Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 492

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 492
The atmosphere around the twin professors shifted.
Rin, standing on the left, raised her index finger and spoke.
“Come on, follow along. Slowly, as slowly as you can.
Finde-die Die-be!
”
Simon stumbled through the syllables, repeating after her as slowly as instructed.
“Fin-ded-ie D-ie-be!”
“See? You’re breaking the rhythm, aren’t you?”
Rune, standing on the right, pointed out sharply.
“This time, try this one.
Ra-v-ri-ma-đưa ra. anh!
”
“Rav-rima-đưara. anh!”
Once again, Simon fumbled through the rhythm and stumbled over the words.
Here he was, receiving private lessons from the two Kizen professors, and he was still failing! His cheeks burned with embarrassment.
‘Am I really tone-deaf?’
“How about we try something easier? Rin?”
“That sounds like a good idea. Rune!”
The two girls swung their index fingers in unison and opened their mouths together.
“School-bell-rings. Ring. Ring. Ring. Now-come-together.”
“???”
Simon’s expression went blank. The difficulty had suddenly dropped so far?
“What are you doing! Follow along!”
“Yes, all right.”
Embarrassed though he was, Simon obediently followed their lead. The twin girls nodded in unison.
“Look! You’re doing great! Simon!”
“What do you think the problem was? Simon?”
Simon scratched the back of his neck.
“That one wasn’t a Funeral Chant—it was just an easy song.”
“So why is it that you sing regular songs just fine, but only mess up the rhythm when it comes to the Funeral Chant? Simon.”
“Have you ever wondered why the rhythm keeps slipping only with the Funeral Chant? Simon.”
‘Now that you mention it…’
The two girls switched places with circular steps and laughed.
“You already knew the answer.”
“What the correct way was.”
“The truth is, Finde-die Die-be is meant to be sung the way you do it—Fin-ded-ie D-ie-be.”
“That’s the original.”
Simon’s head spun.
What were they trying to tell him?
“In the first Summoning Funeral Chant lesson, the chant we taught the students was a human song.”
“It was designed to activate the magical circles that humans created using human voices, so the rhythm had to match the magical circuit.”
“But what you’re singing is the raw, authentic form.”
“You’re not tone-deaf, Simon. You simply know the true version, and so you’re not accustomed to the other way.”
“Now we’re going to teach you something new.”
The two professors cleared their throats together, then wove a soundproofing barrier around the space and sang a new song in perfect unison.
[Der König von Undead fiel hier nieder――!!]
“!!”
Simon felt goosebumps erupt across his entire body.
“Try it.”
Simon reproduced the melody exactly as they sang it—a short piece made up of just a few phrases.
This time, Simon managed it without difficulty.
“You understand now. Keep singing.”
“Close your eyes and summon the darkness.”
Simon closed his eyes and began to sing.
“Ich sclwöre bie-de Dun kelheit.”
The emotion swelled within him. As though compensating for his earlier humiliation, the song poured out flawlessly.
“Good, you’re doing well!”
“Sing like you’re commanding the Undead—”
“Put more strength into it!”
“Put more heart into it!”
Simon furrowed his brow as he sang, and felt his chest constrict with an oppressive sensation.
“Make it ring louder!”
“Reach higher!”
Simon drew a deep breath.
Then, as if expelling the tightness from deep within his chest—
[The King of the Undead fell here――!!]
Without realizing it, Simon invoked the Absolute Command not through residual thought, but through his own voice.
Creak.
Creak.
The moment Simon sang, the stone chamber of the graveyard tangled through this complex place groaned open with a grinding sound, and skulls and zombies began to rise.
Thud!
Crack!
Zombie arms erupted from the ground, and skeletons rushed forward scattering spectral light.
[The King Returns――!!]
One.
Two.
Dozens—no, hundreds of undead from the graveyard—
gathered before Simon.
“Just as I thought.”
“Indeed it was.”
The twin professors clasped hands. Every undead in this place had risen, knelt, and paid homage to Simon.
“Ah.”
Simon finally opened his eyes and shuddered at the sight unfolding around him.
[Kehehe! That was quite the move.]
Pier’s duplicate let out a chuckling laugh.
“What Neftis said was right.”
“That it was, that it was.”
The twin professors drew near with gleaming eyes. Then they asked in perfect unison.
“You’re the ‘seventh,’ aren’t you?”
Simon flinched.
“Neftis told us. Little Legion Commander.”
“We’ve been watching you. Little Legion Commander.”
The twin professor’s eyes flashed with an eerie light.
“Neftis hopes you’ll ascend to the next stage.”
“In Neftis’s design, you are the most crucial ‘key.'”
Hundreds of undead released the keening cry of the dead.
The hands of both twin professors rose.
“Congratulations on—”
“successfully passing our test.”
All the departed who had arisen in the graveyard wailed with gaping mouths.
For Simon, it was an experience he would never forget as long as he lived.

* * *
The following morning.
“Undead are beings that exist at the boundary between life and death, and necromancers are those who breathe a specialized life into the departed.”
2nd Year Intermediate Summoning Studies class.
“Of course, the priests of the Sacred Federation regard the movement of corpses as a strange puppet-manipulation art, but there is a fundamentally different reason at work. Necromancers draw upon the techniques the undead possessed in life.”
Instructor Aaron walked across the podium with his textbook open, explaining as he went.
“The power to control residual thought and draw out the undead’s living techniques more potently—the Rune of Repression and foundational formulas—are essential knowledge for any summoner to master. They’re not merely used when wielding a Skeleton Knight. From now on, I’ll explain the various applications and structures. Open your textbooks to page sixteen.”
The students flipped their pages and took notes on what Aaron wrote on the board.
“…….”
Simon, lost in thought, turned his head at the sound of a finger snapping. Lorain sat beside him, regarding him with concern.
“What’s wrong? Simon. Is something the matter?”
“Oh, no. It’s nothing.”
Simon quickly collected himself and spoke.
“That’s not like you.”
This time Toto, sitting on the other side, spoke up.
“I’ve never seen Simon zone out during Professor Aaron’s class before.”
Lorain narrowed her eyes.
“……Did you perhaps fail to sing the Funeral Chant yesterday and take it hard?”
This time, muffled laughter came from the back row.
It was Serne.
“Discovering you’re tone-deaf for the first time must have been quite a shock, hm~”
“That’s—that’s not it!”
Simon spoke with his face flushed red.
“You four, be quiet.”
At Aaron’s word, the four of them closed their mouths again and turned their eyes to their textbooks.
‘I keep thinking back to what happened yesterday.’
Slap! Slap!
Simon tapped his own cheeks and regained his focus.
Then, just as he was about to take notes from the blackboard again.
—Kee-kee-kee!
“!”
A Corpse Spider had appeared at the window, tapping at it steadily—though no one had seen it arrive.
Simon started in surprise and glanced nervously at those around him.
Fortunately, Aaron and the teaching assistants were looking elsewhere.
Simon opened the window as naturally as he could, and the Corpse Spider dropped a note through the gap before vanishing.
‘A message from Erzsebet! Has she discovered something?’
At this very moment, Erzsebet was investigating the identity of a mysterious group that had experimented with “Kal” in the Dresden Royal Library.
Simon unfolded the note with a rustle.
「To my beloved Legion Commander,」
It was definitely from Erzsebet! Simon tensed and read on.
「Even now, writing this letter in the library, I can think of nothing but you, my Legion Commander. Should I so much as recall the date-for-a-day voucher you granted as a reward, my heart goes thump-thump…….」
‘……She’s wasting half the report with strange nonsense.’
Simon skipped ahead quickly to the next paragraph.
「I trust this conveys even a millionth of my affection for you, my Legion Commander, and so I present this interim report. To conclude: I have yet to decipher this language. The more I investigate, the more I believe these characters are not a language at all, but rather a highly sophisticated cipher system.」
A highly sophisticated cipher system, then.
「In hopes of discovering some pattern, I’ve been scouring the materials, and I found a doodle left by whoever wrote or read these documents. Of course, this doodle was written in the continental tongue.」
“!”
Simon lowered his head sharply to see the next line.
「Tarados, large-scale cleanup required.」
‘…….’
A spark of realization kindled in Simon’s eyes.
Tarados? What was that? A person’s name? Or a place?
And what did it mean that a “large-scale cleanup” was required?
Thinking of the atrocities that group had committed, Simon found that word deeply unsettling.
‘Pier, Pier.’
Simon tapped the badge-like manifestation of Pier hanging from his school uniform.
A moment later, light kindled in Pier’s manifestation’s eyes.
[Kekekeke! Why have you summoned me, boy!]
‘Could you look at this? It’s Erzsebet’s interim report.’
Pier read through the entire note and spoke.
[Tarados is a place! It’s located at the very edge of the Kingdom of Dresden.]
‘I see.’
[Who knows what those scoundrels might be plotting there!]
Simon nodded in agreement.
According to Erzsebet, judging by the state of the ink in the doodle, it hadn’t been written very long ago.
It was vital information, hard-won.
He could not afford to miss it.
‘What should I do?’
Simon was pondering this, arms crossed, when
“That concludes today’s lesson.”
Aaron declared the class over. The students immediately erupted in chatter.
“Quiet! I have an announcement.”
Aaron pressed chalk to the blackboard and drew a line.
“The Mission Evaluation begins this coming weekend.”
The students’ faces brightened.
Mission Evaluation.
Though Kizen’s curriculum was known for its rigor, there was a general sense that Mission Evaluation was comparatively manageable.
He could stay at school and rest by picking missions within Rocksum, or he could choose simpler tasks and venture beyond the city for some sightseeing and healing.
Of course, Simon himself had been making good use of the season—hunting for his father’s Ancient Undead, securing funds, acquiring new undead servants, and more.
As a Kizen student, these were precious hours to venture outside the walls. Simon had always looked forward to mission evaluation season.
“I understand why you all enjoy it. However.”
Aaron’s mouth curved upward.
“Starting from 2nd year, the rules for mission evaluation change somewhat.”
During 1st year, the mission requests Simon had encountered were structured as follows.
White Mission Request—duties within Rocksum. No risk of Priest encounter.
Blue Mission Request—duties within the Dark Alliance. Minimal risk of Priest encounter.
Red Mission Request—duties in neutral territory. High risk of Priest encounter.
Black Mission Request—duties within the Sacred Federation. Guaranteed Priest encounter.
And the most significant change in 2nd year mission evaluation was this.
“White Mission Requests disappear. 2nd years won’t accept any assignments within Rocksum itself.”
The students began murmuring at once.
“The minimum baseline starts with Blue Mission Requests, and if you want higher scores, you’ll need to take on Red or Black Mission Requests. And during your 2nd year, all of you must.”
Aaron raised his index finger, forming a line.
“Choose and complete at least one Black Mission Request.”
The students’ jaws dropped.
Black Mission Requests were true professional work—infiltrating the Sacred Federation, swarming with Priests, and completing assignments there.
“…This is no joke.”
“I thought I wouldn’t be able to go to the Sacred Federation until after graduation.”
The students fell into shock.
“W-what do we do, Simon?”
Toto looked at Simon, trembling visibly.
“The Sacred Federation is a real living hell where people can’t survive! Rivers flow with blood instead of water! Human corpses drift past! Monsters starving for holy power roam everywhere!”
Simon let out a bitter laugh.
“It’s probably not quite that bad.”
“Sending us to such a terrifying place! We won’t even make it past the border—the Inquisitors will catch us and we’ll die! We’ll be hanged on red crosses!”
Thump! Thump! Aaron rapped the lectern.
“Quiet.”
Silence settled over the room once more.
“There is still considerable time, so think carefully. Our faculty recommends that Black Mission Requests be undertaken in the second semester, after your skills have developed further.”
Aaron walked with his hands clasped behind his back, shuffling his slippers.
“Tomorrow evening, mission bulletin boards will be installed in each department’s dormitory lobby. As 2nd years, many new assignments suited to your specialties have been added—check them carefully. This is your chance to build invaluable practical experience that you cannot gain within school walls. That is all.”
“Thank you for your instruction, Professor!”
Students rose one by one and filed out of the lecture hall. Simon organized his textbooks, his eyes gleaming with intensity.
‘Pier. You know what I’m about to say, don’t you?’
[Krhrhrkhr! It’s been a while since I could stretch these limbs!]
Pier’s fragment blazed with renewed vigor.
[All the Legion forces will be ready to mobilize at a moment’s notice!]
Simon nodded and stood from his seat.
It was time to act once more as the Legion Commander, Pion.

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