Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 4

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School – Chapter 4
Simon and Lorain had returned to Cambellroad.
As it turned out, Cambellroad was a district that dealt in merchandise for necromancers.
The deeper they ventured, the more grotesque the wares became—skulls and monster corpses were displayed, and even living organs, preserved in liquid-filled vials, were sold as merchandise.
Simon felt as though he had stepped into a world entirely foreign to anything he had known before.
“Do you know when the most thrilling moment of school life is?”
Lorain asked as they walked side by side.
“Ah, um… I’m not sure?”
“It’s before you even enroll—when you’re excited and shopping for your uniform, textbooks, and supplies! Right now is the most fun you’ll have, so enjoy it, Simon.”
She lifted the corner of her mouth into a slight smile.
“Once you’re in Kizen, things will really get hectic.”
“…Ha.”
Their first destination was a bookshop.
While Kizen waived both enrollment fees and tuition, textbooks naturally had to be purchased out of pocket.
“There are quite a few books we need to get. Do you still have your admission letter?”
“Yes! Right here.”
Inside the envelope, along with the admission letter itself, was a list of required materials.
Lorain skimmed over the book section, then returned the letter and spoke.
“I remember them all. This way.”
Simon was following her when something heavy suddenly came down on him.
He quickly stretched out both arms to catch it—a book so thick it was almost horrifying. The cover read “Introduction to Summoning Magic – by Ellick Moore Trimble.”
‘Summoning Magic?’
Before Simon could even process this, another book landed on top of it. This one was “Spirit Magic.”
‘This… this is heavy too!’
Lorain continued pulling books from the shelves.
More followed—”Curse Magic,” “Blood Magic,” “Holy Defense Magic,” “Mana Combat”—each one piling higher as Simon’s arms began to tremble.
“Lorain! You’re not saying we learn all of this in first year, are you?”
“Of course not.”
She turned around with a bright laugh.
“This is Kizen, after all. Mastering all of this in the first semester of first year is the bare minimum.”
“…”
“Here, take ‘Deadly Toxin Magic’ too!”
He was already missing Leshil.
She dashed off to find a Void Magic textbook, selecting books in a flurry of motion.
Left alone for a moment, Simon glanced around.
‘Come to think of it…’
Most of the people in this bookshop were around his age.
Judging by the copies of “Summoning Magic” and “Introduction to Spirit Magic” they carried, they had to be incoming students at Kizen.
It was the first time he’d ever seen so many peers in one place. Back in Leshil, the only people his age he’d known were Kalon, who was a year older, and Sophia, who was two years younger.
School life surrounded by students his own age—the idea was beginning to excite him.
“Yes! I’ll go right now!”
“?”
While Simon was momentarily distracted, an unfamiliar girl rushed past him. He narrowed his eyes, tracking her movement.
In a split second, her body suddenly angled toward him.
‘What—?’
Since there was no reason to let himself collide with her, Simon deftly sidestepped.
“…Oh!”
She crashed into the bookshelf instead, and the books stacked on top of it swayed precariously.
This was dangerous.
Simon reacted on instinct, rushing forward to catch her.
Crash!
Books tumbled down, burying Simon as he shielded her.
It hurt. The impact felt like boulders slamming against his back.
The girl looked down at him in alarm, then quickly bowed her head.
“I’m so sorry, so sorry, so sorry! Because of me…!”
“Not at all. I’m the one who should apologize—I was standing there spacing out, blocking the way.”
Simon managed a smile as he spoke.
“Let’s put these back. It looks like we might get in trouble.”
“Yes, okay!”
The two of them hurried to gather the scattered books. As she handed them up from the floor, Simon rose onto his toes and carefully restacked them on the shelf.
A shop attendant, hearing the commotion, came to investigate but saw the two of them setting the books back in place and quietly withdrew without further comment.
‘This is the last one.’
As Simon set the final book back where it belonged, the young woman tidied up his scattered textbooks.
“Are you… are you also a Kizen freshman?”
She must have noticed the textbook. Simon nodded, and her face lit up.
“I am too! I’m Sindy Vivache! What’s your name?”
“Simon Polentia.”
“I see! Pleased to meet you. I’m from Shahhead in the north, actually, and I don’t know anyone here, so I’ve been a little nervous about it all.”
Simon nodded in understanding.
“We’re in the same boat, then.”
“H-hey, if you don’t mind…”
Sindy’s face flushed crimson. She tapped the tips of her index fingers together, then spoke in a voice so faint it was barely audible.
“Would it be alright if we… pretended to know each other… at school later?”
As if she were asking for something monumental.
Simon let out a small laugh.
“Of course. In fact, I’ll ask you the same thing.”
“Thank you!”
She sprang to her feet.
“Well, I should go now. Father’s waiting for me outside.”
“Understood.”
“See you at Kizen!”
She waved as she moved away.
“Wait, Sindy.”
“Hmm?”
She turned back. Simon was holding something up.
“Aren’t you going to return my wallet?”
What Simon held in his hand was Sindy’s wallet.
In an instant, her eyes—which moments before had seemed endlessly innocent—turned sharp and piercing. Her pupils split vertically, just like a cat’s.
‘No way.’
Sindy quickly patted her pockets. They were empty.
“…Damn.”
She’d been caught red-handed.
She turned back to Simon with a smirk.
“I was so sure you wouldn’t notice—I used Spirit Sorcery to swipe it without a trace. How’d you figure it out?”
“Well, my wallet just happened to start floating around on its own.”
Sindy strode back and locked eyes with Simon directly.
“You’re telling me you just happened to notice that? Don’t lie. You’re also applying for Spirit Magic as your major, aren’t you?”
“Actually, I haven’t decided yet…”
“I knew it!”
Sindy’s eyes sparkled with delight.
“Kizen really is on another level! Wow, what am I going to do? There must be tons of people like you there. Man, I can’t wait for school!”
‘…This pickpocket is way too confident about herself.’
She grinned and tossed his wallet back to him from her pocket.
“If we’re both majoring in Spirit Magic, we might see each other for the next three years. Right? Let’s compete fiercely. Simon!”
She was the type who rarely listened to what others had to say.
As Simon tried to return her wallet to her with a small sigh, Sindy waved him off.
“Keep it. Since I lost this match, think of it as a prize. Go ahead and take it.”
She was oddly cool about strange things.
Simon was beginning to think that the rumor about Necromancers all being a little unhinged might actually have some truth to it.
“I’m looking forward to it. Let’s pretend we know each other at school!”
Sindy walked away waving—and passed straight through the bookshop wall, vanishing.
‘…’
It felt like a whirlwind had just blown through.
Simon stared blankly at the wall where she’d disappeared, then opened her wallet.
Inside were only a few coins.
‘Putting on airs.’
Simon chuckled.
“Simon!”
Just then, Lorain returned, her black hair streaming behind her.
“Apparently the Introduction to Void Magic sold out! They said new stock arrives in two hours, so I arranged to have it delivered to the dorm along with the other books.”
“Oh, how perfect!”
Lorain teased him playfully, poking Simon’s arm.
“But who was that girl just now? Did you two get close that fast?”
Simon broke into a cold sweat and averted his gaze.
“W-well, I suppose you could say that.”
“Heh heh, why are you stammering? Don’t tell me you two have already exchanged hearts?”
They’d nearly exchanged wallets, at any rate.
“Anyway, since we’re having the books delivered, let’s get going. We’ve got other places to visit.”
“Where are we headed next?”
“A magical goods shop.”
Do I really need a new bag?
Simon glanced back at the backpack he was wearing.
“The one I have now seems perfectly serviceable.”
“Huh?”
She blinked in confusion, then burst out laughing. “Aha-ha!”
“Ah, you’re too adorable. You really are a country boy through and through, aren’t you?”
“Ahem.”
Embarrassment crept up Simon’s neck, and his face flushed crimson.
“When Necromancers talk about a ‘bag,’ they usually mean a Magical Inventory. In simpler terms—a pocket dimension?”
Simon’s eyes widened abruptly.
“You mean we’re actually going to buy a pocket dimension?”

* * *
A large building situated several blocks away from the bookstore.
Simon and Lorain were led downstairs. Only after passing through several layers of security Dark Magic were the two allowed to enter a softly lit basement showroom.
“… Wow.”
The entire space was lined with backpacks, pouches, briefcases, and more.
Long coats, pocket watches, even magical carriages and living lizards.
Objects of indeterminate purpose hung from the walls or hovered in mid-air suspended by magical force.
“Welcome, Miss Lorain!”
An elderly woman in an extravagant mink coat descended the stairs.
Her frame was skeletal, her expression sharp and exacting, and she was draped entirely in expensive gold ornaments.
Lorain waved happily.
“It’s good to see you, Stephanie.”
Stephanie wrung her hands with a smile.
“Our most valued customer visits without warning—what brings you by? You purchased a bag just last month…”
Lorain rested a hand lightly on Simon’s shoulder.
“Today I’m here to get a bag for my friend.”
“Ah!”
Stephanie suddenly appeared directly in front of Simon. As her sharp, beaked nose thrust toward him abruptly, Simon had to lean his head back slightly.
“A new student from Kizen! Delighted to meet you! Necromancers are always our finest customers.”
“P-pleased to meet you.”
“Now then, what sort of product might I show you?”
Lorain answered in his stead.
“The best one. The most expensive.”
“Unbelievable!”
Stephanie shrieked with excitement.
“This way, our most esteemed patrons!”
Stephanie led them into another chamber. Here, the merchandise wasn’t hung on walls but rather kept within display cases enclosed in glass.
Stephanie tapped one of the cases with her finger, and the glass evaporated cleanly away.
“Try this on, if you would.”
She produced a pair of Navy Blue Gloves, elegant with an ornate patterned design.
As Simon carefully slipped them onto his right hand, he felt the sensation of a luxurious cushioning so refined it made his mind settle into comfort.
“These are the work of Ellen Baiter, the greatest Pocket Dimension artisan of our age. If you place your finger on any wall and draw a rectangle, would you care to try?”
Simon nodded and drew a rectangle on the wall as instructed.
Swoosh!
An aperture opened in the wall.
As Simon peered in astonishment, an immense space unfolded before him—vast enough to fit an entire house within its depths.
‘So this is a pocket dimension!’
As Simon marveled inwardly, Stephanie’s explanation continued.
“True to Ellen Baiter’s masterpiece, the storage capacity is a staggering 8,000 Units of Bulk! And the convenience of being able to summon the pocket dimension whenever you’re wearing the gloves! It’s nothing short of a revolution in Magical Inventory design!”
“……Hmm.”
Lorain’s response, by contrast, was lukewarm.
“It looks convenient enough, but the fact that you need a wall to open the pocket dimension is a genuine limitation. In actual combat, you often find yourself fighting in open plains with nothing around. And Simon’s a Necromancer novice—he doesn’t need that kind of capacity yet.”
“That’s a fair point.”
“Is there something simpler to use with less capacity?”
Stephanie answered with a smirk and turned away, walking toward the display case at the far end. There, she removed the glass panel.
“This is a product that hasn’t even been released to the public yet. The latest creation from Gellen Eclipse, the rising star among master craftspeople!”
What she carefully lifted was a ring. It had a silver base, but depending on the angle of the light, it would shift to purple or green.
“Do try it on, customer.”
“Oh, yes!”
Simon carefully slipped on the ring. The soft, prismatic luminescence was beautiful.
“The operation is simple! Just channel your Void Force into the ring, please.”
Simon did as instructed, feeding his Void Force into the ring. The ring absorbed it like a sponge, shifting from silver to a dark blue luminescence.
“How does it feel?”
“……I can feel something like a handle forming beneath the ring.”
“It’s working perfectly! Think of that as a lever and pull it gently backward.”
Simon grasped the invisible handle and slowly drew it back.
Then.
Click-click-click!
With a sound like stones interlocking, a vertical seam opened in the floor. White vapor-like wisps flowed from the gap in the space.
“……Wow!”
Simon’s heart began to race. Even Lorain let out a small gasp of admiration this time.
“The storage capacity is 4,000 Units of Bulk—half the previous model—but it’s far superior in practical terms! The pocket dimension opens from the floor and works regardless of slopes or uneven surfaces. The space is enchanted with seven spells, including Grade 1 Preservation Magic and Temperature Regulation Magic.”
“What about the ejection function?”
Lorain asked.
“Of course it has one! Let me demonstrate.”
Looking around for something suitable, Stephanie spotted a limp rabbit doll lying in the corner.
“Hmm? Why is there a doll here?”
“My tomboyish granddaughter comes to the shop to play often.”
Stephanie let out a wry laugh and tossed the doll into the pocket dimension.
“Since you’re a new student, you’ll need a lot of practice to use the ejection function in real combat. Now, try to manipulate the pocket dimension’s mana to wrap around the object…….”
Simon moved his mana just as she’d instructed, enveloping the rabbit doll.
It wasn’t difficult. Perhaps because the ring was in contact with his body, the pocket dimension’s mana moved freely as if it were his own.
“……The internal ejection magic activates automatically just from wrapping the object. Now, if you release the mana wrapped around the object by flicking it, like this!”
Whoosh!
The rabbit doll shot up from the pocket dimension. It rose in a gentle arc and landed on the floor standing perfectly upright.
Both Stephanie and Lorain gasped in delight.
“Excellent, customer!”
“You did great! And this is your first time?”
His heart thundering, their voices felt distant. He was beginning to understand why a pocket dimension was an essential tool for Necromancers.
Simon pictured himself in the near future, opening this pocket dimension and summoning undead from within.
“Simon, do you like it?”
Lorain approached with a smile. Simon snapped back to attention and nodded eagerly.
Of course he liked it. He’d never wanted something this badly before.
But.
Simon’s gaze drifted quietly toward Stephanie.
“……How much is this pocket dimension?”

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