Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 445

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 445
Crack!
The Disperser split in half under Arthur’s blade.
“We did it! We actually did it, Simon!”
Arthur shouted with a brilliant smile, but Simon’s expression remained taut.
“Arthur.”
“Yes?”
“Something’s wrong with the Disperser.”
Crack!
Snap!
As the Disperser split, a searing crimson aura erupted from the unstable red core at its center.
!
Simon felt his entire body’s hair stand on end in an instant. It was a wavelength so potent that even a human—not a Naga—could perceive it.
Crackle! Crackle!
Soon the Disperser seemed to have reached the end of its life, finally powering down and belching acrid smoke. The red core shattered into fragments, its light extinguished.
‘What’s happening?’
Simon quickly scanned his surroundings. With the Disperser that had been generating the wavelength gone, the Nagas should logically have fallen into chaos without their command structure.
—Screech!
—Roarrrrr!
Instead, they began thrashing about with even greater ferocity. The Nagas in the distance were surging toward Simon and Arthur.
“W-what is this? We definitely destroyed the Disperser!”
Arthur cried out as he cut through a Naga.
“I have no idea!”
Simon answered while kicking another Naga aside.
Had there been some kind of mechanism built into the Disperser? He didn’t know the exact cause, but one thing was certain: the moment it was destroyed, a wavelength so powerful that even humans could feel it had rippled outward.
“Simon! What do we do now—mph!”
Whoosh!
Arthur dropped low reflexively. A massive scythe swept past, shearing away a few strands of his red hair.
It was the Chaos Reaper Simon had summoned.
“Gahhh! W-what are you doing, Simon?!”
“Sorry! But I’m not doing this on purpose!”
The chaos reserves in the Magic Circle were nearly depleted, and the rampaging Chaos Reaper had begun attacking its own allies.
Simon strained to control the Magic Circle as he spoke.
“Just keep your head down like that!”
In a way, this timing was perfect.
As Simon dodged the Chaos Reaper’s attacks, he manipulated the Chaos Magic Circle affixed to his waist.
‘Release!’
The Chaos Reaper’s summoning dissolved and melted away, and his body transformed into hundreds of chaotic strands that shot skyward.
A wide-area chaos bombardment spell that could be cast by sacrificing the Reaper.

“Arthur! We need to get out of here and figure this out later!”
Simon grabbed Arthur by the scruff and bolted across the ground.
“Huh? Ahhhhh!”
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
Violet slashes rained down upon the area and tore through it in a frenzy. The Nagas were shredded by the onslaught, and a panicking Arthur shrieked in terror.
‘Internal Blackness Eruption!’
Dark Element droplets beaded across Simon’s body. He slipped away from the battlefield being ravaged by bombardment, leaving it behind without a backward glance.

* * *
At the same moment, Deimos Museum.
“Damn it, what now?”
Malcolm, who had cut through his bonds with Blood Poison and escaped, gazed out from the museum.
He’d told Simon where the Disperser was located, so the bastard had definitely smashed it. Yet somehow a far stronger wavelength was spreading now, rippling across Parona and reaching even to the Sea.
“Could it be…?”
“That suspicion is correct, sir.”
Malcolm spun around in shock. A man in a black suit was bowing before him.
“…Did Father send you?”
“Yes.”
Cold sweat drenched the back of Malcolm’s head.
How much had this bastard seen?
“Father must have given me this task alone.”
“Yes, that’s correct. I have no involvement in the mission itself—I’m merely an observer.”
The man lifted his head to meet Malcolm’s gaze.
“And this Disperser has been specially designed so that the moment the Barrier is damaged, it will sacrifice its core to generate an ultra-wide-range wavelength.”
“……What?”
“The boss has already seen through your soft resolve.”
That you would leak information to a third party, that you would destroy the Disperser rather than retrieve it—Margel had read it all. That was what it meant.
“This is the boss’s final message to you.”
His eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
“If you want to save your mother, stop playing games and steal the object. Bring it back.”
Crunch.
Malcolm bit his lip until blood came. His fists, veins standing taut, trembled violently.
“Then I hope you’ll complete the mission.”
The man left those words behind and vanished through the door.
‘Damn it!’
He could simply retrieve the object directly—but the fact that his father had left it to Malcolm and then departed suggested something else entirely.
Father Margel was testing him.
‘Damn it!’
He ground his teeth and lifted his head.
There it was—the Deimos Skull that Margel had ordered him to bring.

* * *
The response from Parona was swift and efficient.
Having prepared defenses against the Randolph Gang’s assault, the evacuation protocol functioned flawlessly.
First, residents and tourists were rushed into the lord’s castle, which stood behind city walls. Though the walls and gates were aged, the Necromancers employed by the Parona lord had reinforced them by raising a Barrier.
Still, with so many Nagas converging on the castle, most of the Necromancers had ventured outside to face the monsters directly while conducting rescue operations.
The fact that casualties remained light relative to the scale of the disaster was nothing short of miraculous.
And inside Parona Lord’s Castle.
“We are truly grateful for your assistance, people of Kizen!”
A Necromancer from Parona bowed deeply.
“Without you, a catastrophe would surely have unfolded.”
Merin and Kamibarez, now dressed in Kizen uniforms, received the gratitude with smiling faces. The Necromancer’s eyes fell upon the crimson badges pinned to the collar of their shirts.
“Would you perhaps like to assume command? You’re welcome to directly oversee Parona’s Necromancers…….”
Merin waved her hand dismissively.
“No, no! That won’t be necessary. Truth be told, we haven’t even held our opening ceremony yet, so we’re not quite full second-years.”
Kamibarez clenched her small fist tightly as she spoke.
“But if there’s anything we can help with, please tell us!”
“You would? We’re truly grateful! Our Necromancers are holding back the Nagas at the beach, but we’re critically short-staffed. Your assistance would be invaluable!”
Merin turned to look at Kamibarez.
“Kamibarez, you can keep fighting, right?”
“Yes!”
“Then let’s head out immediately. Time to show Kizen Student Council’s true strength!”
Merin felt an almost obsessive need to contain this crisis perfectly.
In a way, her timing was terribly unlucky. A disaster had erupted at their travel destination just as the new student council was about to launch.
With the council president and officers on site, if they failed to prevent this catastrophe, school opinion would deteriorate rapidly—that much was certain. In the worst case, the 330th-generation student council centered on Simon might cease to exist altogether.
‘I can’t let that happen!’
Merin’s eyes blazed with fierce determination.
The student council was a precious opportunity to stay together with Team 7.
Of course, beyond that reason, she wanted to show Serne—make her see, no less—that she now stood as Kizen’s “number two” with Simon at her side. What kind of expression would Serne wear then? The mere thought sent a thrill through her.
‘I absolutely cannot lose this vice-president position!’
“Merin?”
Kamibarez tilted her head.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing! Let’s go!”
The beach the Parona Necromancer had described was less than ten minutes’ walk from the lord’s castle.
As the two of them made their way out of the castle, they spotted two boys heading toward it.
“Merin! Kamibarez!”
It was Simon and Arthur.
“Simon!”
Kamibarez beamed and waved her hand. Merin too smiled with relief.
“Hey! Why are you so late?”
“Sorry.”
Simon stopped, breathing hard. Kamibarez glanced at Arthur, who stood beside him.
“And who’s this?”
“My name is Arthur Bleman! I’m also employed by Parona’s forces, fighting on their behalf!”
“Says he’s the Mercenary King.”
Simon added. Both girls’ eyes widened in disbelief.
“He’s lying through his teeth.”
Then Merin’s gaze sharpened.
“The current Mercenary King is Liotamus Bleman! Who are you, and why are you impersonating him? This is suspicious.”
Arthur jumped to his feet.
“That, that man is my grandfather! I’m the Mercenary King now! Really! Please believe me!”
Unable to bear injustice even in death, tears glistened at the corners of his eyes again.
“I fought alongside him—he doesn’t seem like a bad person. Anyway, let’s start with what happened.”
Simon explained everything from the beginning: his encounter and fight with Malcolm, through to the destruction of the Disperser.
As Merin listened, anger flashed across her face and she swept her hair back.
“Ugh! I’m furious! That doppelgänger bastard put my vice-chairmanship in jeopardy, didn’t he?”
“What?”
“No, never mind! So Malcolm was the root cause of all this?”
“Malcolm is just a pawn. If we’re naming the true culprit, it’s the Randolph Gang and their boss.”
Rustle.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps crushing grass came from behind. Arthur reacted instantly, gripping his sword, but two arms shot out from the bushes and a playful voice called out.
“It’s people! People!”
The three faces brightened. Seeing their reaction, Arthur lowered his sword.
“I heard Simon’s voice, and here everyone is gathered?”
It was Dick. He too bore the marks of fierce combat—his school uniform was caked with dirt.
“Commoner! What have you been up to, showing up now?”
“Gathering information here and there.”
Dick gave a brief report on the current situation, and Simon explained the Disperser to him in turn.
“Then let me lay it out.”
Dick sat down and unfolded a map of the Parona Peninsula. The four gathered around it.
“Here is the Parona Peninsula.”
Dick pointed to the region jutting out from the continent. Three sides were bordered by sea, and the north, facing inland, was blocked by a high mountain range.
“The Lord’s Castle is located about here.”
The Lord’s Castle sat at the southernmost point of the Parona Peninsula. Below it lay the sea, and further south lay Parona Island.
“Originally, the Naga attacks were coming from all along the Parona coast, right? But destroying the Disperser changed the situation a bit.”
“How so?”
“The Naga from the south living around Parona Island and its waters have started moving up.”
Parona Island was a zone where monsters swarmed so densely that entry by ordinary people was forbidden. But as the wavelength spread widely, even the Naga inhabiting the island and nearby shores were affected.
“Now the Naga’s invasion route is this one.”
Dick drew an arrow pointing from Parona Island upward toward the peninsula. The arrow crossed the sea and touched the beach—the exact position where the Necromancers were fighting now.
“Fair warning: there are obscenely many of them.”
Dick spoke with grim certainty.
“I sent up an Observer to scout, and the entire sea is blackened with Naga.”
The four of them stiffened visibly as they took in the news.
Arthur in particular was tearing at his own hair in distress.
“Oh God, could all this be because I destroyed the Disperser—?”
Dick shook his head.
“The Naga from the island would have attacked regardless—sooner or later, Mercenary King.”
“Then what do we do now?”
Kamibarez asked.
“The one saving grace is that the Naga’s route of advance is uniform.”
Dick emphasized the arrow he had drawn, marking it again with his quill pen.
“There are so many Naga crowded together that traffic is backing up. Normally, if their own kind blocked the way, they’d circle around, right? But these bastards seem to have gone collectively insane—they just keep pushing forward.”
Simon, listening to the explanation, spoke up.
“The strong wavelength radiating from the Disperser must be the problem. A movement command got lodged in their minds.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Dick nodded at once in agreement.
“That’s it! So the monsters have become as brainless as Undead?”
“Then our task is clear!”
Kamibarez pointed at the beach with the tip of her finger.
“We bottle them up here!”
“Right. Kamibarez.”
The Naga spent most of their time in the sea, but the moment they emerged from the water, their body color shifted as they adapted to land—and that transition window was their opening. Kamibarez and Dick both agreed: strike then.
“But there are too many of them.”
Merin planted her fists on her hips.
“You said they blanket the sea black? Even if we pushed hard, our Dark Element reserves would dry up in four or five hours, wouldn’t they?”
“Hmm…….”
True enough—pure endurance wasn’t the answer. The Parona Peninsula lay so remote that reinforcements would take considerable time to arrive.
Yet they didn’t possess the raw firepower to sweep away every Naga bobbing in the middle of the sea in one blow.
The four of them huddled together, turning the problem over in their minds. Someone suggested evacuating civilians from the Lord’s Castle and heading toward the mountains instead, but that held no practical weight either.
And Simon, eyes closed and lost in thought apart from the others, was letting his imagination wander down a completely different path.
“Everyone.”
Simon’s eyes opened.
“There’s one way.”
“Huh?”
“Remember? Tomorrow, the mature Deimos will pass through these waters leading a whole swarm of sea creatures.”
“Yeah, of course we thought about that.”
Dick said as much, using a quill pen to mark the sea passage between Parona Peninsula and Parona Island on the map.
“If Deimos leads his sea monsters through that choke point, they’ll fight among themselves—that’s good for us. But Deimos won’t arrive until tomorrow afternoon. He won’t move any faster just for us.”
Arthur nodded in agreement.
“Regardless of the outcome, by tomorrow afternoon the Naga will already have their feet on Parona soil! What good is Deimos passing through then?”
All four of them were pessimistic about the plan—but Simon’s eyes shone with sudden clarity.
“But there’s more than one Deimos, is there?”
“?”
Simon stood up abruptly as he spoke.
“Leave this to me. You focus on holding the coastline.”
“Hey, Simon! Where are you going?”
Simon burst up from the strategy session and bolted toward who-knew-where. Merin rose to follow—
“Let him go. Simon’s got something up his sleeve.”
Dick shrugged.
“Wait…….”
Kamibarez spoke hesitantly.
“Simon has a juvenile Deimos summon, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah, that one. Why?”
“He’s not planning to use his undead Deimos to fight the mature one coming now and steal its army……is he?”
Come to think of it—
According to what they’d learned at the museum, Deimos had a habit: when they encountered each other in their own waters, they’d fight and seize each other’s forces.
Merin and Dick burst out laughing.
“Come on, Kamibarez. Even for Simon, that’s crazy.”
“Haha! Right. That makes no sense. How could an undead—”
Both their gazes snapped forward.
“Get back here, you lunatic!”

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