Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 405

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 405
Richard raised his hand with a beaming smile.
“It’s been ages, nephew!”
Nephew.
The moment Simon heard that word, his mind sharpened instantly.
His father had no business stepping openly into Rocksum. He wasn’t sure whether Neftis had pulled strings for him, but either way, his identity had to stay hidden.
In that case, rather than drawing everyone’s attention as a Top Student’s father, it would be far more convenient to pass himself off as a distant relative with some social distance.
Simon broke into a broad grin and responded.
“Uncle!”
The two embraced lightly.
Just then, Merin stepped forward, her face flushed.
“S-Simon! Who is this person…?”
“Oh, let me introduce you.”
Simon spread his arm.
“My maternal uncle. His name is….”
“Henry. Pleased to meet you.”
Richard introduced himself by a name that was obviously improvised on the spot, then bent at the waist and kissed the back of Merin’s hand. Her cheeks flushed crimson.
“Hmm.”
That was when Richard noticed the handkerchief wrapped around Merin’s hand.
His hand drifted slowly toward it.
“A thorn prick from a rose — let me see if it’s healing properly….”
Swoosh!
“Uncle!”
Simon wedged himself between them and pushed Richard’s shoulder with a laughing face.
“This is Merin Vilenne, also from my unit.”
“Ah, I see. Quite the coincidence.”
Richard whispered into Simon’s ear, his smile roguish.
“Impressive, Simon. Making sure your girl is well looked after.”
“Please, Uncle. Merin doesn’t belong to anyone.”
Simon said this while putting a hint of force on Richard’s shoulder, but the smile lingering at Richard’s lips did not fade.
‘…Father’s already making his move on Merin, it seems.’
Of course, Richard was a man Simon respected—an excellent lord, a great Necromancer—but according to Pier, when it came to romantic entanglements, his trustworthiness was questionable.
Simon really hoped he’d exercise some restraint while at the school.
After shooting Richard a look to that effect, Simon turned away. Kamibarez, who was a bit shy around strangers, was glancing nervously between Simon and Richard.
“Uncle, this is Kamibarez Ursula, also from my unit.”
“Oh, hello there!”
Kamibarez, seemingly tense, bowed at a crisp ninety-degree angle. The delicate bat wings visible behind her fluttered restlessly.
“Well, it’s good to meet you. You must have done my nephew quite a few favors.”
Just as Richard reached for Kamibarez’s hand this time, Simon gently pushed him away with his palm and forcibly turned his head in a different direction.
“And this is Dick Hayward, also from my unit.”
Dick, who had been waiting for his turn, let out an excited cry.
“Simon’s best friend! My bestie! Soul partner Dick, at your service! Ha-ha-ha!”
“Oh, of course. I’ve heard all about you from Simon.”
Dick’s cheerful chatter lifted the mood considerably.
Richard seemed to like Dick well enough, exchanging quips readily with him.
‘Phew.’
Simon exhaled in relief, sending silent thanks toward Dick in his heart.
Meanwhile, the two girls who had stepped back were whispering to each other, their racing hearts finally settling.
“Your u-uncle really looks a lot like Simon,” Kamibarez said.
Kamibarez was the one who spoke.
“Right? I honestly thought he was his father. Must be some strong genetics on the maternal side?”
Merin, answering thus, looked over at Simon’s face.
Would he eventually come to look like that as he aged? If time’s passage meant something that handsome, she was all for it.
Now Simon was introducing his friends’ families to Richard.
As Richard shook hands with Merin’s father, Daniela, he caught the attention of a cluster of female students watching from behind and winked at them with a wave. A chorus of excited squeals erupted from that direction.
Kamibarez let out a wry laugh.
“…He really does have that smooth, cunning side that Simon has, doesn’t he?”
“Y-yeah, he really does. That’s kind of… a lot.”
Unlike the serious and composed Simon, this charming but frivolous demeanor was a bit much.
In any case, Richard finally shook hands with Dietrich, Kamibarez’s father.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Vampire Lord.”
“You’ve raised your son well, human.”
Dietrich lowered his voice as he spoke. Richard tilted his head with an amused expression, as if to ask what he meant.
“You think you can hide the blood before a Vampire Lord?”
“I would be grateful if you kept it to yourself.”
“Brazen fellow.”
Before Dietrich—a Vampire Lord with a head literally taller than most—Richard showed not the slightest hint of intimidation.
He kept his spine straight, maintained his dignity, and never lost his smile. He shook hands confidently, exchanged pleasantries, and his bearing revealed that he regarded Dietrich as an equal.
“True. Your son had that same audacity. I’ve been wanting to meet the man who raised him. Indeed—”
Dietrich’s eyes gleamed with the hunger of one who craves strength.
“Once this is over, we fathers should have a drink together, yes? Wouldn’t you say, Daniela?”
“Of course.”
Daniela nodded, but Richard politely declined.
“I’m sorry. My schedule is quite full, and I must return to my territory as soon as the ceremony ends.”
“Tch, what a shame.”
Meanwhile, Simon felt as though several years had been drained from his life at Richard’s unexpected arrival.
‘Sigh.’
Growing a bit weary, he was leaning his back against a pillar when Merin and Kamibarez came rushing over.
“Simon! Simon!”
Kamibarez bounced in place, her fists clenched tight.
“Your uncle seems so cool and gentlemanly!”
“Yeah? Thanks.”
“But is he really your uncle?”
Merin asked suspiciously. Dick suddenly interjected as well.
“Is he actually your dad?”
Simon’s heart dropped, but he forced himself to maintain composure and spoke.
“I hear that sort of thing all the time.”
“If your uncle is that impressive…”
A sly smile played at the corners of Merin’s mouth.
“I’m getting even more curious about your father.”
“Me too!”
Kamibarez nodded, and Dick seized the opportunity to exclaim:
“Then let’s visit Simon’s house during the holiday! Who wants to go?”
“Me!”
Merin and Kamibarez shot their hands up instantly.
Simon waved his hands frantically, sweat pouring down his face.
“N-no, I won’t even be there! My schedule during the break is completely packed…!”
“Even if you’re not there, we can at least pay our respects to your parents!”
“Agreed!”
Watching the three of them already discussing what they’d do, Simon’s scalp grew damp with perspiration.
They were genuinely planning to descend upon his home.
“If you’ll forgive me.”
Just then, Richard approached the four of them with long strides.
“Might I borrow my nephew for a moment? There’s something I’d like to discuss with him privately, it’s been so long.”
Whoosh!
Merin and Kamibarez spun around with remarkable speed, their hands clasped respectfully before them, offering perfectly polite smiles.
“Of c-course! Please go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
Richard snapped his fingers, and Simon nodded before following him away.

* * *
The two made their way out of the Grand Hall and walked behind the building, where no one lingered.
“You’ve made some good friends, Simon.”
“Yes. They’re really wonderful.”
Simon looked up at Richard.
“But I was really surprised. How did you manage to enter Rocksum?”
“I received a proposal from Neftis.”
Richard answered calmly.
“Since you played such an important role in the recent Blood Heavenly Cult incident, she suggested I come to celebrate your promotion, and promised to take full responsibility if any problems arose.”
“I… see.”
Richard brushed Simon’s hair lightly.
“Well done. Thanks to having a fine son, I’ve even come to Rocksum—a place I never thought I’d set foot in during my lifetime.”
A smile tugged at Simon’s lips.
“How does it feel to visit your alma mater after so long?”
“……I miss it.”
Richard turned to survey his surroundings with a wistful gaze.
“Every tree, every blade of grass—I miss it all. Those memories are still so vivid. Yes, I remember this place too, right where we’re standing now.”
“You do? Here as well?”
“Behind the building it’s quiet and secluded. I used to bring girls there……”
“Father!!”
Hahahaha! Richard burst out laughing loudly, while Simon fixed him with a cold stare.
“It’s a secret from your mother.”
“……I see what you’re doing. And Mother?”
“She’s at home. Anna’s taken a little trip back to her girlhood, you might say.”
Simon blinked.
“What do you mean by that?”
“You’ll understand once you come home a bit later.”
Richard turned his gaze away, looking at Pier’s avatar fastened to Simon’s school uniform.
“……I know I have no right to speak to you.”
Richard looked up at the sky, his eyes clouded with remorse.
“I’m sorry. And thank you for taking such good care of our son.”
[Krkrkrkr!]
Simon heard Pier’s laughter at that moment.
It seemed Pier had been watching all along. He spoke in a mental voice that Richard could not hear.
[You’ve changed quite a bit, Richard.]
Simon smiled broadly.
“Pier says you’ve changed quite a lot, Father.”
[Boy!!]
Pier was flustered, and Richard’s lips curved into an enigmatic smile.
“And I owe you an apology too, Simon.”
“……Yes?”
“For burdening you with the Legion’s sin. It happened before you were even born.”
“…….”
Simon said nothing for a moment, leaning his back against the wall.
After the silence passed, he spoke again.
“Taking on Father’s Legion was my own choice.”
Richard had only gotten Simon admitted to Kizen; he’d never breathed a word about the Legion.
From the start, Richard had never intended for Simon to become a Legion Commander.
But under Neftis’s guidance, Simon had willingly accepted the position of Legion Commander of his own accord, and now he was gathering the scattered Ancient Undead.
“And Father.”
True, Richard’s actions might have been betrayal and evil in the eyes of others.
“……What you did was to save Mother, wasn’t it?”
Even if the whole world condemned Richard, Simon could not condemn him.
Because it was precisely because of that incident that “I” was born.
Sometimes the weight of Richard’s sin felt heavy, but Simon had decided to bear it willingly. His father’s sin and his father’s strength both.
“Thank you for saying that.”
Richard spoke with his eyes closed.
The father and son, after exchanging a few more words, returned to the Grand Hall.
“But which is it?”
Richard suddenly wore a playful smile.
“Which what?”
“Merin or Kamibarez. Which one is your girl?”
Simon’s face flushed crimson.
“No, that’s not—it’s not like that!”
“Hahaha!”
Richard laughed heartily.
“They’re both lovely ladies, I must say.”
“……If you lay a finger on Merin or Kamibarez, I’m telling you right now—I won’t let it slide.”
“Surely not.”
Richard tousled Simon’s hair.
“That stubborn streak of yours—you got it from your mother when she was young. I’ve always been grateful you didn’t inherit that from me.”
“Mother?”
“Yes.”
Richard’s expression grew wistful for a moment.
“Back then, Anna was pristine—untouched by the world’s grime. Pure white, through and through.”
“These days she’s got Father wrapped around her little finger, though.”
“……Ahem.”
I’d finally landed a blow on Father.
Everyone in the territory knew that the lord of Leshill lived under his wife’s thumb.
“But that aside—the reason I called you here is this.”
Richard produced something from behind his back.
“Congratulations on advancing as Top Student of the second year, Simon.”
It was a lavish bouquet—one I hadn’t dared expect to receive. My face brightened as I took it, breaking into a wide smile.
“Thank you, Father!”
“And.”
Richard walked ahead, gesturing with his hand.
“A student’s duty is to study. Romance is wasteful energy. I expect you to keep your position as Top Student.”
I laughed quietly.
‘As if Father has any room to talk.’

* * *
I returned to the Grand Hall.
Reluctant to part ways, I spent time chatting animatedly with my project teammates and the Hayward brothers. The seven of us had grown quite close.
“Merin! I want to enter Kizen too!”
“Me too!”
Bill and Al, the fourth and fifth brothers, spoke up.
For two men who’d spent nearly their entire lives in merchant work, a visit to Kizen would be a watershed moment—enough to reshape their entire worldview.
“I’d better be blunt about this and crush any lingering hope right now.”
Merin swept back the hair at her temple.
“You can’t.”
“Why not!”
“Because Dick, your most talented brother, came in four-hundredth out of four hundred.”
“Gah!”
Struck speechless by an irrefutable jab, Dick had nothing to say, and we all burst out laughing.
“H-hey, though!”
Dick quickly changed the subject.
“Who do you think will be among next year’s freshmen? Anyone know?”
“Sasha!”
Kamibarez shot her hand up eagerly.
“You remember Sasha from the Neutral Territory? She’s entering as a Special Admission Student next year. I’m so excited!”
Kamibarez had been exchanging letters with Sasha, who was still receiving treatment at Pentamonium.
Dick scratched his chin, looking puzzled.
“But Sasha getting a special exception? Doesn’t Form Transformation usually take years after opening a Core?”
“Sasha’s an incredibly unusual case! She’s already created and is using her own Original Curse.”
“Wow, seriously? I wonder how many exceptions she’ll come in with.”
This time I raised my hand.
“Now that you mention it, Princess Molly is supposed to enroll next year too.”
Everyone’s eyes widened at the news.
“Princess Molly……!”
“The youngest princess of the Dresden Kingdom?”
I shared the contents of the letter I’d received from Molly.
Despite fierce opposition from the pro-queen faction, she’d recently obtained the King’s permission, opened her Core, and should be able to complete her Form Transformation by the entrance date.
It seemed all the royal court’s renowned Necromancers had taken her on as a student for preliminary instruction.
“Here’s another thing to wonder about.”
Merin broached the topic.
“The current second-years will become third-years soon. Who will the next Student Council President be?”
“That’s true.”
I folded my arms.
“I’d like it to be Benya.”
“Whoever it is, the next Student Council President will have a rough time.”
Dick chuckled as he spoke.
“You’ll be compared endlessly to the legendary Fantathus, the Student Council President of an era.”
“I, I suppose so.”
Fantathus was rumored to be a raven-class mage and beyond—a prodigy of the highest order.
His administrative abilities were somewhat lacking, but the vice president covered for him. Together, they fulfilled their term flawlessly.
“Sorry to interrupt, but give me a moment.”
Someone abruptly cut into their conversation.
It was a classmate from A-Class—a familiar face.
“Simon, Hector’s waiting for you in front of the beach south of Rocksum.”
At that, Simon rose from his seat with a faint smile.
“I’ve been waiting for him too.”

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