Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 434

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 434
The next day.
“Huff! Wheeze!”
Simon climbed the mountain ridge with heavy bundles of firewood strapped across both shoulders, sweat streaming down his face and ragged breaths escaping his lips.
“Nngh!”
He collapsed forward, unable to endure any longer. The logs he’d been struggling to carry tumbled down the steep slope.
Thump-thump— thump-thump—
His heart pounded as if ready to burst, every blood vessel in his body swelling furiously. His muscles twisted and knotted, threatening to tear.
Simon placed his trembling hand against his chest and activated Dark Magic.
‘Steady.’
As he wove a calming rune into his incantation, the tremors coursing through his body gradually subsided.
—I’ve placed an Activation-Class Curse on your body.
Phantasus’s voice echoed in his memory.
—The harder you work, the greater the burden on your body becomes. Each time you reach your limit, use calming-type curses to ease your muscles and organs so you can push through. This is part of the training! Every bit of it matters.
A faint rustling sound.
Simon, his eyes flushed crimson, pulled a small pill from his pocket.
—If you truly can’t bear it, take this. But if you do, your instruction in the Sleep Curse ends that same day.
……
Simon gazed at the pill in silence, then slipped it back into his pocket. He exhaled slowly.
‘He’s a good person, truly. But his teaching methods are brutal.’
If Phantasus hadn’t offered him the pill, Simon wouldn’t be wrestling with this choice at all.
Staggering to his feet, Simon made his way down the hillside to gather the scattered timber. Determination flickered in his eyes.
‘I won’t give up. Not ever.’

* * *
“Young master! Thank you so much!”
“Think nothing of it.”
Simon set down the firewood as he spoke.
He had brought the wood to an old woman who lived alone, far from the heart of the territory.
“I’m sorry, Simon. My legs being like this……”
The old woman’s son, who normally did this work, lay in bed with his legs wrapped thickly in bandages.
“It’s alright, sir. You just focus on getting better.”
Simon smiled as he wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.
“If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to call.”
With that, Simon waved goodbye to the old woman and her son, then departed. He wove a calming curse around himself as he made his way back over the mountain.
Just as he neared home, a bright burst of children’s laughter rang out nearby.
“Phantasus! Here! Over here!”
“Got you!”
Phantasus, with two village children perched on his sturdy shoulders, had caught a third child who’d been fleeing.
He set them down in the grass and tickled them until all three children erupted in delighted giggles.
‘Phantasus? Here?’
As Simon started toward them, a voice called out from beyond the path.
“Phantasus! Thanks so much for helping out today!”
Charles, one of the villagers, waved at him.
“Of course! Happy to help! Hahahaha!”
Phantasus gave a hearty thumbs-up in return.
“You’ve been helping with the territory work? And looking after the children too?”
Simon emerged onto the path. The children clinging to Phantasus’s frame brightened at the sight of him.
“It’s Simon!”
“Simon’s here!”
The children scrambled down from Phantasus like they were climbing a tree, then rushed to Simon. He smiled and gently ruffled their hair.
“Well, we’re guests in Resshil now—helping out is only natural, isn’t it?”
Phantasus laughed warmly.
“So, how did the calming training go?”
Without speaking, Simon withdrew the pill from his pocket, held it up briefly, then returned it.
Phantasus smiled with satisfaction and cast Cancellation, lifting the curse from Simon’s body.

* * *
After a short rest, Simon and Phantasus climbed the mountain once more. It was a remote place where few people ventured, and the mana concentration was notably high.
“I’ve completed the Magic Circle too.”
Simon opened his palm and drew his concentration upward.

A circle unfurled, and with the main rune—the Rune of Serenity—at its center, the magic circle formed rapidly. Phantasus propped his chin on his hand and observed it intently.
“Your learning speed is impressive! You’re definitely my successor!”
“Thank you!”
“Well then, shall we test it right away?”
He dropped to the floor with a thud.
“What do you mean, test it?”
“Sleep. I want to taste the slumber you’ve crafted!”
Simon wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but it seemed to amount to agreeing to be struck by the curse.
“Sleep’s maximum stack is five! Fill all five stacks and put me to sleep!”
“Yes, sir.”
Simon moved behind Phantasus. Then, following his instructions, he created the Sleep curse in his palm and placed it against his back—again and again, five times in succession.
Once he’d applied all five.
Thump!
The bulky Phantasus crashed to the ground. Soon his snores began—deep, rhythmic breathing as he drifted off.
“… Oh.”
Simon was uncertain, but he opened his palm with an expression full of hope.
“Did it work?”
Just then, Phantasus began to thrash in his sleep. His brow furrowed sharply as he rolled this way and that in frantic repetition. He scratched at his belly and clutched at a nearby tree.
And after five minutes.
“Khahahaah!”
Phantasus jolted awake. Simon rushed over in surprise.
“H-how was it?”
“Haha!”
He brushed his forehead with his palm and let out a wry laugh.
“Still a bit bitter! I had quite the nightmare!”
“A nightmare?”
“Yes! I dreamed of the second day after I enrolled at Kizen!”
Phantasus wiped his face with his hand.
“During Curse Magic class, I was the only one who failed at Exgust while everyone else succeeded. During Magical Combat, I couldn’t even master the Dark Element and fell into the water all by myself! I could hear my classmates laughing at me. And during the duel practice, there was this girl I’d been quietly pining for, and she crushed me utterly. She trampled my head into the dirt and said this to me!”
His mouth opened.
“You’re garbage.”
“….”
Simon’s expression crumpled.
“Did something like that really happen to you?”
“Hahahahaha! It’s all in the past now!”
Phantasus dusted off his rear and stood up.
“All those tribulations became the nutrient for my growth!”
There was certainly no regret or wistfulness in his voice.
What an admirable person, Simon thought, and his eyes began to sparkle with new light.
“Oh, by the way!”
Phantasus flashed a mischievous smile.
“That girl who trampled and cursed me during the practical? Two years later, she became my vice president!”
Simon burst into delighted laughter.
“That’s wonderful! Hearing the Chairman’s story from Kizen!”
“Is it? Hahaha!”
Phantasus, in good spirits, laughed with his shoulders heaving.
“Now then, it’s your turn!”
“M-me?”
Whirrrr!
A Sleep magic circle unfurled in Phantasus’s palm.
Not the intricate circle he’d demonstrated at first, but the simple, basic magic circle he’d taught Simon.
“This time, it’s your turn to experience Sleep!”
“Y-yes? Why me all of a sudden?”
“To cast a good curse, you need to feel it and experience it with your own body! Of course!”
Whoosh!
Phantasus charged forward without hesitation.
“Resisting is fine!”
Crash!
Phantasus’s right arm brushed past Simon’s shoulder.
A touch-triggered curse. Simon felt Sleep Stack 1 take hold in an instant, his vision swimming.
‘Drowsiness…!’
Sleep rolled over him like a tidal wave.
Whoosh!
Simon stumbled backward, dodging the sweep of Phantasus’s left arm.
He tried to unfold a Magic Circle to counterattack.
‘Ugh!’
His concentration wavered.
He was exhausted as though he’d been awake for a month straight. Forget conjuring a Magic Circle — he wanted to sleep. The urge to sleep seized his entire body with overwhelming intensity.
“Your movements have slowed!”
Phantasus closed in instantly, striking Simon’s thigh for Stack 2. A spin, a touch to Simon’s arm — Stack 3.
‘Damn!’
His eyelids felt impossibly heavy.
He wanted to sleep.
He wanted to abandon everything and simply sleep.
‘Stay focused!’
Yet somehow Stack 4 crept up on him without his noticing.
Combat was becoming impossible.
Strength drained from every limb. His body no longer answered to his mind.
The encroaching sleep was so sweet, so tempting, that everything else faded into the background.
‘No!’
Sleep in combat meant death. In that sense, was his own body genuinely yearning for death with such desperation?
He realized then how truly terrifying this curse was.
“Here comes the final Stack 5!”
Phantasus’s arm approached. Simon held on through sheer willpower, ducking beneath the blow, then snapped his leg up with all his strength.
Whoosh!</
He'd aimed for the jaw, but Phantasus tilted his head back and evaded.
Simon immediately pivoted, preparing his next kick.
Grab!
His head was seized from behind. His body pitched toward the earth.
"Sleep well!"
As Simon was buried in the soil, the earthy smell washing over him, consciousness fled.

* * *
Chirp! Chirp chirp!
The cry of a mountain bird snapped Simon's eyes open. He lay sprawled on his back in a grassy field.
He brushed his forehead with a soft sound.
"Ah……"
"How do you feel?"
At the voice, Simon turned his head. Phantasus stood leaning against a tree, wearing a gentle smile.
"That was restorative sleep, wasn't it?"
"……"
He hadn't dreamed.
Or had he?
More than anything, his mind was startlingly clear. Peak condition. Energy coursed through his body, and even lying still felt wonderful.
"Um……"
Simon answered hesitantly.
"It really was perfect sleep."
"That's what I call delicious sleep!"
Phantasus spread both arms wide.
"You only slept about ten minutes, yet now the world looks different, doesn't it?"
"It certainly does."
Simon got to his feet. He didn't want to waste this excellent condition.
"Shall we begin the next training?"
"Ha ha ha! That's the spirit, boy!"

* * *
Lessons with the cheerful Phantasus were a joy day after day.
Of course, those weren't his only classes.
"Ready, Simon?"
Anna, who had always kept to the kitchen, now had her hair tied back tightly as she watched Simon's Divine Beast Studies training.
It seemed the former "Miracle Saint" had lost none of her skill—with a simple gesture, she unfurled a Mana Barrier across a space the size of the training ground itself.
It blocked presence and Divine Power alike. Such measures were essential here in the Dark Alliance.
"Starting now, Mother!"
-Meow! Meow!
-Howl!
Simon hurled Hayangyi and Kkamangyi skyward alongside Divine Power, while infusing Acalion with Divine Power to enlarge him greatly.
He fitted the Divine Beast Bridle—a gift from Israfil—onto Acalion, then climbed onto the chariot that descended amid a halo of light.
"Go!"
The moment Simon yanked the reins, the chariot lifted and rocketed skyward.
Divine Power that gleamed like the sun traced circles around them, and the chariot and Acalion's body erupted in white sparks.
In that very state.
"Run, you all!"
Simon's body became a beam of light, stretching forward. A wild shriek tore from his throat. Still impossibly fast.
"Hit the Barrier and you fail, Simon!"
Anna called out from below.
"Don't let the speed frighten you—focus on your bond with the Divine Beast!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!"
Simon's body raced back and forth through the Barrier like a single thread of light. As time passed, Anna unfurled a great Divine Barrier on the ground below.
"Here for the finale!"
The chariot and Simon's movement ceased. Then, becoming a streak of lightning, they collided with the Divine Barrier.
Crash-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
A Paralysis Ability potent enough to neutralize Dungeon Master Karisa in a single blow.
Simon tumbled across the ground, cradling the cats now shrunken to their normal size and Acalion.
"Simon! Are you all right?"
"…Y-yes, I'm fine, Mother!"
-Meow! Meow!
-Howl!
The Divine Beasts seemed delighted to have run about after so long. Simon sprang to his feet with a smile.
"I'm getting the feel for the speed!"
"Good. Let's do some more drills to build familiarity."
So mornings were spent in Divine Beast Studies training with Anna, and afternoons held Sleep training with Phantasus.
And in the evening.
Clang! Bang!
Chaos training awaited with Richard.
Simon wielded the Chaos Sphere in his hand, unleashing a fierce assault, while Richard flourished a spear wrought from shadow with dazzling skill.
Clang! Crash! Clash-clash-clash-crash!
Each time father and son crossed spears, violet and black sparks scattered violently upward.
"Simon! You're now Student Council President of Kizen! Do you understand how grave that position is!"
Richard deflected Simon's Chaos and drove his spear point forward.
"Of course, sir!"
Simon twisted his head to evade while thrusting his hand down. Richard nimbly sidestepped the violet spear falling from above, then retreated a step before charging in a straight line.
"You'll face countless challenges!"
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
The eyes of the two locked in a test of strength, their spears crossing, met face to face.
"The third-years will resent you, the second-years will seize opportunities! Adults will ceaselessly test the new Student Council President. Endless provocations and challenges will assail you throughout the term! What do you think is most necessary to overcome all this?"
Snap!
Simon hardened his gaze and spun his body.
Boom!
The Chaos Reaper lurking in his shadow swung its scythe. A violet wound tore through the air, and nearby trees were sent flying with sharp cracks.
"Strength."
Simon gripped the Chaos Sphere anew and smiled.
"The most necessary thing is 'strength.'"
"Exactly, Simon! The school term starts soon."
Richard raised his fingers. Ghouls he controlled stirred to their feet from the ground.
"During these last days of break, become a man worthy of the Kizen Student Council President with all your might!"
"Yes, sir!"
Simon kicked off the ground and threw himself toward the approaching ghouls.

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