Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 519

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 519
Kamibarez’s counterattack using the sniper spell was undoubtedly impressive.
But when considering the overall flow of the match, the broad current hadn’t shifted. Alizarin still held the upper hand, pressing forward with overwhelming numbers.
Kamibarez was too busy dodging attacks, leaping this way and that.
“Hup!”
She vaulted into the air to escape the wave, and fired the Blood Chaser once more.
Now Alizarin was on guard as well. He crouched low behind a shield of layered waves, and the blood bullet merely grazed his arm.
“Ah!”
Whoooosh—!
This time Alizarin’s focus never wavered. The crimson wave surged up and swallowed the descending Kamibarez, slamming her down against the ground.
Her Barrier Gauge ticked down further.
“Hah, hah.”
Kamibarez barely extracted herself from the wave, droplets falling from her hair as she assessed her condition.
Because she was preparing the Blood Storm, her blood and mental strength were being drained away steadily.
Growing anxious, she reached out and touched the magical circle drawn on her wrist.
‘If I cancel this technique and focus the remaining dark element on ranged attacks….’
“Kami!”
Then, from the stands, a cry cut through the noise with unusual clarity.
It was Simon.
“Don’t get caught up in his pace! Think about what you need to prioritize!”
‘Right.’
Of course.
What I need to prioritize.
Since this is a place and time that favors my opponent, it’s only natural that he has the advantage. All I can do now is endure, no matter how many waves crash down on me or how many wounds I take.
She began running again, and Alizarin’s crimson waves came crashing down in succession.
“How about that, Ursulla!”
Alizarin laughed, flailing his arms wide.
To see that legendary Necromancer of Ursulla’s reduced to merely fleeing from his dark magic was a rush he couldn’t deny.
“Yeah, I wanted to get into Kizen just like you!”
Alizarin had taken the Kizen Entrance Exam just a year ago.
But.
-You lack talent.
Those were the cold first words the examiner had spoken to him.
-I’m afraid that despite blood flow magic being your specialty, you were born with blood that is simply too weak.
The examiner had rejected him, and when he failed the Kizen Entrance Exam after five years of preparation, he’d tasted the despair of a life broken in two.
“But here in Moiron, those who accepted me gave me a chance to stand again!”
At his gesture, crimson ripples surged from the waterway, cutting off Kamibarez’s escape route.
With her retreat blocked, she had no choice but to thrust both hands forward and cast Blood Wave. Alizarin countered with the same dark magic.
Boom!
“It doesn’t matter if my blood is weak! Like the waves of the Great Lake here, I rise again and again!”
Kamibarez’s Blood Wave shattered the first wave, but the second, third, and fourth crashed down in succession, ultimately overwhelming her blood flow magic.
“Born with Ursulla’s blood running through your veins, you can’t possibly understand my desperation!”
The fifth wave swept Kamibarez’s body forward and slammed her into the wall. She cried out sharply at the impact.
The hit registered, and her Barrier Gauge blinked red in warning. Alizarin clenched his fist, savoring the satisfaction.
He could win this.
Beat Kizen. Beat Ursulla’s own Necromancer.
‘I’ll strike you down! I’ll prove that my blood can surpass Ursulla’s!’
Hah, hah.
Her wet bangs hung limply, obscuring her eyes.
“…No, I can’t understand your life or your desperation.”
She pushed herself up unsteadily.
“So don’t presume to define the path I’ve walked.”
Zing!
At last, it was complete. She tore the magical circle from her body.
“Don’t talk about things you know nothing of! You carry Ursulla’s blood, and yet—!”
“Half-blood!”
She shouted harshly.
“That’s my identity! I’ve never once regarded Ursulla’s blood as a blessing! Having blood like this flow through an ordinary human body isn’t a blessing—it’s a curse!”
Her magical circle activated. Petals of blood scattered in all directions as a scarlet tempest roared forth.
<Ursulla Original – Blood Storm>
Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!
A blood vortex raged violently from the center of the arena.
“I’m still moving forward!”
Kamibarez extended both arms outward in a single motion.
“Because the people who believe in me are here, and the people I want to stand with until the end are here!”
The Blood Storm surged ahead with a deafening roar.
Alizarin, too, squeezed every ounce of his dark element, warping his magical circle and turning the crimson sea into a vortex. Five crimson whirlwinds erupted from all directions.
Five crimson Blood Storms slammed into hers.
Crash! Crash! Bang!
Kamibarez’s Blood Storm gained momentum. The five crimson Blood Storms crumbled, and it stretched forward toward Alizarin without pause.
‘This can’t be happening!’
The situation had reversed.
Now it was Alizarin who turned and fled, with the red vortex sweeping away everything in its path as it pursued him.
‘Running on foot—I can’t escape it!’
As Alizarin fled, he scattered droplets of blood into the channels. Thick crimson waves billowed up.
‘Blood Storm!’
A sixth crimson Blood Storm collided with Kamibarez’s, but shattered easily and reverted to liquid form.
‘Blood Storm! Blood Storm! Blood Storm!’
Alizarin kept summoning Blood Storms as he ran, only for each one to crumble against Kamibarez’s overwhelming power.
“Blood St—cough!”
His dark element was completely exhausted. Even as he sprayed blood, the crimson wave rose only halfway before collapsing.
The tenth Blood Storm advancing forward now was his last. His lips trembled as he raised his head desperately.
‘Please!’
The image of defeating Ursulla, the pinnacle of blood magic.
That image blurred because even after nine impacts with the same technique, that Blood Storm remained completely intact.
Finally, the first Blood Storm and the tenth collided head-on.
Crash! Crash! Bang!
They struck each other, canceled each other out, and shattered. The vortices exploded, sending a massive shockwave rippling outward.
“Watch out!”
“Ahhhhh!”
As if suddenly thrust into the heart of a typhoon, the spectators’ clothing and belongings scattered about in chaos.
Alizarin’s mouth twisted into a smile.
‘…I…I blocked it after ten tries! I did it!’
But before he could fully savor the moment, Alizarin’s head snapped around. Kamibarez’s eyes blazed as she burst toward him from behind.
‘Is she coming at me with Combat Magic?!’
Kamibarez extended her arm, and Alizarin, still reeling from the shock, took a defensive stance.
Her hand, driven forward with sharp precision, was safely intercepted by his elbow.
‘Now for my counterattack—!’
But.
Whoosh—
He wasn’t blocking at all; his body was being hurled sideways while still in a defensive posture.
A technique that repels the opponent with tremendous force upon contact—Kamibarez’s original Combat Magic move that even Hong Peng had praised.

Smash!
Alizarin was driven into the opposite wall, letting out a choking retch. The barrier flickered crimson.
Kamibarez drew her arm back from the extended striking position.
‘Huh?’
Her gaze lowered.
In the puddle of water pooled on the ground, her own reflection stared back—drenched in Alizarin’s blood.
‘Why is there blood on me?’
The blow just now couldn’t have made the opponent spit blood. Bakta was a repulsion technique, not one that inflicted internal damage.
So there was only one answer.
‘He deliberately vomited blood…? What—?’
Ping—
Her pupils, covered in Alizarin’s blood, began to tremble violently.
And Alizarin, watching her intently, staggered and broke into a triumphant smile.
‘Huh! I finally pulled it off!’
Just as Simon uses SM-1 blood when creating clouds, each necromancer’s blood has its own unique properties.
And Alizarin’s PU-4 blood type, which had been rejected by Kizen’s interviewer, specializes in “bestowal” and “parasitism.” He’d applied this to control water, and in theory, he could control monsters or even people.
Of course, he still wasn’t capable of actually controlling a real person yet.
But by now, Kamibarez would be—
‘Experiencing effects much like being cursed with every conceivable mental affliction.’
Her mind fractured, hallucinations blooming, her thoughts scattered. She stood vacant, arms hanging limp at her sides.
Alizarin forced his trembling legs forward, rushing toward the incapacitated Kamibarez.
‘I have to finish this with Combat Magic before she recovers!’
He sprinted with everything he had, gathering every scrap of the Shadow Aura he’d only just recovered, pooling it into his fist. Then he hurled it at her with all his strength.
“!”
Alizarin’s eyes snapped wide.
Blocked.
A single slender finger—just one—extended from her hand, effortlessly halting his fist with its gathered Shadow Aura.
Shudder—shudder—
He was losing the contest of strength.
Her expression had frozen into something glacial, her eyes now hollow voids—the gaze of something hollow, something other. That emptiness fixed upon Alizarin.
‘The atmosphere has changed—!’
Before he could finish the thought, his vision inverted.
His body was airborne.
Crash!
He collided with the opposite wall—the same one he’d hit before. Kamibarez materialized before him with a sharp snap.
Crack!
His head twisted without warning, without understanding.
Hack!
This time the pain exploded through his abdomen. His body folded; Kamibarez, her eyes devoid of emotion, seized his hair and drove her knee upward toward his nose with brutal force.
Screech!
His head snapped backward. Impact erupted beyond the barrier; blood cascaded from his nose in a torrent.
The spray struck Kamibarez’s face again, and her expression twisted into something far more terrible.
Thud!
Crack!
Smash!
One-sided savagery unfolded. Every spectator in the arena sat rigid, silent.
The sight of her driving his face repeatedly into stone by his hair bore no resemblance whatsoever to the Kizen student they’d seen at the start.
It was as though a different person had taken her place.

Bakta, the rebound technique, was unleashed upon Alizarin’s prone form.
With a sharp crack, his head bounced like a ball into her waiting hand, only to be slammed back against the stone.
Thump!
Crack!
Smack!
Even as the barrier shattered, her movements never ceased.
Spectators squeezed their eyes shut or turned away. Benz, watching from the stands, felt his lips trembling.
“K-Kami…!”
Not a trace remained of the girl who had offered him a towel with a shy smile, the one he adored.
“S-stop, please…!”
In that instant—
A coat billowed, momentarily obscuring Benz’s view.
Just as Kamibarez was about to slam Alizarin’s forehead into the wall—
Billow!
A broad embrace caught her, her body going rigid. The black coat, caught by the wind and lifted high, descended slowly, and at last her movements stilled.
“You did well. Kami.”
A gentle voice circled her ear.
“The match is over now.”
“….”
Simon had appeared and pulled her into a tight embrace. Benz’s mouth fell open; Merin’s face flushed crimson as she clamped her hand over her lips.
The referee, who had rushed forward to stop her, quickly raised his arm at Simon’s signal.
“M-match concluded! The victor is Kamibarez Ursulla of Kizen!”
Simon closed his eyes, tightening his hold around her.
“That’s enough.”
Her hollow eyes shifted coldly. She was staring at Simon’s pale neck.
Sssss—
Her mouth opened slowly. Sharp fangs gleamed, moving with measured deliberation toward Simon’s throat.
“Don’t surrender to the nature of blood. Kami.”
Simon spoke with firm resolve.
“Show me who you are, how remarkable you can be. Show me the conviction to take command of your own body.”
He cradled the back of her head gently.
“Only you get to decide what happens to you.”
……
At those words, life returned like a miracle to Kamibarez’s hollow eyes. Dewdrops gathered in her large violet irises.
“Simon……!”
He nodded.
He drew her into his embrace.
“You did well.”
He felt her body, which had thrashed about like an excited wild animal, gradually go slack. Soon Kamibarez’s arms found their way around his back.
“……Thank you.”
Jane, who had been preparing the Binding Curse, smiled with relief and gave a meaningful glance toward the other adults.
It was a silent warning: do not lay a hand on my student.
At her look, the Necromancers lowered their arms awkwardly, and the medical team transferred Alizarin onto a stretcher.
After checking his condition briefly, they signaled the guards that all was well.
“Oh, right.”
Simon smiled slightly, turning toward the referee.
“This doesn’t count as interference during the match or anything like that, does it?”
“Pardon? Ah, yes! Since the opponent’s Barrier Gauge was already shattered when you entered…….”
“Lucky, then.”
Kamibarez breathed in his scent, then slowly tilted her head to rest her face against his chest in quiet reliance.
She could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart.
And.
It was warm.

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