Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 497

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 497
“I don’t think this is something we can brush past like that.”
Snap—
The instant Simon flicked his fingers, bones erupted skyward from all directions.
The rising bones shoved the thieves’ weapons aside. The bandit leader’s blade aimed at Simon’s throat met the same fate. In that opening, Simon spun his body and swept a kick across the leader’s head.
Crack!
At the moment of impact, time stretched thin, and the bandit leader’s face where the kick connected rippled like liquid, rendered in vivid detail.
Time snapped back, and the bandit leader’s body flew like a splinter of light, smashing through a nearby stall before crashing into the wall beyond and disappearing into a cloud of dusty earth.
Crash!
Break the leader and the subordinates’ movements freeze—it’s always the way.
Simon planted both hands on the cargo wagon and vaulted forward, his leg sweeping across the first thief’s face.
He rolled to the opposite side mid-flight and struck the second thief’s ribs, then the third thief’s jaw. A counter-swing axe came at him, but he tracked it with his eyes and leaned his torso back.
Whoosh!
The axe passed over, his torso snapped back, and he wrapped a Cloud around the attacker’s leg, then pulled with brutal force.
Thud!
“Ugh!”
“Gah!”
The sound of them colliding with one another echoed out.
Simon dashed toward the flank one beat faster than their rhythm, sweeping the thieves’ knees and legs out from under them, then vaulted off the wagon to slip away on the opposite side.
“?!”
“What… what did I just see?”
All of it had happened in barely a breath or two.
Simon gripped the hem of his robe draped over his shoulders, spun once lightly, and launched himself forward again.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Each time something black flashed past, the thieves crumpled helplessly. He vaulted over and under the wagon in succession, his legs spinning like a windmill.
The bandits clutched their fractured bones and writhed on the ground, howling in pain.
“Get in! Move in closer!”
“Don’t give him space—tighten the net!”
A single sword aimed at Simon’s back as he fought in chaotic motion.
But it was as if Simon had eyes in the back of his head—he sent skeleton bones to intercept and then struck the thief’s face with bone.

Whoosh—
Simon turned to look behind him and curled three fingers in a conducting gesture. Three thieves of his choosing suddenly had Bone Armor clamp onto their bodies, and immediately they began attacking their own allies.
“You—what are you doing?!”
“I’m not doing anything! My body won’t listen to me!”
Each time Simon’s fingers danced across the invisible keyboard, another thief fell to his own comrades’ blows.
Against a fellow Necromancer, this technique would be difficult to employ, but against ordinary people, Simon had concluded that no technique was more brutal than Bone Armor.
‘!’
The moment Simon was puppeteering them, his head snapped down sharply. Arrows whistled past, embedding themselves in the cargo wagon.
‘Fast.’
Thief archers had climbed onto the rooftops and now drew their bows on Simon.
“Good shot!”
“Keep firing!”
Thwick! Thwick!
As arrows flew in succession, Simon ducked behind the wagon. His extended right arm was quickly covered by bones layering on and locking into place.

Simon immediately emerged from behind the wagon, aiming his handgun. With each bone projectile fired from the launcher, the archers on the rooftop fell like targets—thud! thud!
He twisted his waist to fire, sprinted forward while loosing another shot, and kept firing while barely looking, moving only his arm. His technique was, frankly, supernatural.
‘Even though this is Kizen…’
‘Is he really this strong?’
Their will to fight crumbled in an instant.
A few thieves began preparing their escape, and Simon, perceiving their intent, spread his fingertips wide.
The three thieves he’d outfitted with Bone Armor flew forward and blocked the path of those trying to flee.
Crunch!
Crack!
The armored thieves began beating their fleeing allies senseless. The allies fought back savagely, swinging their weapons, but the Bone Armor moved of its own accord, parrying their attacks.
“Whoa…!”
Crash!
The thug, who usually relied only on his bulk and acted cocky, watched his own fist shatter the wagon and send his body flying backward, and felt his shoulders straighten with pride.
“This suit is amazing! With something like this, even I could…”
Two thieves in Bone Armor faced each other. The skull helmets protecting their heads tipped backward, leaving their skulls hollow.
The weapons in their hands rose simultaneously.
“No, this can’t happen!”
They struck each other with their own weapons and fell to mutual destruction. The Bone Armor slipped from Simon’s hand only to be fitted onto the other thief, repeating the cycle.
“Haha! Everyone did well to hold out!”
“?”
Simon’s gaze lifted upward.
A thief standing atop the carriage had thrown both arms to the sky, grinning wickedly. Above his head, an enormous Magic Circle unfurled.
‘There’s a Necromancer among the thieves?’
“Farewell! Behold the original Dark Magic I’ve devoted my life to!”

Six black spheres descended from the Magic Circle with a metallic shriek.
Simon rushed backward, and the spheres of Shadow Aura easily pulverized the carriage before him as they advanced.
“He’s getting away!”
“There’s no escaping that!”
The thieves cheered. Simon paused a moment, his fingers tracing rapidly through the empty air, then smiled.
“Easy.”
“?”
Simon stood his ground and opened his palm toward the incoming spheres. In an instant, a black circle unfolded, packed tight with formulas and symbols until it was complete.

Six spheres spun from Simon’s Magic Circle and collided with the thief’s, canceling each other out. The Dark Mage’s jaw dropped open.
“What—how could you replicate my lifetime original!”
“The structure of the Magic Circle was obvious to me.”
“Impossible! The core formula was hidden in Shadow!”
“Simple enough. Circulation Rune Language and Scatter Shot Formula, yes?”
“How could you possibly—!”
Simon opened his other hand, drawing a new Magic Circle.
“If it were me, I’d do it like this.”

Six spheres—much larger and faster than before—shot out in a spiral. Pinral quickly launched his original, but Simon’s spheres shattered his completely and came crushing forward.
“This can’t be real—!”
Crash!
His body struck the spheres and flew skyward. Simon lowered his arm, smiling at ease.
“That’s enough.”
Clang!
Simon turned his head. The bandit leader he’d sent flying at the start stood there, blood streaming from his mangled nose.
In his hand he held something grotesque—a Bio-weapon fashioned from corpses. Fragments of monster eyes and flesh were visible, with a cannon mechanism at its center.
The weapon was clearly heavy; the bandit leader’s arm muscles trembled under the strain.
“This was meant for a customer, but I have no choice! Raise both hands now if you want to live!”
Simon shrugged as if to say, go ahead and try. The bandit leader’s forehead throbbed as his veins bulged.
“I’ll blast you to nothing—not a shred of flesh left!”
Whirrrrr!
The Bio-weapon’s engine roared to life, and its mouth gaped open to reveal the cannon. Just as it was about to fire—
[Der König ist Zurück――!!]
A song poured from Simon’s lips.
The Bio-weapon shuddered and malfunctioned wildly, flailing about as it fired at the sky and empty air.
“What have you done to me!”
“It’s called the Funeral Song. Though I must say, fascinating weapon you have.”
Simon appeared in a flutter of his Black Robe. Before the bandit leader knew it, the sole of Simon’s shoe was pressed against his face.
“I’ll be taking this.”
Crack!
The bandit leader’s consciousness went dark.

* * *
With the leader captured, the thieves of the Ganes Guild surrendered en masse.
Simon’s Skeleton bound them tightly with rope and left them sitting on the ground.
“You do like picking the troublesome jobs, Simon.”
Kassan returned, having been out of sight for a moment.
He had the heads of two thieves tucked under his arms. Behind the thieves crying out for him to let them go, several more already unconscious were being dragged along by rope connected to Kassan’s body.
“Good work, Kassan.”
“Listen—it’s better to conduct combat in a place where you can decisively contain everyone. If even one person slips away and alerts the others, we’ll have a mess on our hands.”
Simon smiled faintly.
“Of course, I was counting on you to have my back!”
“……You certainly know how to talk.”
Kassan scratched at his scar with an awkward expression.
While he bound up the fleeing men with rope, Simon approached the chest he’d spotted first.
It was locked with an old key, so he severed it with Dark Magic and pushed the lid open.
Creak-creak!
At that moment, human fingers shot up through the gap, preventing the lid from opening further. Simon flinched, but soon spoke in a gentle voice.
“It’s all right. The bad people have all been arrested. You’re safe now.”
“…….”
At his words, he felt the tension gradually drain from the fingers. Simon opened the chest fully.
Inside was a grimy boy with cloth stuffed in his mouth.
Simon felt a surge of fury at the thieves, but he drew a breath and steadied himself.
Click! Click!
He opened all the chests in the other wagons as well. Children who had been crammed into wooden boxes began emerging one by one.
They huddled together, arms wrapped around each other, trembling, while their eyes darted nervously about.
“Is everyone all right?”
Simon stroked one boy’s head gently as he asked.
“Where are you all from?”
“…….”
They still could only roll their eyes and couldn’t bring themselves to speak.
Each small gesture Simon made caused them to flinch and startle. Bruises marked their skin in countless places.
Then one little girl spoke in a small voice.
“Rendran.”
So there was a place called Rendran Territory. After that, the children began opening up one by one.
From unfamiliar territories to major cities like Langoustin—they’d been taken from all across the Dark Alliance and brought here.
“Simon. There are more here.”
Kassan seized the cloth that had been covering the rear section of the wagon and tore it away, revealing iron bars. Inside, adults sat with their mouths gagged.
“Please get them all out.”
“Understood.”
Kassan grabbed the iron bars, summoned his Dark Element aura, and twisted them to the side. A large gap opened, and he guided people out one by one through it.
“There!”
“What’s the commotion!”
City guards, responding to reports from residents, came running. Their eyes went wide at the sight of the captured thieves and the prisoners who had broken free.
“We’d appreciate your cooperation.”
Simon and Kassan showed their second-year Student IDs.
The guards immediately became deferential, and Simon tucked his ID back into his chest as he continued.
“Regarding this incident, I’d like to speak with the highest authority in this city.”

* * *
After the investigation.
They had all been brought from different regions. Mostly orphans who had lost their parents, and among the adults, those without families, vagrants, and individuals with intellectual disabilities.
The thieves from the Ganes Guild were interrogated next, but they claimed they were merely transporters and knew nothing, that they simply delivered the shipments to their clients and collected payment.
“I’ll send word to the Dresden Kingdom.”
After meeting with the lord who governed Ebrun, Simon spoke.
“Once the abducted children and people have recovered, we’ll help them either return home or settle in a new place. And please have the band of thieves we apprehended sent to the capital, Langoustin, under guard.”
“……Ah, yes. Yes. That’s how it should be.”
The lord of Ebrun would obey because it came from Kizen, but for some reason he seemed reluctant.
Simon understood why.
He was afraid of retaliation.
By having Ebrun deal with the Tarados matter, he was anxious about the backlash that might follow.
“Interesting.”
Thud!
Kassan then propped his leg up on the table.
“Why go to the trouble of stirring up trouble in our territory? That seems to be the real grievance.”
The lord flinched and stammered hurriedly.
“No, no! How would I ever dare!”
“The fact that Tarados ended up the way it did was partly due to Ebrun’s negligence and indifference. What’s curious is how word of it didn’t spread further. Turns out the Information Guild that was trying to establish itself here had a complete closure order issued against it. That’s still speculation, but—”
Kassan’s eyes flashed sharply.
“Could Ebrun be an accomplice as well?”

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