Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 493

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School – Chapter 493
The following evening.
Summoning Department Dormitory.
2nd Year students from the Summoning Department crowded into the lobby, their voices rising and falling in anticipation.
Before them, at last, stood two bulletin boards bearing the long-awaited Mission Evaluation Quest Vouchers.
“Hold on.”
Simon pushed through the throng and stepped up to the boards. Toto was floundering in the press of bodies, so Simon took his hand and drew him clear with a gentle tug.
“Th-thanks, Simon!”
Simon smiled lightly, then grew serious as he studied the postings.
‘Just like Professor Aaron said.’
Every White-Ranked Quest had vanished.
More than half the remaining vouchers were Blue-Ranked, and Red-Ranked quests bound for the Neutral Territories were scattered throughout as well.
But what captured every student’s eye were the few highest-difficulty Black-Ranked Quest Vouchers.
These were missions to the Sacred Federation itself.
Whispers rose from clusters of students.
“The Black ones are in a completely different tier. There are even assassination contracts.”
“Intelligence work? You have to infiltrate by posing as a Sacred Federation resident?”
“Necromancers will definitely get caught.”
“Heresy Inquisitor execution ending confirmed.”
Simon listened to such talk and smiled quietly to himself.
Espionage within the Sacred Federation—he’d feel confident enough taking it if offered, but right now a more pressing matter occupied his mind.
Large-Scale Cleansing needed in Tarados.
He would go to Tarados.
There he would track down the group that had abducted Kallan, destroy their headquarters if it existed, and recover him.
To gather all of his father’s Ancient Undead, and to stand against his rival Magnus, he had to find Kallan’s remaining half by any means.
‘I wish there were a quest for Tarados.’
Simon examined the boards methodically.
Names like Langoustin, Arnish, Parona, and Hove passed before his eyes, but no mention of Tarados appeared. Likely because it lay so remote, there were no quests posted for it at all.
“Simon! I’ve made my choice!”
Toto pulled down a Blue-Ranked Quest Voucher and announced it.
“Monster nest subjugation!”
“Oh, you picked something challenging.”
There were gentler assignments—dignitary escorts, merchant convoy protection—but Toto had chosen a rather demanding first mission in nest eradication.
“Will you do it with me?”
Toto’s eyes shone as he asked.
“Sorry. I’ve already decided on a mission.”
“Oh, well—can’t be helped then!”
Toto went off to persuade Fitzgerald, and Simon turned back to the boards, his gaze intent and serious as he combed through the vouchers once more.
‘Is there really nothing?’
He’d already scanned the front section thoroughly, and now he dug stubbornly through the vouchers partially hidden behind the boards.
‘Ah!’
He’d found it at last.
Among all those quests, there was exactly one.
Quest Type: Corpse Separation
Quest Rank: F
Reward: 5 Gold
Location: Tarados Territory, Kingdom of Dresden
Details: Monster corpse separation work and contract labor provision
Special Note: 1168798164
‘What is this?’
Among students, this was what they commonly called an “easy money” quest.
A task with no real danger, requiring only simple labor.
But quests like this normally appeared only on White-Ranked vouchers—an F-Rank rating on a Blue-Ranked voucher was extraordinarily rare.
‘Corpse separation, huh.’
Simon tore the voucher from the board and examined it carefully.
The sole Tarados quest among all these assignments.
More than anything, the ‘Special Note’ bothered him.
Special Note: 1168798164
“Simon Polentia.”
As he concentrated on the voucher, a voice suddenly called his name from beside him.
When Simon looked up, Hector stood there towering like a hillside, arms folded across his chest.
“Hector?”
“Deal with him before the seniors notice.”
He gestured behind them with an indifferent expression. Simon turned to look and startled.
‘Kassan!’
Kassan from the Combat Magic Department was sauntering into the Dormitory. Several students had already noticed another department’s student entering and were beginning to gossip.
While students entering the Dormitory from other departments wasn’t technically forbidden by school rules, it was taboo among the students themselves.
‘I did ask Kassan for a favor, but I never expected him to come find me at the Dormitory directly!’
Before things could spiral, Simon walked quickly toward Kassan.
“Who’s that?”
He was a step too late.
A 3rd Year heading toward the common kitchen heard the murmuring of 2nd Year students and barked out loudly.
“Combat Magic Department? What kind of idiot shows up without any sense……!”
“It’s been a while. Daniel.”
A sudden, casual tone cut through the tension.
Kassan scratched at the scar across his right eye as he spoke, the red mark of a 2nd Year on his collar. But the 3rd Year flinched visibly.
“K-K-Kassan? Was that you?”
“Been well? We were in the same class back in 1st Year.”
Kassan approached with his hands thrust into his pockets, taking large strides.
The watching 2nd Years exchanged confused glances. The sky-like 3rd Year Senior was trembling with fear in front of a 2nd Year.
Kassan Edvalt, Kizen’s sole Repeating Student.
An undefeated record in Duel Evaluation, a ruthless disposition, and thanks to a violence incident during his 1st Year, a forbidden topic of discussion among the current 3rd Year cohort.
For several students who had been in the same class as him back then, above all else.
“Anything you want to say, Daniel?”
He was an object of terror.
At the ominous edge in Kassan’s voice, the 3rd Year stammered out, “N-nothing at all!” and fled the lobby like a hunted creature.
“Hmm.”
Kassan scratched at the scar on his eye.
“Kassan!”
Simon quickly approached and seized his shoulder.
“There are too many eyes watching. Let’s go outside and talk.”
“Got it.”

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The two stepped outside the Dormitory.
The moment they emerged, Kassan handed Simon several Quest Vouchers.
“Like you asked, I’ve sorted through requests from nearby areas that could lead toward Tarados.”
“It looks like we won’t need to go the long way around.”
Simon grinned and showed Kassan a Quest Voucher for Tarados.
“There was exactly one posted on the Summoning Department bulletin board.”
Kassan tilted his head.
“That’s unexpected. I heard Tarados was a closed-off and impoverished territory. I thought they wouldn’t have the funds to post a request with Kizen.”
Posting requests meant the students received rewards, but there were also substantial registration fees involved. Even for student work, posting with Kizen was an expense.
“But look here. There’s something strange written in the special notes section.”
“1168798164.”
Kassan pinched the Quest Voucher between his index and middle fingers, then held it up above his head, looking up at it.
“It’s a cipher.”
“What?”
Without hesitation, Kassan tucked the Quest Voucher into his pocket.
“I’ll have it decrypted by tomorrow.”
Simon let out a wry laugh.
“We’re not leaving until the weekend anyway, so take your time.”
“I’ll have it done by tomorrow.”
Was it her imagination? Kassan seemed delighted to have come across a cipher to decipher.
Just as the two of them were settling into conversation.
…….
There was a student hidden behind the wall, eavesdropping on their exchange.

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“Hmm, is that so?”
Behind the Summoning Department Dormitory, in a secluded woodshed where few wandered.
Serne sat there like a queen holding court, her legs crossed.
Her copper-colored hair, still damp from a recent bath, was tied back with cord. And what she sat upon was not a chair, but a person lying face-down on the ground.
‘T-terrifying!’
The faction student who’d come to report to Serne trembled with fear.
The back of the boy’s neck sprouting feathers, his face plastered with a note that read: “I shall never pester you again.”
“So this coming weekend during Mission Evaluation Period, Simon and Kassan are planning to head to Tarados, hmm~”
Her tongue flicked across her lips.
“I’m not entirely sure why they’d go to such a shabby place, but it might be an opportunity to have Simon incur a debt and thus extract a Coupon Stamp from him.”
“A Coupon?”
The reporting student lifted his head.
“What are you talking about, Serne?”
“Oh, such things exist.”
Serne smiled wickedly.
“But did I grant you permission to ask me questions?”
Fwip!
Another feather pierced the back of the faction student’s neck. His eyes glazed over, and he began scratching his chin while making an “ooh-kee-kee” sound, wandering about in confusion.
“I can’t fathom why you’d harbor such reckless curiosity toward me.”
She took a sip of wine, amused by her classmate’s antics.
Her half-lidded eyes gleamed with a dangerous, captivating light.

* * *
A dark underground facility.
A woman with shadows clinging to her face walked through the corridors.
Even when light fell directly upon her, her face remained obscured. In fact, no one in this place had ever glimpsed her bare features.
The men waiting nearby bowed their heads.
“You’ve arrived, Nirti.”
“Mm.”
She raised her hand, acknowledging their greeting.
“You returned swiftly from Langoustin.”
“The experiment is the priority. The test subjects for today?”
“We’ve secured twenty. Some are in acceptable condition.”
“Good.”
The presumed test subjects—gaunt figures in white patient gowns—walked past with both hands bound.
Every one of them had hollow, unfocused eyes and no will to live. Each step was labored, wrought with effort.
“Hurry with the preparations. To align with the elder’s instructions, we need to advance the experimental schedule.”
“Yes!”
They dragged the gowned figures away.
The shadowed woman turned her gaze toward a glass vessel in the darkness.
Glug-glug-glurg—
A writhing, murky green form thrashed within the container.
The woman pressed her palm against the glass, gazing at it as though entranced, a look of profound satisfaction spreading across her lips.
“How fortunate you’ve fallen into our hands, Ancient Undead. I’ll ensure your suffering is never in vain.”
Growwwl!
It thrashed as if in rage, but trapped within the vessel, it could do nothing.
“Nirti!”
Heavily armored soldiers rushed forward before her.
“What is it now?”
“We’ve captured an important member of the Tarados Revolutionary Unit!”
The soldiers forced a young man—bearing visible marks of rough torture—to kneel before her.
Yet the revolutionary was laughing, while the soldiers wore expressions of bewilderment.
“What’s going on?”
Nirti, reading the atmosphere, posed the question.
“I-I’m terribly sorry. We sealed all external routes, but somehow they managed to slip through—it appears they’ve commissioned Kizen.”
That was why the revolutionary continued laughing despite bleeding profusely.
“Kizen?”
Nirti’s reaction betrayed surprise.
“A wealthy merchant with enough influence to move Kizen would aid these ragged dogs for what reason?”
“W-well, it’s not an official commission, but you know, that thing where Kizen students are assigned missions—”
“Students?”
Kya-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Nirti burst into laughter before the Revolutionary even finished speaking.
“What? Just students?”
She stepped forward and grabbed the Revolutionary by the hair.
“It’s absurd. Even if ravens wouldn’t come, you actually thought you could liberate Tarados with nothing but children playing at rebellion?”
“Ugh!”
“I swear this to you. By the time my experiment is complete, not a single soul from your Tarados will be left alive—every last one of you will become my test subjects.”
She spoke with bloodshot eyes, and an immense anger and hatred swirled in her pupils—too vast for words to capture.
“Never. Light will never return to Tarados.”
Crack!
She hurled the Revolutionary aside and turned away.
“Just in case, prepare the troops. And since those students are only here to sightsee on their mission anyway, let them think they’ve achieved something—give them enough of a success that they’ll be satisfied and leave before they get close to us.”
“Yes!”
Her eyes gleamed with dark purpose.
“Yes, no one can stop my plan.”

* * *
“Mm.”
Simon, who had been speaking with Kassan outside the Dormitory, suddenly squinted and scratched his ear.
“What’s wrong, Simon?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Simon lowered his hand and smiled sheepishly.
“My ear just started itching out of nowhere.”

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