Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 557

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 557
—It’s classified at the highest level, so I can’t go into details, but this matter concerns the peace of the entire continent.
—I’m sorry?
Under the guise of a dispatch assignment, Simon was supposed to carry out his real mission for Kizen Headquarters as a spy.
And if what the headquarters said was true…
then Merin’s father, Daniella, might very well be an enemy.
‘Ugh.’
Harboring such suspicions while having a friendly conversation with Daniella, who was treating his daughter’s friend with such kindness, was exhausting.
If the headquarters’ orders were genuine, would he have to fight Daniella? And if he ended up attacking him, what on earth would he say to Merin when they returned to school?
What was the Ivory Tower really scheming?
‘I’m uneasy.’
Simon wore a smile as he listened to Daniella explain the Tower of Time, but the words seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
Snore, snore—
He found himself envying Merida, sleeping contentedly beside him.
“There’s no need to worry so much, Student Council President.”
Daniella spoke warmly after noticing Simon’s tense expression.
“My daughter mentioned it—that you can’t return to Kizen until you complete your dispatch evaluation. I’ll speak to the Tower Master myself and see if we can finish everything within schedule.”
“Ah, I’d be grateful for that.”
The words came easily enough, but the truth was he couldn’t return to Kizen until he cleared the headquarters’ secret mission—not just the dispatch evaluation.
“And there’s one precaution I should mention.”
Daniella lowered his voice and gestured subtly.
“Do you see that man in the gray coat?”
“Ah, yes. The one sitting on the stairs over there?”
This was a formal dress-coat affair. Everyone else wore tailored tuxedos or elegant gowns, yet the man Daniella pointed to sat slouched on the stairs in a long coat, holding an old water container to his lips.
A thick coating of yellow liquid stained his chin, and an odd smell emanated from it.
‘…Alcohol? Or medicine?’
“It would be wise to keep your distance from him.”
Indeed, no one seemed inclined to approach him—partly because he seemed utterly indifferent to the entire event.
“Who is that person?”
“Girdon Bailess.”
Daniella’s voice turned cold.
“A man suspected of mass murder.”
“…!”
Merida had stirred awake and was now looking at him too.
“…Girdon.”
“You know him?”
Merida nodded at Simon’s question.
“Bad person.”
Simon rubbed his forehead. He shouldn’t have asked.
“Once the Time Festival begins, under no circumstances should you approach him.”
A dark shadow fell across Daniella’s face as he spoke. He even muttered something under his breath—’What is the Tower Master thinking, letting such a man…’—and sighed heavily.
Then he returned to his warm expression and looked at the two of them.
“I’d like to talk more, but I must greet the other guests now.”
“Thank you so much for the advice!”
“Think nothing of it. If you have further questions, you can ask this one. Mirde—come here.”
A girl in a white dress, introduced as Mirde, approached them.
She appeared to be about the same age as Simon and Merida.
“These are important guests. Treat them with courtesy and assist them with whatever they need.”
“Yes, Master.”
“This is Mirde, a student of the Ivory Tower Academy. Feel free to ask her anything you’re curious about.”
“Thank you for your consideration, Daniella.”
At Simon’s response, Daniella gave him a playfully mischievous look.
Simon laughed awkwardly, then spoke in a faltering voice.
“S-sir Daniella.”
“Ha-ha-ha!”
Daniella withdrew, thoroughly satisfied. In that moment, Mirde, who had been watching Simon with half-lidded eyes, broke into a wide smile and spoke.
“So the kids from Kizen really did come.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Yeah. I’m Mirde, a student at the Ivory Tower Academy.”
Just then, Merida blinked and spoke.
“What’s the Ivory Tower Academy?”
It was an innocent question, but Mirde’s eyebrows twitched for just a fraction of a second.
Yet even that was obscured by the smile that bloomed across her face immediately after.
“Well, I guess the Kizen kids don’t know much about it? It’s a school run by the Ivory Tower. We pour the Tower’s entire knowledge and resources into cultivating the continent’s finest talents. We call them the Ivory Tower Kids.”
It made sense—the Ivory Tower, too, had its own educational institution to stand against Kizen.
She glanced at Simon.
“Some of you Kizen kids do come to our academy. Though their grades are always at the bottom.”
“Ah.”
So this was why Serne had rejected the students he favored back at the start of the first year.
‘He was trying to get them dropped from Kizen and into the academy.’
As she spoke about the Ivory Tower Academy, her eyes darted around.
“Still, I have to say—I’m a little envious of your Kizen!”
Her voice suddenly grew louder.
“We’re not inferior to Kizen in terms of ability, at least not in our own minds. But the thing is, the Ivory Tower Kids operate very much in secret. You Kizen kids? You walk outside in just your school uniforms and people bow and scrape, calling out ‘Kizen, Kizen!’ treating you like nobility, right?”
Crunch.
Simon’s senses detected footsteps.
No matter how much Mirde rambled on, every cell in Simon’s body lit up red, attuned to nothing but those footsteps.
“At the academy, we only study Dark Reversal Magic. You Kizen kids learn seven subjects, I’ve heard? Seems a bit inefficient to me, though I suppose with nearly two thousand students school-wide, it makes sense.”
Crunch.
“Oh, and another thing! I heard you Kizen kids call your teachers ‘Professor’? That’s so interesting! Even the titles are different, huh?”
“Mirde.”
Simon placed a hand over his lips.
“Lower your voice a bit. People are watching.”
“Aw, what does it matter? You’re Kizen, anyway……”
Crack!
In that instant.
A massive man in a grey coat thrust his head forward at Simon.
[……You lot.]
A sickening chemical stench wafted out. From his mouth came a voice that scraped like metal on metal.
[Kizen, are you?]
A suffocating bloodlust.
Mirde flinched and stumbled backward, while Merida gave Simon’s arm a sharp jab and quickly shook her head.
Something was wrong. She was telling him not to answer truthfully.
“…….”
Simon lifted his head. Then he broke into a grin, meeting the massive man’s gaze directly.
“Yes. I’m the Student Council President of Kizen. What can I do for you?”
Light flashed in Girdon’s eyes. Simon’s gaze sharpened in response.
Both men’s lips curled up simultaneously as they suddenly drove their fists toward each other.
Boom!
The entire Banquet Hall shook with a massive shockwave. Startled screams erupted from the guests as the two men’s fists collided head-on.
“What’s going on?”
“A fight!”
Simon grimaced and brushed off his sleeves, retreating backward.
‘Damn it, my arm’s about to snap!’
[Be careful! Boy!]
Pier’s urgent voice cut through.
[He’s not someone you can handle yet!]
Girdon repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists, then slowly let both arms hang down at his sides.
[Kizen are abominable demons.]
Waves rippled across his body. Rebar, lumber, pipes—construction site materials of every sort—protruded from him. Metal and objects jutted from his face and entire body.
[I can never forgive you.]
His distinctive voice, scraping like metal, echoed out.
[Vanish!]
The materials embedded in his body began to shoot outward in all directions.
Crash!
Shatter!
Crunch-crackle!
Rebar collapsed the Banquet Hall’s pillars, and pipes tore through the walls.
The chandelier hanging from the ceiling fell, and the floor split open.
A sudden barrage of indiscriminate destruction sent screams erupting from all sides as the surroundings became a wasteland in an instant. By miracle, since all the guests were necromancers with open Cores, there were no casualties.
“……Is that Girdon’s Spatial Dark Magic?”
“Ugh! Why are you attacking us too, you madman?”
Crash—
And directly ahead, where the most debris had scattered.
The billowing smoke cleared, and Merida burst into view in front of Simon.
“Merida……!”
Haah. Haah.
Her ragged breathing reached his ears. Her hands were extended in an odd stance, and a single drop of blood trickled down her forehead—she must have been clipped.
[She placed a curse on the debris to change its trajectory.]
Screech—
Girdon dragged his feet as he advanced.
[Impressive, but we cannot spare the Kizen whelps either. When you grow, you will become demons as terrible as they. Only total annihilation is the path to saving this world.]
He clenched his jaw hard with his right hand.
Like a scene from a comic, his jaw dropped grotesquely down until it struck the floor. From within came the sound of metal groaning, and a massive light erupted.
“……That can’t be real.”
Merida’s stunned voice reached them.
[Die.]
Every eye in the hall widened.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom—!
From within the tunnel of the gaping maw, a rusted train launched forth whole, dazzling with blinding light.
‘He’s lost his mind!’
He genuinely meant to kill them.
Simon gritted his teeth and pushed the frozen Merida’s shoulder, hurling himself forward. From the Subspace he’d already opened, a sword hilt jutted out.
‘I can’t help revealing I’m a Legion Commander!’
Pier’s bone was still attached to the hilt. Just as Simon moved to seize the Sword of Ruin—
A man in a tuxedo swept forward before him, tails fluttering.
‘Daniella?’
Black Element erupted from his entire body. Daniella opened his palm.

Shatter—
Simon’s eyes bulged. The moment the enormous train touched his palm, it disintegrated into metal dust and scattered across the sky.
The banquet hall was now covered entirely in black ash.
Without even a sound of impact, the moment it touched his hand, the train vanished. Only after he’d dispersed several more trains into ash did Daniella finally turn around.
“Are you alright?”
With a single gesture, he’d transformed an entire train into a heap of cinders. Simon, his mind reeling, quickly released the Sword of Ruin and nodded.
[Do not interfere.]
Girdon’s voice was a terrible warning.
[Kizen must vanish from this world.]
“The Tower Master gave orders that you must never make the first move unless we sense something suspicious. But this has crossed the line, Girdon.”
Daniella lowered his right hand, then raised his left.
Keeeeen—!
Keen—!
Countless magical circles of every hue bloomed from all directions, spewing smoke, radiating cold, and sparking with electricity.
“How dare you lay a hand on the Tower’s guest.”
[Call Kizen a guest? The Ivory Tower is finished too!]
Flutter—
Daniella completed his battle preparations, and the other guests began to show signs of joining the fray.
Girdon unleashed Black Element with the fury of one ready to crush anyone who dared approach—
[…….]
Then his head tilted, as if sensing something, and his eyes narrowed. Finally, he spun around, his coat tails sweeping through the air.
[I will wait for you ahead.]
“Don’t let him escape!”
Daniella activated the magical circles, and the Dark Magic of all four elements crashed forth with a tremendous roar.
It was devastating firepower, but unlike Girdon’s indiscriminate barrage, the control was surgical. The destruction to those nearby and to furnishings was kept to an absolute minimum while targeting only Girdon with precision.
Lightning curved around tables to reach him, while flames flew past without singing a single thread of the tablecloth below.
Whoosh—
Yet Girdon’s evasion bordered on the miraculous.
Space warped as his entire body twisted like a paper doll, writhing and contorting as he tore forward. In an instant, he stood before the banquet hall’s massive doors.
“He means to escape to the Tower of Time!”
“Stop him!”
Daniella cried out urgently. Soldiers from the Ivory Tower burst into the Banquet Hall, unleashing Dark Magic in all directions.
Several of the invited Necromancers smiled, their lips curling upward.
“As good as captured.”
“Right. The Tower of Time won’t open without the Ivory Tower Master’s permission.”
But then.
Girdon’s specialty was Spatial Magic. His body thinned like thread before being sucked through the narrowest crack in the Tower of Time’s seams.
[I’ll be waiting.]
His voice echoed through the hall.
[Kizen!]
“…….”
Simon scowled. His arm still throbbed from the collision.
‘I’ll have to slip back to the Lodging and use Healing in secret…….’
Whoosh!
Simon’s eyes flew wide open in shock.
Daniella had rushed toward him like lightning and pulled him into an embrace.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
Her hair was disheveled, her Glasses sliding halfway down her face, yet she made no move to straighten either as she fussed over him.
“Ah, no! I’m fine.”
“Thank goodness. Thank goodness……!”
Daniella checked him over frantically, brushing dust from his clothes, before finally breaking into a bright smile.
“Now I can face your uncle and his daughter with my head held high.”
……It was hell.
Having to suspect someone so kind.
Even now, having to see through the true intent behind warm words of concern directed at him.
Daniella stepped back from Simon and shouted loudly.
“I declare an Emergency State! My sincerest apologies to our honored guests who have traveled so far, but this year’s Time Festival ends here!”
The guests murmured in confusion, voices of protest rising from various corners, but Daniella paid them no mind and mobilized the Ivory Tower soldiers.
“We form a pursuit unit at once. I’ll lead it personally. I’ll drag Girdon out——.”
“Who said you could end the festival on a whim, Daniella?”
Silence fell.
Everyone, including Daniella, stopped in their tracks.
A man was descending the staircase.
‘That person……!’
Simon knew without anyone introducing him.
The leader of the radical faction that now held power in the Ivory Tower, and Serne’s adoptive father.
And the most powerful Necromancer in the Ivory Tower.
The Ivory Tower Master, Bermud Aindark, had appeared in the Banquet Hall.

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