Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 425

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 425
Simon and Rette’s expressions hardened simultaneously as they peered into the Dungeon Master’s Chamber.
“……What is this?”
The chamber was completely empty.
Hollow. A dazed sound tumbled from Simon’s lips as he stood there, muscles taut with anticipation.
“Don’t let your guard down. It might be hiding.”
Rette said this as she stepped inside.
But even with Simon’s Dark Detection and Rette’s Holy Detection sweeping the space, there was no sign of the Dungeon Master. They exited the chamber and searched the surrounding area, with the same result.
It was the first time either of them had encountered a dungeon with no Dungeon Master present.
“Hmm, isn’t this a serious problem?”
Simon pressed his forehead with a rigid expression.
“The dungeon won’t disappear unless we destroy the Dungeon Master.”
“I’ve never heard of or seen such a situation. My mind’s gone blank. Give me a moment to think.”
The Dungeon Master remains within the dungeon.
That was the fundamental principle.
While it was true that a Dungeon Master could send monsters out into the world, the Master itself never abandoned the dungeon.
The fact that the Dungeon Master had apparently left and yet the dungeon remained intact was itself unnatural.
“I need your help, you two.”
While Rette was lost in thought, Simon reached into his Subspace and drew out the Corpse Spiders.
“Bring me anything that might be a clue.”
—Shriek!
The Corpse Spiders scattered in all directions at once. Some burrowed into bone mounds, their abdomens quivering, while others scuttled across the ceiling and walls.
Within a minute of being given their orders, one Corpse Spider approached Simon.
“Did you find something?”
Simon’s eyes widened with hope as he looked down—a small insect clung to the spider’s foreleg.
—Shriek! Shriek!
The Corpse Spider bounced up and down, clearly proud of its discovery.
Simon simply shook his head.
—Shriek…….
The spider’s body sagged dejectedly, then it popped the insect into its mouth and turned away.
Rette, who had been watching quietly from behind, spoke.
“What? That spider’s kind of cute.”
“Looks can be deceiving. It’s Undead.”
“Evil little things.”
“……?”
A moment later, another Corpse Spider returned, carrying something.
A woman’s hair. And aged clothing.
Simon examined it closely.
“Listen.”
Rette, having searched the Dungeon Master’s Chamber once more, called to Simon.
“There’s nothing more we can find here worth investigating. Let’s go back outside. There might be some change we haven’t noticed.”
“Agreed. That monster we caught earlier—it could have been the Dungeon Master.”
The two of them used the dungeon gate they’d entered through and emerged back outside.
It was just as they’d left it—the cave remained unchanged. Nothing remarkable had shifted.
Boom—!
But outside the dungeon, a massive sound erupted. Simon’s reaction was sharp.
“Someone’s out there!”
“Let’s go!”
The two rushed out of the cave at speed.
Whoooosh!
And they came face to face with people of gray hair surrounding the cave entrance.
‘The Mizenashi!’
They were members of the Mizenashi, the ruling family of Escail Village. Among them stood Nenia Mizenashi, the village elder.
“So you’ve finally found this place.”
Nenia’s eyes turned cold.
“If you had simply pretended not to see and descended from the snowfield, you might have lived.”
The other Mizenashi members spoke in turn.
“How dare you set foot in the Sacred Ground!”
“You won’t be leaving here alive!”
Crash!
Snap!
They opened their palms toward Simon and Rette, aiming directly. What rippled across their hands was pure elemental Frost Magic.
‘I can’t let my guard down here.’
These mages had polished Frost Magic their entire lives, so their mastery was formidable—reminiscent even of Merin’s Dark Frost Boundary.
“That’s a lot of talk about sacred ground.”
Rette stepped forward, channeling holiness. Brilliant white light wreathed her body.
“Tell me where you’ve hidden the Dungeon Master—while I’m still asking nicely.”
Nenia Mizenashi’s brow twitched slightly, but nothing more.
Rette smiled wickedly.
“Well then, I suppose we’ll have to do this the hard way—make you talk with fire.”
Crack-boooom—!
Another blast, loud and close.
Simon’s eyes snapped toward the sound. The explosion hadn’t come from the Mizenashi people.
‘That direction is….’
Escail Village.
The village was under attack.
Given the use of explosives, it wasn’t monsters. The moment Simon narrowed the attackers down to ‘humans,’ something flickered through his mind.
—We won’t just sit here waiting for death either.
The voice of the Kula Lord came back to him—that gaze filled with hatred, fixed on the Mizenashi settlement in the Snowfield.
‘The Kula people from the lower city!’

* * *
Roaaarrr!
“Burn the village! Seize the mages!”
“The cause of the extreme cold is right before us!”
Brutal cold, desperate famine, and relentless monster attacks.
Pressed to the absolute wall, Kula had only one choice.
The Kula militia and the village men surged up the steep hillside toward Escail.
Whisk! Swish!
The Escail villagers hidden behind the barricades drew their arrows.
“The filthy Kula dogs have shown their true ambitions!”
“First they stole our warm lands, and now they want this village too!”
“Defend Escail with your lives!”
Arrows flew in succession. Kula soldiers were struck and tumbled into the snow.
But the Kula side had far greater numbers.
“Charge!”
The Kula Lord swept arrows aside with his sword as he bellowed.
“Don’t falter! We must end this unbearable cold here and now!”

* * *
Simon watched the village. As the extreme cold weakened, Escail Village came into clearer view.
He couldn’t make out every detail of what was happening, but the palisades were burning and explosions thundered in rapid succession.
Simon felt certain of his assessment: the desperate people of Kula, driven to their limits by the extreme cold, were attacking Escail Village.
“You’re not going to help the village?”
Rette spoke flatly, her gaze fixed on the Mizenashi people.
“You’re probably their strongest fighting force.”
Though their own village was under assault, the Mizenashi people didn’t move.
Nenia Mizenashi simply raised her staff and struck the ground.
A vast Frost Magic Circle unfurled beneath them.
“Eliminating you witnesses here and now is far more important. Such is the mission of the Mizenashi.”
There was no reasoning with her. Simon turned away.
“Rette, go down to the village and stop the fighting.”
“…And you?”
“This time I’ll handle them alone. I’m enough.”
Rette watched him with worried eyes for a moment, then squeezed her eyes shut and nodded firmly.
“I trust you.”
“Right.”
Whoosh!
Rette began running down the Snowfield. Nenia Mizenashi let out a shriek.
“Stop that woman!!”
The moment the Mizenashi mages unleashed their Frost Magic in unison.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Violet lightning descended from all around Rette, obliterating every trace of the frost spells.
“……!!”
“What was that just now!”
The violet lightning that had filled the air moments before now streamed neatly into Simon’s outstretched hand as he soared skyward.

Simon hurled another Chaos Spear at the Mizenashi soldiers pursuing Rette, embedding it in the ground before their feet. They lurched to a halt, gasping.
‘That bastard!’
Rette glanced back over her shoulder with a bitter smile.
‘He was still hiding techniques like that?’
“Summon the golems! Do whatever it takes to stop him!”
At Nenia’s command, one mage raised an ice golem from the ground.
“You won’t get past here……!”
Clang!
Clang!
At the same moment, two violet spears streaked through the air and pierced the golem’s torso, detonating on impact.
“You won’t be getting past.”
Thud.
Simon landed lightly on the shaft of the Chaos Spear lodged in the ground, his feet planted firmly on it.
By then Rette had already rushed through the explosion and scrambled down into the village below.
“I prepared this for a battle with the Dungeon Master, but I never expected to use it against you.”
Simon’s hand reached toward the magical circle at his waist.
Like a knight drawing a blade, three violet crackling spears rose up between his fingers, already manifesting in his grip.
“Just who exactly are you! Teacher Sheon!!”
Nenia Mizenashi cried out in desperation.
“Who sent you!”
“That’s a question I’m afraid I can’t answer.”
Simon flung the three spear shafts high into the air. From above, violet lightning descended in unpredictable arcs, raining down madly across the field.
“But if you’re truly in the right, you shouldn’t need to worry about who sent me.”
With a sonic boom, chaos flashed down upon the Mizenashi forces.

* * *
“Fire! Keep firing!”
“Push forward!”
The battlefield had reached a fever pitch.
Escail and Kula—the rage accumulated between them over so long finally exploded, leaving nothing but hatred in its wake. No one was thinking with reason anymore.
It was chaos.
The tide of battle was impossible to predict.
The Kula forces held an absolute advantage in numbers and training discipline, but they too had climbed the snowfield on empty bellies through extreme cold, their strength and condition worn to the breaking point.
Escail was equally disadvantaged in manpower, and with their main force—the Mizenashi—gone, they held no superiority either.
Arrows flew and the clash of steel rang out across the field. The Kula soldiers lit rum bottles and set fire to the palisade, tearing through the Barrier.
As the Barrier tore open, frigid wind and blizzard crept into the village as well.
A catastrophe.
At this rate, whichever side won, both would freeze to death in the extreme cold—total annihilation—yet no one made any move to stop.
And then.
“Everyone stop!!”
Someone appeared who could make them halt.
A white-haired girl strode boldly across the blood-soaked battlefield.
“R-Rette! Teacher Rea!”
“My lord! It’s that Priest who saved our territory!”
Rette walked calmly through the center of the battle. Stray arrows occasionally whistled past her, but she didn’t so much as blink.
“Priest!”
The Kula Lord lurched forward in alarm.
“Please step back! It’s dangerous! This is our fight……!”
Grab!
Rette suddenly seized the lord by the collar. And then.
Crack!
She swung a full-force slap across his face. His cheek blazed crimson as he tumbled across the ground.
“M-My lord!”
The terrified militia members drew their swords toward Rette.
When Rette glared at them with wide eyes, the militiamen who had seemed ready to charge froze and withdrew.
“This is ridiculous!”
She swore under her breath and swung her arm toward the lord.
Snap!
But it wasn’t an attack. She’d caught an arrow aimed at the fallen lord—with her bare hand.
Crack!
As she tightened her grip, the arrow snapped cleanly in two.
“Don’t you understand plain speech, you bastards?!”
Then she seized the choker at her neck—the one that sealed the Saint’s power—and smashed it to pieces.
A scream of light tore through the air.
In that instant, the grip of extreme cold weakened, the night sky blazed with sudden brightness, the dark clouds parted, and radiance poured down upon Rette.
[My name is Rette Shardena!]
Clear star-shaped patterns blazed in her eyes.
[I am the Star Saint.]
A deep resonance hummed through the heavens.
As she raised her arm, the stars scattered across the night sky answered, trembling. Countless white meteors began to form, fixed in the air above them.
“She’s… a Saint?”
“Our teacher Rette is a Saint?”
Both sides erupted into utter chaos.
[Choose.]
She spoke, her eyes blazing red with fury.
[Either stop this fight, or I’ll wipe you both out with my own hands!]

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