Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 48

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy — Episode 48
Simon listened to the whole story from Pier.
Simon, who had taken the incoming attack meant for Elizaveta, lost consciousness on the spot, and Pier and Elizaveta formed a temporary alliance to face their common enemy.
Together, they captured the Priestess. According to Pier, it was a surprisingly anticlimactic battle.
“Come on down here, would you?”
Simon decided to hear what she had to say.
The Priestess, who descended from the ceiling before suffocating on the campfire smoke, knelt there swathed entirely in spider silk.
“Thank you! Thank you! Waaaaaah! I was so scared!”
She wept openly—unmistakably young. To look at her, she seemed his own age or perhaps a year or two older.
“I don’t think this is the time for thanks yet. Answer my questions.”
“Yes! *Sniff!*”
“Are you a student of Elfnel?”
It was a crucial question. Though Kizen and Elfnel maintained a ceasefire, they remained sworn enemies, and releasing her could create serious problems.
But she shook her head frantically, denying it.
“No, absolutely not!”
[Heh heh! Lying straight out of the gate, are we?]
Pier let out a snort and leveled his greatsword at her. The Priestess’s face went ashen.
“It’s the truth! Please believe me!”
[Stand up.]
Terrified, she lurched to her feet. Pier ran his greatsword from hem to shoulder, slicing her robe open.
Through the torn fabric, white legs were revealed, and beneath them a pristine white skirt. Higher still, a uniform became unmistakably visible.
The School Uniform of Elfnel, woven from Holy Fabric and said to surpass even Kizen’s armor-grade Dark Magic defensive gear.
The Elfnel crest stitched onto the uniform was entirely intact and authentic.
[Priestesses—such cunning liars, always. Every word from their mouths is a falsehood.]
Elizaveta rested a hand on the Priestess’s shoulder and ran her tongue across her lips. The girl let out a small shriek and squeezed her eyes shut.
[There’s no point in listening further. Let’s simply kill her and continue our conversation.]
“Please believe me! I, I, actually…!”
Her face flushed crimson. She lowered her head and, after a moment, bit her lip gently before speaking with great caution.
“I was expelled from Elfnel two years ago.”
‘…What?’
Second year? Simon blinked at the unexpected answer.
Pier and Elizaveta showed little reaction, but Simon’s interest was piqued. She gazed up at him with pleading eyes.
“Please, you have to believe me! Yes, I attended Elfnel briefly, but I couldn’t even make it through first year before I was cast out—I’m just another mediocrity in this world! Killing someone like me brings Kizen no benefit whatsoever!”
“Then why are you still wearing an Elfnel uniform? I thought they recovered those when students are expelled.”
Her face burned deeper red.
“I…I forged it.”
“Forged?”
“Yes. At the time, everything was so unbearable, and I couldn’t accept that I’d been cast out. So I made a fake student ID and counterfeit uniform. I took on assignments as an Elfnel student and earned money that way—that’s all it was!”
Her expression twisted with shame and sorrow.
“But now word has spread throughout the Holy Federation, and no legitimate work comes in anymore. That’s why I started taking dangerous Dark Alliance jobs….”
[You expect us to swallow such a transparent lie?]
Elizaveta scoffed and grabbed the edge of the girl’s upper garment.
The girl looked up in confusion, but Elizaveta simply yanked hard, tearing the fabric away.
*Riiiiip!*
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
Startled, she shrieked and shrank back. Elizaveta examined the torn scrap in her hand, her expression darkening.
[…It’s really just cloth, isn’t it?]
The girl whimpered and hung her head low.
“Don’t be so harsh with her,” Simon said.
He rose and approached.
She shrank further away, turning her body to hide the torn section.
*Rustle.*
Simon removed his robe and draped it over her shoulders.
“Are you all right? Keep this on to cover yourself.”
“Ah…thank you so much!”
The Priestess’s eyes grew wet with emotion.
And.
[….]
Elizaveta, watching the scene unfold, felt a sudden tangle of conflicting emotions wash through her.
“Let’s ask again.”
Simon returned to his seat with an unhurried gait and sat down.
“First things first—what’s your name?”
The question was remarkably gentle. She quickly knelt before Simon and answered.
“I’m Ellen Zail!”
“How did you come by this mission?”
“Through a broker who moves across the border. They mentioned there was lucrative Undead extermination work in the Dark Alliance.”
Elizaveta heard nothing of Simon’s interrogation.
“Have you ever seen the Lord of Arnish?”
“Yes! He spoke to me directly about the mission.”
“Do you have any proof of receiving the mission from him—documents, advance payment, anything like that?”
Everything grated on her nerves.
Simon’s gentle manner toward a mere Priestess.
The Priestess regarding Simon with those warm, affectionate eyes.
…….
Violet petals flutter and dance.
As the two exchanged words, Elizaveta felt an image overlay itself in her mind.
It was still vivid—a field overflowing with violets, two lovers whispering tenderly to each other.
The man she had once loved more than anyone: Richard Polentia.
The woman who had stolen him from her: Anna Cross.
It had been the same then. Seized by a terrible foreboding, Elizaveta had followed Richard, and there in the grass she witnessed the two of them locked in an embrace.
She had seen the Necromancer and the Priestess with their lips pressed together.
…….
She thought she had forgotten.
But this terrible thing called the heart was forming an eternity of torment within her chest once more.
“This will do nicely.”
Simon took possession of the documents provided by the broker, the advance payment from the Lord, and even the Forged Elfnel Student ID.
Ellen didn’t begrudge the money if it meant she could keep her life—all she wanted was to survive.
[Boy, what do you need those for?]
“I’m going to visit the Lord a bit later.”
Simon let out a low chuckle.
“There’s no point in leaving any stone unturned.”
[Kha-ha-ha-ha! Well done, well done. You truly are Richard’s son!]
“Um, so……”
Ellen ventured a cautious question, watching Simon’s expression carefully.
“What happens to me now……?”
[Simon Polentia, wasn’t it?]
Elizaveta cut Ellen off and spoke.
[I accept your proposal to join the legion. I accept it.]
Simon’s eyes widened.
“Are you serious?”
[Yes, but I have one condition.]
Her eyes blazed with savage intent.
[Strangle that Priestess to death with your own hands. Right now.]
Ellen’s face went pale.
[That is my only condition.]
…….
Simon raised his head and looked directly at Elizaveta.
When their eyes met, she felt her heart begin to race uncontrollably.
He truly resembled him.
That man.
She had expected to feel nothing but revulsion—a child born of Richard and that woman whose very name she despised.
But that was not what she felt.
That expressionless face made her heart pound like madness itself.
It shattered the hell in her heart and brought forth the warmth of spring.
Even she could not understand her own heart.
Richard again?
Could she not let him go?
Had it all been hollow words—this hatred, this hatred?
Did her pride count for nothing?
Half his blood flows from that woman.
‘But.’
Elizaveta squeezed her eyes shut.
She really didn’t want to admit it.
But already, there was no escaping it.
“I am Elizaveta, commander of the Spider Legion.”
Finally, Simon’s lips parted.
“Please explain to me why I should strangle Ellen’s neck and kill her.”
[It is proof.]
Elizaveta spoke.
[I wish to know whether you are worthy of my service as my master.]
“So.”
Simon’s voice had gone completely cold.
“You’re asking me why I need to prove my worth to you.”
[……What?]
“I think you’re under a serious misunderstanding.”
Simon rose slowly from his seat.
“It’s true you once served in my father’s legion, but my father is my father, and I am I. I will build my legion by my own judgments and standards. From what I’ve observed so far, you are…….”
Simon’s frigid voice
“……disqualified.”
pierced through her chest.
It shattered her heart and set the hell within her mind ablaze once more.
“You are Undead, yet you carry far too much emotion in your thoughts. You’re swayed by feeling so easily that you don’t even know what matters. Tell me—what exactly would my strangling that woman prove?”
Her heart lurched, stung by his words.
She felt stripped bare.
“Asking me to prove myself is just an excuse. You simply do whatever you want. You wish to manipulate me according to your base, impulsive desires. I cannot trust you, nor can I believe in you. There is no value whatsoever for such an unstable presence in my new legion.”
Simon turned his back.
“Let’s go. Pier, Ellen.”
[…….]
The moment Simon’s back came into view,
Elizaveta nearly reached out her arm without thinking.
“It seems,”
Simon’s eyes, glancing back slightly, were impossibly cold.
“we’ve only wasted precious time.”

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As night deepened, Simon slipped out of the Abandoned Castle and made his way toward the Lord’s Castle with Pier and Ellen.
[But boy.]
Pier spoke.
[Are you truly giving up on Elizaveta? Her abilities have many uses.]
“No, of course not.”
Simon answered with a faint smile.
“This is simply a battle for control. If I’m to keep from being swept along by that obsessive nature of hers later, it was an unavoidable choice. But one thing is certain—she won’t be able to help but seek me out eventually.”
The corners of Pier’s mouth turned up.
[So that means the Holy Spear strike you took was all part of your plan?]
“I’ll have to decline commenting on that.”
Pier let out a chuckling laugh.
[Anyway, you little schemer…… you’re exactly like your old man when it comes to cunning! Khahaha!]
Ellen, who had been watching Simon’s expression furtively from the side, spoke up.
“I’m sorry about that attack.”
“No, Ellen. You weren’t even aiming at me.”
“But are you really all right? Your chest was pierced by the Holy Spear…….”
Simon brushed his own chest lightly as he spoke.
“I’m fine. Fortunately, it seems the spear didn’t pierce my Core directly.”
“Ah, that’s a relief!”
In truth,
Simon was unaware that the Holy Spear had driven straight through his Core.
Pier had witnessed it as well. Wrathful at having seemingly lost his contractor over such an absurd turn, he had been prepared to shred both Elizaveta and the Priestess alike, but when he checked Simon’s condition, his Core remained pristine. The legion’s Contract had sustained no damage whatsoever.
It was something that defied all logic, leaving even Pier with no choice but to assume the spear had simply missed the Core by fortune.
‘An impossible thing.’
A Core that remains intact despite being pierced by the sacred.
……No matter how much he thought about it, nothing made sense.
“Pier? What are you doing out here alone?”
[No. I’m going.]

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