned to normal.
Simon wiped his mouth with his sleeve and turned around.
[Achemous! Come to your senses! Achemous!]
Prince was shaking the unconscious Achemous awake. Simon rushed over as well, and Erzsebet, who had been hiding nearby, joined them.
‘…This is vicious.’
Signs of torture were visible everywhere.
His entire body was caked in dark blood, and the collar around his neck bristled with spikes on both the inner and outer surfaces. Burns and deep gouges marked his skin in countless places.
Simon swallowed hard.
‘He endured torture like this and still refused to join Magnus’s Legion?’
The thought had scarcely formed when Achemous’s eyes snapped open.
‘!’
Both his massive arms came up and gripped Simon’s shoulders, pulling him close with tremendous force.
Simon startled, his body dragged forward, but Pier signaled him to stay calm.
Achemous’s broad face drew near, his deep amber eyes beginning to search Simon’s features intently.
[…Ah.]
His amber gaze began to tremble with emotion.
[You bear a striking resemblance.]
“To what?”
[You are the very image of Lord Richard.]
In Achemous’s eyes, the figure of Richard in a Kizen School Uniform from his childhood overlapped with Simon’s face.
[Forgive my disloyalty, young master!]
Thud!
His massive frame stirred. He dropped to the ground and drove his forehead down with a sharp crack against the earth.
[My lord, I fear the 7th Legion’s arrival has been grievously delayed.]
Simon’s eyes flooded with emotion—relief and something closer to joy. Pier let out a genuine laugh at last, while Prince and Erzsebet exchanged subtle smiles.
“You’ve done well, Achemous. Take a moment to catch your breath.”
Simon opened an enormous pocket dimension and nodded to Pier, who moved forward to steady Achemous on his feet.
[How good it is to fight at your side again, Achemous!]
Achemous inclined his head.
[The feeling is mine as well, old comrade.]
At last.
The fourth Ancient Undead had joined the 7th Legion.

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