Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 504

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 504
“That’s not it.”
Beneath the pale moonlight that softly illuminated their surroundings, Lorain smiled gently.
“Simon, you couldn’t freely use the Legion Commander’s power at school either. You took the top rank at Kizen purely with your own strength. I think that’s impressive.”
Simon scratched his cheek awkwardly.
“…Thanks. But it’s hard to compare your situation with mine so simply, don’t you think? I only started learning Dark Magic after becoming Legion Commander, whereas you’ve lost the ability to use the power you were good at for so long.”
“Is that so?”
She turned her head away indifferently and gazed up at the night sky.
“The moon’s beautiful.”
……
Simon watched her.
‘It’s harsh on Lorain, but I think Neftis’s decision this time isn’t bad. If she lives well within this constraint over the next two years…’
Simon, who had felt time and again how everything he learned at Kizen translated into strength as a Legion Commander, felt certain.
She would become a far stronger and more formidable Necromancer than she was now.
These second-year days would be the greatest turning point in her life.
“Let’s get up now, then.”
All three buckets collecting groundwater were overflowing.
She rose to her feet. Simon picked up the one bucket he’d brought in his right hand and reached for the second.
Touch.
Lorain’s pale hand brushed the back of Simon’s hand. Both of them pulled away at once.
……
……
An awkward silence fell beneath the moonlit night. Lorain spoke first.
“I’ll carry it.”
“No, wait! I’ll take two!”
The two of them bickered over who would carry the third bucket, until finally they placed it between them and decided to lift it together.
“One. Two. Three.”
“Heave.”
The boy and girl set off toward the tent with the water bucket in hand.
As they walked against the pleasant night breeze, Lorain suddenly burst out giggling.
“Isn’t this ridiculous? We could’ve just had a Skeleton do it.”
“Very un-Necromancer of us.”
The two walked on, chatting cheerfully as they went.
Thus they arrived at the Military Camp. They were about to build a fire and prepare food when the surroundings grew unusually noisy.
“What’s going on?”
Simon said. Lorain scanned the ground and saw drops of blood. “I hear voices from our camp. Let’s go.”

Simon and Lorain rushed into the Military Camp tent.
“What’s happened?”
Serne, Kassan, Lisa, and Mabu came into view. And then a stranger—a man was bleeding, gasping for breath.
Lisa gripped him urgently. “Brother! Don’t move! Your wounds will tear open!”

‘Brother?’
Simon’s eyes widened. Then this was—
‘My Requester, the one who sent that plea for help!’
The man looked at Simon as he struggled to breathe.
“A-are you… Simon… Polentia, sir…?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
The man forced himself upright.
Standing, he was roughly the same height as Simon. His youthful face suggested he was about the same age as Simon.
“You are my Requester, yes?”
Simon handed over the request letter, and the man nodded as he looked at it.
“Yes. That’s correct. But more than anything… I… have something I must… tell you.”
He gasped heavily.
“I’m s-so sorry… that you came all the w-way to Tarados… and yet…”
Simon felt an ominous premonition wash over him.
“The request you placed… has already been completed.”
He pulled out a coin purse with trembling hands and pressed it into Simon’s palm.
Inside were five tarnished gold coins.
“The, the task is finished, so… I should return to Kizen now….”
……
Simon stared at the man, still holding the coin purse.
The man’s face had gone deathly pale as he gasped for breath, his eyes shifting to Lisa.
His younger sister, etched with worry. He smiled.
“I’m sorry, Lisa.”
“B-big brother?”
The apologetic man turned back to Simon, his eyes bloodshot and veined.
Then he lurched forward and seized Simon’s sleeve.
Scratch.
Simon saw Kassan extending his claws and Serne pulling out a feather to strike. He stopped them with a glance.
A moment passed. The man’s lips opened.
“P-please… save me!”
Blood poured from his mouth in a torrent.
“Gyeolsa are madmen! Even now they’re conducting horrific human experimentation on innocent civilians! Many people are trapped in the Underground Base and the ‘experiment’ is nearly complete! If it finishes, not just Tarados but the entire continent will be in danger!”
Cough! Cough!
Drops of blood sprayed onto Simon’s face.
“B-big brother!”
“Please!”
He collapsed to the ground, coughing blood, his trembling hands grasping Simon’s pant leg as he pleaded.
“Please save those people! The mastermind behind everything is Nirti, the leader of Gyeolsa! She must be stopped……!”
Hack!
He spat out a massive gout of blood and collapsed. With a low growl, Kassan lunged forward.
“A Curse! Don’t let him speak anymore!”
At the same moment, commotion erupted outside.
When Lorain pulled back the tent flap and stepped out, she saw large fires blazing throughout the Military Camp and assassins in dark robes systematically slaughtering soldiers and bandits alike.
Simon shouted.
“Lorain! Serne! Kassan! Handle the situation outside! Most importantly, you must rescue General Amin and Commander Karak!”
“Understood!”
“This place is dangerous! Mabu, you need to evacuate to safety as well!”
“Y-yes! Please be careful!”
Four figures bolted from the tent.
Now only three remained. The Requester was breathing rapidly, and Lisa, clinging to him, was weeping.
“Erzsebet.”
Simon spoke into the empty air.
“Don’t let anyone in.”
[Understood, as you wish~]
Erzsebet’s voice came from nowhere, and Simon heard the sound of spider silk swathing the tent.
Simon placed a hand on Lisa’s shoulder as she clung to her brother, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Lisa.”
She looked up at Simon with tear-filled eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’ll save your brother. I swear it.”
“S-Simon….”
Her eyes closed.
Her body went limp. Simon laid the Sleep Curse-stricken girl on a cot, then turned to the dying man.
He approached the Requester, who was fading fast.
“Rest for now.”
Simon stacked multiple layers of Sleep Curse, plunging him into a state like surgical anesthesia. Then, breathing slowly, he extended both hands into the void.
‘Pure Mana Magic.’
Mana gathered from the void, tracing a magical circle.
A Barrier spell woven with the mana his mother Anna had taught him. She had advised him: when the moment comes to use Holiness, unfold this Barrier first.
Shortly after, a mana veil enfolded both Simon and the Requester.
‘I won’t let this play out the way they want it to.’
Simon brought both hands together above the Requester’s wounds.
‘I can do anything.’
Murmuring those words, he triggered the shift from Necromancer to Priest, and white miraculous light bloomed from his palms.
Healing.
Whoosh!
Holiness rippled across the Requester’s body. Simon held the state for a moment, then withdrew his hands.
‘My internal organs are damaged. Simple external treatment won’t work.’
Simon pulled out a small knife.

It was White Magic taught to him by Parahan, the Holy Defense Magic professor.
A blade made entirely of holy power extended beyond the knife’s edge. He would have to cut into the flesh and apply White Magic directly to the interior.
‘I’ve heard the theory from Professor Parahan.’
Cold sweat beaded on Simon’s forehead as he gripped the sacred blade.
‘Will it work?’
But there was no choice. If he did nothing, this man would die. He’d been studying the Priest arts diligently in the meantime.
‘I’ll save him. I have to.’

* * *
The assassins sent by the Gyeolsa had all been dealt with.
The moment they were captured, the assassins collapsed and died spitting blood, just like the Requester had done when speaking to Simon earlier. It was a brutal method of silencing them.
General Amin had struck down the assassins sent to kill him, and the thief captain Karak, though gravely wounded in the shoulder, had somehow survived.
As the chaos subsided, Kassan and Lorain returned to the tent where Simon was. But the tent was covered in what looked like strange spider-web-like strands.
“Simon!”
Pop!
As the startled woman began to create a dagger with her ability and charge forward, Kassan raised his arm to stop her.
“Why? Simon is……!”
“Simon is unharmed. Wait a moment.”
Not long after, the web-like strands surrounding the tent dissolved away, and Simon emerged from within.
Simon’s clothes were soaked with blood, and the Requester boy who had been dying while spitting blood was cradled in his arms.
“I managed to do something about it.”
Simon said, breathing heavily.
Lorain checked the boy’s body and was astonished. She had thought there was no way to save him, but his breathing had stabilized and his complexion was incomparably better than before.
‘Remarkable. The potions I learned in Poison Magic class had their limits—how did he manage this?’
Lorain looked at Simon with puzzled eyes. Simon was now carrying the Requester boy toward the regular army’s Medical Tent.
‘…….’
After watching Simon disappear completely, Lorain stepped into the tent where he had been.
‘Ah.’
The air felt prickly.
And though very faint, the Dark Element within her body was showing signs of rejection.
‘Could it be……?’
Her eyes quickly turned toward the direction Simon had left.
‘I must be imagining things……’
Lorain reflected.
Perhaps Simon was far more secretive and far more remarkable than she had ever imagined.

* * *
The moment was almost here.
Simon removed his blood-sticky robe, changed into fresh clothes more suited for movement, and made his way to the Ruins Site.
“You’ve arrived.”
Kassan, Lorain, Serne, and General Amin had gathered at the entrance to the Ruins Site. The thief captain Karak, having sustained serious wounds, seemed unable to participate in this battle.
“What’s wrong?”
Simon noticed Lorain’s fixed gaze and asked. She quickly turned her head away in embarrassment.
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
“The time has come. I’ll open the door now.”
Amin checked his wristwatch, confirmed it was the appointed hour, and pulled out a key hanging from his neck.
“It seems the Gyeolsa’s assassins were after this.”
Serne folded his arms.
“Well, we waited until the exact moment, but it doesn’t seem like anything’s changed?”
“No.”
Simon spoke seriously, staring into the empty air.
“The space has warped slightly.”
“? I can’t quite tell.”
Amin swept his palm through the air, moving carefully, until he stopped at one spot. Simon was looking in that direction too.
“Then I’ll open the door leading to the Gyeolsa’s secret base.”
Amin thrust the key he had lifted forcefully into the empty space.
Groooooooooowl!
As though the space itself were responding, light rippled through the air and a barrier emerged like transparent glass. Everyone gasped.
Crackle! Crackle!
Amin’s hand, clutching the key, trembled. Sparks danced continuously as the space seemed on the verge of opening, yet nothing gave way.
“The key the lord possessed alone won’t open it.”
Kassan’s expression grew grave.
A soft rush of movement.
Simon stepped forward from where he’d been watching behind the others. By now, his right arm was entirely encased in Pier’s Bone.
“General Amin. Please continue stimulating the space with the key, just as you have been.”
“Yes, understood!”
Simon slowly took his stance, raising the Sword of Destruction before him. Serne, who was usually listless, suddenly gleamed with interest and leaned forward eagerly, while Kassan let out a low chuckle.
‘What’s about to happen?’
Lorain watched them all with confusion in her eyes.
‘The space itself—’
Simon’s torso twisted, and the pure white Sword of Destruction extended forth, brimming with dark power.
‘That cutting sensation—’
A tremendous, resonant crack split the air.
A long line appeared in the void, and with a sharp tearing sound, the distorted space split open. Through the rupture, a new passage revealed itself.
Simon lowered his sword, his eyes settling coolly upon what lay within.
There was the Gyeolsa’s secret base.
For the sake of completing that ‘experiment,’ Nirti would not have fled.
“Let’s go in.”
Simon, his voice edged with cold determination, stepped forward first.
“Mm~”
Serne’s face lit with delight as she ran her tongue across her lips. Lorain glanced at her.
“Deliberately using such crude provocation to anger that man~”
Serne waggled her index finger back and forth playfully.
“Even the methods of self-destruction come in many varieties.”

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