Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 396

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 396
Crack!
Shatter!
The moment Simon severed Silaji through the void with the Void Sword, Herseba’s World began to crumble.
‘Ugh!’
At the same instant, Simon felt a tremendous drain and backlash, dropping to one knee. The Void Sword in his grip dissolved and vanished.
His vision twisted; his mind went white.
‘This is dangerous.’
He couldn’t afford to lose consciousness here.
He’d cut Silaji down for certain, but he hadn’t eliminated the Blood Heavenly Cult entirely. He still had to face the remnants outside, and worse — the Blood Stone Technique’s effects might still linger.
‘Hold on to your mind, no matter what.’
Shatter!
Crack!
Clash—!
The world shattered into fragments.
Erzsebet and Achemous, who had been rushing toward Simon and calling out to him, disappeared. Prince, locked in combat with the Blood Heavenly Cult, vanished as well.
The Mummies, the Golden City and Deathland, the Spider Cave and Jungle.
Zombies, Corpse Spiders, Skull Wings — all gone.
Every being Herseba had ‘summoned’ into this place returned to their original locations.
The surroundings shifted, and they found themselves back where they’d been before using the Third Authority.
The Dungeon Master’s Chamber. Towering black cliffs and trees covered in ore came into view.
‘The Blood Stone Technique?’
But the Blood Stone Technique that Silaji had cast was already shattered to pieces. Sharp marks showed where something had sliced through it.
“We… we made it out!”
“We escaped that horrible world!”
The zealots of the Blood Heavenly Cult were simply cheering at the fact that they’d escaped the Desert World.
What remained were Simon, Herseba lying limp on the ground, and Pier, whose strength was nearly depleted.
The remaining zealots’ eyes fixed on Simon.
“So you’re finally spent, it seems.”
They advanced with weapons raised, their footsteps heavy and deliberate.
Simon tried to rise, but his body wouldn’t obey. All he could manage was to keep his eyes open and his mind conscious.
“A little brat who brought down the Archbishop himself.”
One zealot licked his tongue eagerly.
“If I offer your head, I could become a bishop at minimum—!”
His words never finished.
Red sword arcs slashed through the air, and blood erupted simultaneously from more than a dozen zealots’ bodies.
Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
Pure white feathers descended from above, striking the zealots’ napes. All of them either foamed at the mouth or collapsed outright.
“What—what is this!”
“An ambush!”
The zealots fell into chaos. Simon lifted his head.
‘Ah.’
Like a savior descending from the heavens.
Like a pair of angel and demon.
Two girls descended.
One had black hair; the other, platinum blonde. Gravity lifted their tresses upward, then slowly they cascaded down across their shoulders and backs.
“Simon! Are you alright?!”
The black-haired girl asked urgently.
“Hehe. I had a feeling you’d still be alive~”
The platinum-haired girl stretched her fox-like eyes and winked.
“Lorain! Serne! How did you—!”
Whoosh!
Simon’s words caught short. Lorain had rushed over and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. A subtle fragrance brushed against his senses.
“…You worked hard.”
Her lower lashes trembled slightly. He’d always seen her composed and commanding, but this vulnerable side of her was new.
“How unfair, hogging him all to yourself like that?”
Serne’s voice came with a pout. In that instant, a zealot who had crept up from behind was struck by an incoming feather and collapsed.
“…It was Professor Silaji’s doing? Or Walter’s?”
Lorain asked.
She’d apparently deduced it from seeing the Blood Stone Technique and other Dark Magic. Simon gave a small nod.
“Yes. I’m all right now.”
Lorain lowered him gently to the ground.
“Leave the rest to us. Get some rest.”
At those words.
Simon finally released the thread of reason he’d been clinging to with desperate force. His eyes drifted closed.
……
Ruby-red eyes regarded the unconscious Simon quietly. She opened a subspace and withdrew a pillow.
A frilly pink pillow brimming with her personal taste — the kind she always carried, since she slept poorly in unfamiliar places.
She placed the cherished pillow beneath Simon’s head, then rose to her feet.
Whoosh!
Blazing fury flashed in her crimson gaze. The zealots flinched.
[Pay the price.]
Two horns sprouted from her forehead. The air behind her split open like a mouth, and from within, a scarlet flash of death streaked toward the zealots.
Overwhelming firepower.
Each time a red pillar of destruction cut across the landscape, the earth fractured and violent winds whipped through. The remnants of the Blood Heavenly Cult were hurled back without mounting any resistance.
“Serne! Don’t let a single one escape!”
Lorain shouted, unleashing her abilities in rapid succession.
“You’ve been grating on my nerves since earlier, haven’t you?”
Serne crossed her arms and sent feathers spiraling outward.
“Don’t give me orders. I’m working for Simon, not for you.”
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Hundreds of feathers soared into the sky. Dozens of them wove a barrier; dozens more kindled Dark Flares across the heavens. And dozens more fell to the ground, transforming into Feather Soldiers that sealed off the zealots’ escape routes.
Devastating firepower combined with dazzling versatility.
No matter how you looked at it, these two moved as one.
Even though the Blood Heavenly Cult’s rank-and-file believers were often inferior, some among them surpassed even the caliber of Kizen’s first-year students — seasoned necromancers of genuine strength. Yet even they crumbled before the girls’ onslaught, unable to mount any defense.
“W-we can’t get anywhere near them!”
“These are supposed to be students?!”
The remnants of the Blood Heavenly Cult were swiftly overwhelmed.
[Kehehehe! So these are the next generation rulers.]
Pier, perched on a boulder, murmured to himself.
“You there.”
Lorain turned to look back. Even as she continued raining projectiles in all directions, her composure remained unshaken.
“Are you Simon’s Ancient Undead?”
Pier merely smirked without answering, but that reaction alone was sufficient.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
“So Simon is the Betrayal Legion Commander…….”
“Oh my~ did you just figure it out?”
Serne, toying with the Blood Heavenly Cult’s remnants using her feathers, puffed out her chest proudly.
“……I suspected as much. Mother simply never told me.”
“That’s unfortunate~ but Simon told me directly.”
Lorain fixed Serne with a withering glare, then exhaled sharply.
“This isn’t the time for that.”
Whether Simon had succeeded in felling Silaji or not, the Blood Circle that had sealed the dungeon’s entrance was gradually crumbling.
Soon the adults would enter the dungeon. They had to clean this up before then.
“Serne. You can erase their memories, can’t you?”
“It’s not difficult~ I’ve done it countless times before.”
Serne’s eyes crinkled with a knowing smile.
“But haven’t you always questioned me on exactly what right I have to erase human memories?”
……
Caught off guard, Lorain bit her lip slightly, and Serne shrugged.
“You forbid me from doing such things, then turn around and ask me to do it anyway? And you’re Neftis’s heir?”
“……So what would you prefer? Do you want Simon captured and executed as the Betrayal Legion Commander? That’s not the outcome you’re hoping for either, is it?”
At the word execution, this time Serne fell silent. Then, arranging her lips into a sly smile, she spoke.
“Oh my~ are you blackmailing me with Simon’s life? I think Simon would be sad if he found out later~”
“Stop poking at people’s nerves and think rationally. If we have the power to save Simon and simply stand by and do nothing, that would be far the greater sin.”
“Kizen is always like this. You always think you’re in control, don’t you?”
“I am……!”
[Kehehehe!]
At the sudden sound of laughter, both girls fell silent. Pier, sitting atop the boulder, was grinning.
[Next generation rulers. Your physical prowess is formidable, but your spiritual growth still needs work. This is not the time for an emotional war of nerves.]
Pier pointed at the crumbling sky with a finger of bare bone.
[Either that or Kizen and the Ivory Tower—I could cut ties with both forever and flee with the boy, but.]
There was simply too much emotion piled between them, and it had exploded in front of Simon—but Pier knew well enough that now was the time for Lorain and Serne to stand united.
“We should hurry.”

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“…….”
Simon opened his eyes, having lost all sense of how much time had passed, drifting endlessly through the depths of unconsciousness.
A white ceiling, sunlight filtering through the window, the chirping of birds.
He thought it was a peaceful place.
Blinking a few times, he managed to turn his head and look around.
‘The Kizen Medical Ward.’
He was dressed in a patient’s gown, and tubes ran from various points on his body. As his sense of smell returned, he caught the scent of medication.
Through the window, he could see the familiar sight of the Kizen Campus.
Gradually his mind began to clear, and memories he’d forgotten came back to him one by one.
Simon reached for his last memory.
—Leave the rest to us, and get some good rest.
The last voice he’d heard—Lorain’s.
Thank goodness.
When he’d first opened his eyes, he’d half-expected to find himself in the dungeons beneath Kizen Headquarters, so the fact that he was lying in this hospital room, back on campus and intact, meant those two had handled the aftermath well.
“Ugh!”
The moment Simon tried to piece together more memories, his head felt like it might split. As he grimaced and let out a sound, the door burst open with loud footsteps from outside.
“Simon! You’re awake!”
The Medical Ward attendant’s eyes went wide. She waved her hand frantically at someone down the corridor, and hurried footsteps echoed from multiple people.
“Simon!”
The ward physician entered behind her.
He muttered something rapidly under his breath, checking Simon’s forehead and verifying the numbers on a magical circle, then let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank goodness you’ve come to safely.”
“W-what happened? What about the others?”
“No one was injured. It’s all thanks to your efforts.”
The ward physician, having said that, sighed deeply and turned away.
“And how much longer are you planning to stay in there?”
A white sheet rustled and floated upward, then popped as it rose. It ruffled about, gathering the blankets, and a small, adorable girl with silver hair suddenly bounced out with a chirp.
“Hiya! Long time no see~”
“Neftis!”
Simon’s face broke into a bright smile.
Patter-patter-patter!
Just then, quick footsteps sounded from the corridor, and the ward door opened again.
Two of Kizen’s elite Necromancers—ravens—dropped to one knee before Neftis.
“Neftis! We report on the current situation.”
The physician protested that they shouldn’t be entering a patient’s rest room, but Neftis listened to their report with a smile and gave several orders.
The ravens bowed their heads respectfully and left the ward.
“W-what’s going on?”
Simon, sensing something amiss, asked the question.
“Well!”
Neftis grinned.
“We’re at war with the Blood Heavenly Cult right now!”

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