Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 444

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 444
“Malcolm, tell me how to stop the Nagas.”
……
Simon demanded an answer, but Malcolm, bound by rope, merely squeezed his eyes shut.
Simon’s eyebrows shot upward.
“If you won’t talk, then I—”
“The Nagas are being drawn to an artificial wavelength emitter.”
‘What?’
Simon blinked.
“Northeast of this museum, there’s a small mountain. Climb it, look south, and you’ll see the Flat Forest. The device is there. If you track where the Nagas are clustered, you’ll find it easily.”
……
Seeing Simon’s blank expression, Malcolm surged forward with frustration.
“What the hell! What’s with that face? I risked my neck to tell you, and you look like that?”
“No, I just didn’t expect you to tell me so readily.”
“Typical of you. Now get out of here!”
Simon nodded once, rose from his seat, and walked away.
Malcolm watched his receding figure, biting his lip anxiously, and then, the moment Simon opened the window, he spoke urgently.
“Wait, wait!”
“?”
“You owe me—untie these ropes!”
“You could have fed me false information.”
Simon grinned and placed his foot on the windowsill.
“Besides, you beat up innocent guards.”
“No, no, wait!”
Simon didn’t even turn around as he flung himself out the window.
Malcolm stood slack-jawed for a moment, then dropped his head and let out a hollow laugh.
……He’d already squeezed me dry.
At first, during their fight, Simon had preached to him like some righteous sage, yet he was simultaneously ruthless and calculating.
That was likely Simon Polentia’s greatest strength.
Malcolm had never heard of any Kizen student catching Simon off guard. Even Special Exception Seven, Elisa Selin, had only ever gotten the short end of the stick.
Malcolm gazed up at the ceiling and sighed.
-I know. You’re working just as hard as anyone else.
-Your time will come again.
“Damn it all……”
A strained voice escaped Malcolm’s lips.
Ten minutes passed.
A fierce determination kindled in his eyes.
It was time to break free from his damned father’s shadow.
“That’s right.”
Malcolm moved his jaw several times. Moments later, blood ran from his mouth—he’d bitten his own tongue.
A technique learned by auditing lectures from the new Poison Magic professor, Byeol-Ya.
“I won’t give up.”
The blood flowing from his mouth was Blood Poison.
Malcolm held the Blood Poison in his mouth, lowered his head, and began gnawing at the rope around his shoulder, grinding away methodically.
‘I won’t give up.’

* * *
Having slipped out of the Deimos Museum, Simon climbed the mountain at a hurried pace.
Nagas that lived in water lost their mobility on land, so they wouldn’t bother climbing the mountain. Simon reached the summit unobstructed.
‘There it is!’
Just as Malcolm had said, the Flat Forest lay below, and he spotted a dense concentration of Nagas gathered in one area.
‘So there’s a device there that emits the wavelength controlling the Nagas?’
As Simon moved forward to get a closer look, he heard the rustling of undergrowth.
“Come out.”
……
A moment of silence fell. Then the bushes parted and a boy burst through.
‘Who is this kid?’
It was that mysterious red-haired boy—the same one Simon had run into twice before, once at the Market and once at the museum.
And this was the third time.
“Ha, haha! Um, hello?”
The boy laughed awkwardly, scratching his head.
“We meet again! How did you know to come here?”
……
Simon lowered his stance, preparing for combat instead of answering. When the red-haired boy saw the Darkness wavering in both his hands, he cried out urgently.
“Wait, wait! Why are you on guard against me?”
“Do I look like I’m not being cautious right now?”
Simon’s voice came out cold and cutting.
“I could chalk the first encounter up to coincidence. But because we collided the second time, I lost Malcolm.”
“That, that was——! I was chasing Malcolm too!”
This one knew Malcolm as well.
Simon chewed on that fact and continued.
“And most damning of all—the moment I finally caught Malcolm and got information from him, you show up right there? How can I not suspect you’re a spy for the Randolph Gang?”
The red-haired boy’s face twisted in protest.
“No, no, it’s really a misunderstanding!”
-But isn’t your suspicion equally suspicious?
Simon and the boy fell silent. A woman’s voice was flowing from a bracelet fastened around the boy’s wrist.
-I was chasing Malcolm too, and I got interrupted when we collided. Besides, you just said it yourself—”the place where I got information from Malcolm.” Gang members don’t blurt out important intel the moment they’re captured. Isn’t it possible you’re in league with the Randolph Gang?
“Ugh! Wait, wait. You two shouldn’t fight!”
At this rate, the conversation would go nowhere.
“Then let’s both come clean about who we are.”
Simon shed the robe draped over him, revealing his school uniform beneath.
“My name is Simon Polentia. I’m a second-year at Kizen.”
The red-haired boy’s eyes widened.
“Whoa! Kizen! You’re from Kizen!”
-Hey. That uniform isn’t fake, is it?
Without a word, Simon tapped his uniform jacket with his fist wreathed in Darkness. A Barrier unfolded normally before their eyes.
“Then it’s my turn——!”
The red-haired boy pulled out what looked like a nameplate from his pocket and showed it.
“My name is Arthur Bleman! I’m the Mercenary King! I’ve taken a contract from Lord of Parona to protect his territory from the Randolph Gang!”
Simon tilted his head.
“The Mercenary King?”
“Yes! Yes! You’ve heard of him, haven’t you?”
“I thought he was an older man.”
“He’s my grandfather. He’s retired now due to injury, and the mercenaries promoted me to that position.”
He closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.
“On my grandfather’s name, I will save the Parona Peninsula no matter what!”
……
There were still suspicious elements, but now wasn’t the time to waste effort quarreling.
“Fine, then step back——”
“Simon! Let’s join forces!”
Arthur made his proposal.
“Honestly, I couldn’t muster the courage to push through that Naga horde alone! You’re strong, aren’t you? I know because we’ve collided twice!”
Simon turned his gaze toward the swarming mass of Nagas.
Whether Arthur was part of the Randolph Gang or a genuine mercenary didn’t really matter.
Since I’m confident I won’t be the one caught off guard, if there’s value in using him, I might as well.
“Don’t fall behind.”
“Haha! That won’t happen!”

* * *
-Shriek!
-Shrieeeek!
Centered around the Randolph Gang’s Wave Emitter, countless Nagas swarmed together.
Every time a wavelength rippled from the emitter, the Nagas threw back their heads and unleashed their cries.
But then.
Whoooosh!
At the sudden sound, the monsters’ heads snapped around. Two boys were sprinting toward them from several hundred meters away.
Thud!
Simon planted his feet hard into the ground and launched himself skyward. His hands held a crackling violet spear in a perfect throwing stance.
<Simon Original – Chaos Sphere>
Whoooosh!
A purple spear traced an unpredictable arc, shattering nagas as it swept through.
“Heeyaaa!”
Arthur’s sword flashed in its wake. Silver light danced across the empty air in a sequence of brilliant bursts, and in that same instant, five nagas crashed down in sprays of blood.
“Keep moving! Arthur!”
“Yes!”
Simon drew more Chaos Spheres from the Magic Circle embedded in his body and hurled them in rapid succession. The sky painted itself in purple arcs, and the tightly clustered nagas were torn to shreds.
Arthur severed the neck of a naga approaching from the flank, then let out an impressed cry.
“Amazing! Such incredible Dark Magic!”
Arthur’s grip tightened.
“I won’t fall behind either!”
Simon hurled Chaos Spheres to sweep away larger formations with raw firepower, while Arthur followed with precise swordwork, dispatching the smaller stragglers that remained.
The two youths were falling into quite a natural rhythm together.
“Haah!”
“Gyaaaaaah!”
Blood sprayed. Shrieks rang out.
The sight of two boys carving through a forest of over a thousand nagas was nothing short of breathtaking.
“Simon!”
When a spear Simon threw straight ahead suddenly veered sharply to the right, Arthur cried out.
“If you don’t mind, wouldn’t it be better to focus only on what’s in front of you?!”
“Sorry, that’s not something I can control.”
Exploding spears. Piercing spears. Fragmenting spears. Spreading spears.
Some swept through dozens of nagas, while others barely pierced a single creature’s body—the variance in power was extreme.
‘Get used to the chaos!’
Simon gritted his teeth and threw the next spear.
‘Don’t be shocked if I miss one. Don’t be shocked if I hit twenty. Just focus on what I have to do.’
Still, the special training with Richard back in Resshil had borne fruit. There were no complete blanks now. Every spear he threw would bring down at least one enemy.
And Arthur, watching from his vantage point, stood slack-jawed. The world had turned purple, and at its center stood Simon’s back, commanding all of that violet tempest.
‘So this is the real strength of that Kizen student everyone’s been talking about!’
When Simon’s speed faltered for a moment under the strain, Arthur surged forward to take his place.
Whoooosh!
‘What is that?’
Arthur sheathed his ordinary sword and pulled from his Subspace a long, serpentine blade fashioned from the bones of a massive monster, then began to wield it with violent sweeping motions.
“Grraaah!”
Boom-boom-boom-boom-crash!
The weapon consisted of several large bone segments connected by wires, extending and contracting like a whip as it swept through the surrounding nagas. Each swing of the Snake-Belly Sword sent clouds of dust erupting upward.
Crude as it was, its destructive power was nothing short of devastating.
‘Arthur’s a necromancer too, then.’
It felt almost like wielding several of Simon’s Overlord legs superimposed together. Like some variety of Restoration artifact, magnetic forces were at work binding the bones together.
“Ugh! Hah!”
Despite its tremendous power, Arthur could only swing it a few times before stowing the Snake-Belly Sword back in his Subspace, breathing heavily.
“The… the third one’s always the toughest…! Hah!”
‘So he’s got two more of these things.’
Simon let out a dry laugh and placed a hand on the Magic Circle at his side.
“Come forth.”
<Simon Original – Summon Chaos Reaper>
A summoning of unprecedented chaos.
From Simon’s shadow erupted a specter wielding a scythe whose form brought to mind a joker card.
Whoosh!
As the reaper raised its hand, all the Chaos Spheres lodged in the ground shot skyward. Long blades materialized alongside the spears as the Chaos Spheres transformed into Chaos Scythes.
Slice! Slice! Slice!
Then, as the reaper began to swing its scythe, the Chaos Scythes danced in concert, carving through the nagas.
“Simon! One o’clock ahead!”
Arthur shouted.
“It’s a Wave Emitter!”
“Roger, I see it.”
“At this distance, I can break it!”
Arthur drew his sword upright and channeled the Dark Element into the blade itself.
The moment the deep black aura touched the metal, it transformed into a luminous silver with an otherworldly sheen.
<Arthur Original – Juque>
A crescent-shaped blade of energy cut across the earth and crashed against the Wave Emitter.
But then.
Clang!
The Wave Emitter was surrounded by a Barrier. Arthur’s blade energy shattered against it and dissipated.
“A Barrier too?”
“Leave the Barrier to me—I’ll cut through it. Just cover my back!”
Simon had revealed countless openings to Arthur until now, yet Arthur had never attacked. Now, certain at last that they fought as allies, Simon turned his back for the first time.
“Hah!”
He focused only on what lay before him. Cutting through the endless stream of Nagas, he and the Chaos Reaper surged forward together. In his own hand, he gripped a Chaos Scythe.
Keeeeeiiing!
As Simon channeled chaos into the blade, light rippled across it and the scythe swelled, growing larger and larger until it matched the Chaos Reaper’s own.
‘At the same moment!’
Simon from the left, the Chaos Reaper from the right.
They crossed as if drawing an X, their scythes converging on the Wave Emitter.
Shrraaang!
The Barrier shattered into fragments, and the Wave Emitter stood fully exposed.
“Arthur!”
“Ready!”
Arthur charged forward, his blade cutting a silver arc as he rushed past the Emitter.
The sword he’d held overhead began its descent as his charge completed.
And it struck true.
Shrraaaaaack!
The Wave Emitter split cleanly in two.

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