Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 465

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 465
A sprawling metropolis where enormous brick buildings and maze-like alleys wound in crooked patterns around the plaza.
Langoustin, the capital of the Dresden Kingdom.
Simon, who had been preparing for the Entrance Ceremony, suddenly arrived here by way of a Teleport Magic Circle.
“……I never thought I’d end up coming here like this.”
The chain of events began with Jane’s instructions as she entered the Grand Hall.
—Recently, the school has faced a shortage of faculty due to various issues. So I’d like you, as Student Council President, to go directly to Langoustin and escort the new students to Rocksum.
Simon was taken aback, but Jane spoke with remarkable composure.
—Normally, a professor should personally escort the new students, but given the circumstances, I’m asking this of the Student Council President. You’re a second-year student, so you’ve ridden the Underworld Whale a few times, yes? I’ll explain the details on-site.
There are four other ways to enter Rocksum besides the Underworld Whale; Dick is handling the escort for those coming by the large flying monster bird. Merin and Kamibarez are staying at the school to finish the Entrance Ceremony preparations.
So Simon crossed over to Langoustin using a Teleport Magic Circle.
‘This feels strange.’
It seems like only yesterday that I received the admission letter at Resshil and boarded the ship, nerves wound tight. Now I’m the one escorting the new students.
It was a peculiar sensation.
‘Alright, let’s do this!’
Simon moved forward with renewed vigor.
As he walked, watching the vast sea stretch before him, he spotted a familiar dock in the distance. A large ship was being prepared at the dock, and people bustled about, repairing the vessel or moving cargo.
“Bring that box over here!”
“Be careful—don’t break the bottles!”
Simon walked through the clamor of workers hurrying about their tasks.
The workers who had been lounging about and smoking cigars caught sight of the Student Council Armband on Simon’s arm and scrambled to their feet in alarm.
Scrape.
Shuffle.
Then they bowed deeply. Simon accepted their greeting with equal politeness.
As Simon passed, the workers whispered among themselves in hushed tones.
“That’s him, right? The new Student Council President this year.”
“Yeah. The kid’s polished and well-mannered.”
“First day jitters—he wants to make a good impression. But give it a week, tops.”
The workers exchanged quiet gossip before turning back to their work.
Just then, a man in uniform bounded down from the ship.
“Ah, welcome, Student Council President!”
The Kizen emblem was visible on the man’s uniform chest. A Kizen headquarters employee.
The two shook hands and smiled at each other.
“We received word from the school and have been waiting for you! Let’s do our best tomorrow.”
“Of course, thank you so much. What can I help with?”
Simon rolled up his sleeves eagerly, but the employee shook his head.
“Ship repairs are the technicians’ work, and the cleaning and miscellaneous tasks are nearly finished. Since you’re taking charge of student escort, all you need to do is arrive here by five in the morning tomorrow.”
Simon blinked. He’d thought everything would be frantically busy, but it was apparently already done.
“Until then, you’re free.”
The employee held out a card. On the front was the Kizen emblem, and the back had space for writing.
“We’ll provide lodging and meals. Go anywhere in Langoustin and show this card—the bearer will write down the cost on the back. You can give it to me tomorrow.”
“Ah, thank you so much.”
Simon accepted it with a bewildered expression.
“Um, is that really all there is to it?”
“Yes! That’s all. Take it easy and enjoy your free time.”
The headquarters employee smiled.
“Starting tomorrow, you’ll be incredibly busy.”

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So Simon unexpectedly found himself with free time.
“Well then.”
Simon stretched and began walking through the streets.
‘I was supposed to meet Neftis this evening, but things have changed.’
Still, it was Vice-Chancellor Jane’s orders, so Neftis would surely know the situation had shifted. As Student Council President, I can meet with her another time.
Rather, Simon considered it great fortune to have come to Langoustin before the semester properly began.
‘I should buy all my Summoning Studies materials and textbooks here!’
Rochester, the Student City located within Rocksum, had expensive prices. Buying materials in Langoustin, being on the mainland, would save far more money.
He would have liked to buy things for Toto as well if he could contact him, but Toto had probably set out shopping on his own by now.
Simon let go of the thought and entered a familiar alley.
‘Getting to Cambelod from here should be simple enough.’
The signs and building addresses scattered throughout the Alley were clear enough that there was little risk of getting lost.
Following the winding path at a leisurely pace, Simon soon spotted a place he recognized.
That first day he’d arrived in the metropolis after leaving Resshil. He’d followed a strange gang member posing as a guide, gotten into a fight, and received Lorain’s help.
‘Those old days feel like a lifetime ago.’
A smile tugged at the corner of Simon’s mouth.
‘That person who tried to con me back then, claiming to be a guide—it was definitely….’
“You had me worried, customer! It’s truly dangerous for outsiders to wander Langoustin alone without a guide, you know.”
Simon came to an abrupt halt.
What did he just say?
“Bad people trying to fleece naive travelers are swarming this city like rats! Just trust me and follow along, and you’ll be fine.”
“Haha, of course! I’ll trust you completely, guide!”
That script—incredibly familiar lines.
Simon quickened his pace, slipped into the shadows between buildings, and craned his neck toward the direction of the voices.
He could see a man claiming to be a guide rattling on endlessly. Beside him stood a wide-eyed, red-haired boy with an innocent expression, grinning happily.
‘Wait! What’s he doing here?’
He’d seen that face before somewhere.
It was Arthur, the mercenary king Simon had met on the Parona Peninsula.
“Hahahaha!”
Arthur laughed freely as he spoke with the guide, showing no sign of suspicion whatsoever.
‘It’s obvious he’s being duped.’
Simon was weighing when to step in.
Snap.
The guide’s expression turned cold. He stopped walking, and Arthur stopped right behind him.
“Ah, we’re here then? My colleagues are…”
“I can’t speak for your colleagues.”
Click!
The guide snapped his fingers. Suddenly, armed men came pouring out from all corners of the Alley.
“But my colleagues are right here.”
‘Just as I thought.’
Simon, watching from the shadows, let out a sigh.
“Hey, signal. Aren’t you coming out?”
A gang member was hiding in Simon’s Alley as well. He’d mistaken Simon for one of his own since Simon was standing in the darkness wearing a robe.
“Yeah, I’m coming.”
Simon replied casually as he walked forward.
Crunch.
The gang member crumpled to the ground, foaming at the mouth, never knowing what hit him.
Simon dusted off his hands lightly and moved closer.
The guide was drawing a Dagger from his pocket, speaking with self-satisfied pride.
“Well, you’ve figured out the situation. Come quietly with us, and nobody has to get hurt.”
“Yes!”
Arthur nodded vigorously, his head bobbing back and forth.
‘Hm?’
The guide’s expression shifted to confusion at this unexpected response.
Had he misunderstood? He tried again.
“Ahem! Come quietly, and nobody gets hurt—”
“Haha! Of course! If I get hurt, that’d be bad, right? That’s why I followed the guide in the first place! Let’s go then! Oh! Hello, guide’s colleagues! I’m Arthur!”
Every face went blank.
‘…People really don’t change easily.’
Simon leaned his back against the building wall with a wry smile.
“Well, fine. Since you say you’ll come along, you won’t need to shed blood—that works for us.”
The guide seemed to have decided to simply go along with it.
“First, that thing on your back—that’s a sword, right? Put it down.”
“Hm?”
Arthur blinked his innocent eyes.
“Why?”
“You crazy bastard, are you playing games with me? When someone’s being robbed, they drop their weapons—it’s obvious. What do you mean ‘why’!”
Arthur’s gaze shifted.
Toward the guide’s colleagues, armed and encircling them.
Toward the guide, whose demeanor had suddenly hardened.
Toward the demand to put down his weapon.
“No way.”
Arthur’s mouth fell open.
“If I put down my weapon, you’ll do something terrible to me…… You lot! You were actually bad people all along!”
“Damn it! You’re only figuring that out now?!”
The guide’s face flushed crimson.
“That’s enough! Just take him!”
The men rushed forward with weapons raised. Arthur’s face hardened as he brought his hand behind his back.
“……I thought you were my friend.”
Flutter!
The red wrapping cloth that had bound the sword whipped away on the wind.
“The first friend I made in the Dresden Kingdom. I swore I’d treasure you so much!”
“What are you babbling about, you crazy bas―”
Crack!
Light flashed, and the leading man’s face crumpled like tin before he hurtled backward into a stone wall of a building.
Rumble!
The wall collapsed, dust rising in a cloud.
“What the―”
The men’s eyes went wide as saucers.
Arthur lifted his head, trembling, his eyes burning with immense fury.
“You trampled on my heart!”
Ring!
The boy’s fierce presence made the gang members flinch. Their leader shouted.
“Don’t back down! Rush him all at once!”
Weapons swung from all directions. Arthur dodged with nimble footwork, bringing the hilt of his blade down hard on the back of a gang member’s head.
Thud!
The man’s skull cracked through the floor tiles.
Crack!
A kick followed, and another body bent backward.
Smash!
His scabbard crushed the nose of a man thrusting a spear from behind.
“I’ll never forgive you!”
“What―what is this little guy?!”
Thwack!
Crunch!
Snap!
Crack!
As the enraged Arthur cut through their ranks, gang members sprawled across the ground, blood spraying, joints twisted at unnatural angles.
“Surround him! Fight in formation!”
The gang’s leader barked orders.
“Don’t give him―ugh!”
He didn’t finish his sentence before something struck him.
Bang!
“Argh!”
Dark bones suddenly wrapped around his body, pinning him to the wall.
“What―what is this?!”
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Three more gang members lined up beside him, all fixed to the wall in identical poses, arms and legs locked by bone.
“Ack!”
“Free us! I can’t move!”
A boy in a Black Robe walked forward beside Arthur, who fought without pause.
His fingers flicked with rhythmic precision.
Clink!
Metallic clang!
With each movement of his fingers, bones flew in all directions, binding the men against the walls. Arthur caught the sight late and spoke.
“Who are you……”
Thud!
A man targeting Arthur from behind was struck in the back of the head by a bone and collapsed. Arthur spun around in shock, and the boy grinned.
“Be careful~ Arthur.”
It was a familiar voice. But Arthur had no time to ask—he was forced to draw his blade again.
“That bastard! He’s a Necromancer!”
One of the gang members, sword drawn, rushed toward the robed boy.
“Forget the fool—take down this one first!”
The boy smirked and moved his fingers.
Whoosh—
Several bone fragments fell away from the bones binding the gang members, then shot like arrows toward the boy.
In midair, they assembled themselves—torso, limbs, face clicking into place—until a Skeleton stood complete.
“What—Undead?!”
The fully assembled Skeleton descended and swung its blade.
Clang!
Skeleton and gang member locked swords, straining against each other. Arthur’s eyes widened.
‘Incredible! It’s the most intricate Skeleton Control I’ve ever seen!’
“Huurgh!”
The gang member parried the Skeleton’s sword and swung horizontally. The Skeleton’s body was severed at the waist.
“Ha!”
The gang member let out a mocking laugh, but the fragments of the Skeleton he thought halved flew straight toward him and began sticking to his body piece by piece.
Bone Armor
In an instant, his entire body was covered in bone, and he screamed in agony.
Unable to control his own limbs, he dropped his sword and grabbed a fallen hammer nearby.
“S-s-stop!”
Crack!
He brought the hammer down on his own face and collapsed.
“Surround the Necromancer!”
Rumble!
The gang members formed a circle around the robed boy.
“You know what’s funny?”
As the boy’s fingers danced, garbage piles scattered throughout the alley moved as if alive. Discarded wrappers and bags were torn open, releasing more bone fragments that hung suspended in the air.
Soon the fragments began fitting together. Bones of different shapes and sizes creaked and groaned as they assembled into Skeleton forms.
“This building ahead is a bone repository.”
Crack!
Click!
The Skeletons, fully formed, snatched up weapons from the ground and began fighting the gang members.
‘Wow.’
Arthur forgot to swing his blade, too captivated by this mysterious boy’s Skeleton Control.
It was beautiful.
Though Skeletons were merely the fundamentals of Summoning Studies, the skill with which he wielded them bordered on art.
His precision, his control—and the sophistication of his Cross Operation pushed technique to its absolute peak.
Thud.
Thump!
The gang members fell one by one. The boy turned his head.
“Just two left now.”
He looked at the two figures standing furthest back.
They flinched, spun around, and fled. The boy who commanded the Undead kicked off the ground and charged after them directly.
Whoosh.
In a heartbeat, the boy had passed them, his arms crossed.
Thud! Thud!
Their bodies crumpled like puppet strings had been cut. Arthur approached with an alarmed expression.
“Did you… kill them?”
“No.”
The boy turned to Arthur and smiled.
“Just put them to sleep.”
It was true. In the middle of the fight, they had suddenly begun snoring, fast asleep. Using the scattered bone fragments, the boy pinned them to the wall.
Now all of those who had attacked Arthur were either lying on the ground or fixed by bone, writhing and cursing.
“Thank you so much for saving me!”
Arthur bowed his head.
“May I ask… who you are?”
The boy grasped the edge of his hood and pulled it back over his head.
Blue hair tumbled free as Simon finally revealed his face.
“Long time no see, Arthur.”

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