Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 406

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 406
‘I must have eaten too much last night.’
Richard walked back from the bathroom, rubbing his stomach to settle the heavy feeling.
Last night, Anna had indulged in the kitchen for the first time in ages. As he walked toward the Grand Hall where Simon was waiting, trying to calm his queasy stomach, it happened.
Screech!
A flare of Dark Element shot through the air in a sudden flash.
Richard quickly turned his head to dodge, but the Dark Element passed through not him, but the fantasy realm magic unfolding before him, and vanished.
“I’ve been wondering about that the whole time.”
Thump.
Someone who had appeared from behind placed a hand on Richard’s shoulder.
“I thought I’d seen you somewhere before, you know.”
Richard rolled only his eyes to look behind. A massive frame and an intensely trained body; burns covering his upper torso. And an ominous Dark Element radiating from him as well.
At first glance, this was no ordinary Necromancer.
“…What in blazes are you doing?”
“That’s what I’d like to ask you.”
The man’s eyes flashed.
“Why use Recognition Obstruction Magic to sneak into Kizen’s Advancement Ceremony?”
Recognition Obstruction Magic didn’t so much change one’s face as it prevented others from recognizing it. It was Black Magic used when you didn’t want to be identified by someone you knew.
“We’ve met somewhere.”
The man’s neck gradually flushed red.
“Haven’t we, now?”
Rip.
The man tore the beard from Richard’s face and held it up before his eyes.
“A fake beard, I see.”
Richard quietly gathered Dark Element into his fist. He was ready to move if things went south.
“Perhaps you should restrain yourself.”
“Restrain myself? Concealing your identity to slip into Rocksum is hardly restrained behavior. Given recent security concerns at Kizen, I don’t think my actions are unwarranted. Now, let’s remove those glasses, shall we?”
The man’s hand stretched out.
Richard immediately knocked the arm aside and was about to drive a fist into the man’s ribs when—
Waaaaaaaa!
A raucous cheer erupted from the direction of the Grand Hall. When students appeared, both men’s movements halted simultaneously.
“A duel! A duel!”
“Hector Mohr is about to fight Simon Polentia!”
“Really? Where’s it happening?”
The man’s hand, which had been reaching for Richard’s glasses, dropped. His face flushed crimson, veins bulging prominently.
“Hectorrrrrr!!”
A roar like thunderbolt.
Richard slightly narrowed his brow and protected his ears with Auditory Magic. Cracks were forming on the surrounding pillars and walls with sharp snaps.
“How much more shame will you bring on our family and father?!”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The man charged toward the students at fearsome speed.
Richard released a soft sigh of relief and reattached the fake beard he’d dropped on the floor.
‘So it was the Mohr Family.’
One of the most dangerous families—he absolutely could not let them discover he was the Legion Commander of Betrayal.
And more than anything, he’d also heard the name Simon.
‘What are you up to now, Simon?’

* * *
At that same moment, Simon arrived at the meeting place with his team members.
A vast stretch of beach.
A cool sea breeze blew in, and the crashing waves emanated a tranquil atmosphere.
Against this backdrop of sea, a large man stood with his back turned.
“I’ve been waiting. Simon Polentia.”
Hector Mohr.
He turned to face Simon directly.
Around him, Hector’s faction members moved busily.
“Huff! Huff! We’ve set up a clean Barrier. Hector.”
“Nothing that happens here will reach the Grand Hall.”
“Good work.”
Simon set down the flower bouquet he’d received from Richard on a rock, then swung his arms in circles to loosen his stiff joints.
“Simon, are you really going through with this?”
Kamibarez approached with worry creasing her face.
“Yeah. A promise is a promise.”
“I can’t believe this! Discharged from the infirmary and straight into a fight!”
Merin shook her head vigorously. Behind her stood Dick’s brothers—Bill and Al among them—their eyes gleaming with excitement.
“So we finally get to see the famous Kizen Duel Evaluation!”
“And it’s between 1st and 3rd place, no less!”
“I told you we had to go to Rocksum no matter what, right?”
Outsiders had followed along with the Kizen students to the duel.
Worse yet were Dick’s brothers, whose mouths seemed far too loose. Merin felt her temples throb.
‘Even if I tried to stop them, it’s not like Simon or Hector would listen to me.’
She approached the Hayward brothers anyway.
“Dick and brothers. You all understand, yes? First rule is discretion. Second rule is discretion. Please don’t breathe a word in front of the adults.”
Then she bowed slightly, adding, “I’m begging you.”
It was rare for a proud noble to bow to a commoner. Grasping the gravity of the situation, the Hayward brothers all simultaneously made a zipping motion across their lips—three movements executed in perfect, identical sync.
“Merin, telling them to keep quiet won’t help anyway.”
Dick, arms crossed, chuckled. Merin shot him a withering glare.
“Why are you being so glib about this? We’re in the middle of an External Event. Do you want to face disciplinary action and have your second-year advancement cancelled?”
“No, that’s not it.”
Dick pointed ahead.
Two adults had already entered.
“Khahahaha! A duel, a duel! Such a spectacle is absolutely not to be missed!!”
Dietrich, Kamibarez’s father and a Vampire Lord, spoke with relish.
“I envy these young people their vigor and romance. My school days were a dull, colorless affair by comparison.”
Beside him stood Daniela, Merin’s father and a leading figure among the moderates of the Ivory Tower.
“Dad!”
“Dad!!”
Kamibarez and Merin cried out in alarm.
Dietrich thrust up a thumbs-up, fangs bared in a grin, while Daniela gave a casual wave. The two fathers were already getting along swimmingly.
“See? I told you it was pointless.”
Dick rested his hand against the back of his head.
“We said we’d sneak away from the adults, but there’s no escaping those monsters’ eyes.”
“……sigh.”
Merin pressed her palm to her forehead.
“Well, at least they seem to be viewing this as entertainment, so let’s just watch and—”
“Hectorrrrrr!!!”
With a deafening shout, a man tore a hole through the barrier and strode in. The faction student who had been carefully maintaining the barrier jumped to his feet in shock.
“What in blazes are you doing! How much more shame must you bring upon this family before you’re satisfied!”
This man was Hector’s father and the patriarch of the Mohr Family—Darkos Mohr.
“Father.”
Crack!
Darkos, having rushed forward, struck Hector’s face hard without warning.
Those nearby gasped, but Hector rose to his feet as though accustomed to it.
“I don’t want to hear another word from you! Your mother is preparing a homecoming celebration at the Mansion, and it’s all cancelled! You’ll begin ascetic training at once, understand—”
Then Hector spoke quietly to his father.
“…….”
Darkos Mohr folded his arms across his chest.
“If that’s what this is about, then fine.”
He spun around and strode away with long steps.
“Hec… Hector?”
The faction students who had been watching cautiously crowded around him. A female student from the faction pulled out tissue and dabbed at the blood trickling from his nose. “What did you tell him?”
“What did you tell him?”
“That as a man of the Mohr Family, I stand on the threshold of a crucial contest in my life.”
Hector’s gaze shifted. Ahead of him stood Simon, his expression somewhat bewildered.
“It’s a secret from Simon Polenthia.”
“Sure, sure~”
The faction students giggled.
“Simon.”
This time Richard appeared at Simon’s side. Simon quickly lowered his voice.
“Oh—Father?”
“A duel right before the holiday break—still reckless as ever.”
“……Ah, I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner.”
“No matter.”
Richard gave Simon’s shoulder a light pat.
“Now I understand why Neftis insisted you come to Rocksum.”
“……What?”
“I look forward to a good match.”
Richard spoke those words and walked back to join the other fathers.
Darkos, Hector’s father, was already in conversation with Dietrich.
When he spotted Richard, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“Vampire Lord. Just who is this suspicious character, anyway?”
Dietrich shrugged at Darkos’s question.
“He’s said to be Simon Polentia’s uncle.”
“The Kizen Chief of Staff……”
Darkos looked thoroughly unconvinced. Richard, finding no real reason to interject, simply crossed his arms and took a position next to Daniela, Merin’s father.
“Well then, let’s begin our first-year final Duel Evaluation!”
Dick stepped forward with an Amplification Crystal in hand.
“I’m Dick Hayward, the referee for today’s match! Not to boast, but I’ve memorized every rule of Duel Evaluation protocol, so I’m probably the only one here who has! I promise to conduct this exactly as the standard regulations dictate! And assisting me as co-referee is Meao from Hector’s faction. Any remarks?”
Meao, her expression suggesting she had no idea why she’d been called, replied coolly.
“Drop dead.”
“Yes, drop dead indeed. Now let’s begin!”
Simon and Hector changed into Duel Evaluation Barrier Suits.
It was something Hector had managed to obtain through his connections.
Soon the two stood facing each other. Dick crossed his arms and spoke.
“Both competitors, shake hands.”
Hector’s face darkened as he glared at Dick.
Dick puffed out his cheeks, feigning a stern expression.
“Why are you glaring? You’re the one who asked me to follow official Duel Evaluation protocol. If you’re just going to do whatever you want, then forget it.”
“……Tch.”
Hector reluctantly grasped Simon’s hand and shook it halfheartedly before letting go. A faint smile crossed Simon’s face.
“What are you smiling about?”
Hector bit back his rising irritation as he spoke.
“Nothing at all.”
Simon replied lightly, turned on his heel, and walked back. Hector muttered “I’m going to kill him” repeatedly as he took his position.
The two boys soon stood at distance, ready for combat. Dick swung his arms back and forth.
“Now, you must deactivate all Magic Circles, including Persistent Magic Circles. You understand? Whoever prepares first is disqualified!”
“I know all the trivial details—just start already!”
“Yes, yes! Then! I hereby commence the Duel Evaluation between Simon Polentia of Class A and Hector of Class A!”
Dick’s arm shot up. Co-referee Meao raised her arm in turn.
“Begin!”
“Die.”
As their arms fell and the starting signal rang out,
both boys’ eyes blazed with a terrible intensity that hadn’t been there a moment before.
The Hayward brothers watching nearby drew sharp breaths at the sudden shift in atmosphere.
Simon immediately formed a Chaos Magic Circle at his waist, while Hector prepared a Dragon Form Magic Circle behind his back. The time spent constructing the foundational Magic Circles for both was less than a minute.
Crack!
Simon was the first to charge. Treading on Darkness, he shot forward and unleashed a fierce flying kick.
Boom!
Black fragments scattered from the point of impact like flower petals in the wind.
Hector successfully defended with his shoulder and caught Simon’s ankle, clearly intending to slam him to the ground.
〈Simon Original – Climbing Wind〉
Simon snapped his fingers in a crouching stance, and a shockwave erupted across Hector’s forehead.
Hector’s grip weakened for an instant, and Simon landed on his feet.
“Tch!”
Then came the close-quarters exchange—two boys with no intention of yielding, trading relentless blows with their guards abandoned.
Fists and legs flew in a frenzy, black sparks scattering in all directions.
It was, in every sense, a masterclass in Magic Battle.
“Whoa!”
The Hayward brothers’ faces flushed with excitement.
“So this is what a Necromancer duel looks like!”
“That’s incredible!”
The two boys’ limbs tangled and collided in endless rhythm.
Hector knocked Simon’s fist away with his elbow and shouted, “What are you doing? Simon!”
“What?”
His elbow extended, and Hector’s sharp straight punch shot forward. Simon tilted his head lightly and slipped past it.
“Why are you fighting fairly with Combat Magic? Come on, show me that Golden Lich you used against that giant!”
“Didn’t you hear?”
As he evaded, Simon spun and launched a roundhouse kick that connected hard against Hector’s arm—a sharp crack echoed across the space.
“Herseba was damaged in the conflict with the Blood Heavenly Cult.”
That was the story they’d agreed on.
Of course, Herseba hadn’t actually been damaged—she’d become a Legion-type Undead and couldn’t be used in Kizen anymore—but since questions might arise later about why Herseba wasn’t being deployed, Simon had told Neftis and the Kizen headquarters staff that she was damaged.
“Damn it!!”
Crack!
Hector threw a savage punch, and Simon, raising his guard, slid backward under the force. Veins bulged across Hector’s neck.
“You said you wanted to fight me at full strength!!”
The first battle with Simon.
At the sea-themed BMAT, during the latter half of the exam—Simon had been exhausted to the point of collapse. And even that match hadn’t reached a conclusion, interrupted by Shatel’s interference.
The second battle.
In the siege BMAT, Simon had fought Special Exception Jule 5 before facing Hector. But that too had turned into a group fight due to other students’ interference.
And now. The third battle.
Simon had been discharged from the hospital just yesterday, and his most powerful weapon, Herseba, was broken.
“I won’t make excuses to myself!”
Fire ignited in Hector’s eyes.
“After I defeat you, I don’t want the word ‘if’ attached to it!”
If Simon’s stamina had been sufficient.
If Simon hadn’t shown up after fighting Jule.
If Simon still had Herseba.
“Why!!”
Hector’s momentum exploded exponentially.
With Dark Element wreathing both his arms, he swung with monstrous force, and Simon began to give ground.
“Why is it always like this? Do you always carve out an escape route, preparing for defeat?”
Crack!
Then Simon drove into Hector’s center and struck his chin with an upward kick.
“Your arrogance runs too deep.”
“!”
Hector staggered backward. Simon fixed him with eyes gone cold and hard.
“My stamina is at full capacity. I’ve brought a weapon to replace Herseba. Your words are an insult to my preparation.”
“…….”
“And more than that—why are you assuming your victory?”
Dark Element began to flow freely across Simon’s body.
“Doesn’t it occur to you that I need to prevent losing to a version of me that isn’t at full strength?”
Hector’s mouth snapped shut. Then—”Hah!”—he laughed aloud.
“You’re right! Simon!”
Dark Element began to pour across Hector’s entire frame as well.
“The end of first year! I’ll pour everything I have into crushing you!!”

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