Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 514

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 514
Leaving Alland behind, new companions had joined their ranks.
“Simon! I let my guard down back there!”
Benz, in his green school uniform, patted Simon’s shoulder with a laugh.
“I never thought a Summoning student could cast an Illusion Curse! Man, if I hadn’t fallen for that, I don’t know how the match would’ve gone!”
An Alland girl walking with them snorted dismissively.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You saw the Kizen president destroy every plant vine with his summons and escape. After seeing that, you still believed it was real? Any necromancer should suspect first.”
“You haven’t been fooled before—you don’t know! It was a genuinely convincing illusion!”
Benz said this while looking at Simon.
“Right, Simon? It was just finding the gap in a summoner’s duel! Next time I’ll definitely win!”
“Well then, I welcome the challenge anytime.”
Simon answered with a smile.
“I’m glad we’ll be studying together at Kizen, Benz. Let’s work hard and climb higher together.”
“You bet!”
Benz laughed with his teeth showing, while the Alland girl let out a deep sigh.
“……Completely outmatched in both skill and character.”
“Stop making a fuss behind me!”
Simon, Jane, and the transfer students from Alland had exited the forest path leading into the Campus Grounds. The forest rustled and sealed the path behind them once more.
“Take care, Alland!”
Benz threw both arms up and shouted toward his former school. The other two students, processing their emotions, watched the forest with mixed expressions on their faces.
“Welcome.”
Outside the forest path, a servant sent by Kizen stood waiting.
“Professor Jane. The Teleportation Circle to Sierra is ready.”
“Thank you for waiting, Tajo.”
She gestured with an expressionless gaze, and the students filed onto the Teleportation Circle above.

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Calos Kingdom, Melbourg Gorge.
The air was thick and humid, carrying the musty scent of rock, and towering stone cliffs dominated the landscape.
Narrow, deep ravines and steep rock faces created treacherous slopes—one misstep would send you tumbling hundreds of meters down into the abyss.
‘There’s a school in a place like this?’
Simon wiped the sweat from his brow and surveyed the area. Jane, who had walked ahead, emerged from the gorge and spoke.
“We’ve arrived.”
The students rushed to her side at once, their eyes widening in unison.
“Wow……!”
As if a god had painted with crimson pigment, a massive stone mountain rose before them, so vast and vividly red it was almost impossible to describe. Vegetation was sparse, and atop the smooth-faced ridge, buildings jutted up haphazardly.
Simon’s eyes sparkled.
‘That must be the next Necromancer School—Sierra!’
“No way.”
Benz’s lips began to twitch.
“They’re not seriously asking us to climb all the way up there, right? These Sierra bastards! They’re trying to wear Simon down beforehand……!”
“There should be a Mana Elevator.”
Jane was right.
As they approached the cliff face, Sierra staff had erected an elevator and stood waiting. It was large enough to comfortably fit five people at once.
Jane and the students stepped onto the elevator, which bore a Magical Circle, and the staff courteously closed the doors. When Simon touched the wall, it felt like it was made of pure mana.
“Ascending now. Please refrain from running inside for safety.”
Clunk!
The engine whirred several times before the elevator began pumping upward steadily.
“Whoa, whoa! It’s fast!”
“I can’t see the ground anymore!”
The Alland students, making their first visit to Sierra, crouched down nervously. Jane looked at Simon and spoke.
“Student Council President. How is your condition? Do you think you can face one more opponent?”
“Of course, Professor!”
Simon answered cheerfully.
He already knew today’s schedule included facing both the Alland and Sierra representatives. He had fought Benz’s match primarily with curses to conserve his strength.
‘This time I’ll need to use either the Elite Guard or Chaos. One of them for sure.’
Thump—
Finally reaching the summit, the elevator came to a halt. They had ascended several thousand meters of cliff face in mere minutes.
The elevator doors opened and Jane and the students stepped outside.
“Ugh, what?”
“Can’t breathe properly.”
The sudden climb to high altitude made the thin air hit me all at once. My ears felt blocked, and a slight dizziness crept in.
Straight ahead, the Sierra Campus Grounds came into view.
Matching the russet cliff face, the school buildings were constructed of red brick and earth. The architecture was distinctly unusual—round roofs everywhere—and scattered stone statues gave the grounds a quiet, austere character.
Just as at Allard, the campus entrance was lined with Sierra Rector and his staff, waiting to receive us.
“Welcome. Karamut!”
Sierra Rector greeted us in the local tongue. He was a man dressed in a red formal suit, with a sharp center part that exposed his forehead and a full beard.
He spread both arms wide to welcome Jane and the students.
“Welcome! Vice-Rector Jane and all our students! It is an honor to have you visit Sierra, a prestigious institution of long and storied tradition!”
“Thank you for the warm reception.”
Jane and Sierra Rector shook hands, both smiling.
“Come, come—let us go inside. I shall personally give you a tour of the school.”
Sierra Rector had considerable pride in his institution. He raised his voice over every building, every facility—nothing went unmentioned.
“This is our specialized training facility where students can experience virtual combat! It required tremendous investment, but seeing the delighted faces of our students makes me think every coin was well spent.”
“Impressive.”
“Ah, Vice-Rector Jane! Last year, Kizen’s intensive curriculum meant the friendly match was cancelled, but might we hope for one this year?”
“Yes, I’ll bring the matter to Neftis personally.”
While the adults conducted their business, the Allard students kept their competitive edge sharp, murmuring among themselves and finding fault with everything.
“Doesn’t their gymnasium look a bit cramped to you? Ours is probably three times larger.”
“Wow, an apple pie costs a hundred silver here. The prices are ridiculous.”
Simon’s eyes gleamed as he took in the surroundings like a curious tourist.
When would he ever get another chance to visit Sierra? Everything was different—from the building styles to the learning environment itself.
Occasionally, students in red School Uniforms would wave at him from classroom windows. Simon would smile and wave back.
“Hmm—”
Sierra Rector, who had been quietly observing Simon, turned his head.
“That boy is Kizen’s new Student Council President, isn’t he?”
“Yes.”
Jane nodded.
“A second-year Student Council President! How refreshing! Kizen is truly ahead in every respect! When you said second year, I naturally assumed it would be Lorain or Serne! Ha!”
“…….”
Jane’s eyebrow twitched slightly at those words.
“He is an exceptional student who ranked valedictorian among all second-years. His appointment as Student Council President was the natural course of events.”
“I see. Though, wasn’t the original purpose of the Transfer Assessment Battle for Kizen’s upper-classmen to instruct and evaluate our Sierra students? That’s what gives me a touch of concern.”
The Rector’s eyes narrowed.
“If our student were to win, it might be a bit embarrassing for Kizen… ha!”
“There is no need whatsoever for such concern—”
Jane’s expressionless face shifted into a smile.
“A reality check would do you good.”
Though her voice was utterly chilling.
“Haha! Indeed, Vice-Rector Jane.”
Sierra Rector spoke then in a sinister tone.
“What if we made a personal wager? If our student wins, you would take over teaching our Dark Runic Studies class for a year, wouldn’t you?”
‘Impossible!’
Simon, eavesdropping on their exchange, felt his jaw drop.
Jane’s classes were coveted even by Kizen students but impossible to attend. The thought of Jane, already burdened with duties as Kizen’s Vice-Rector, being borrowed as a visiting professor by Sierra was absurd.
“Agreed.”
‘Vice-Rector Jane?!’
“In exchange, if our student wins, I would ask you to oversee the cleaning of the main building’s bathrooms at Kizen for a year.”
Jane raised the stakes—not one rung, but five.
“Haha! That would be entertaining! Agreed!”
Watching the two adults play their mind games, Simon—caught in the middle—felt his mouth go dry. Cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck.
‘Surely… they’re just joking, right?’

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“Well then, let’s end the campus tour here. Shall we head to the Arena?”
Following Sierra Rector’s lead, the group stepped onto a Teleportation Circle set in the Plaza and vanished, reappearing at the Arena.
The moment Simon opened his eyes after the spatial transfer—
ROOOAAARRRRR!
A thunderous roar erupted from the stands. The entire Arena was packed with students in red School Uniforms. Like magma churning at the summit of a volcano.
BOOM!
Boom!
Mana fireworks erupted across the arena, and flames shot upward in a brilliant surge.
An energetic, shoulder-swaying song drifted through the air—the Sierra school anthem, it seemed—and the students belted out the lyrics in unison, linking arms to amp up the atmosphere.
Cheerleaders in matching uniforms scattered throughout the crowd, waving support props and performing routines.
‘Insane.’
But Simon’s shock had nothing to do with the crowd or the fireworks.
It was the arena itself.
Built thousands of meters above sea level, the arena consisted of dozens of narrow, column-like rock outcroppings spaced at regular intervals. Looking down, clouds obscured the depths below, and beyond them lay nothing but a vertiginous void.
Fall from this height and they’d never find the body.
“Welcome, Kizen!”
“First time at Sierra Sky Arena?”
“Wahahaha!”
Sierra students hurled comments from the stands. Simon laughed awkwardly and scratched his cheek.
‘…There’s such a thing as home-field advantage taken too far.’
What they’d done back in Alland was child’s play by comparison.
Without flight mastery, fighting properly in Sierra’s Sky Arena seemed nearly impossible.
Simon himself didn’t have techniques specialized exclusively in flight. Of course, it was obvious as daylight that Sierra would field their most capable flyer as their department representative.
[Th-thank you all for waiting!]
A male student in a crimson school uniform held up an Amplification Crystal from the stands, his voice booming.
[I’m Merhoven, a 3rd Year, and I’ll be commentating today’s match! Let me introduce our competitors! First, on the right! All the way from distant Kizen’s Rocksum, please give a warm welcome to our 2nd Year Student Council President, Simon Polentia! Come on, everyone, applause~]
A mixture of genuine applause and jeers intent on damping his spirits rose from the crowd.
The commentator wrapped up Simon’s introduction briskly and swept his arm across.
[And now our red corner! Pay close attention to the red corner! Our hero! Our star! Our ace!]
A burst of red light illuminated the opposite end of the arena where Simon stood.
[Jetz Simerat takes the stage!]
Waaaaaaaa!
Fireworks erupted alongside a deafening roar.
A magical circle flared, and a boy in Sierra’s crimson uniform emerged, a Lizard Scale Scarf draped around his neck. He unfurled wings forged from Dark Magic and flew freely through the sky above.
Jetz! Jetz! Jetz! Jetz! Jetz!
As Jetz Simerat zipped across the stands at high speed, students responded with synchronized wave chants each time he passed.
Jetz, who’d cranked the arena’s energy to a fever pitch, performed a mid-air somersault and returned to his position.
“Simon Polentia. Your exploits have reached even this far side of the continent!”
Snap.
Jetz Simerat stretched out his hand, pointing directly at Simon.
“But this is Sierra! Our nest! Here, we are invincible!”
Waaaaaaaa!
Jetz! Jetz! Jetz! Jetz! Jetz!
“Invincible.”
Simon smiled coolly and rested his hand at his waist, his Black Coat tails billowing in the wind.
“We’ll see if that’s true starting right now.”

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