Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 435

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 435
Coo-coo-coo-coo-coo―
Late at night.
Simon woke to an abrupt noise, rubbing his eyes and pushing himself upright on the bed.
“Ugh.”
Still drowsy, he blinked slowly, then rose and shuffled toward the window.
He flung it open and peered in the direction of the sound.
High in the mountain range, not far from where he slept.
On the ridge itself—not at sea—deep-sea fish drifted through the air as if swimming through water, while boulders and trees floated weightlessly around them.
Simon leaned against the windowsill, resting his chin in his palm.
“I feel a little bad for the chairman.”
Phantasus created phenomena each night when he fell asleep—disturbances that verged on dungeon anomalies. That’s why he couldn’t sleep indoors; he sought rest on secluded mountaintops instead.
Boom!
The phenomenon abruptly ceased. Like a sleeper’s nostrils flaring awake, the fish vanished and the floating debris tumbled earthward.
Phantasus had woken.
Simon turned back. He pulled a fur-lined robe from the coat rack, threw it on, then widened the window and swung his legs over the sill.
From the second-floor room, he jumped.
He had no particular reason to meet him—just thought he’d offer some company now that he was awake.
Phantasus was a Necromancer specializing in Sleep Curse, though he’d said he’d barely managed a single uninterrupted night’s sleep in years.
Simon scrambled up the ridge.
Moments later.
“Huff… huff…”
Perhaps he’d been caught in a nightmare. Phantasus stood soaked in sweat, breathing heavily.
His head snapped around.
“Who’s there!”
With a soft rustle, Simon emerged from the grass.
“It’s me, Chairman.”
“…Ah, my successor.”
Phantasus exhaled softly with a faint smile.
“What brings you here?”
Simon walked forward boldly and dropped down beside Phantasus.
“Couldn’t sleep, I suppose?”
“Heh! So that’s it. I was in the same boat.”
Simon’s eyes scanned the surroundings.
Everything around them lay shattered, as if caught in an artillery bombardment.
“It’s a sort of side effect from Curse magic.”
Before Simon could ask, Phantasus spoke first.
“…Side effect?”
“Yes. I became obsessed with Sleep Curse, always hungry for greater power.”
He removed his shirt. Permanent Magical Circles inscribed across his body writhed and undulated.
“To refine Sleep to its absolute limit, I crossed Compellonia—though you might not know the term. In any case, I transgressed lines I should never have crossed. Many times.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“Compellonia! I know about that!”
“You do?”
“Yes. I’ve experienced it a few times.”
Phantasus let out a surprised “Ho.”
“Of course, the way you slip naturally into flow—that’s not bad. But I forced my way through artificially every time, and eventually it caught up with me… Wait. Why is your expression so grave?”
Simon’s face had gone serious. He opened his palm.
“Like this, perhaps?”
Simon traced a Compellonia Magical Circle in his palm for display.
Phantasus stiffened in shock, straightening his posture.
“Who taught you this?”
His voice had turned grave. Simon hesitated—whether he should answer truthfully—but decided he could trust Phantasus.
“I learned it from Professor Bahil, who teaches Curse Magic.”
“Professor Bahil… So it was him.”
Phantasus placed both palms flat on the ground and leaned back.
“So he too, after all…”
“Sir?”
“No. It’s nothing.”
Simon’s eyes sharpened. From his reaction, it seemed Phantasus had learned Compellonia from someone other than Bahil.
“I’m saying this for your successor’s sake, but I’d advise you to seal that Curse away going forward. We can’t have more victims like me appearing.”
Simon nodded.
“I’ve been doing exactly that ever since I tried it once. I thought the technique was too dangerous.”
“Oh, admirable! Once you’ve tasted that power, you can actually restrain yourself?”
“Yes.”
Simon, being a Necromancer himself, had certainly struggled with it.
When he first activated Compellonia, he’d used Void, and from that technique he’d created chaos as a hint of what might come next.
Then what about the next time? What power could he gain then?
Wasn’t Compellonia the easiest and fastest way to reach strength?
But he’d held back.
-I will curse this world.
He’d thought that Professor Bahil, who taught it to him, hadn’t approached it with purely good intentions.
“Whew.”
Simon stretched luxuriously and cooled the heavy atmosphere.
“Since neither of us can sleep anyway, would you tell me a story?”
“What sort of story?”
“About your days at Kizen, sir. I’ve heard bits and pieces during training sessions, but I’ve always wanted to sit down properly and listen to the whole thing.”
Phantasus’s mouth curved up to his ears.
“Ha ha ha! Storytelling is precisely where this Phantasus excels!”
And so Simon spent the entire night listening to Phantasus’s stories of Kizen.
The two men had much in common. Phantasus, like Simon, had entered Kizen without any preparation or background knowledge, and he’d weathered many trials and errors.
“I didn’t learn Sleep Curse because I wanted it, you see.”
He gazed at his own palm, then clenched his fist tightly.
“I could only manage Sleep.”
Back then, Sleep Curse wasn’t viewed favorably. It was considered merely a supporting Curse, or at best a generic utility tool used only for Monster Capture—a skill with the lowest versatility.
Students had mocked Phantasus in Duel Evaluations when he fought with Sleep Curse, but in his second year, his potential finally exploded.
“That was the actual debut match for this Phantasus!”
He spoke with excitement.
“The rule was a hundred students entering an island to fight, and I put all ninety-nine of them to sleep the moment the test began! And the rules of the test changed—it became a competition among the ninety-nine, excluding me!”
“Ah!”
Simon let out an exclamation of amazement, and Phantasus raised his fist.
“When those students who’d always been above me woke from their slumber with bewildered expressions, looking up at me—do you understand that exhilaration?”
Simon laughed and bumped his fist against Phantasus’s.
“Just hearing about it makes me feel fantastic.”
And so Phantasus grew stronger and stronger, until in his third year he rose to the position of Kizen Student Council President, and was even offered the title of “Raven”—the youngest ever.
Of course, he’d turned down that glorious position of his own accord and continued his life as an adventurer.
“Now you’re the Student Council President of Kizen.”
Phantasus gazed up at the night sky spread with countless stars and spoke.
“I have a younger sister in her second year.”
“Yes, I know of her. Though I haven’t seen her face.”
Merida Hu Ikel.
A Special Exception Fourth-rank admission student who maintained a final ranking of fourth place—a skilled student indeed.
“I thought for sure you’d recommend your sister as the next Student Council President.”
“Ha ha! My sister’s vessel is too small for that. She can’t live proactively because she’s conscious of living in this Phantasus’s shadow!”
He shook his head firmly.
“Her talent surpasses mine, but her mindset—that’s the real problem.”
“…Ha ha.”
“In any case, for that child’s sake.”
Phantasus smiled faintly.
“Make the school a good place for her.”
Simon nodded.
“I’ll do my best.”

* * *
White Cow Trading Company Headquarters.
Warehouse 17.
Creeeeak.
Creak.
Dim lighting, dust motes drifting through the air, and in one corner, grain sacks piled high like a mountain.
In this cramped space, a boy was sprawled in a chair, rocking his body back and forth.
All manner of haphazard inventions lay scattered across the floor around him.
Soon a sigh escaped the lips of the boy leaning back in his chair.
“I’m sooooo bored.”
Then he slouched down again.
Creak—creak—the chair groaned hollowly into the empty space.
Bang!
The warehouse door swung open.
Light spilled into what had been a dark void.
“Dick! Big brother Dick! Didick!”
“Dididick!”
The fourth and fifth brothers, Bill Heyward and Al Heyward, came in making a ruckus.
“…Alright, this is the hundred and thirty-seventh time I’m correcting you.”
Dick spoke up.
“My name isn’t Didick or Dididick—it’s just Dick. One syllable. Got it? You Bil-Al brothers?”
“Shouldn’t you be worried about your own dementia at your age?”
“We’re the Bill-Al brothers, not the Bil-Al brothers! Do you understand?”
“Tomato, tomahto.”
The three brothers giggled at the silly joke.
“Oh! Dick! You got a letter from Simon!”
At those words, Dick—who’d been slouched in his chair—snapped upright.
“Finally, it arrives!”
Dick snatched the letter from his brothers’ hands and spun around in place.
“Simon, my best friend, my roommate, my partner in soul itself! Your reply took far too long! I’ve deduced that this very tactic is in fact a sophisticated stratagem to make women desperate—mark my words!”
“Brother. You sound pretty stupid.”
“Did you swallow a novel?”
“Quiet, you Bil-Al brothers!”
Dick tore open the envelope and scanned it in a heartbeat, a grin spreading across his face.
“…So this dreary, boring, empty vacation comes to an end!”
He threw the letter envelope into the air and shouted.
“A journey! We’re going on a journey!”
Bill and Al echoed loudly, “A journey! We’re going on a journey!”
“The crown jewel of any vacation is travel, after all! And what better than a sentimental getaway with just a few close friends? Well then, brothers—I must dash off to research the finest travel destinations!”
Bill and Al’s eyes filled with envy.
“That sounds amazing!”
“Can’t you take us with you?”
Dick chuckled and left the warehouse.
“Are you asking to get beaten half to death by Father? You two stay here and move boxes forever, you Bil-Al brothers!”
“No fair! We’re going to enroll at Kizen next year too! Didick!”
“Reach the Core threshold—straight into the practical exam! Dididick!”
Dick laughed loudly as he headed out of the warehouse.

* * *
The City of Vampires.
Tuzeran.
“Good. Excellent! Come at me with that spirit, my daughter Kamibarez!”
Against the backdrop of a crimson moon, two figures clashed violently in an open field.
One was a Vampire Lord, Detrich Ursula.
The other was a girl consumed by torrents of blood-red force, her fangs gleaming as she raced up the side of a building.
“Do not be enslaved by the blood! Face your nature and hold fast to reason!”
Crash!
The girl shattered the building wall and leaped. Detrich wrapped his long cloak around himself.
Boom!
The impact echoed across the entire city. Soon the girl’s strength waned, and the blood-red torrent slowly dispersed.
From within it emerged a small girl with periwinkle hair, breathing hard.
Detrich smiled.
“Well done.”
He was glad he’d sent her to Kizen.
His daughter, who’d been so frail in body and spirit, had returned completely transformed—at least in spirit. Kamibarez had learned to overcome her physical limitations through sheer force of will.
‘That one must have influenced her well.’
Thinking of Simon Polentia, his daughter’s friend, Detrich stroked his chin.
“Lord.”
A vampire in full dress uniform approached him.
“Forgive the interruption during training, but a letter has arrived.”
“A letter?”
“Yes. From someone named Simon Polentia…….”
Snap!
In that instant, Kamibarez’s previously vacant eyes blazed to life, a crimson light shooting forth like a brilliant scarlet beam.
‘No! I thought it had completely faded!’
Detrich cried out in alarm.
“Dodge!”
But it was already too late.
Kamibarez had pinned the vampire in a heartbeat, her fangs glinting as she smiled with unsettling menace.
Beyond her, a moon the color of blood hung in the sky, and in her eyes swirled a crimson glow that made the vampire instinctively squeeze his eyes shut.
Rustle.
Yet there was no pain.
Only the letter slipped from his grasp.
“Ah…….”
When the vampire came to his senses, what met his eyes was an ordinary girl with a flushed face, offering a bashful smile.
“I’m so sorry! I’ll just go inside!”
Then, clutching the letter, she scurried into the building as if fleeing.
The vampire sprawled on the ground blinked in bewilderment.
“My daughter Kamibarez! Shouldn’t you lock the seal again?!”
Detrich hurried after her, flustered.
“Later!”
Slam went the door, followed by the sound of the lock clicking into place. A moment later, Detrich trudged back out of the building.
“L-Lord?”
His shoulders sagged.
“Blast! Raising a daughter is worthless, whether she’s treasure or jade!”
“……Yes?”

* * *
Langoustin Grand Theatre, rear courtyard.
A girl with sky-blue hair who had been sitting opened her eyes, breath misting in the cold air. A towering column of ice had risen in the empty courtyard behind the theatre.
The expressionless girl gazed at the ice, then suddenly——
“Achoo! Achoo!”
She sneezed, wiping away the runny nose with a sniff as she hugged herself, shivering.
‘……Ugh, why is it that no matter how strong I become, I still can’t escape the cold?’
“Training again today?”
During her solo practice, a third voice suddenly cut through the silence. Merin’s eyes widened as she spun around.
“Always working hard, aren’t you, Merin.”
A blue-haired boy in a Kizen School Uniform was approaching her.
It was none other than——
‘S-Simon?!’
“I like that serious side of you, the way you give your all to everything.”
Simon drew near, eyes glistening.
“Captivated by those blue eyes of yours…… Thwack!”
Simon’s line went unfinished as Merin’s spinning side-kick sent him tumbling across the dirt.
Merin’s face flushed crimson as she leaped to her feet, shouting.
“Simon would never say something that cheesy!”
“……Ha-ha.”
The figure that rose amid the dust wasn’t Simon at all. It was a lean middle-aged man with a pointed nose.
“Y-You’re still quite powerful with that kick, Agent Merin.”
An illusionist who had once deceived Team 7 members with illusion magic while posing as an agent in the neutral zone——Seiwir. He was now living a second life as an actor.
Merin crossed her arms with a wry laugh.
“The neutral zone mission was ages ago. How much longer are you going to use the word ‘agent’?”
“It’s just become a habit…… Ow! I think I’ve cracked a rib.”
As Seiwir staggered, Merin turned her head away with a snort.
“If you don’t want to get hit, stop shapeshifting into Simon!”
“……But Agent Merin, wasn’t it you who first requested this? You said the male actor’s face was too unfortunate for the script reading, that you needed Simon’s face for immersion……”
“Ahhhhh! Stop! Stop talking!!”
Merin’s face flushed crimson as she flailed her arms about. Seiwir offered a faint smile and held out a letter.
“A letter has arrived for that very Simon you mentioned.”
“Really?”
Merin’s eyes lit up and she rushed forward, snatching the letter from his hand. Then she fixed him with a sharp, suspicious glare.
“You’d better not have opened it.”
“……I haven’t crossed that line, at least.”
“Either way, thanks for passing it on.”
Seiwir bowed lightly.
“I look forward to your final performance tomorrow. The crowds who keep coming back, drawn to your voice, are more than a few.”
“If I ever set foot in this place again, I’m not human!”
With that declaration, Merin clutched the letter to her chest and hurried away in quick, eager strides.
“It’s break time—why is he taking so long to write back?”
She tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter.
As Merin read through Simon’s neat handwriting, a smile gradually spread across her face.
Once she’d finished the letter, she closed her eyes, savoring the lingering warmth of his words.
“……I suppose I’ll give him one more chance.”

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