Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 49

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The Summoning Prodigy of the Necromancer Academy – Episode 49
Simon and Ellen walked the forest path, conversing about this and that.
During the walk, he learned various details about Ellen.
Back when she attended Efnel, she had poured all her efforts into the Holy attribute’s Firepower alone. But her ability to cope with anything beyond Firepower was severely lacking, and above all, she couldn’t use even the common Recovery Magic—which had gotten her expelled. For a Priest, it was a rather serious disqualification.
When he asked why she worked so desperately for money, it turned out she was raising her younger siblings alone after losing her parents. He came to understand another side of Ellen.
“Um, um. Simon, sir.”
Simon smiled warmly.
“Just call me Simon.”
“Oh, yes! Simon.”
Ellen felt an inexplicable affection toward this boy.
Back when she attended Efnel, Necromancers were taught to be terrifying, grotesque monsters without exception.
But this boy was different. In truth, Necromancers were also unquestionably people, capable of warmth of heart.
“But why?”
“Well, I’ve gotten closer with you both now, and we’ve made an alliance, and I don’t even have the skill to do anything to you two anyway.”
She glanced nervously and cautiously extended her two rope-bound arms.
“So… couldn’t you loosen this for me?”
Simon’s answer came in the form of his continuing smile. Sweat beaded on her brow.
‘Ah, that’s not happening.’
[Kekeke! Finally lost it!]
Pier’s eyes flared from within his helmet.
[Look at this, boy! If you’re kind to prisoners, they’ll soon forget their place and crawl right over you! Just cut off a few fingers and they’ll behave….]
“Aaah! S-sorry, sorry, so sorry! Something’s wrong with my head!”
She quickly prostrated herself on the ground, and Simon stopped him.
“It’s fine, Ellen. Pier, that’s enough.”
Pier lowered his Greatsword, and Ellen’s face flushed red. She thought he seemed endlessly kind, yet carried an uncannily sharp edge to his character.
Soon they arrived at Territory Castle.
According to plan, Ellen hid inside Pier’s robe, and Simon and Pier approached the castle gate.
“Halt! Who are you?”
The guards stationed at the gate raised their spears and raised their voices. Simon gestured with both arms raised and spoke.
“We’ve come on a commission from the Lord. We’d like to meet the Lord directly right now.”
“…What?”
“Did you take an arrow to the head? The Lord in the middle of the night?”
Simon nodded.
“Yes, sir. It’s urgent, so it seems we need to see him right away.”
The guards let out hollow, contemptuous laughs.
“I’ve seen every kind of lunatic there is.”
“Do you think the Lord meets whoever he wants to see? Clear off while we’re still being polite.”
“No, this one’s suspicious. Just tie him to a post until daybreak.”
A guard nodded and reached for the rope at his belt. Simon continued speaking with an unshaken smile.
“You’ll regret it.”
“What nerve from a brat like you… Who do you think you are? State your business.”
“We’ve come from Kizen.”
Thud.
Both guards’ movements froze.
“Puhahahaha! Damn! This bastard really is completely insane!”
“If you’re from Kizen, then I’m Nephthys, you crazy fool!”
The two guards moved to seize Simon. Simon obligingly extended both arms as if inviting them to bind him.
“What’s the commotion?”
Just then, the captain of the guard appeared from a side entrance. The soldiers quickly saluted in alarm.
“Captain, sir! This suspicious man claimed he wanted to meet the Lord, so we were about to arrest him.”
“Suspicious man?”
“Yes, he suddenly claimed he was from Kizen…”
Hearing these words, the captain’s face drained of color.
‘K…izen?’
The mysterious disappearances occurring in the territory.
Wishing to conceal the unsettling matter ahead of an important event, the Lord had secretly commissioned Kizen. Only the Lord’s closest confidants knew of this.
But after three months with no response, the Lord had abandoned hope in Kizen.
‘…But he’s actually come?’
The guard captain examined Simon carefully.
Sharp, intelligent eyes, composure, and beside him a tall armored figure serving as escort.
‘I’m certain of it.’
Goosebumps prickled across his entire body.
This boy—he really is from Kizen.
“…Head down.”
“Y-yes?”
“Get your heads on the ground, you dogs!”
The guard captain barked the order without warning.
The guards immediately lowered their weapons and pressed their foreheads to the floor, hands clasped behind their backs.
Simon was scratching the side of his head at the abrupt shift in atmosphere when the guard captain approached with sword already drawn.
[What—?]
Pier reached for the Greatsword’s hilt, but Simon raised his arm to block him. The guard captain took his place in front of Simon, planted his blade in the ground, and dropped to one knee.
“The fault for my soldiers’ conduct rests entirely with me. I offer my life in apology.”
With that, he stretched his neck forward as if offering it up. The guards who witnessed this cried out in alarm.
‘…Ugh, this is uncomfortable.’
Simon laughed bitterly to himself. Even for Kizen, wasn’t this taking things too far?
Besides, if he were a 2nd Year it might be different. Simon was just a 1st Year—a temporary life with no certainty of when he’d return home. If Kizen dismissed him, he’d go back to being a nobody; he certainly wasn’t in a position to command someone’s fate on a whim.
“Please, stand up.”
The guard captain rose with a rigid expression.
“The disturbance at this late hour was my fault. These men were only doing their duty, so please don’t be too harsh with them. Ah, you two should stand as well.”
The guards, sweat streaming down their foreheads, shot to their feet and snapped to attention with flawless military posture.
Simon turned back to the guard captain and spoke.
“Would it be possible to see the Lord? There’s something urgent I need to discuss regarding the commission.”
“Yes, of course. Please come this way.”
[Kekeke—!]
Simon followed the guard captain, while Pier snickered mockingly at the guards. None of them dared raise their heads.
‘…Does this even make sense?’
‘What’s someone from Kizen doing in a backwater like this?’
The hour was near dawn.
The sudden visit of a Kizen representative threw Territory Castle into chaos.
When Simon entered the spacious reception hall and settled in to wait, lavish hospitality immediately followed. Warm bread and food arrived, along with tea and wine. A few servants even brought water basins to wash his feet, but Simon, embarrassed by the attention, hastily declined.
Then, moments later.
“My, my, what an honor to receive such an esteemed guest!”
A stout middle-aged man with a protruding belly appeared with a broad smile. His face was puffy from sleep.
“I am Raymond, Count of Arnish!”
“Simon Polentia, 1st Year at Kizen.”
The two men exchanged a light handshake and took their seats.
“You must be exhausted from such a long journey! You came all this way because of my commission?”
“Yes.”
“Ha! I hardly know how to repay such kindness…You must be dreadfully fatigued from the road! Let us set aside business for now and allow you proper rest. While you stay with us, I shall spare no effort in my hospitality!”
“There’s no fatigue to speak of.”
Simon settled deep into his chair as he spoke.
“I came by Teleportation Magic Circle.”
“Ah—! I see, I see! Truly, Kizen is different! Ha! Come, come, have a drink! This is a premium vintage made from grapes grown right here in our lands!”
Raymond uncorked the wine bottle.
The smell of strong liquor wafted out at once. He poured wine into a glass and extended his palm.
“Go on, go on.”
“Thank you.”
Raymond drained his own glass cleanly first. Declining would have been rude, so Simon merely brought the rim to his lips as if to drink.
Moments later, servants brought out an elaborate spread—a whole roasted pig among other sumptuous dishes.
Simon declined, saying he’d already eaten, and said:
“I’d prefer to discuss the commission.”
“Ah, the commission! Important, yes, but it’s nighttime now, and surely rest is more pressing than business, hmm? Is life at Kizen merely schooling? It’s a battlefield! Haha!”
Raymond clapped his hands, and a side door to the reception hall opened.
Simon’s eyes widened. Women dressed in barely-concealing garments pressed in around him. Another five or so stood behind Raymond.
“Come, come, choose whichever girl strikes your fancy. Take your time. Hahaha!”
Simon had nowhere to look.
As he blushed crimson and stared down at his knees, Raymond’s face spread into a satisfied smile.
‘For all their Kizen fame, he’s still just a young beast with teeth not yet grown.’
Perhaps he’d be easier to manipulate than expected.
At Raymond’s signal, the women standing behind him wrapped their arms around Simon’s shoulders and arms. The other two knelt at his sides and began pouring wine into golden glasses.
“……My Lord.”
“Hehehehe! Yes, which of these young ladies catches your fancy?”
“I’m still a minor, and this sort of gathering makes me rather uncomfortable.”
There was a hint of embarrassment in his manner, but his voice carried an unmistakable strength and resolve.
“There’s something important I’d like to discuss with you privately, Lord. Would you mind dismissing these people?”
Raymond swallowed hard as he met Simon’s gaze head-on.
This scrawny kid had an odd kind of presence about him—something that made you take him seriously whether you meant to or not.
“……Well, I suppose I have no choice.”
Raymond reluctantly dismissed the women. They left with disappointed expressions, casting suggestive glances and winking at Simon as they went.
Simon found himself utterly unable to adapt to this sort of adult behavior.
“It’s getting quite late. If this is about a commission, perhaps we could discuss it again tomorrow…….”
“No, it needs to be now.”
“…….”
Raymond forced a smile.
Since the boy was coming in hard like this, there was no way he could simply brush past it anymore.
This was his last move.
“Come in.”
At Raymond’s signal, another door opened. A butler in formal attire bowed deeply and set a box before Simon.
Inside the box lay fifty gold pieces plus an assortment of gems.
“Your commission fee. My apologies for the late notice, but the matter has already been resolved. Please rest comfortably here in the castle for the remainder of your stay, then collect your payment and return to school.”
“The information I gathered suggests the facts are somewhat different.”
Simon spoke softly.
“I purchased intelligence from the Thief Guild. From what I understand, another incident occurred just this morning.”
Raymond’s jaw clenched visibly.
‘……Those wretched fools! Useless, all of them!’
“I can’t accept payment for a commission I haven’t completed. The last thing I need is trouble from Kizen’s inspectors later.”
“Hehehehe! I can handle that without any problem—”
“Tell me about the commission.”
“Just.”
Raymond’s expression turned cold.
“Drop it.”
“…….”
“Even Kizen’s finest is barely a 1st Year. You think you can stand up to me—a count and a lord? I’m being kind about this. Back off now, accept the payment, and we’re done. Why must you be so difficult?”
So the true colors emerged at last.
Simon let out a quiet laugh.
“Persuasion followed by threats. You certainly don’t hold back, do you, Lord?”
“…….”
“You seem rather agitated. I’ll return early tomorrow morning, and we can discuss this then.”
Simon rose slowly from his seat, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
‘Come on, take the bait.’
And exactly as Simon had anticipated, Raymond’s hand crashed against the armrest.
“I said stay!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Doors burst open throughout the chamber, and over a dozen armed soldiers came pouring in.
Surrounded in an instant, yet not a trace of alarm crossed Simon’s face.
“So it comes to force.”
Simon made a casual gesture, as if pulling an invisible lever.
“Then I suppose we can’t remain passive.”
Whoooosh!
A Dimensional Space tore open beneath the Territory Castle, and skeletons with blue flames burning in their eye sockets came pouring out.
“Undead!”
“They’re undead!”
In seconds, more than ten organized skeleton warriors clattered to meet the guards.
The guards’ faces went rigid with terror.
Every person on this continent carried an ingrained, bone-deep fear of the Undead and Necromancers—a fear instilled through education, history, and generations of conditioning that could not be easily shed.
‘How many are there?’
Raymond’s pupils dilated with shock.
He had heard that a Necromancer’s power was measured by the number of minions they could summon.
But a 1st Year who could command platoon-strength forces?
This was no ordinary boy. In fact, his claim to be a 1st Year must have been a lie.
[Krahahahahaha!]
Pier tore the helmet from his head. A skull emerged, its eye sockets blazing with blue flames.
“Ugh!”
“Wait—that wasn’t a person?”
[Excellent! Absolutely excellent! Our family grows today!]
Clannnng!
Pier’s jaw unhinged like a beast’s. Terror spread like plague through the ranks; soldiers trembled, their legs buckling beneath them.
“Well.”
Simon walked toward them at an unhurried pace.
Raymond, seized by dread, stumbled backward without thinking, and Simon claimed his lord’s seat, settling into it with a smile.
“Will you continue?”
The dead wailed, thirsting for blood.

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