Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 500

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 500
“The deadline for the Mission Evaluation is four days. We’ve already burned through one, and this day’s nearly spent as well.”
Simon counted off on his fingertips.
“Truth is, there’s no room for debate. We have to bring down the Cult of Decisive Action and rescue Karak and Lisa’s brother—fast and clean. Even if we end up facing the Ganess Guild and the Territory Soldiers simultaneously afterward, we’ll have no choice but to push through.”
While it was true that breaking each faction separately and then moving on to the Cult would be the safer route, Simon’s assessment was that they simply didn’t have the time for it.
“Of course, my lord—no, Master! With the strength we possess, I’m certain it’s entirely possible.”
Erzsebet spoke, and Kassan nodded his agreement. Lisa, listening nearby, blinked.
“But why does she call Simon ‘Master’? You’re practically the same age.”
“Oh! You didn’t know? It’s what they call ‘play’—a kind of role-playing that adults enjoy….”
“Teaching a kid that! Really, now!”
The decision was made.
They hadn’t rested much, but with time slipping away, Simon’s party began preparing to depart immediately.
If the Cult suddenly descended on them, the entire Harlem District could be engulfed in the chaos.
‘We have to break through before the Cult realizes we’re here.’
Simon pulled on his robes with a determined expression.
Beyond the window, he could see the people of the Harlem District lying scattered about, dying without a shred of hope.
He’d come to Tarados simply to retrieve Karak’s blade, but somehow his shoulders had grown heavier.

* * *
The secret base of the Cult of Decisive Action in Tarados.
Nirti, the organization’s leader, exhaled an exasperated sigh.
“Still haven’t captured that Kizen student?”
“No, ma’am. I apologize.”
Her irritation boiled over.
“I don’t understand it! How could we fail even after ambushing the moment she crossed through the Teleport Magic Circle?”
The Cult and Nirti knew that a Kizen student commissioned by the Revolutionary Group might cross into Tarados.
So they’d moved with all the competence they could muster.
They’d tracked down the Kizen insider who’d set up the Teleport Magic Circle in Tarados, thrown them in a cell, and positioned soldiers to wait near the magic circle.
The plan was to seize the students the moment they crossed over and hold them for four days before releasing them.
But the student who came through the Teleport Magic Circle had instead routed the soldiers and escaped.
She’d been tearing through Tarados as if deliberately drawing attention, and though the Territory Soldiers pursued her relentlessly, they still hadn’t caught her.
“Ms. Nirti. According to reports, even General Amin, the Lord’s greatest warrior, has been defeated.”
“……That’s strange.”
Nirti propped her chin on her hand.
“She defeated Amin? For a student who just made second year at Kizen, she’s far too strong. I figured no one of real power would take a job for just five Gold.”
Tap. Tap.
She drummed her fingernails on the armrest, then smiled.
“No, no. It’s fine. No matter how strong she is, one woman can’t accomplish anything alone in just four days. Once this experiment succeeds, we won’t have to worry about Kizen’s interference anymore.”
“Ms. Nirti!”
Another man from the Cult rushed in and bowed his head.
“An emergency! The underground passage to Ebrun has been captured!”
Nirti’s expression twisted sharply.
“The underground passage? What in—”
Her eyes snapped toward the map of Tarados spread across the nearby table.
“The last confirmed engagement with that Kizen girl was three hours ago near Adohan Village. Could she possibly cover such a distance and reach the passage?”
“……Ms. Nirti.”
The Cult member who’d first reported bowed again.
“The capture of the underground passage appears to be a separate matter from that female student.”
Nirti’s face darkened.
“Then what? There are more Kizen people?”
“Yes. That female student’s purpose is only to draw our attention. The real force must have tunneled through from Ebrun and may already be in Tarados.”
“…….”
Nirti sank into a grave silence, her chin resting in her palm, and the man bowed once more.
“I regret to report that these students may have come with full knowledge of Tarados’s circumstances.”
“After all the effort I’ve poured into internal control, and it crumbles like this! Those Revolutionary Group bastards…….”
She ground her teeth audibly.
“But Ms. Nirti.”
The man continued.
“We have the Lord of Tarados and Ganess of the Ganess Guild. Their combined forces and armies are overwhelming, and it will be difficult for them to reach this place without defeating those two.”
“Right. Contact those two. It’s an emergency—mobilize all available forces.”
“Yes!”
She exhaled a long breath once more, interlacing her fingers as she tilted her head.
“That’s right. Tarados’s system is solid. What could a bunch of students stepping onto someone else’s land for something as soft as grades and money possibly do against real professionals?”
She rose from her seat.
“We focus on the experiment.”

* * *
Tarados.
The Ganess Guild’s headquarters encampment.
“Boss! Boss!”
A thief came running in breathlessly. A man sitting in a chair drinking wine lifted his chin.
“What is it.”
“Karak, who was on patrol, has brought back a prisoner!”
“Karak?”
The man with the black beard let out a hearty laugh.
“This is Tarados! What’s worth reporting about catching a prisoner now?”
The men sitting around him drinking wine burst out laughing as well. The thief who’d come to report felt a hard swallow go down his throat.
‘This is the first time I’ve seen these big shots all gathered in one place.’
They were lounging about drinking in scattered clusters—all of them captains who had opened their Cores.
And what made his knees most unsteady was the man sitting in the center. He was the god of war himself, the Black Wolf—Ganess.
The only one on the Lord’s side who could stand against him was General Amin, though the prevailing assessment was that Ganess was already a step above even him.
“Ah, it seemed like something you should see for yourself, boss!”
“Don’t make such a fuss. Bring them.”
Moments later, the thieves brought the prisoner.
Cries of amazement and whistles erupted from thieves scattered throughout. Some shot to their feet, while others licked their lips with eyes gleaming with avarice.
Hair the color of the blend between blonde and white, reflecting brilliantly in the sunlight—a girl walked forward with both hands bound.
The girl was more beautiful than anything they had ever seen in their lives.
Like a single flower blooming in mud, she seemed far too pure to belong in this filthy, grimy thief camp.
“Hmm—”
Even the mighty Ganess seemed to take interest, resting his chin on his hand. Soon the girl stood before Ganess.
“Well, well.”
Ganess scratched the side of his head.
“It doesn’t seem right that someone of your stature would come to a place like this. I apologize for my subordinates’ rudeness.”
The girl merely smiled knowingly.
Standing defiantly before Ganess, a few thieves tried to intimidate her with coarse language and vulgar jokes that were hard to stomach.
But Ganess raised a hand to stop his subordinates.
“What brings you here? What’s your objective?”
“Actually, I’m looking for someone~”
For the first time, her mouth opened.
The entire assembly fell silent at once.
“A man named Simon Polentia. That’s why I came here. But Tarados is too vast and too hot, and honestly it’s all rather bothersome~ I thought if I could use your subordinates, I might find him a bit more easily, don’t you think?”
Angry voices rose from various quarters. Ganess then shouted “Quiet!!” at the top of his lungs.
“Oh, and would you mind removing this as well? It’s so stuffy~”
The girl showed him her wrists bound with rope.
“……Very well.”
“!”
The thieves furrowed their brows and grumbled while Ganess opened his palm.
“I’ll grant everything you wish. In exchange, I ask that you promise not to fight us and simply withdraw. Once we find this Simon Polentia, we’ll contact you first.”
“Hmm—”
The smile that had been playing on Serne’s face vanished like a lie.
“Pathetic thieves.”
“!”
“At least one of you realizes he has his head shoved into the lion’s mouth?”
Sweat already pooled in the palm of Ganess’s hand as he gripped the armrest of his chair.
Shing!
Then the thief called Karak, who had brought her, approached from behind and drew his sword. A thief standing beside Ganess saw this and spoke.
“Hey, hey! Karak! No matter what, you can’t kill a prisoner……!”
Slash—
But Karak simply cut the rope binding Serne’s wrists with his sword.
As Serne smiled tenderly and scratched Karak’s chin, he lay down like a pet dog, panting heavily.
Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh!
In the same moment, Karak’s soldiers drew their weapons. The bandits scattered throughout the camp startled awake and rushed out, grasping their arms.
“K-Karak! You’re betraying us!”
“Betraying?”
Karak, who had been fooling around moments before, sprang to his feet and shouted.
“From beginning to end, the only one I’ve ever served is the great Queen Serne!”
“Raaaaahhhhhhh!”
Serne snapped her fingers with a sharp gesture.
Crash!
Slash!
Crack!
Without warning, the bandits in the camp began indiscriminately stabbing and slashing their own comrades.
“W-what in the—!”
“Aaaaahhhhh!”
Blood sprayed in all directions as screams erupted everywhere. With Karak’s bandits joining the fray, the Ganess Guild’s camp descended into absolute chaos.
“……That foolish Karak. So it comes down to fighting after all.”
Ganess rose from his seat and opened his palm. Dark energy coalesced into a point, then transformed into a massive spear that materialized in his grip.
Ganess strode purposefully toward Serne.
“So you’re a queen, are you? What was lacking in my proposal?”
“Well, let’s see. Your very caliber is what’s wanting, I’d say~”
She swept her pale copper hair through the air with the back of her hand, sending it billowing.
Feathers that came loose scattered across the ground, then rose up as her summoned Feather Soldiers.
“How dare a mere ape sit at ease in a chair and make proposals? The moment I arrived as a prisoner, you should have crawled on your belly begging for forgiveness from the start.”
“That would certainly be a difficult proposal, I admit.”
The girl and the bandit simultaneously took their combat stances.
“Your reputation says you’re the Black Wolf, I hear?”
She grasped a feather, her eye twinkling with a wink.
“I’d love to see that wolf turned on its back.”
“No point discussing it further. I’m coming.”
Their bodies crossed paths and a deafening crash erupted.

* * *
At the same moment.
Tarados Lord’s Castle.
“Ah yes, yes! Don’t you worry about that part! Hahahaha!”
A middle-aged man seated in a chair upholstered with luxurious animal fur grinned widely and set down the Communication Crystal.
The moment the crystal went dark, he snatched up the wine glass from his desk and hurled it.
Shatter!
The glass flew past the man kneeling on one knee and shattered against the floor. Red liquid spread across the ground, and a thin line of blood trickled down the man’s cheek, beading at the wound.
“How incompetent are you at your work! Amin!”
The man called Amin bowed his head even deeper toward the Lord and murmured his apologies. His upper body was wrapped in bandages, with bloodstains visible in places.
“You couldn’t stop a single student and came away with severe injuries? And you claim to be Tarados’s greatest general!”
“My sincere apologies.”
The Lord clicked his tongue and brought a cigar to his lips.
“Word came from the Cult of Decisive Action. They want the entire military mobilized to find that girl student.”
“I can move. I’ll capture her without fail next time.”
“Of course you will! And furthermore—”
The Lord picked up a document and threw it at the feet of General Amin.
“Send soldiers to these villages and round up the people, quickly.”
The seal of the Cult of Decisive Action was stamped across documents listing five villages in Tarados, including the Harlem District. Amin’s body trembled.
“Your Lordship! These are villages that have paid substantial taxes and have been promised safety by the Territory Soldiers!”
“But circumstances have changed.”
The Lord’s voice turned cold and sharp.
“Those damned students are treating Tarados like their personal playground! When they return to school, what then? They’ll report Tarados’s condition to the professors, and eventually Kizen headquarters will launch an investigation!”
…….
“We need to erase the evidence entirely. These five villages are where the Revolutionary Group was organized, and once Kizen finds them, they’ll spill everything. We dispose of them before that happens.”
Amin’s fists, resting on the floor, began to tremble.
“……This isn’t what we promised.”
“What? What did you just say?”
Amin lifted his head sharply.
“You promised you wouldn’t harm villages that pay their taxes faithfully!”
“How dare you raise your voice before me!”
The Lord of Tarados surged to his feet in fury and kicked Amin in the chest. Amin doubled over with a gasp and collapsed to the floor.
“Listen here! If you’d managed the residents properly, none of this would have happened!”
The lord’s face twisted with rage.
“And don’t think I didn’t know, Amin—that you’ve been draining your entire salary to cover the taxes for the Harlem District villages!”
“…….”
“Because those wretches still had enough to scrape by, they formed a Revolutionary Group! Because they had enough to gather funds, they hired Kizen! Tell me I’m wrong!”
The lord bellowed one final time before settling back into his chair. Amin pushed himself up and knelt before him.
“Mind yourself. We’ve done well enough so far, haven’t we?”
The lord’s voice returned to its former calm.
“Never forget—your elderly mother and your children are in my hands.”
“…….”
Amin bit his lip until blood flowed. Crimson drops traced down his cheek and fell from his chin one by one.
“Now go.”
“……Yes, my lord.”
Amin was rising to his feet, his head bowed, when it happened.
Crash!
The window exploded inward, and blood-drenched guards tumbled into the lord’s office.
“What—what is this!”
The lord jumped in shock, spilling his wine. Amin’s body went rigid.
Bang!
The office door shattered. A girl dropped through the opening, landing deftly inside.
“……You!”
Amin’s expression hardened instantly.
The fiercely powerful woman he’d faced before—the one who’d wounded him.
Crimson eyes gleamed beneath black hair. In one hand she gripped a short sword that seemed to gather light itself.
She made no attempt to hide her identity, walking brazenly in a Kizen School Uniform—black jacket and grey skirt.
“That’s her! That’s the Kizen student who came by teleportation!”
The lord pointed and shouted.
“What are you doing, Amin!”
The girl spun her short sword and slashed through empty air.
Screeeeeech!
The office wall cracked in a red line, then split cleanly in two and crashed to the ground. The ceiling disappeared with a thunderous boom, leaving the sky exposed.
“Are you the Lord of Tarados?”
From this monster wielding such awful power came the voice of a young girl, still childlike and innocent.
The lord sat frozen as she reached into her jacket, producing a Kizen Student ID.
“Lorain Akbold, second-year student at Kizen. I’ve come on behalf of the school.”
“Stand down.”
Clink!
Amin drew the short sword from his scabbard and stepped between the girl and the lord.
“Regardless of who Kizen is, this is an infringement on territorial sovereignty. You must face me first.”
“Ha, ha! Y-yes, General Amin!”
The lord finally gathered his wits, laughing nervously. The girl, like a monster made flesh, turned and swept her black hair aside.
“Come inside.”
Before she’d finished speaking, a figure entered through the ruined doorway. Amin’s eyes went wide.
“Father!”
It was Amin’s son and daughter—the very children the lord had taken hostage.
They rushed toward him with tears streaming down their faces, throwing their arms around him. Amin’s pupils trembled as disbelief washed over him. Behind them came his elderly mother, leaning on a cane.
“How—how is this possible!”
“We found them in the deepest dungeons beneath the castle.”
The girl looked up at Amin from below.
“Kizen needs your cooperation, General Amin.”
Shing!
With bloodshot eyes, Amin gripped his sword anew and pointed it at the lord. The lord’s face went deathly pale.
Where blood had dripped from Amin’s chin moments before, tears of joy now fell freely.
“……Yes. I will give my life itself.”

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