Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 363

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 363
Having rescued Achemous, Simon crossed safely into Rocksum via Teleport Magic Circle.
After reporting his return to Jane alongside Serne and Kassan, he made his way swiftly through the Forbidden Forest and into Pier’s Ruins.
“Everyone, come out!”
Simon grasped at empty air and thrust his hand outward with force.
Crack!
As if they’d been waiting, Pier and Achemous, Erzsebet and Prince emerged one by one from the vast subspace, while the Skeletons and Corpse Spiders that had accompanied them tumbled out in a torrent, scattering into the deeper recesses of the Ruins.
[We’re finally home!]
Erzsebet stretched languidly, then fixed Simon with a gaze that brimmed with dark desire.
Simon felt an icy chill creep down his spine.
[Young Master, I must say I’ve distinguished myself greatly on this mission.]
“Y-yes, you certainly have. You’ve worked so hard.”
[Are you prepared to offer a reward?]
When she ran her tongue across her lips, a shudder seized Simon’s frame.
[No way!]
Turning at the sudden tugging of his clothes, Simon found Prince clinging to him.
[I earned merit too! You have to play with me first! And, I developed a new Handshake at the Mansion — let me show you how it works……!]
Whoosh!
Erzsebet and Prince fell silent at once. Achemous, who’d arrived at some point, threw himself prostrate on the floor and wailed.
[Forgive this wretch’s tardiness in joining the Legion, Young Master!]
Simon offered an awkward smile, waving both hands in protest.
“I-it’s all right, really! The circumstances couldn’t be helped!”
[Yet the son of Lord Richard has grown to such stature! This servant lay concealed in darkness, squandering away days in utter ignorance of these facts!]
Simon reflected that another troublesome Undead had apparently joined their ranks.
Even as he harbored this thought, Pier — the closest thing among the four to a semblance of normalcy — was cackling softly.
[Quiet and get to work preparing the Skull Wing unit, Achemous! You saw the might of the 5th Legion, didn’t you? The 7th Legion must grow far stronger than it is now!]
Of course, calling Pier “normal” was a considerable stretch.
In the end, Simon stepped forward.
“All right, let’s attend to Achemous’s body first.”
Though Achemous, being an Ancient Undead, possessed self-regenerative capacity, there were portions of his form that remained unhealed.
Simon set about extracting the stakes and thorns embedded throughout his body. Achemous must have been enduring tremendous pain, yet he bore it stoically and without complaint.
[Be careful, boy!]
As Simon reached to withdraw a thorn lodged in Achemous’s thigh, Pier stopped him.
[That object carries a Curse.]
“Ah.”
Pier plucked the thorn out barehanded instead, let it fall to the ground, and crushed it with tremendous force.
With a sharp crack, black smoke poured forth, taking the shape of a skull before slowly dispersing into nothingness.
[Curse Stakes. Magnus truly is vile.]
Erzsebet spoke, wiping the black blood from Achemous’s face with a handkerchief.
Achemous clenched his teeth, enduring the extraction of each thorn in grim silence. When his eyes met Simon’s partway through, he broke into another wail of emotion.
[Young Master! This betrayal cannot go unanswered! After I’ve atoned for this disloyalty……!]
[Do calm yourself.]
Erzsebet seized Achemous by the back of the head with webbing and pulled him back, prompting Simon and Prince to stifle quiet laughter.
Once all the thorns and stakes had been extracted and the caked blood wiped clean, Achemous looked considerably more presentable.
[Young Master, we shall now prepare the Contract.]
Achemous grasped his chest and tore it open, revealing the cavity within — a black sphere visible between his ribs, shimmering with movement.
Half was black; half was crimson. Yet the other Ancient Undead, upon glimpsing it, suddenly drew sharp breaths of dismay.
[What a foolish creature.]
Pier shook his head slowly. Bewildered by the sudden shift in mood, Simon blinked.
“What’s wrong with everyone?”
Pier closed his eyes.
[……So that’s why Magnus tortured him with such vicious intensity.]
“Sir?”
[Achemous has not yet undergone Legionization.]
Simon’s eyes widened in shock.
When Simon had first explained the plan to Pier — to capture one of Magnus’s Ancient Undead in exchange for Achemous — it had been premised on the assumption that Achemous would already have been subjected to Legionization by Magnus.
Legionization refers to the process of converting ordinary natural-born or summoned Undead into Legion assets.
Simon had reasoned that a covetous man like Magnus would have done exactly that the moment Achemous fell into his hands, and Pier, as overseer, had been prepared to exhaust every option to undo it.
[Yet Achemous resisted.]
Within Achemous’s Core, one half of his own Dark Element was locked in fierce opposition against Magnus’s Dark Element. Through sheer force of will alone, he had refused Legionization.
Anyway.
Erzsebet crossed her arms and sighed.
[Humans simply cannot comprehend us.]
Ancient Undead are beings so academically inexplicable that even scholars have abandoned their research.
They each harbor a particular void—an absent emotion—and often contract with a Legion Commander Necromancer to fill it.
The Spider Queen Erzsebet seeks love.
The Zombie Prince seeks amusement.
And Simon suspected that Achemous, who had just joined them, harbored a need for loyalty.
It made perfect sense that Achemous, possessed of such loyalty, would resist Magnus’s attempt to dominate him by force.
‘But how am I supposed to fulfill loyalty for him?’
While Simon wrestled with that thought, Pier, who had been examining Achemous’s Core, turned to him and spoke.
[Boy! Achemous is not in ideal condition, but for the sake of swift recovery, I’d suggest you legionize him now.]
“Yes, understood.”
As Simon stepped forward, Achemous knelt on one knee.
[All this time I was confined, I waited for this moment. It is a tremendous honor.]
“I’m counting on you, Achemous.”
With those words, Simon placed his hand on Achemous’s Core and poured his Dark Element into it.
“Ggh!”
[Ack!]
The Dark Element suddenly whirled violently through both their bodies at once.
That was when Erzsebet’s eyes widened.
[Pier, this—!]
[Damn it……!]
Pier’s gaze turned fierce.
[So he had no intention of simply handing Achemous over!]
The moment Simon’s hand touched Achemous’s Core, the other half—Magnus’s Dark Element—erupted as if it had been waiting all along, beginning to force back both Simon’s and Achemous’s Dark Elements.
The shock sent even Simon’s mind reeling.
[Hold on, boy!]
Pier shouted.
[If you collapse, Magnus will control Achemous! Or worse—the Core could explode!]
If Achemous’s Core detonated here, triggering an Ancient Undead Corpse Explosion, all of Pier’s Ruins would be obliterated.
Simon gritted his teeth and brought his other hand to the Core as well.
[M-Master!]
“Just hold on a little longer!”
Simon’s eyes flashed with determination.
Achemous had endured such torment while waiting for Simon and his father’s Legion. Simon could not abandon him now.
“Aaaahhhhhhh!”
Simon’s Teal-Blue Darkness surged violently, clashing against Magnus’s Dark Element.
Magnus was nowhere present, yet two Legion Commanders’ Dark Elements collided over a single Ancient Undead.
[Grrrragh!]
As the opposed Dark Elements of the two Legion Commanders raged without yielding an inch, Achemous—who had remained unmoved even when stakes were torn from him—clutched at his Core and shrieked in agony.
If this continued much longer, it would detonate.
‘All at once!’
The Dark Element flooding Simon’s entire body was drawn inward with a sharp pull.
‘Drive it out!’
A teal-blue radiance exploded outward, and in an instant it consumed Achemous’s Core entirely. Elasticity crackled across the surface, and Magnus’s repelled Dark Element surged like flame before scattering into the air and vanishing.
“Hah.”
Simon’s legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground. Erzsebet and Prince caught him on either side.
[…….]
Achemous opened his eyes.
He slowly clenched and unclenched his fists, then unfurled his wings.
Whoooosh!
Crack!
Where rotted wings had once shown bare bone beneath sparse, withered feathers, teal-blue plumage forged of Dark Element now filled the gaps, creating a lustrous pair whole and gleaming.
Simon thought those wings were breathtakingly beautiful.
[I, Achemous!]
He knelt formally before Simon, placed a fist to the ground, and enfolded himself in his wings. The posture was one of self-abasement, yet it carried unmistakable dignity.
[As one already departed from life, having been granted new existence, I now swear eternal loyalty to you, Master!]
Simon received that vow with a smile.
“Welcome to my Legion.”
The other Ancient Undead cheered and congratulated him.
Thus, Simon had safely obtained a new Ancient Undead for his Legion.

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After assigning Achemous to the Legion, Simon took a brief rest.
Truth be told, Simon had intended to return to Kizen and sleep in his comfortable dormitory bed, but his entire body had gone limp—he couldn’t move a muscle. In the end, he decided to spend the night here.
[Now then, it’s time for your reward!]
Erzsebet surveyed Simon with a sinister gleam in her eyes. Simon felt a chill creep up his spine once more.
As she wrapped her body in webbing, her form began to shift and change.
A black jacket, a red-toned necktie, and a fluttering skirt—the outfit of a Kizen girls’ school uniform.
Her hair transformed into thick, flowing locks of pink. It was her Kizen student form: “Elizabeth Wefer.”
[There now.]
She knelt on the bare ground and patted her thighs invitingly.
[Come here, won’t you?]
Simon scratched his cheek self-consciously, then spoke in a hesitant, barely audible voice.
“…You’re not going to do anything, right?”
Erzsebet let out a delighted squeal at how adorable he looked.
[Don’t you trust me?]
Absolutely not.
Simon kept that thought to himself while maintaining a wary gaze.
[Oh my! I do have my principles, you know? I’ll restrain myself until you turn twenty, so don’t you worry.]
To an Ancient Undead, three years was but dust. There were sensibilities that could only be savored at Simon’s current age, which was why she was willing to wait.
“…So what happens when I turn twenty?”
Erzsebet licked her lips like a predator eyeing its prey.
[Curious, are you?]
Simon quickly shook his head. For the sake of his own sanity, he decided not to ask further.
Still, maintaining relations with the Ancient Undead meant he had a duty as Legion Commander to bestow “rewards.”
Simon stiffly approached and laid his head on Erzsebet’s lap. Glancing up at her, he realized the angle was far too compromising, so he tilted his body to the side in a fetal position instead.
[You’ll sleep here tonight!]
[Hey! Me too! I want to play with Simon!]
Prince interjected. He lay down beside Simon, then began a new Handshake with him.
Simon let out a hollow laugh. This felt less like spending time with Ancient Undead and more like babysitting spoiled children.
[Those two never change.]
Achemous remarked.
Achemous and Pier, who were comparatively more composed, were engaged in discussion about the Legion.
[The Legion desperately needs aerial forces! Achemous!]
Achemous nodded at Pier’s words.
[Once my body recovers, I’ll construct a Nest. Old comrade.]
Simon turned his attention to Achemous.
“A Nest? What’s that?”
[A biological structure for mass-producing Skull Wings, young master. I can fashion it from parts of my own body.]
Simon’s eyes widened with excitement.
“So mass production is actually possible…!”
A petulant Erzsebet pinched his cheek.
[You’re starting to resemble Pier, Legion Commander. Don’t get distracted.]
[Hey! Simon! Pay attention to the game!]
It really did feel like babysitting.
Simon met Prince’s palm strike with his own in a dazed manner.
It looked like this would continue until dawn broke.
‘Oh, that’s right.’
As Simon mechanically slapped palms, a thought suddenly occurred to him.
‘That thirty thousand Gold I just received. I need to spend it soon.’
There was nothing quite as pleasurable as thinking about how to spend money.
Simon began formulating an ambitious plan to execute the moment he returned to Kizen.

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