Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 513

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius – Chapter 513
“Match start!”
The moment the match began, Benz raised both arms and activated a magic circle.
“Let me show you the true strength of Allard!”
Boom—!
A grated gate opened at the far end of the arena, and from the darkness beyond, the eyes of a beast gleamed.
Thud-thud—
Monsters entered the arena one by one. All of them bore Benz’s magic circles drawn across their bodies.
“What? Is this even allowed?”
Simon planted his hand on his hip, his expression blank with surprise.
“That’s not the same as summoning undead from a subspace at all.”
“You really don’t know anything!”
Benz shrugged.
“In Allard, as long as you register beforehand, you can station up to six monsters or creatures of your choice in the arena!”
‘How was I supposed to know that?’
Simon let out a hollow laugh.
—Of course, they’ll pull out all kinds of petty tricks, including home advantage and whatever else they can manage.
Jane had been right. This was exactly what she meant.
The stands filled with students in green uniforms erupted in raucous cheers.
“Talk is cheap, Kizen! Stop yapping and fight!”
“If you came to Allard, you follow Allard’s rules!”
“Booooo!”
Thumbs went down in clusters, jeers raining across the arena. The tactic to wear down his mental fortitude was transparent, so Simon merely smiled at how predictable they were being.
“You go first!”
Benz raised his arm in a commanding gesture.
“Gilleon!”
A scarlet fire bear with eyes like burning coals—its body three times the size of a man—snorted and rushed forward. The magic circle attached to its back flared to life, and the beast bellowed as it charged at Simon.
‘Simon! I’ve devised a perfect strategy to defeat you!’
Benz’s expression radiated confidence as he traced a line across his lips.
‘Step one! First, I send out my tamed monsters to deplete Simon’s stamina and dark element reserves!’
His opponent would have to pour out every dark spell in his arsenal to overcome the monsters, whereas Benz would only expend the dark element necessary to activate his taming magic—a pittance by comparison.
Of course, that was only assuming Simon could actually defeat Gilleon in the first place.
“Tear it apart!”
Gilleon kicked up dust as it charged forward.
Simon, who had been standing with his hand buried in his coat pocket, simply twisted his body slightly and let the monster pass by him.
“Chase it down, Gilleon!”
As Benz shouted this, his expression shifted to a confused one.
Crash—!
Though he’d barely touched the creature, Gilleon simply collapsed to the ground. Simon stood calmly where he was, his Student Council President Coat fluttering behind him.
The spectators stirred with agitation.
“What? What did he just do?”
“Taking down a monster that size in a single blow…!”
Benz, too, was taken aback.
He reasoned it couldn’t be a curse—his monsters had curse resistance built in. Poison seemed unlikely either. He’d barely even touched it?
“N-never mind! Next!”
Next came a panther-like beast with tusks jutting out grotesquely, which hurled itself at Simon.
Thud—!
Again, it failed to touch Simon and crashed to the ground.
“?!”
Benz’s bewildered expression hardened into a grimace.
“Damn it! Next! Next!”
But no matter which tamed monster he sent out, the result remained the same. Simon drifted like a butterfly, his coat billowing, and with each encounter, the monsters fell limp to the earth without exception.
Eventually, all six prepared monsters lay defeated. Benz stood with his mouth agape, all vitality drained from him.
“So you’ve used all six? Nothing else left to show?”
Simon brushed his hands clean casually as he spoke.
Jane, observing from the arena’s edge, nodded with satisfaction, while Aland Professor’s hands trembled as he gripped the fence.
“Grrgh!”
Benz spread both arms wide.
“Of course there’s more!”
The instant he unleashed his dark magic, holes riddled the arena floor. Massive plant stems came pouring out from within them.
‘Ha! A bit cowardly, I’ll admit — but I planted seeds in the arena with a Taming spell already woven into them!’
Plant vines erupted around Simon in an instant, lifting him into the air.
As the tide turned, Allard’s students leapt from their seats.
“That’s it, Benz!”
“You’ve locked down his arms! Now take down Kizen!”
Simon gazed down at the vines binding him with an unmoved expression and spoke.
“Gate Opening.”
Crack-crack-crack!
Six Subspaces tore open in midair, and long blades streamed forth from within, slicing cleanly through the vines that held him.
“Aww!”
The crowd groaned as Simon broke free so effortlessly. The moment his feet touched the ground and he raised his head, Benz was already charging toward him.
‘That was just a delay tactic! Step three!’
After Summoning Magic, Benz’s next confidence lay in Magical Combat.
He brought both hands together at his waist and gathered Shadow into a single point. Then, maintaining some distance from Simon, he unleashed a violent thrust forward.
Boom-boom-boom!
A ranged Combat Magic attack — concentrating and firing Shadow straight ahead. Simon simply clenched his right fist and drew it up to his shoulder.

Crack-crack-crack-crack!
In that instant, Benz felt the world and sky split in two.
Simon’s technique tore the black aura Benz had fired in half, leaving a deep gouge along the ground before grazing past Benz’s shoulder.
Spark! Spark!
Impact damage registered on his Barrier Suit, the gauge plummeting nearly halfway in a heartbeat.
‘What the…’
Benz staggered backward.
‘……How is it this strong?’
It was hard to believe they were the same year. Simon, standing with his Student Council President Coat billowing, suddenly felt like an insurmountable wall towering before him.
‘Damn! He’s gotten too close!’
Benz gritted his teeth and moved both arms. He sprouted the remaining seeds, sending plant vines to bind Simon once more.
‘Huh?’
But this time it was different. Simon couldn’t summon those strange creatures like before and simply writhed, caught fast in the vegetation.
No doubt about it.
That other summon must have had some time limit or complicated summoning conditions.
He could win this.
There was still hope!
This time, Benz drew skeletons from his Subspace.
He was separating them to create bone spears when—
“———!!!!”
The crowd that should have been cheering leapt to their feet, roaring in alarm.
Focused on the bone spears, Benz couldn’t hear the voices clearly, but he caught fragments. Stop. What are you doing. Danger. That sort of thing was pouring out.
What danger?
Right now I have the advantage — Simon’s trapped and I’ve got him pinned.
Snap!
With a flick of his fingers, the world sharpened and Simon appeared behind Benz.
“What—!”
The Simon he’d captured was gone. Benz’s vines were simply clenching empty air.
An Original Curse — Delusion.
One of Bahil’s Four Great Curses, it showed illusions to an opponent.
“The moment you get close to use a Combat Magic attack,”
Simon’s body spun around.
“you step within range of my curse.”
His palm made contact with Benz’s back.

Crash!
Benz’s body was hurled forward and slammed into the ground face-first.
“Ugh!”
He raised his head urgently. Around him lay the summoned creatures Simon had defeated earlier.
‘What…’
Benz’s pupils trembled as he looked at the monsters.
‘They weren’t defeated — they were asleep?’
“Taming. I’ll grant you that your ability to control monsters is impressive Dark Magic.”
Simon turned around.
“But you can only control one at a time, right?”
Clap!
With those words, Simon brought his palms together sharply. The Sleep curse binding the six monsters shattered in unison, and they lurched to their feet.
The first thing the monsters saw upon waking was Benz.
“Since you kept sending me just one at a time.”
“Ugh—ahhhhh!”
Wham!
Crack!
Thud-thud-thud!
Benz was surrounded by five monsters, their attacks raining down on him. Simon lowered his arm with an easy smile.
“Match over! The winner—”
The referee’s arm shot up.
[Simon Polentia : 94%]
[Benz Macbiff : 0%]
“Kizen’s Student Council President, Simon Polentia!”
From start to finish, it had been Simon’s complete victory.

* * *
“That was a splendid match.”
Jane savored her student’s victory, extending her hand toward Aland Professor. He couldn’t quite hide his bitter smile as he clasped it.
“……Hah, well. Kizen never fails to impress. The Student Council President didn’t seem to use even half his power. This is rather humbling.”
Jane’s eyebrow twitched at that remark.
“Allow me to correct you.”
“Pardon?”
“It was a third, not half. He won using only a third.”
Aland Professor let out a hollow laugh.
‘……What on earth is this woman saying?’
“Professor Jane!”
Just then, Simon came bounding toward her with a brilliant grin. Jane arranged her face into its customary blankness as she watched him approach.
“I won!”
“That was the only possible outcome.”
She sighed.
“There’s no need to celebrate so enthusiastically. Prepare yourself for the transition to the next Necromancer School—Sierra.”
“Yes!”
Aland Professor watched her departing back and smiled quietly to himself.
‘She’s not honest about her feelings, is she.’
The spectators in the stands drained away like a receding tide. And Benz, too, shuffled toward Aland Professor with weary, listless steps.
“I apologize, Professor.”
He spoke in a dejected tone.
“There are other students with higher grades than me, and yet I insisted on stepping forward anyway…….”
The professor placed a reassuring hand on Benz’s shoulder.
“It wouldn’t have mattered who went out there. You did your best. Your opponent was simply too strong.”
……
“Thank you for a year of hard work, Benz.”
He then smiled gently at the boy.
“Kizen is a remarkable place. Learn as much as you can while you’re there.”
“Sniff! Professor!”
Tears welled up in Benz’s eyes.
“I’m truly grateful for everything!!”
He bowed deeply at the waist.
“I will never forget your teachings! My time at Allard! Never!”
“Now, off you go.”
Each year, the three greatest students of the Three Great Necromancer Schools are claimed by Kizen.
That is simply how things are.
Yet for the sake of the students’ futures, one can never ask them to remain at Allard.
And maintaining the top position at Allard matters far less than the students thriving as mid-to-high rank talents at Kizen—it serves the school’s honor and interests far better.
The world is sometimes cruel.
“You’ll adapt to your new school in no time at all.”
Whether now or two years from now, eventually one must let students go.
That was the master’s fate.

* * *
At the same moment.
Sierra Chancellor’s Office.
“Allard has fallen.”
The Chancellor of Sierra spoke without turning from the window, hands clasped behind his back.
“They’ll be here soon enough.”
He turned his head. The Red Uniform Student sat upon the office sofa with one leg crossed over the other, a serene smile playing at his lips.
“How are your conditions?”
“Optimal.”
“Can you win?”
The student answered not with words, but by opening his palm.
Whoosh!
A vivid green flame, unlike the ordinary Dark Flame Arts, flickered and rose into being.
“So long as we fight in Sierra’s Arena, there is no possibility of my defeat.”
He clenched his fist, and the flame extinguished.
“But you’re certain it’s all right for me to beat Kizen? For nearly centuries, getting soundly defeated by Kizen has been the tradition. There won’t be any issues if they take offense?”
The Chancellor’s lips curved upward.
“Of course not! I take full responsibility for everything.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“I expect a one-sided match.”
The boy rose from his seat and laughed.
“I do hope Kizen arrives soon.”

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