Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 44

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The Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Prodigy – Chapter 44
“You’re confident about this?”
Simon nodded, his expression grave.
“Yes. I’m confident.”
The moment the words left his lips, Jane picked up her quill and signed the commission request.
“Go on, then.”
“……Yes? Really?”
Simon felt the countless excuses he’d prepared in his mind crumble to dust.
She’s really just going to let me go like this?
“You wouldn’t claim confidence before a Keyzen professor without good reason. There’s no need to convince me. You are Keyzen, and you need only answer for the results.”
Her gaze turned chilling.
“I trust you did not deceive me, Simon Polentia.”
Simon met her eyes without flinching, though his expression hardened. He bowed deeply.
“Thank you for believing in me.”
…….
Her quill halted for a moment, then resumed its movement.
“Please return safely.”
It was delivered almost carelessly, yet Simon found warmth in her tone.

* * *
The moment Simon returned to the dormitory, he set to work with urgency.
“Dic! I’m thinking of heading down to Rochester for a bit. Do you know a safe route?”
“Huh? Today?”
Using the route Dic recommended, Simon descended to Rochester.
There he purchased several pieces of equipment, along with an Adventurer’s Robe and clothes to conceal his identity.
Then he went straight up into the Forbidden Forest and visited Pier’s Ruins.
“Pier! This should work perfectly, shouldn’t it?”
Simon thrust forward an empty Plate Armor that looked like something from the interior design of some crumbling old fortress.
Pier’s expression soured.
[You’re not seriously asking me to get into that thing, are you?]
“You said you’d come with me during the mission, right? You can’t exactly wander around in that form.”
[……Tch.]
In the end, Pier entered the armor. “Entered” was far more apt than “put on.”
After a moment, the armor began moving awkwardly with metallic clanks.
[……Are you seriously making me go around dressed like this?]
“You look great in it, Pier!”
Simon clapped his hands together with a beaming smile. Pier turned sharply, indignant.
[Damn it! I told you not to smile like Anna!]
“Hahaha!”
After placing Pier and the Legion Formation of skeletons into Subspace, Simon returned to Keyzen.
Dic was asleep when he entered the dormitory room, and Kasan was nowhere to be found.
Simon packed his belongings alone and prepared for the journey. He would depart by Teleportation early the next morning.
‘It’s been so long since I’ve left Rocsem.’
Simon closed his eyes, filled with anticipation.

* * *
Early the next morning.
Simon gathered his luggage and headed to the designated location. Behind Keyzen, on a hillside, a long-distance Teleportation device had been installed, and many students were already waiting for their turn.
“Simon!”
Turning at the sound of his name, he saw Meilin rushing toward him with a wave. She was also using the Teleportation device in this location.
“Hey, Meilin.”
“Hey! Are you really going to take that mission?”
“Yeah.”
Meilin crossed her arms, her expression disapproving.
“I’m telling you, the investigation mission is hard to complete in five days. I definitely said you should pick something easier, didn’t I?”
Simon smiled softly as he replied.
“Thanks for worrying about me.”
“It’s n-not worry or anything!”
She yelped loudly. Simon chuckled and asked again.
“Where are you headed?”
“A merchant escort mission departing from Langerstin.”
She laughed with a swagger.
“Isn’t it wonderful? A carriage journey leaving from Langerstin.”
“Still, be careful. If you happen to run into bandits…….”
“Oh, come on. You think things still work like the old days? And even if bandits show up…….”
She drew open her Adventurer’s Robe just enough to reveal what lay beneath.
A black jacket, white shirt, and a Keyzen girls’ school uniform leading into a skirt.
“Once they see this and realize who I am, they’ll scatter. Even stupid bandits know what happens if they mess with Keyzen.”
Simon let out a dry laugh.
He remembered the night before his entrance exam, when he’d faced off against a gang in Langerstin. The moment Lorraine had revealed her name and affiliation with Keyzen, every last scrap of fighting spirit had drained from them.
“……That’s a pretty underhanded tactic.”
“That’s exactly why the merchant guild requests missions from Keyzen students in the first place.”
Just then, the Teleportation administrators began calling out students’ names. Meilin raised her hand when she heard hers.
“All right then! See you next week.”
“Yeah, don’t get hurt.”
“You be careful too. Kharos is on the frontline of the Dark Alliance, so watch yourself.”
Meilin said nothing more and ran off.
Quite a number of students were heading to Langerstin, crowding shoulder to shoulder on the Teleportation platform. Langerstin was close to Keyzen and offered plenty to do after missions were complete, making it a popular destination.
A moment later, Meilin and the other students vanished in a flash of Teleportation, and the administrator called out Simon’s name along with a few others.
Simon walked toward the platform.
“Please present your Student ID and Commission Request.”
The waiting administrator bowed politely. Simon produced his Student ID from Keyzen and the Commission Request bearing Jane’s signature.
“Destination: Arnish Territory in the Kharos Kingdom. Is that correct?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I’ll need your signature here.”
“Of course.”
The administrator took the document Simon had signed and stepped aside with a bright smile.
“Everything’s confirmed. Please proceed.”
“Thank you.”
Simon stepped onto the Teleportation platform. But he noticed another student already standing there.
‘Ah.’
It was a familiar face.
They had even sworn together as student representatives—he as the male representative, she as the female representative.
This girl, with her beautiful ivory hair flowing freely, wore a white coat over her Keyzen uniform and held an elegant Parasol with graceful composure.
When her eyes met his, she lifted the hem of her skirt in greeting.
“How nice to see you again.”
The official heir to the Ivory Tower. Special Privilege recipient, rank two: Serne Eyndarque.
A sense of tension crept over him.
Not because of her background, but because of the strange, otherworldly aura emanating from her.
‘……It’s suffocating.’
Among the many students at Keyzen, only Lorraine possessed such a distinctive presence.
Lorraine’s aura was intimidating and rough, but Serne’s was something far loftier—a towering sense of grace.
The bearing of a monarch that made others feel small and dwarfed in her shadow, compelling them to look up. It was hard to believe they were peers.
Then her lips parted.
“I hear that our Meilin owes you quite a debt of gratitude.”
“…….”
She knew that Simon and Meilin were in the same class and the same group.
“She can be a bit prickly at times, but her heart is kind and tender. I would be grateful if you could look after her.”
Simon took a slow, deep breath. Gradually, the trembling in his body and the tension drained away, and his anxious thoughts scattered.
Finally, a composed smile settled on his lips.
“Why are you saying that to me?”
“……Pardon?”
“Meilin isn’t someone under your protection. She’s a first-year at Keyzen, equal to you.”
Simon detected the unspoken intention behind her words and tone.
Serne had been treating Meilin as her subordinate, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
And that fact, for some reason, irritated him deeply.
“Don’t worry. Meilin is doing just fine on her own.”
A deep smile bloomed across Serne’s lips.
“I see.”
She was the first person he’d encountered who drained his mental stamina simply through conversation.
Simon, reluctant to engage further, turned his head away, but Serne blinked her jade-green eyes and stared at him steadily. Beads of sweat began to form on Simon’s brow.
“Then I shall activate the device!”
Fortunately, the administrator’s signal came at just the right moment.
A deep, resonant hum filled the air.
The Teleportation device activated, and brilliant light engulfed both Simon and Serne.
Serne smiled faintly as she spoke.
“Until we meet again.”
I’d rather we didn’t, Simon thought.
He surrendered himself to the weightless sensation rising through his legs, his body surrendering to the pull.

* * *
Dark Alliance.
Kharos Kingdom, Arnish Territory.
The lord’s office in the territorial castle.
“……It appeared again?”
A middle-aged man with a long brown beard furrowed his brow and sighed heavily.
He was Raymond, the count who administered Arnish.
“Yes, my apologies.”
The captain of the guard bowed stiffly, his face grim. Beside him lay a corpse on a stretcher, covered in white cloth. Though the face was hidden beneath the fabric, the dangling hands were shriveled and withered like a mummy’s.
“The frequency of these incidents keeps rising. That’s three just this month!”
The count struck the table with a sharp bang, then loosened his shirt collar and exhaled heavily.
“I can’t live in this constant state of fear! What about the mercenaries we hired from outside?”
“They continue their search, but even after combing through the entire territory, there’s still nothing…….”
The count’s expression darkened further.
“Useless dogs, every one of them—they eat gold and accomplish nothing! Send them away!”
“Understood! And if I may ask, what news from Keyzen……?”
“Still nothing from Keyzen.”
The count ground his teeth.
Three months had passed since filing the request. The Unknown Incident continued to claim victims, yet Keyzen had sent no response whatsoever.
The captain of the guard lowered his head.
“Perhaps it would be better to submit a formal request for support directly to Keyzen’s headquarters, rather than a general commission…….”
“You want to summon one of Keyzen’s headquarters Necromancers? Would you bankrupt the territory’s entire budget with such a fee?”
“I-I misspoke, my lord!”
The count leaned back deeply into his chair and spoke.
“Now, leave us.”
“Yes, rest well, my lord!”
The captain of the guard and the guards carried the corpse from the room. The count sighed and poured wine into an empty glass.
“Will you not take a glass?”
The count raised the glass as he spoke. Then a voice came from behind the curtain.
“Your kindness is appreciated, but as I am still under a vow of discipline, I must decline.”
The curtain parted, and a figure sitting in a chair was revealed.
Clad in robes with a hood drawn deep, wisps of whitish hair emerged from beneath it.
The count drained his wine in one gulp.
“I apologize for summoning one of such status to a place like this. But as you know, the situation is urgent.”
The Crown Prince was scheduled to visit the territory next month.
At such a critical juncture, this unsettling affair could not be tolerated. The count’s eyes gleamed.
“You truly can resolve this, yes?”
The figure in the chair rose slowly to her feet.
As the staff in her hand pushed back the hood, a cascade of full hair tumbled down, revealing the youthful face of a girl.
“Do you not trust Ellen Zeil?”
The count’s expression shifted with a start.
“N-not at all, that is……!”
“Fear not, Count. To save the people of the continent from the deeds of malevolent Undead is the will of the Goddess most glorious.”
A clear smile crossed her lips.
“By the honor of His Holiness the Pope, I, Ellen Zeil, a second-year student of the Holy University, swear I shall resolve this incident without fail.”

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