Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 375

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 375
—Shatel, wake up. Shatel.
Shatel was born in a deep mountain valley.
Isolated. No contact with the outside world.
Just a small world, everything within sight—and Shatel believed all fathers were this small.
—Today we’re going down to the village.
But on his fifth birthday, when he descended to the village for the first time with his father, Shatel understood the truth.
He was the only one who was large.
People saw Shatel and fled in terror. Some pointed fingers and mocked him; others snickered behind their hands.
—Why do you keep fussing over that giant brat?
—Even after being driven from the village, he still hasn’t learned his lesson.
Each time, his father spoke to the villagers.
He said Shatel was kind, despite his size.
And to Shatel himself, his father said:
The body may differ in size, but all hearts are equal.
These people were truly good souls, he insisted.
The wrinkled father smiled as he spoke those words.
It was his last smile.
Whoosh—crack!
That night, as Shatel returned from hunting in the mountains,
the cottage was ablaze.
Soldiers, responding to reports from villagers of a wild giant in the area, had set fire to the house and fields.
Crack! Whoosh-crack!
Rather than confront the giant, they burned the entire region to ash. The soldiers joked as they descended—something about how the giant brat burned well because of all that fat—and they vanished into the forest.
—…….
Staring at the burning house, Shatel dropped his catch and let out a wail.
Father was wrong.
These people—their bodies may be small,
but their hearts are smaller still.
Finding his father’s charred corpse in the ruins, Shatel abandoned everything and trudged toward the village.
In his grip was the hunting knife he used to sever monsters’ necks.
—Hello?
As he descended the mountain path, a figure blocked his way.
A human—small even by ordinary standards,
but radiating an unapproachable presence. A girl with silver hair,
—I arrived too late, it seems.
The girl, her eyes heavy with sorrow, uttered this murmur and gestured toward the blade Shatel gripped.
—You’re going to kill them all?
—…….
Without a word, Shatel hurled himself at the girl.
And then—
When he opened his eyes, the pale blue sky of dawn stretched overhead.
A single blow had stolen his consciousness.
The girl crouched nearby, playing in the dirt with the knife Shatel had brought.
Shatel gritted his teeth and forced his bruised, lacerated body upright.
—Your father truly—
The girl spoke then, her voice remarkably restrained for her appearance,
—wanted vengeance paid in blood?
At that question, Shatel bit his lip until it bled.
He knew.
This was not what his father would have wanted.
Seeing Shatel’s hesitation, the girl finally broke into a wide smile.
—Forget revenge. Let’s do something more fun instead!

* * *
Shatel learned Dark Magic from Neftis and learned how to grow stronger.
Yet the eyes of discrimination persisted.
Wherever he went, people pointed. The weight of those glances made him stammer, made him withdraw from the world.
Locked in a cave, speaking only with Neftis for years.
He was seething with resentment.
My father was looked down upon by the villagers, and that contempt killed him.
Pointed at. Ignored.
And yet he kept wavering.
I swore I would never live as he did.
Since I was born a monster, I would live as one—thoroughly, absolutely. I would crush them beneath such overwhelming terror that none would dare challenge me again.
That was the only way I could survive.
After that vow, Shatel’s life transformed.
He never shied from confrontation, and he never lost to anyone.
When he came to the Necromancer School, where ability reigned supreme, everyone looked up to him. Now, no one had the nerve to stand against him.
Or so it should have been—
Whoooooosh! Whoooosh!
The crowd’s roaring excitement thundered through the arena.
[Simon Polentia : 98%]
[Shatel Maer : 3%]
Dozens of skeletons wielding emerald-bright blades with perfect fluidity.
And beyond them, the blue-haired boy commanding the undead.
But Shatel had not a shred of Dark Element left to wring from his body. All that remained was this durable flesh.
Fury consumed him.
In this match, zero Barrier Gauge meant defeat. So he’d been careful, forced to wrap himself inefficiently in Dark Element, and now it was exhausted.
If he were bare-handed, such sword strikes would be nothing.
Whoooosh!
A teal-blue blade swept past his back. The barrier flashed red, then returned to normal.
[Simon Polentia : 98%]
[Shatel Maer : 1%]
Was defeat inevitable, bound by human rules?
‘No, I haven’t—’
Swift.
‘Lost yet!’
Having read the guard’s movement, Shatel dropped his stance sharply and clenched his fist.
Simon and the guard were connected.
If he destroyed one, he could rush in while Simon felt the impact.
Whoosh!
A sword swung directly at him.
But Shatel’s fist arrived faster than the guard’s descending blade.
Crack!
A solid hit.
Bone fragments exploded, and the skeleton flew apart.
Shatel spun to rush directly at Simon, but—
“!”
Simon stood unscathed.
“I saw you going for the guard.”
Simon had given the guard’s weakness considerable thought as well.
Just before Shatel attacked, he’d deactivated the Cloud around the guard. What Shatel destroyed was merely a common skeleton’s bone.
“You’re truly remarkable, Shatel.”
Simon raised his hand. The emerald radiance enveloping all the skeletons withdrew, flowing into the magical circle spread across Simon’s flank.
“Out of respect, I’ll give it my all to the very end.”
Lowering his stance, he began to draw something from the magical circle at his side.
Shhhhhhwip!
Like drawing a sword, teal-blue darkness gathered and coiled together.
Soon it took complete form—a sharp object that was unmistakably shaped like a blade.

Thoom!
Simon raised the blade. A greatsword shimmering with teal-blue mirage.
Until now, he’d only used his final technique in the form of the Blood Arrow—bow and arrow—but this was clearly the weapon he was most confident with.
Simon gripped the sparking greatsword in both hands and lifted it above his head.
“I don’t think this match outcome means I have the advantage over you.”
Shatel was already at an elemental disadvantage, and now he faced Simon one after another, following Herseba.
“I don’t know exactly what’s been driving you so hard.”
Shatel bellowed and charged like a wounded bear, the last traces of Dark Element flickering faintly in both his clenched fists.
“But at least, there’s no one in this school who doesn’t respect you.”
“!”
Shatel’s pupils trembled.
‘The whole space—’
Simon’s greatsword, raised above his head,
‘bearing down with a clean, cutting sensation.’
descended in a perfect line.
Crash!
A teal-blue slash passed through Shatel’s charging body.
The moment the blade met Shatel, the slash erupted in a secondary explosion, hammering his Barrier Gauge with savage force.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
Through the thick black smoke,
both youths froze in place simultaneously.
[Simon Polentia : 98%]
[Shatel Maer : 0%]
The referee, drenched in sweat as he watched, raised his right arm sharply and called out.
“Match over! The winner is Simon Polentia of Class A!”
Roaaaar!!
A thunderous wave of cheers erupted from the crowd.
Simon finally dropped to one knee, breathing heavily, and as if they’d been waiting for this moment, Dick, Kamibarez, and Benya rushed down from the stands to share his joy.
“…….”
Shatel, who had collapsed into a seat and watched in silence, staggered to his feet.
He’d lost so utterly, so helplessly. Now the crowd would point fingers at him again.
“Shatel!!”
“You fought well!”
And yet.
Words of encouragement poured from the stands. His classmates from Class I were already rushing toward him.
“Shatel. Can you stand?”
Despite the vast difference in their builds, his friends strained to help him up, groaning with effort.
“…….”
-At least there’s no one in this school who doesn’t acknowledge you.
It wasn’t much consolation,
but with his arms draped over just a couple of shoulders like this,
the walk didn’t feel quite so heavy.

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“Hurry, hurry!”
Dick led the way, sprinting from the arena. Simon and Kamibarez chased after him, gasping for breath.
“This match took longer than I thought! They should be fighting hard right about now!”
Dick glanced at his wristwatch. Kamibarez, running alongside Simon, eyed him with concern.
“Simon, are you really all right? The medical staff said you should be examined.”
“I’m fine.”
Simon smiled as he spoke.
“This match was mostly Herseba’s work, not mine.”
Herseba had collapsed almost immediately after the match ended.
Both Simon and Herseba were using their level-two and level-three Authority powers for the first time at such intensity, and Herseba especially didn’t know the limits of her newly acquired ability to raise Mummies, a skill she’d gained after becoming a Lich.
When the Barrier shattered and she bore its backlash, things had become dangerously precarious—the Life Vessel itself had nearly been damaged.
Fortunately, when Simon opened a subspace and checked Herseba’s core body, the Life Vessel was still pulsing, barely clinging to just a thin amount of Dark Element.
-Krkrkr! There is no power without a price, boy.
That was Pier’s assessment upon examining Herseba’s state.
Simon nodded in agreement.
‘It really was excessive.’
Building a city, creating Mummies.
Especially the Mummy-form dragon she’d summoned just before collapsing—that was likely the main culprit.
Simon resolved that from now on, they’d need to train more efficient use of Herseba’s Anomaly and learn how to better distribute her power.
“Oh, there it is!”
Kamibarez cried out. The First Indoor Arena, where Merin’s match was taking place, came into view.
Dick shouted.
“Merin and Serne facing off! Leaving aside the fact that they’re on the same team, we can’t miss a huge match like this!”
The three of them rushed up the stairs toward the spectator seats as soon as they entered the arena.
“Ugh.”
The moment Simon climbed the stairs, a wave of oppressive heat rolled over him, and a acrid smell filled the air. Several spectators who couldn’t bear it any longer were fleeing the arena.
‘Is there a fire somewhere?’
Looking around, he saw thick black smoke filling the arena. Especially those flickering black flames—they burned like a demon king opening its maw.
There was a barrier covering the entire spectator section, yet the heat was this intense.
Simon rushed over and gripped the railing, peering down into the arena.
Whoooosh!
The arena had become a hellscape of flame. And within that inferno sat a girl with sky-blue hair, gasping for breath.
“Merin…!”
She was staggering despite still maintaining the Oxygen Tank Spell Circle she’d used in the Sea-themed BMAT, her entire body covered in ash.
The smoke made her cough relentlessly as tears and mucus streamed down her face, which she wiped away with her sleeve.
And at some distance away, smiling with ease, stood a girl with ivory-colored hair—Serne Aindark.
It was almost impossible to believe they occupied the same space. Serne looked not merely unscathed but immaculate.
Her arms folded across her chest like a queen, chin held high, a leisurely smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Above her head floated twenty Dark Flare spell circles, hovering in readiness.
[Serne Aindark: 100%]
[Merin Billenne: 9%]
“Just give up now, Merin.”
She said it in a taunting tone, extending her index finger as if wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye.
“Seri’s heart is too broken to keep fighting.”
…
Covered in soot, Merin staggered to her feet.
“…Shut.”
“Hmm? What?”
“I said shut your mouth!”
With bloodshot eyes wide open, Merin stretched out both arms. Two Dark Flame Arts burst forth from her open palms.
“Yaaaawn~”
Serne yawned as if bored, flicking her index finger lightly. From the twenty spell circles hovering in the air, two Dark Flares shot out.
The Dark Flame Arts collided head-on in midair, creating a massive explosion. Scorching heat poured forth as spectators screamed.
“Boom~ Boom~”
Serne raised her index finger and flicked it back and forth. Additional Dark Flares launched from the floating circles. Merin desperately threw herself aside to evade.
‘The number of spells she can cast is on a completely different level.’
Simon clenched his jaw, his face hardening. Feathers drifted down from the sky as spell circles were fired and instantly refilled the vacancies.
“…Man, isn’t that basically cheating?”
Dick let out an incredulous, hollow laugh.
“Merin…!”
Kamibarez trembled with her hand over her mouth, staring at the direction of the explosion.
Simon’s grip on the railing tightened.
“Why is she sealing away her specialty—Black Ice Magic—and only fighting with flames?”
“It can’t be helped.”
Dick picked up the thread.
“Look at the heat inside the arena. Ice would melt in an instant.”
In his match with Shatel just before, Simon had held an overwhelming elemental advantage.
But this match was absolutely unfavorable for Merin. It was a battle between ice and fire.
“But…”
Kamibarez continued, her voice trembling.
“Merin doesn’t seem like she’s thinking of giving up.”
Through the smoke, Merin appeared, still gasping for breath. Simon nodded in agreement.
Merin had come to Kizen for one reason alone: to surpass Serne Aindark.
The Ivory Tower had originally planned to send Serne this year and Merin next year, but her enrollment this year was purely Merin’s own decision.
And the reason she’d sealed away her Black Ice Magic for the entire first semester, using only Dark Flame Arts, was the single fact that she’d be at an elemental disadvantage against Serne.
But after spending time with Simon and her Team 7 members, she’d gradually found more peace of mind and become more spirited in personality.
She’d begun unsealing her Black Ice Magic, and her potential was beginning to burst forth—
‘This is dangerous.’
Right now, here, she was confronting the wall that was Serne anew.
The final battle with Serne at the end of the first year. To Merin personally, this mattered more than any exam.
How much had she closed the gap with Serne since coming to Kizen?
If she lost here, unable to lay even a finger on Serne, and her spirit broke, Merin might seal away her Black Ice Magic once more and revert to her old self from early in the first semester.
—Ah, I get it now! You’re mocking me, aren’t you? Fine, it’s all my fault!
The closed-off heart of early semester. Back to the old Merin who only knew impatience.
Back to when even the mention of Serne’s name made everything go dark.
‘If I lose here like this, it’ll break Merin’s spirit. Somehow.’
Simon’s jaw tightened as he wrestled with the problem.
‘There has to be some way out of this.’

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