Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 524

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 524
Whoaaaaaaa—!
The attack connects with White.
While the crowd was captivated by Merin’s prowess, chanting her name in unison, the VIP seating area remained shrouded in composed silence.
The Dean of Moiran and Jane, Vice-Chancellor of Kizen, stood with hands clasped behind their backs, watching the students’ duel unfold without expression.
“Impressive. To see through White like that and press forward so decisively.”
Snap—
The Dean of Moiran unfolded the documents in his hands.
“So the girl is Kizen’s Vice-President this year.”
Jane nodded and looked toward the Dean of Moiran.
The neat appearance from his early days, preserved in the photograph at the school entrance, was nowhere to be found now. The years of hardship from holding the position of dean had etched wrinkles across his face, and his hair had turned as white as frost.
“She is an excellent student.”
Jane said this, then added a final thought.
“And a diligent one.”
—Professor! Professor! So this matter is—!
Ever since becoming Vice-President, she had pestered Jane, the Student Council advisor, relentlessly.
In front of her peers, she displayed an air of swagger—”I’m the Vice-President!”—but that was merely an unconscious act to satisfy her own ego.
In truth, behind closed doors, she threw herself into Student Council work with more zeal than anyone else, grinding away with effort befitting that position.
“Hmm.”
The Dean, skimming through Merin’s profile, spoke with a note of regret.
“She has her own story. The second-place finisher in a succession struggle carries many burdens, after all.”
Jane offered neither agreement nor denial, keeping her gaze fixed ahead. The Dean continued.
“Such students need their desire for recognition fulfilled. ‘Rank’ is not the sum of one’s life—but no matter how much adults insist, children cannot grasp this truth.”
The Dean’s gaze shifted. He took in the sight of Merin, kneeling with one hand on her knee, breathing as though on the verge of collapse.
“It’s beautiful to see. Merin has discovered something she wishes to achieve beyond her ambition alone.”
……
Merin certainly harbored a vicious inferiority complex toward Serne.
From her very entrance into Kizen, everything in her life had been a means to surpass her rival.
Yet from Jane’s vantage point as Class A’s instructor, she had witnessed how living alongside her Team 7 members had worn away much of that obsession, and by the end of first year, Merin had overcome her complex to a meaningful degree during her duel evaluation against Serne.
Now, through her work in the Student Council, Merin seemed to be opening her eyes to a new path—one that extended beyond reclaiming the heir’s position from Serne.
“Those very students who lack something are capable of the greatest growth.”
The Dean of Moiran set down his papers and continued speaking.
“Children who have grown up flawlessly, complete in every aspect, will develop steadily in the future—but they can never become irreplaceable. It is the rough ore buried in earth, filthy and crude, that reveals its true brilliance when cut, refined, and polished, astonishing the world.”
Jane made no response and shifted the conversation.
“Regarding White’s admission.”
“Yes.”
“I understand the student opposition has been severe. Over the past five years, you have led Moiran successfully with the absolute support of the students. Why did you take such a risk?”
The Dean withdrew his gaze from the arena and looked up, surveying the vast lake of Moiran.
“No matter how hard one carves and strives, a ‘lake’ can never become a ‘sea.'”
With those words, the Dean of Moiran turned to face Jane, a subtle smile crossing his lips.
“The moment one feels an overwhelming wall before them, humans are compelled to take such risks.”
……
Jane thought that today, in particular, the wrinkles etched in the Dean’s smile seemed deeper than usual.
Then the Dean pointed to the documents before Jane.
“Since Kizen seems to have concerns, I prepared a profile for White as well. Have you read it?”
“I have.”
White was already thoroughly vetted by Moiran.
Kizen, too, exercised extreme caution each year regarding the nine transfer students coming from the Three Major Necromancer Schools. Under pressure from the elders, Kizen’s headquarters had sent someone to investigate White—and found nothing amiss.
Could a first-year really defeat a third-year Student Council President? White was already a weapon unto herself at this very moment.
Jane moved only her eyes to glance at the Dean of Moiran.
‘What are you and the Shahad Kingdom thinking?’
That was when it happened.
Blaze—!
A dazzling, pure white light erupted from within Merin’s ice. The crowd stirred with excitement, and even the exhausted Merin stumbled backward in shock.
“Just as reported.”
Jane recalled the contents she had read in White’s file and folded her arms.
“A vicious power indeed.”

* * *
Simon and Kamibarez also rose up on their toes from the spectator stands, startled.
From within Merin’s ice, brilliant white light blazed outward like a chick bursting through its shell.
“What is…?”
Kamibarez’s pupils trembled as she watched.
“Is it… Holiness?”
“No. It’s different.”
Simon, who could actually wield the power of a Priest, recognized it instantly.
“That’s unmistakably Dark Element.”
Snow-white Dark Element.
Gasps of shock erupted from the spectators.
“Cursed! An ill omen!”
“White Dark Element!”
“Priest, get out of the Sacred Federation!”
Boo-oo-oo!
Jeers and insults poured from all sides, but White merely gazed at Merin with unshakeable composure.
Merin, facing him in the arena, forced a weary smile and wiped her brow.
‘So that’s what he was doing, absorbing my Dark Element.’
Until now, White had only defended.
But now the real attack would come. As White swept his arm, a white sphere hurtled toward her.

Crunch-crunch-crackle!
Merin had weak physical ability and sluggish reflexes, but she had always compensated with magic.
Ice erupted from her soles as she retreated, and the white sphere crashed down where she had stood just moments before.
Thud!
Its appearance was strange, and so was its sound. Rather than exploding, it drove into the ground with a grinding force, as if it were boring through the earth itself.
It carved out an enormous crater in seconds, then winked out like a lamp the moment its power exhausted itself. That was all.
‘If I got caught under that even once…’
Blazing scarlet flames unfurled across Merin’s right palm.
‘It’d be the end of me.’
Whoosh!
She hurled pure-mana flames at him; White blocked with a sweep of his white sphere, then hurled the sphere back at her in turn.
“Ugh!”
It was fast. She evaded using the Ice Road, but her heart seized at the speed of it.
If he had anticipated her trajectory and thrown it, the hit would have been certain.
‘I have to finish this now!’
Merin spread both palms open. A blue magical circle materialized in one, a black one in the other. The sigils and diagrams rapidly filled themselves in, racing toward completion.
Zing-!
White summoned another white sphere into his palm and charged forward with it leading the way.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-crack!
Massive gouges scarred the arena floor.
The sight was hideous, but Merin’s focus remained unshaken.
‘I am the vice-chair of Kizen!’
She extended her right arm first.
‘I absolutely cannot lose to another school!’
The pure magical circle on her right arm ignited in shimmering flames, and a jet-black Black Flame Boundary swept over them like a lid sealing them in.
Two kinds of fire burned simultaneously, forging a single colossal sphere of flame.

Merin charged head-on toward White, who dragged his white sphere, both leading with their respective infernos.
The match reached its crescendo.
Every spectator lurched from their seat. Kamibarez trembled and whispered encouragement under her breath; Simon clenched his teeth.
‘A direct confrontation with White is reckless!’
As the two closed the distance rapidly, Merin made a gesture.

Crunch-crunch-crackle-crackle!
A wall of ice materialized instantly between them as they charged forward. White barreled through without so much as a flicker of expression.
Crash!
The instant White’s white sphere shattered the ice wall, Merin rode the Ice Road around to its flank.
“Haaaaaah!”
She hurled the flame sphere with all her might. White, as if he had anticipated it all along, twisted at his waist and swept his white sphere toward her.
Kaboom-boom-boom!
The flame sphere and white sphere collided, erupting in a tremendous explosion.
Her fireball had detonated, but White’s white sphere had only shrunk in size—its form remained intact.
He swept his arm through the smoke to clear it.
Snap!
Merin burst through the haze and seized White’s right arm. The white sphere flared where she made contact, her Barrier Gauge taking heavy damage, but she paid it no mind.
She threw her full weight into the movement and crashed backward onto the ground, pulling White down into an awkward position on top of her.
“!”
White’s head snapped around. Her original spell—the fireball suspended in midair—was descending straight toward White’s back.
The earlier technique had been a simple Dark Flame Sphere. The Blaze Egg was what she’d hurled skyward with a deliberate delay.
“My victory!”
Merin laughed sharply as the suspended fireball plummeted down and smashed into White’s back, erupting in a torrent of flame.
Boom!
The explosion consumed them both in a vortex of fire.
“Merin!!”
Kamibarez cried out her name in anguish. Simon found himself wearing an oddly uncertain smile.
‘…This is terrifying.’
Whether it was studies, work, or duels, she handled everything with meticulous precision—but her obsession with victory was absolutely ferocious.
As black smoke roiled across the arena, the crowd’s eyes naturally drifted toward the screens displaying the Barrier Gauges.
“Match concluded!”
The referee blew the whistle and raised his arm, shouting.
“The victor is!”
The flames cleared. Merin lay sprawled on the ground, her face twisted with exhaustion.
And White stood above her, left hand clasped behind her back, right hand wrapped around Merin’s throat.
[Merin Bilen: 0%]
[White: 60%]
“The victor is White, from Moiran!”

* * *
What had transpired was this:
The moment the Blaze Egg struck White’s back, White—while her right arm remained seized—extended her left hand and unleashed Chil-Heuk Absorption.
White received damage only from the pure mana-forged flames contained within the Blaze Egg itself.
Meanwhile, the right arm Merin held fast drew in her Barrier directly.
The barriers woven into the protection suits students wore were also crafted from the Dark Element. White needed merely to make contact to drain Merin’s Barrier Gauge to zero.
For Merin, who had calculated and prepared for the next offensive move, it was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
‘Still, she was magnificent.’
Simon believed she had done more than her best.
Her defeat lay in not knowing that White could absorb the Dark Element with her left hand as well, nor that she could drain the barrier itself.
Yet against an opponent she knew nothing about, to press her assault so effectively and drive White into such straits was truly remarkable.
“Well done, Kizen!”
“That was an excellent match!”
The crowd rose to their feet, applause erupting from all corners—the first standing ovation of the day thundering across the arena. But Simon couldn’t help worrying about Merin.
‘With Merin’s temperament, she must be devastated inside.’
Just then, Merin emerged from the arena removing her protection suit, trudging toward them with an awkward gait. She flashed a self-conscious smile and waved to Simon and Kamibarez.
“Sorry—I lost.”
“You fought brilliantly, Merin! You were amazing!”
Kamibarez seized her arm and pulled her close, lifting the mood. Simon caught her drift and offered words of encouragement, but she laughed it off.
“Hey, you don’t have to force consolations, okay?”
She gave Simon’s back a sharp slap as she walked past. He rubbed the sting from his shoulder and ventured quietly:
“So you’re not disappointed?”
“Not at all.”
She grabbed her bag from the spectator’s bench, speaking as if it were obvious.
“Once I fought her, I understood—I never could’ve won anyway. So there’s no regret, no frustration, nothing. Let’s head back to Kizen.”
“Of course, Merin!”
Merin said she needed to use the restroom and walked away. But beneath her school uniform’s sleeve, her fist was clenched tight.
“Merin.”
She stopped abruptly in her tracks.
When she turned back, Simon was smiling gently.
“I mean it—I’m genuinely grateful you became vice president.”
“…”
Her austere expression wavered for a moment, and her lake-blue eyes shimmered with emotion.
“…Shut up, you fool!”
She fled with a sniffling sound. Simon and Kamibarez caught each other’s eye and smiled quietly.

* * *
Jane turned back and spoke.
“Is everyone ready?”
“Yes!!”
The entrance evaluation match for Moiran had ended, and all nine transfer students had gathered.
Beside Jane stood Simon and Merin, along with Kamibarez wearing a Student Council Armband.
“All right, let’s head to Kizen.”
She stepped toward the Teleport Magic Circle, and the Student Council members followed in her wake.
Save for White, whose eyes held a distant, vacant stare fixed upon empty air, the other eight pairs of eyes gleamed with unmistakable brightness.
Every one of them had pierced through a competition with odds of hundreds to one. More than a year of toil and hardship had led to this single moment.
Benz laughed widely and cried out.
“Let’s go! To Kizen!”

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