Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 520

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 520
A problem had arisen.
Simon had managed to catch Kamibarez with his whole body, but her condition—which he’d barely calmed—was deteriorating again.
Her breathing came in ragged gasps, her face flushed crimson with blood rush. Her heart beat erratically, and worst of all, her eyes flickered wildly out of focus just as they had during her transformation.
“Kami, calm down.”
Simon forced himself to keep his expression composed as he spoke.
“Can you hear me? Ursula’s Blood must be stirring again! Clear your mind and breathe slowly—take deep breaths!”
Perhaps she couldn’t hear his voice.
She writhed against him, trying to squirm free, but Simon refused to let go.
If she lost her mind and went after someone else, it would be a catastrophe.
“…Let… let—”
Her voice trembled as she spoke.
Was she asking him to release her?
But her face had gone pale, and something in her tone sounded wrong.
“Not until you come back to yourself! Seal the curse and suppress Ursula’s Blood!”
‘This idiot!’
Meanwhile, Kamibarez felt her vision spinning dizzily.
‘It’s all Simon’s fault!’
Too close.
Far too close.
Ursula’s Blood had already settled, but once clarity returned, she found herself in a situation that made clarity impossible.
She was nestled in Simon’s embrace.
Here, in the middle of the arena.
In front of all these people.
“I… I—”
Kamibarez struggled to think straight. No matter how much she tried not to notice, Simon’s scent lingered in her nostrils, and the warmth of their skin pressed together made her acutely aware of his body heat.
Each time his urgent breath touched her shoulder, her neck flushed a deeper crimson. Her lips quivered so badly she couldn’t form words.
She thrashed and whimpered, trying to break free, but it had the opposite effect. Simon, startled, only tightened his grip.
There was no way she could overpower him physically.
And the harder Simon held her, the more her reason evaporated—her face growing even more crimson.
Without thinking, her mouth fell open, warm breath spilling out, her fangs catching the light and gleaming like daggers.
“Settle down! If you start feeding, there’s no stopping it!”
Simon’s misunderstanding only deepened at the sight.
“I… I… I’m fine… No! Please… let me… go…!”
It was too much stimulation so soon after the vampire state had lifted. And catching his scent, she truly felt Ursula’s Blood beginning to stir again.
“…What exactly are you doing?”
At that moment, Jane approached from the side, her voice sharp and cold as frost.
Then, with a flick, she tapped Simon’s forehead with a finger.
“Professor Jane! Kami’s condition—”
“Step back. The Student Council President is only making things worse.”
Though bewildered, Simon obeyed Jane’s command and loosened his hold on Kamibarez.
As he stepped back, she—her face now impossibly scarlet—let out a soft whimper and collapsed to the ground.
“Are you alright, Secretary Kamibarez?”
“…”
For a moment she stared blankly ahead, then her eyes found Jane. Tears quickly welled up, and with a choked sound she threw herself into Jane’s arms.
‘That’s a relief.’
She seemed to be recovering. Simon finally exhaled, his shoulders sagging with relief.
From Jane’s embrace, Kamibarez fixed him with a look that mixed embarrassment with resentment.
“Secretary Kamibarez, how is your physical condition?”
“Y-yes! I’m fine now.”
Jane asked a few more questions, then suggested she get checked over by medical staff just to be safe. Kamibarez nodded.
“Kami, are you really okay?”
As Simon approached, she suddenly ducked behind Jane. Eyes squeezed shut, she let out a high-pitched wail.
“Simon, you idiot!”
“?!”
With that, Kamibarez bolted toward the opposite side of the arena. Simon’s face went blank with confusion as he stared at Jane.
“W-what did I do wrong?”
Jane simply turned her head away, as if unwilling to get involved.
“Ask her yourself.”
Just then, Kamibarez turned back toward Simon. Her face still flushed, she took several heaving breaths before her eyes began darting around wildly as she shouted.
“S-still, thank you for saving me! Simon!”
“……Ah, yeah.”
First she’d called him an idiot, now she was thanking him—he couldn’t quite figure out which note to match, so Simon scratched the side of his head and laughed.
“Kami! Are you all right?!”
Merin, who’d been caught by security guards trying to rush into the arena just like Simon, called out in a nasal voice. Kamibarez turned toward her with a bright smile, and the two began to talk.
“…….”
And in the spectator stands.
Benz sat with a complicated expression on his face, his eyes fixed on Kamibarez. From the seat behind him, Zetus, a transfer student from Sierra, gave the back of his head a soft tap.
“Come on, wake up from your dream.”
“…….”
Benz closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
“I knew I should say something—or maybe hold back—and my arms were shaking so hard I wanted to do something, but I couldn’t open my mouth. And yet—”
Benz’s gaze turned toward Simon.
“Simon didn’t hesitate. He just ran out there.”
—……Thank you!
Benz pictured Kamibarez’s peaceful face nestled in Simon’s arms, and he made a sound—a bitter twist of his lips. Then he propped up the back of his head with his arm.
“……Yeah. A real man knows how to give up too.”
“Ha! Besides, your opponent’s the Kizen Student Council President anyway. What could you possibly do against Simon?”
“And why does Sierra keep picking fights with me from the start!”
As the two began squabbling again, the transfer students around them laughed and tried to break them up.

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“Then we shall commence the second match.”
The Rector of Moirane reached into a box filled with orbs, stirring them. Simon, standing in the Player Waiting Area, observed the representatives from Moirane’s side across from him.
‘It’s frustrating. I want to fight that guy.’
The white-haired boy.
He still stood with empty, vacant eyes, gesturing into empty air.
There was no way to know what he was thinking or what power he possessed. He seemed entirely fixated on watching birds flying through the sky.
It was oddly unsettling.
Something about him reminded Simon of someone.
Who was that boy, really?
“The next match has been determined.”
The referee accepted the orb the Rector had drawn and read off the names one by one.
“Svera Matius, student from Moirane. And.”
Simon swallowed hard, waiting for the next name.
“Simon Polentia, student from Kizen, to the arena floor!”
At the announcement of the Kizen Student Council President’s name, the crowd applauded. Simon turned to look at Moirane’s player waiting section.
It was not the white-haired boy, but a different female student walking out.
‘A shame. So it’s not him.’
“Finally, it’s your turn! Show them what you’re made of, Simon!”
Merin slapped Simon’s forearm hard and cheered him on. Simon rubbed his arm with a laugh.
“Merin.”
“Hmm?”
“……Never mind. It’s nothing. I’ll do well and be back.”
“What? How boring. Anyway, go show them your strength!”
Soon the two students entered the arena for this match.
‘So her name is Svera?’
Deep brown hair fell down, curling upward at the ends. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and a strange, murky smile played at her lips.
You could say she had the bearing of a true Necromancer. There was something frightening about her presence.
Shortly after, the referee instructed them to shake hands, and the two approached and clasped hands.
“It’s an honor to face you like this, Kizen’s Student Council President.”
“Yeah. Nice to meet you.”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to serve as a sacrifice to my showmanship. The transfer students’ treatment at Kizen depends on how we assess our matches with you.”
Her tongue moved slightly.
“Have you ever had a close call with drowning?”
“……?”
With only those words, she turned her back.
A female student radiating the unique, eerie aura of a Necromancer. After the handshake, the two stepped apart and verified the barrier was functioning properly.
Then Jane and a professor from Moirane approached the students.
“Your opponent this time is from the Necromancy Department, we understand. We’ve heard their Spirit Sense ability is quite remarkable.”
“……Necromancy.”
Simon murmured, and Jane crossed her arms.
“I’m concerned that the Student Council President has little experience fighting Necromancy students, but I believe you’ll manage well enough.”
“Yes, of course!”
“And.”
Jane tilted her head slightly.
“While we’ll allow one loss in the team match, we cannot tolerate the Kizen Student Council President losing. Regardless of the team’s outcome, if you fall, everything ends. Keep that in mind.”
Simon smiled bitterly.
“……You’re being particularly harsh with me, aren’t you?”
“The Student Council President performs better when under pressure, when crisis and hardship strike. That’s your type.”
Now that she mentioned it, it did seem true.
Soon Jane and the Moirane professor left, leaving only the two students behind.
“Then, we shall now begin the Moirane Transfer Student Evaluation Match. Between Svera Matius of Moirane and Simon Polentuia of Kizen, let the match commence!”
Simon and Svera took their stances. The referee dropped his arm.
“Match start!”
A sharp whistle pierced the air.
Simon immediately prepared a Magic Circle, laying down only the basic foundation, then rushed straight at his opponent.
Necromancy held no inherent elemental advantage. His plan was to apply pressure through Combat Magic and control the battle’s flow.
Svera spread her Spirit sense around her surroundings, preparing to unleash Dark Magic. She moved to swiftly counter Simon’s charge with her spell.
“Ever heard of them?”
She spoke as she lifted a Spirit Summon into the air with her sense.
“Spirits of those who drowned. The Drowner.”
Water surged and overflowed from the channel, gathering around the Spirit Summon and beginning to take form. It shaped itself like the upper half of a human suspended in air.
‘As expected.’
Simon stopped immediately and observed it.
‘A combination of Spirit Magic and water.’
“Go!”
The Drowner charged forward, pulling its water-formed body along. It spread its arms wide as if to engulf Simon, its movements bearing an eerie resemblance to a water ghost dragging someone to the depths.
‘Stay calm. Spirit Summons can’t be touched by physical strikes, but.’
Simon clenched his fists, and Darkness wrapped around them rapidly.
‘Water can be struck!’
Hong Peng Original – Strike Technique
A thunderous crack split the air.
Simon’s fist, enveloped in Darkness, slammed into the Drowner. Water scattered instantly, but the Drowner’s core remained unharmed.
Water rushed and swirled again.
The flowing waters from the channel wrapped around the Drowner once more, restoring it to its original form.
‘Hmm.’
Simon opened a Subspace with a flick of his raised fist. A Skeleton burst forth, enveloping his right arm like a glove and transforming into Hand Gun Mode.
Click. Click.
He fired bone bullets with careful aim, but the Drowner seemed to lack physical force in its current state—the projectiles passed straight through it.
“Kizen’s Student Council President Simon Polentuia. Since you were my confirmed opponent, I researched you in meticulous detail.”
A second Drowner materialized beside her, rising into the air.
“You can’t sense Spirit energy, so you haven’t attended Necromancy classes since first semester, right?”
The two Drowners rushed at Simon. He retreated, firing bullets in rapid succession, but the creatures simply whooshed past him without resistance.
“Then it’s unfortunate for you! A Necromancer who can’t use Spirit Magic stands no chance against me! Our compatibility is extremely poor!”
Generally, Spirit Summons only gain physical form the moment they attack. In their spiritual state, they neither take damage nor inflict it.
The method to defeat a Spirit Summon was to strike when it materialized, but these Drowners could gather water even in their spiritual state, maintaining form without ever fully materializing.
If captured properly, one would be trapped in a prison of water and drown.
“Hahahaha!”
She created a third and fourth Drowner. Simon did nothing but flee, and Svera seized control of the battle.
“You seemed to have prepared a strategy that suited you.”
Simon, who had been running one-sidedly, suddenly skidded to a halt with a sharp sound, his shoes scraping against the ground.
“Battle never unfolds the way you imagine.”
“What?”
Snap. Snap.
Violet light engulfed Simon’s surroundings, sparks erupting continuously from his waist. He seized something and hurled it forward with all his might.
A deafening crash tore through the air.
Svera felt her hair stand on end as she spun around. A violet spear that had come from nowhere pierced straight through the Drowner’s core.

“It’s pointless, I told you……!”
And yet.
After the shockwave tore through the arena, the Drowner vanished without a trace.
‘I destroyed the Drowner?’
If so, that technique was unmistakably Spirit Magic. And if it took the form of a spear made of spirit…….
“What—how are you wielding a Soul Spear when you can’t even sense spirits!”
“That’s not what this is.”
Simon’s hand moved to his waist. Like a blade drawn from its sheath, three purple spears crackled into existence, rising with a sound like splitting wood.

Crack! Crack!
Simon smiled and gripped the purple spears forward, their forms solidifying.
“This wasn’t part of your strategy, was it?”
Merin, watching from the waiting area with her arms folded, shook her head slowly.
‘Anyone on this continent would’ve made the same assumption.’

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