Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 409

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 409
Whoosh! Boom!
At the moment Hector’s Barrier Gauge shattered, the duel should have ended.
But Hector didn’t stop. He was launching a relentless barrage of attacks at Simon.
“What?”
Richard, the referee, spoke in shock.
“You said you wanted this done fair and square with a Duel Evaluation, so what’s this? Hey. Stop!”
Richard rushed to break up the fight, but suddenly one of Hector’s scales came flying at his head.
Richard flailed and dodged out of the way.
“Richard! Are you all right?”
“Whoa, that guy’s lost it!”
Richard, sprawled on the ground, muttered while cold sweat beaded his forehead.
“Dad! Please stop the fight!”
“What are you doing? Dad!”
Kamibarez and Merin called urgently to their fathers, but the men simply watched the battle unfold with stern faces. Pier did the same.
“If Simon wanted to cancel the match, he would have asked first.”
“What?”
“Simon wants to see this through to the end. We have no right to interfere.”
Clash!
Meanwhile, Simon parried Hector’s furious assault while his mind raced.
‘This must be because of the Chaos Power, isn’t it?’
Simon was a little surprised. During training, he’d never imagined it would have this effect.
It seemed that Hector’s reason had been momentarily poisoned by Chaos, leaving him in a state of lost rationality—the same condition the Chaos Reaper had been in when it attacked Simon the sorcerer.
‘Usually it’s easy to subdue an opponent who’s lost their reason. But.’
Hector’s case was different.
Every motion, every footfall was so refined and economical that it seemed impossible he’d lost his senses.
His movements and combat logic had become pure muscle memory.
‘Impressive.’
What he was doing now was the pure product of effort.
In this moment, Simon found Hector remarkable and worthy of respect.
Swish!
Then Hector’s fist wrapped itself in darkness.
‘It’s the Attached Sword Technique!’
Simon calculated the trajectory of the punch and quickly lowered his body, but—
“?!”
His body was suddenly dragged forward toward Hector as if caught by a hook.
It wasn’t the Attached Sword Technique.

Crack!
Hector’s headbutt that followed exploded into Simon, shattering even his Barrier.
‘An Original technique now?!’
Both their Barriers were destroyed, and now they were both bare-handed.
With Duel Evaluation rules in effect, the protective function of the school uniform was also disabled.
Simon staggered from the impact that sent a blur through the back of his skull.
‘Ugh! My mind is…!’
As his vision wavered, Hector—eyes stained purple—grinned savagely and charged forward.
“I will win! Simon Pollen—!”
Crack!
Hector’s nose caved in and blood sprayed.
Simon’s kick, fast as lightning, had struck true.
“Whoa!”
“Simon’s not giving an inch either!”
The Hayward brothers cheered.
Whoosh!
Simon climbed onto Hector’s shoulder and locked his legs around the man’s neck.
‘If I just choke him out like this…!’
Tug! Tug!
But Hector’s arms came up between Simon’s legs and began driving his hamstrings open.
Simon was taken aback. He knew the escape properly.
‘Has he already mastered the Ground Technique?’
In a past BMAT, Hector had struggled against Simon’s Ground Technique. Since then, he’d reflected on that loss and prepared his defenses accordingly.
Simon tumbled down from atop Hector’s shoulders.
“Hah!”
Hector’s fist came surging forward like a block of stone.
Crack!
Simon twisted his head to evade and countered with a rising kick aimed at Hector’s jaw.
Thwack!
In nearly the same instant, Hector’s low kick crashed against Simon’s leg.
Smack!
Both fighters’ fists collided with each other’s faces. Blood sprayed, and both staggered simultaneously.
“Gah!”
“Haa!”
Now it was a battle of will.
With their Dark Element fully exhausted, the two fought with bare fists, and silence fell over the arena. Everyone present gripped their hands tightly, absorbed in the match.
And then.
“This is absolutely insane.”
Despite their shattered noses and split lips streaming blood, both boys were smiling.
Bang! Crack! Boom! Thud!
Each time their fists collided, the air shuddered; each time their feet moved, sand erupted from the ground.
“So who’s got the advantage here? Dick?”
Dan Hayward, the second year, asked.
“Hector, obviously. The size difference is just too much.”
Dick folded his arms.
Bang!
Just as he’d said, Simon blocked Hector’s kick but bounced backward like a ball, crashing to the sand. Blood poured from one nostril, and his joints screamed in protest.
‘There has to be a way… Wait!’
He spotted a Chaos Spear rolling across the sandy floor. It hadn’t dissipated yet—its duration must have been long enough for it to still remain.
‘Create a variable! This is why I love Chaos!’
Simon scrambled toward the Chaos Spear, and Hector’s eyes widened as he pursued.
Even with his mind clouded, his instincts screamed that Chaos was dangerous.
Whoosh!
Simon bent low and picked up the spear from the ground.
“Hah!”
He’d been too hurried. His foot slipped on the sand, and he staggered—just as Hector came rushing at him.
Simon gritted his teeth and twisted his torso.
“Hraah!”
Whooom!
He threw it.
But perhaps he’d been too hasty; Hector simply bent his head and dodged it cleanly.
Crack!
Simon’s body crumpled under the follow-up kick, rolling across the sand. He was covered head to toe in blood and dust.
Hector roared and bore down on top of him, mounting his position.
“Escape, Simon!”
“End it, Hector!”
Shouts from Team 7 and their rival factions crossed the air. Hector raised his fist.
Flex!
Simon suddenly tensed his legs, forcing his body upward—Hector’s upper-body balance broke, and his elbow crashed into the sand.
Grip!
Grip!
In the next moment, Simon’s hands locked around Hector’s waist, his legs wrapped around the larger boy’s body like a serpent, and he drove him sideways to the ground.
“That technique again!!”
Hector’s eyes blazed crimson. Simon had secured the better position and was about to counterattack, but—
“!”
Hector seized both of Simon’s wrists and, caught in the technique though he was, forced himself upward through sheer strength. His leg muscles quivered and rippled as if about to burst.
‘Damn, he’s actually impossible to put down.’
Simon had no choice but to kick Hector across the face and roll away. His lip split and he staggered, but Hector refused to buckle.
Meanwhile, Simon had spent everything in that last kick. He collapsed to the ground, completely spent.
“It’s over!!”
Hector, sensing victory, raised his fist.
“You didn’t forget, did you?”
Simon managed a strained smile.
“The Chaos Spear can designate its final impact point.”
‘!’
Only in the last possible moment did Hector’s reason return to him.
‘Could it be… that spear I threw earlier…!’
Crack!
A violet spear struck him from behind, and Hector’s charging body snapped violently backward.
Boom!
The Chaos Spear erupted into a brilliant violet explosion. Hector flew backward, tumbling across the dirt.
“Wow!”
“It landed perfectly!”
Cheers and silence crossed through the arena.
Simon rose to his feet and turned to look back. Hector lay motionless.
At last, a wave of profound relief washed over him.
“The winner!!”
Dick cried out with a shout of joy.
“In the end, it’s Simon Folentia once again!”
“Wooooo!”
Simon raised his clenched fist high. His teammates and the Heiswood brothers rushed over as if they’d been waiting, while the faction students hurried to Hector’s side.
Thump!
And the moment Simon raised his fist, he lost consciousness and collapsed.
“Simon!!”
“Geez, you stubborn fool! You were discharged yesterday—why are you pushing yourself so hard?”
Kamibarez’s urgent voice was followed by Merin’s scolding.
“It was really that close.”
Dick glanced back and forth between Simon and the collapsed Hector, letting out a hollow laugh.
“…….”
Richard then walked over and stood in front of Simon.
‘Feel relieved now, Simon?’
A presence.
Darkos Moor, a man of massive build, had drawn near.
Just as Richard moved to react quickly, Darkos extended his hand instead of attacking.
“Hm?”
It was an offer of a handshake.
“……You’ve raised a talented son. You must be proud.”
As he spoke, he smiled slightly—a smile that resembled Hector’s.
Richard, who had been tense, laughed awkwardly and shook his hand.
“Your son showed considerable talent as well.”
He added one more thing.
“Though he’s my nephew, not my son.”
“I’ll count it as close enough.”
Darkos turned toward the fallen Hector. Richard let out a light sigh and looked at Simon.
Just as he’d said.
Richard felt like he could burst with pride in his son.
‘I want to brag about this to everyone.’
He shook his head.
‘That this boy is my son.’
Vampire Lord Dietrich used Blood Flow Magic to heal the wounds of Simon and Hector.
And Daniela approached Merin, who stood gazing down at the collapsed Simon with concern.
“Merin.”
“Father?”
Daniela’s gaze could not leave the fallen Simon.
At last, she looked at Merin and smiled.
“Your hair.”
“What?”
“It’s beautiful. Yes, you should keep growing it out.”
“??”
Merin looked at him as if asking what he meant.
Meanwhile, Dietrich, having finished the treatment, stepped back and subtly placed a hand on Kamibarez’s shoulder.
“My daughter Kamibarez.”
“Ah, yes.”
“As Ursula’s daughter, I was prepared to bind you unconditionally to a vampire. But I’ve reconsidered.”
He glanced toward Daniela with a warning look, then thrust his thumb upward.
“Don’t lose to mere humans—not in strength, not in love!”
Kamibarez’s face flushed crimson.
“W-what are you saying! So suddenly!”

* * *
When Simon opened his eyes, evening had fallen.
‘Ugh!’
It was the Medical Ward where he’d been recovering for some time.
The moment he sat up, Richard—bespectacled and cross-legged—was reading a book at his bedside.
“Awake, are you, Simon?”
Simon quickly gathered himself and asked.
“Ah, Father! What about the others?”
“They’ve already gone home.”
Richard shut his book with a soft thud and continued.
“They were all disappointed they couldn’t say a proper goodbye.”
As he spoke, he gestured to one corner of the bed, where a paper lay covered in farewell messages from Team 7 and the Hayward brothers.
The handwriting alone made it clear who had written what.
Dick’s scrawling, nearly illegible script; Merin’s neat, refined aristocratic hand; Kamibarez’s cheerful handwriting with little emoticons scattered throughout. The Hayward brothers had each left a word as well.
Simon read through them all with a delighted smile.
“Did you enjoy your time at Kizen?”
“Yes!”
Simon answered without the slightest hesitation.
“It’s been amazing. Ever since I came to the academy, my life feels like a dream!”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
Richard rose with a satisfied smile.
“The Medical Ward physician says you can be discharged. Rest here another hour, then we’ll head back to Leshil.”
“Yes!”

* * *
Simon had mapped out several plans for the break.
First, there was one thing he needed to do immediately.
‘That Exclusive Dungeon Conquest Right I obtained before.’
During the BMAT evaluation, when he’d gone to a banquet in the Langoustin Kingdom and defeated the third prince Andre in a duel, he’d won a dungeon conquest right that remained unused.
This dungeon was the White Grave Dungeon, believed to harbor an Ancient Undead. Pier, who alone knew the access method, had agreed to participate directly.
-Kekekeke! I bring good tidings!
And Simon had assigned Prince, Erzsebet, and Achemous to Pier as well. He himself needed only Herseba.
Simon had thought to rest a while in Leshil before joining them, but injuries aside, Pier had warned that the dungeon’s toxins were so potent that a human would be more hindrance than help.
The Ancient Undead he sought this time was one related to ‘poison.’
And so the Ancient Undead would conquer the dungeon during the break, while Simon, accompanied by Herseba, would travel to Leshil with Richard.
There was one complication, however: during the break, there was concern about an attack from Legion Commander Magnus, who stood opposed to Simon.
Of course, with Richard present, Leshil would be safe enough, but Simon hated the thought of bringing trouble to his domain and its people because of his own circumstances.
He planned to recuperate at home for a few days, then slip away from Leshil under some convenient pretext.
And so Simon, departing latest among Kizen’s second-year students, stepped through a Teleport Magic Circle and left Rocksum.
“I’m home!”
Leshil—the place where he was born and raised.
A remote village where the biggest news was the safe delivery of the neighbor’s cow.
Even the air tasted good. Simon drew in a deep breath.
“Good to be back after so long?”
“Of course!”
Walking the familiar path he’d once traveled before entering Kizen, Simon and Richard chatted contentedly together.
Home was just ahead.
Simon, his face alight with anticipation at seeing his mother after so long, rushed forward and knocked on the door.
“Mom! It’s me!”
Click!
As the door opened and he stepped inside, the savory aroma of cooking wafted out, accompanied by the sound of bustling preparations.
“Simon! You’re home?”
Anna’s voice called out from the kitchen.
But it wasn’t just Anna sitting at the table.
A woman with sea-blue hair, her eyes closed in perfect composure.
She set down her teacup and spoke.
“It’s been a long time.”
A figure he’d never imagined seeing in a place like this.
“My niece, Simon.”
The true power behind the Sacred Federation’s moderate faction, a being known by the epithet “Saint of the New Age.”
In the Sacred Federation, she had not only helped Simon, but also obtained the materials necessary for Anna’s surgery—a benefactor of the highest order.
“Israphel!!”
Saint Israphel had come to the Dark Alliance.

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