Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 516

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 516
He’d walked straight into the trap.
Zetsu plummeted, his right wing severed clean. Every foothold nearby had been obliterated by Simon’s explosions, and below lay nothing but an endless cliff and clouds stretching into infinity.
In the Sky Arena, falling beyond the clouds meant an “Out of Bounds” ruling. No matter how much Barrier Gauge remained—disqualification was automatic.
‘This can’t be how it ends…!’
Zetsu seized both wings, his eyes snapping wide open.
‘It’s not over yet!’
He attempted rapid modifications to his Flying Magic Circle. Instead of dissolving both wings entirely, he would channel the Dark Power in a sudden burst, propelling himself forward using the principle of a booster.
‘Forward!’
Whoosh!
The Shadow Wings hurled Zetsu like a projectile, rocketing him forward. His body crashed onto the outermost edge of the Sky Arena’s platform.
Crash-bang-bang!
A soft landing was too much to ask. His body bounced across the floor several times before slamming into the spectator barrier and ricocheting off.
Nearby spectators gasped in shock. The Commentator’s voice cut through the noise—a wail of disbelief mixed with exasperation.
“Z-Zetsu!”
“You alright?”
Zetsu’s body trembled as he pushed his upper half upright.
‘Damn it, the Barrier kept me alive, but barely.’
[Simon: 79%]
[Zetsu: 25%]
His Barrier Gauge plummeted into the twenties in an instant, now flashing a sickly red.
As Zetsu’s head rose, he glimpsed Simon descending through the air above—adorned in a Guard Unit Flying Suit, drifting down with unsettling calm.
“Tch…!”
Zetsu forced himself to his feet, trembling with effort.
“A Skeleton that soars through the heavens, and an armored flight suit forged from that same Skeleton. You’ve prepared quite the technique, Simon.”
Simon gazed down at him.
“And you still have time to offer praise?”
“Of course!”
Zetsu ripped open his school uniform shirt, exposing the Magic Circle sprawled across his abdomen.
“I’ve been preparing something grand of my own!”
The Magic Circle ignited instantly.
<Zetsu Original – Igni Potence>
Whirrrr!
A torrent of emerald flame erupted from the circle, expanding omnidirectionally in a howling inferno.
‘This technique’s range maxes out at 1,800 meters. I’ve got him completely in my sights!’
Simon responded by sweeping his hand in a sharp arc. The Emerald Light drained from the Guard Units’ bodies nearby and converged beside him, coalescing into the form of a Magic Circle.
Behind that circle, Simon tore open a Subspace.
“Come forth. My Knights.”
<Simon Original – Guard Unit & Blade Storm>
Screeeech!
Two Skeleton Knights emerged from the Subspace, their forms bathed in cyan light.
The white maelstrom transformed into a colossal emerald whirlwind, piercing through the flame storm like a spear thrust and driving ever forward.
‘What—what the hell—!’
Zetsu hastily canceled his Dark Magic and raised a Black Shield.
Crack!
The vortex of the two Knights shattered the Black Shield and ground to a halt, simultaneously seizing both his arms and slamming him flat on his back.
“Impossible!”
Zing!
Zetsu’s gaze snapped skyward. The Clouds from the Skeleton Knights’ flight suits and everything else—all the Guard Units’ Clouds converged toward Simon’s center, then flashed jet-black like a cross before transforming into the shape of an arrow.
“Damn it all!”
Zetsu thrashed wildly, his arms flailing, but the Knights would not release him.
<Simon Remake – Blood Arrow>
As Simon’s body fell through gravity, the obsidian arrow shot forth.
“…Hah.”
The Skeleton Knights finally withdrew their grip and retreated. Zetsu, staring at the approaching black arrow, let out a hollow laugh of resignation.
“Seriously. Ridiculous.”
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
A jet-black explosion engulfed Zetsu’s form, the shockwave spreading outward in a fan-shaped burst from the impact point.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
A massive wind blast swept across the arena, sending spectators in the stands ducking for cover.
[Simon Polentia: 79%]
[Zetsu Simerat: 0%]
[Winner!]
The referee raised his arm high.
[Kizen’s Student Council President, Simon Polentia!]
Benz and the transfer students from Alland erupted in cheers that split the air. The Sierra students slumped in their seats with faces of resignation, their disappointment evident. Some students offered respectful applause for a well-fought match.
“Tch. I thought the second-year student council president would at least put up a decent fight.”
“Still, Kizen is Kizen.”
The Sierra students accepted their defeat gracefully and filed out. Simon, his Flying Suit deactivating as he fell, descended lightly toward the hill where Zetsu lay.
After collecting his scattered Skeletons, he made his way toward the stands.
‘Incredible.’
‘Next year, I’ll be at that school…!’
The Sierra first-year students in particular stared at Simon with eyes full of longing.
“Then.”
And in the VIP room.
Jane turned her back and walked toward the door, speaking as she went.
“Please handle the cleaning, Headmaster. When you return to work next month, the Team Leader of Servants will show you what needs to be done.”
“……Ugh!”
The Sierra Headmaster’s face had turned crimson, his fists trembling with fury.

* * *
That evening.
“I feel alive again.”
Simon had the luxury of using the Hot Spring on Sierra’s grounds entirely to himself. His body melted into the steaming waters as wisps of vapor rose around him, and the fatigue seemed to drain away like morning mist.
‘So Sierra’s famous for its hot springs. They weren’t exaggerating.’
Simon leaned back. Gazing blankly at the ceiling beaded with moisture, he suddenly thought of the other Student Council members.
‘I wonder how they’re doing with their Mission Evaluations.’
He’d meant to indulge in a moment of reflection, but the water was too hot—he couldn’t stay in for more than an hour.
Climbing out of the bath, Simon donned the outdoor robe that Sierra had thoughtfully prepared for him and stepped outside. He gazed up at the darkening night sky and stretched luxuriously.
It was a rare moment of ease.
‘After Tarados, and now this tour through the three major Necromancer Schools. We’ve been pushed hard.’
Tonight he would stay in Sierra, and tomorrow morning he’d depart for Moiran, the last of the three great Necromancer Schools.
Sierra had generously provided the entire Guest Reception Building as their lodging.
Simon walked unhurriedly toward the lodging. After that battle, even the thin air of these high altitudes no longer bothered him.
“You’re Kizen’s Student Council President, right?”
“?”
Simon turned toward the voice.
A man with one pupil darkened stood leaning against a tree.
“Could you spare a moment?”
He wore a red coat over his school uniform—a design similar to Simon’s Student Council President Coat.
‘Could this be…?’
“I’m Sierra’s Student Council President, third-year Roberto.”
He extended his hand. Simon quickly composed himself and took it.
“It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Simon Polentia, Student Council President of Kizen.”
The two men shook hands lightly. Roberto gestured with his hand.
“It’s not the place to talk here. Let’s move somewhere else for a moment.”
“…Ah, yes. Of course.”
Roberto led Simon to a nearby School Building.
Given his current attire and the cold night air, Simon rubbed his arms. Fortunately, once they entered the building, the interior was warm.
“Here we are.”
Roberto opened the door, and Simon walked in without suspicion.
“Oh.”
Sierra students were gathered inside. Some wore their school uniforms, while others lounged in casual clothes as if they’d just bathed—much like Simon himself.
Among them was Zetsu, the student Simon had faced today.
“Simon Polentia!”
He gnashed his teeth and shot to his feet. Then he strode forward and jabbed his index finger out sharply.
“You think you can just beat me and leave like that? I won’t let you go without a rematch!”
Simon tilted his head, his expression a question mark.

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“What, what do you mean?”
“Why should we listen to Sierra?”
The transfer students from Allard who had been sleeping at the Lodging were also being dragged along by Sierra students. A female student leading them glanced back.
“Well, might as well make the most of it. Kizen’s Student Council President is here too.”
“Simon?!”
Benz burst through the door in a flurry.
“Hey, Simon! You didn’t get any retaliation or anything……!”
Wahahaha!
But the scene before them was nothing like what Benz had imagined.
In an atmosphere thick with laughter and camaraderie, everyone was roaring with amusement. Students sprawled across the floor and chairs, laughing and chattering as they drank Champagne.
The table was laden with delicious food. At that moment, everyone was doubled over laughing at one of Zetsu’s impromptu performances.
“You’re late! Allard!”
Zetsu raised his voice and stretched out his arms.
Benz looked around in bewilderment. Then he spotted Simon sitting in the center, cheerfully clinking a Champagne glass with Sierra’s Student Council President beside him.
“Simon! What are you doing here?”
“Huh?”
Simon took a sip of Champagne.
“They said since it’s Sierra’s last night here, we should all hang out together.”
Benz let out a hollow laugh.
“……You surprised me. What made you come along if you were worried about retaliation?”
“Professor Jane is here, and if anything goes wrong, I can handle myself anyway.”
“Ooh, very confident! Sir!”
Roberto, Sierra’s Student Council President with a flushed face from the Champagne, draped an arm around Simon’s shoulder and spoke warmly. Simon laughed awkwardly with an “Aha.”
“Don’t just stand there like a fool. Enjoy yourself. Allard.”
Zetsu came over and handed Benz a fresh glass of Champagne, then shrugged.
“Or is it that last year’s ‘Alland-Sierra Battle’ loss still weighs on you?”
Benz, his trigger pressed, cried out indignantly.
“It’s not the Alland-Sierra Battle, it’s the Sierra-Alland Battle! And that was because you bribed the referee!”
“Ugh, dragging up last year’s stuff again. The loser sure talks a lot~”
“You brought it up first!”
Benz turned his furious gaze toward Simon.
“Simon! Tell me straight right now! How was the Evaluation Match? Was I stronger? Or was that Sierra guy stronger?”
In that instant, an unreal silence fell over the room.
Everyone’s burdensome gazes, eyes sharp with tension, fixed on Simon. Simon gave an awkward smile and waved his wrist.
“The terrain and conditions were so completely different that it’s hard to judge strength from just one match…….”
“Well, you know what.”
Roberto approached and clinked his glass against Simon’s Champagne glass.
“Which one was even slightly more troublesome?”
“Mm.”
Simon scratched the side of his head.
“Well, Zetsu was a bit more…….”
Waaaaaaaaa!
Sierra’s students let out a thunderous cheer, hurling snacks and treats like fireworks.
“Unofficial Sierra-Alland Battle: Sierra’s victory!”
“That’s absurd!”
Benz shrieked.
“Simon, you traitor! You’re saying that flying guy was easier than me? Everyone! Does that sound right……!”
“Sigh, as expected, you shouldn’t have gone to the Evaluation Match, Benz.”
The other two Allard transfer students readily conceded and, picking up their Champagne glasses, mingled with Sierra’s students. Benz pointed at them accusingly.
“Shameful! You grasshopper uniforms!”
Hahahaha!
And so the students from three schools, rarely able to gather like this, had a party and spent a joyful evening together.
Youth’s night grew deep.

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The next morning.
Jane turned around in front of the Teleport Magic Circle.
“Is everyone ready?”
“Yes!”
Passing through Sierra, new comrades joined once more. With Zetsu and two other female students added to the group, a total of six transfer students entered Kizen.
“The final destination is Moiran.”
“……Moiran.”
Benz and Zetsu’s expressions hardened in unison, displeasure settling across their faces. Simon, dressed in the Student Council President Coat, turned to look back at them.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing much.”
“Just that the Moiran lot don’t exactly endear themselves to us.”
Jane placed a hand on her hip.
“Quiet.”
“Yes, ma’am! Our apologies!”
“The transfer evaluation match against Moiran is somewhat special. As in previous years, this year will also proceed as a 3v3 team match.”
Simon caught the low murmur from Benz: just do what we always do, but those guys always have to show off somehow.
Simon looked at Jane.
“Professor, if it’s a 3v3 match, shouldn’t we have an equal number of people?”
“There’s no need to worry about that.”
Jane brushed her hair back with an indifferent expression.
“I’ve had qualified students standing by. They should have arrived by now, so we’ll see them once we get to Moiran. Come on, let’s go.”
“?”
It’s the last day of the mission evaluation—who could possibly be able to come?
With that question lingering in his mind, Simon stepped toward the Teleport Magic Circle that would take them to Moiran, the final Necromancer School.

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