Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 466

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 466
“How have you been? Arthur.”
The moment Arthur saw Simon’s face, his eyes glistened with emotion.
“Simon!!”
He rushed forward and swept Simon into an embrace. Simon felt the breath suddenly knocked from his lungs by the force of it.
“I missed you so much! I never thought we’d meet again so soon! I was so disappointed we couldn’t say a proper goodbye on the Parona Peninsula!”
“Wait, hold on!”
Simon let out a forced laugh.
“Calm down, Arthur.”
Only then did Arthur release him and step back. He didn’t even have that impressive a build, yet his strength and stamina were like a gorilla’s.
“Let’s sort out this situation first, then we can talk.”
Simon glanced around.
Gang members lay scattered across the ground, while others were pinned against the wall by Simon’s Bone Armor, struggling and groaning. Two more of them were sleeping in Simon’s pocket dimension.
Simon opened his mouth.
“I’m going to ask you all a few questions now.”
He walked toward the gang members pinned to the wall and opened a subspace.
“You’ve heard the rumors about necromancers, haven’t you? If I don’t get a satisfactory answer, I’ll turn you into beings that can never die.”
Zombies poured out from within, making grotesque “uuuurgh” sounds while drool streamed from their mouths. The gang members’ faces turned deathly pale.
“You bastard!”
One of them screamed out.
“Try it and see! Do you know what happens to a necromancer who lays hands on civilians without——!”
Simon’s expression remained blank as he slipped off his outer robe, revealing the black school uniform beneath. The Kizen emblem visible on his chest made their expressions grow even more rigid.
A necromancer affiliated with Kizen.
Even first-year students possessed investigative authority within the Dark Alliance.
“Then, the first question.”
Simon adjusted his robe and continued.
“Tell me your organization.”
“…….”
They desperately avoided his gaze and clamped their mouths shut. Simon let out a long sigh.
“I didn’t want bloodshed from the first question.”
The moment the words left his mouth, the zombies began shuffling forward with their jaws hanging open.
“No, you can’t! Simon!”
Arthur grabbed Simon with a panicked expression.
“Even Kizen can’t kill people like this!!”
‘You really are something.’
Simon shot Arthur a sharp look.
Of course it was an act. If you got fooled before even deceiving your enemy, what good were you?
But an unexpected development occurred.
Arthur’s desperate efforts to stop Simon actually amplified the gang members’ terror. Thinking he was really about to kill them, they all began trembling and thrashing their limbs in convulsive panic.
These people were truly terrified.
“Let go, Arthur.”
Simon decided to capitalize on Arthur’s actions with a quick read of the situation.
“I’ll make an example of a few of them.”
Arthur desperately tried to restrain him while the zombies drooled and crept toward the gang members’ faces.
“What the hell is that bastard doing?!”
Someone finally screamed out in desperation.
‘That bastard?’
Simon’s eyes gleamed sharply.
“Hurry!!”
“We’re really going to die like this!”
Were there other allies nearby? Simon scanned the surroundings but detected no other presence.
‘Hmm?’
Then Simon noticed something black and gleaming beneath the clothing of one of the unconscious gang members. He quickly approached and pulled back the man’s shirt, revealing a vivid magical circle drawn across his chest.
Scatter——
And then.
The man’s body dissolved like dust and vanished.
‘What——?’
Scatter——
Scatter——
The other gang members too. All their bodies were crumbling like sand and disappearing.
‘Blast!’
Simon pulled a black feather from his pocket and quickly slipped it into the clothes of the gang member who was fading away last, caught in the Sleep spell.
As that gang member scattered and vanished along with the feather, all the gang members disappeared from the scene.
“W-what just happened?”
Arthur looked around in bewilderment. Simon brushed his hands clean and spoke.
“Looks like there was another necromancer on their side.”
What had been inscribed on these gang members’ abdomens was a Permanent Magic Circle.
To have carved a Darkness-aspected Permanent Magic Circle into ordinary people without Cores—their lifespans must have been cut in half with each use.
‘What’s their goal?’
These weren’t simple bandits.
Dozens of them—a suicide squad.
And all they’d gained in exchange for half their lives was the technique to vanish without being caught.
“Arthur. Do you have any idea why those people targeted you?”
Arthur, who had been staring blankly around him, snapped to attention and answered.
“No, I don’t. My colleagues just hired a guide, so I went along with them.”
“……You really are something.”
Simon let out a wry laugh.
“But Simon! Did you really turn those people into undead?”
“Of course it was an act.”
“It was an act? Wow! Wow! Oh, so you were just trying to scare them into talking! I completely fell for it!”
Simon scratched the back of his neck.
‘If you’re really coming to Kizen, you’re going to have a rough time.’

* * *
The two walked together, catching up on recent happenings. Arthur said he’d arrived in Langoustin yesterday but spent the entire day lost.
Fortunately, he had a note with the address written on it.
“It’s close from here. I’ll take you.”
At those words, Arthur broke into a broad grin.
“Phew! Thank goodness! The streets of Langoustin are so complicated—I can’t make sense of anything!”
“I had a hard time navigating when I was a 1st Year too.”
The two walked side by side, exchanging conversation.
“What brings you to Langoustin, Simon?”
“Just some school business for a bit.”
“Oh, right!”
Arthur bowed his head sharply.
“My apologies! Let me address you properly. Simon!”
“Hm?”
“I’m actually entering Kizen tomorrow! Haha!”
So Arthur was indeed a Kizen freshman.
The boys and girls wandering lost through Langoustin at this hour were probably all Kizen matriculants.
But.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ah.”
Simon, whose mind had grown pleasantly foggy, let out an embarrassed cough.
In truth, hearing the word “senior” spoken aloud for the first time had made his heart skip.
“Just surprised, that’s all.”
“Haha! Did I catch you off guard? And I’m entering as a Special Admission Student!”
Of course he would be—he was an active Mercenary King.
From what Simon had seen back in Parona, he had abundant battle experience and remarkable talent.
By any measure, he was prime material for Special Case #1.
“I’m actually a Special Admission Student too. I entered as Special Case #1.”
“Oh wow! What a coincidence!”
A 1st Year freshman at Kizen, knowing nothing about the world.
Simon felt his own image from a year ago reflected in Arthur.
That made him feel all the fonder of him.
The more he spoke with him, the more he found himself drifting into nostalgia.
“Did you buy your textbooks?”
“Not yet! I was planning to go to the bookstore today.”
Simon cleared his throat and spoke.
“I’m going to the bookstore today too. If you don’t mind, would you like me to show you the way……?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
Arthur broke into a wide smile.
“I promised to go with my mercenary companions!”
Simon wiped sweat from his brow.
“I, I see. Well, there’s nothing to be done about it, then.”
“Look, there they are!”
In the distance, Arthur’s companions had come into view.
They were unmistakably dressed as mercenaries.
“Arthur!!”
They came rushing over, immediately scolding him for being late and worrying them half to death.
Simon watched from a distance, seeing plainly how much they cared for Arthur.
“Thank you for bringing Arthur back.”
One of the female mercenaries approached and bowed respectfully.
“Not at all. I was simply doing what needed to be done.”
Simon raised his hand as he looked at Arthur.
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow on the ship to Kizen. Arthur.”
“Yes! Thank you!”
Having delivered Arthur to his companions, Simon wandered the streets of Langoustin in his robes, taking his time with each step.
Today was free time.
He could do whatever he pleased.
As a Kizen student, he spotted what appeared to be freshmen scattered throughout the city.
Part of him itched to ask them what subjects they’d chosen, whether they’d met their admired professors, or to correct the occasional rumor that had gotten twisted—but he held back, not wanting to be seen as strange.
He arrived at the bookstore.
Only certain bookstores carried Kizen textbooks, and this one was predictably crowded with what looked like Kizen freshmen.
‘Brings back memories.’
Young men and women from all corners of the continent were choosing books, each consulting the textbook list that had come with their Kizen admission letter.
“Poison Magic? That’s such a fun subject name!”
“Ugh, look at the illustration here. That skeleton looks terrifying.”
“I don’t think I’d even want to touch it~”
Simon drifted through the store with an easy smile on his face.
‘They’re adorable.’
Knowing they’d all become his juniors, he found them impossibly endearing—little chicks chirping about subjects and professors they didn’t yet understand, clutching armfuls of books as they scurried toward the counter.
Several freshmen had already made friends in the store, striking up conversations with casual “You’re a freshman too, right?” before hitting it off immediately.
‘Well, enough of that. I should get to my own business.’
The second-year textbooks were shelved deeper into the store. Simon ambled over and collected the ones he needed.
‘Intermediate Major: Summoning Studies. Already checked the author.’
He’d decided to buy all three major textbooks here.
For general courses, he wouldn’t know which ones to take until registration, so he’d have to buy those in Rochester.
Simon tucked his textbooks under his arm and headed toward the counter when—
“Nngh! Ngh!”
A girl stood on her tiptoes at the highest shelf, straining with all her might to reach a book.
Simon immediately recognized her as a freshman.
“Need some help?”
The girl glanced at him briefly, then returned her focus to her task.
“I’ve got it.”
She said so, but beads of sweat dotted her forehead as she strained, and the shelf itself was wobbling dangerously—books above threatened to tumble down on her.
Simon walked over slowly, plucked the book she wanted, and gently placed it on top of her stack. Then he continued toward the counter as if he’d seen nothing.
“…Thanks.”
Her voice reached him from behind.
He turned to see her looking embarrassed, her lip jutting out slightly as she acknowledged him. Simon turned fully and smiled back.
“Not a problem.”
“Hmm—”
She stomped toward him.
“Hey, you’re a freshman too, aren’t you?”
“I’m a second-year.”
“Ha ha ha! Don’t lie!”
She laughed cheerfully and patted his arm repeatedly.
“You’re clearly about our age!”
She had a point.
Second-years and first-years were only a year apart anyway, so technically they were peers.
“Oh, I’m so excited about the entrance ceremony. Aren’t you?”
But the girl had already made up her mind that Simon was a freshman, on her own terms.
“You’re not excited?”
“Of course I am.”
Because my friends and I organized the whole ceremony.
“I’m at Kizen. I still can’t believe it!”
She didn’t give Simon a chance to speak, rattling on with breathless enthusiasm.
“I came from far away. From the Euren Territory in the Kalos Kingdom! Where are you from?”
“Resshil in the Baldwin Kingdom.”
“Resshil? Never heard of it. Anyway, nice to meet you! I’m Heidi Peris.”
She extended her hand. Simon hesitated for a moment, then took it.
“I’m Simon Polentia.”
“Huh? That name sounds familiar.”
She shook his hand vigorously, then scanned his face with an amused smile.
“Ha, is this your first time holding a girl’s hand?”
“Oh, no. It’s not like that…”
“Suuuure it isn’t.”
Heidi was a mischievous girl. As she chattered and walked, she caught sight of a glittering red mark visible inside Simon’s robe.
“That’s pretty. What is it?”
Simon answered plainly.
“Kizen 2nd Year Symbol.”
“Oh come on! Don’t lie to me!”
“…I’m serious.”
She burst out laughing.
“A dense kid like you, a 2nd year? Is that how you’re trying to get me to talk formally to you? Did you think I’d fall for that?”
“No, it’s not like that…”
“The 2nd years went ahead to… what’s it called? Luku? No, Lukesum! You didn’t think I’d find out?”
“It’s Rocksum. And I’m just here to guide the freshman—”
Bwahahahahaha!
Now she was bent double with laughter.
“Oh my gods, what’s your concept exactly? This is too funny! Don’t you think your own excuse doesn’t make sense?”
Well, she had a point. Student guidance was usually done by professors, not 2nd years.
Simon didn’t bother pressing the issue.
‘She’ll believe me when we meet on the ship tomorrow.’
And so the textbook transaction was completed.
Simon had wanted to show Heidi himself purchasing 2nd year textbooks, but so many freshmen had crowded the shop that she was directed by a clerk to a different counter.
“Well, it was nice meeting you anyway,” she said.
Heidi spoke from outside the bookstore.
“Pretend we don’t know each other at school.”
“Got it.”
“Alright then, my mom’s waiting at the lodging. I’m heading out!”
Heidi waved and dashed into the alley. Simon waved back.
“See you tomorrow, Heidi.”
“See you!”

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Langoustin’s distinctive cramped and shabby alley.
Heidi emerged from the bookstore, clutching a textbook to her chest, walking with confident strides.
“Man, that Simon guy really is funny.”
She still felt the lingering warmth of meeting a new friend in Langoustin.
“On the other hand, I’m a bit worried. How’s a clumsy, dense kid like that going to survive at Kizen? Maybe I should help him out.”
Click.
Something fell in the surroundings. She turned her head toward the sound, but then continued walking.
“Must be rats. Ugh, I hate big cities.”
She moved forward again.
Click.
Tap.
Thud.
But then subtle sounds of movement began to echo around her.
The noise was too loud to be just rats.
‘…It couldn’t be a rat, could it?’
Strange or not, anxiety had begun to creep in, and her pace quickened steadily.
Tap.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
She was sprinting through the alley at full speed now.
Winding through the maze of passages, she caught sight of it ahead—a broad, open street where carriages moved freely.
‘Made it! Almost there…!’
Snatch!
Her vision went dark. At the same moment, something rough pressed against her mouth and nose, stifling her cry.
“Mmph! Ugh!”
She thrashed violently, but her consciousness grew hazier with each passing second until finally she slipped into darkness.
Around her stood figures draped in robes.
Whissshhh—
Their bodies crumbled like dust and vanished.

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