Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 563

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 563
The second morning of the dispatch.
After breakfast, Simon and Merida began their “cleaning” work on the 60th Floor.
Since the schedule started early in the morning, the quota was substantial—they wouldn’t get free time until they’d cleared at least five cores.
“Simon, look over there!”
Snap!
Merida seized Simon’s wrist and dragged him along. He stumbled after her, gasping for breath.
“What’s the rush, Merida?”
She glanced back at him with a blink, as if asking why he’d pose such an obvious question.
“I want to finish up and sleep.”
“But we already ate and took a nap!”
“I want to sleep more.”
‘She’s a sleep fiend, that’s for sure.’
As Simon and Merida destroyed cores near the 60th Floor, they encountered every type of person imaginable.
The 60th Floor tier seemed to be quite the hotspot. Beyond the 70th Floor, they couldn’t climb higher anyway because of Gir-don.
“What rapture! To witness the moment the Fonkure Formula is finally complete!”
A person weeping hot tears of overwhelming emotion.
-Would you come with me?
“It is my honor, and I shall remain at your side until this day ends.”
A person who directly threw himself into historical scenes and pretended to be a character within them.
“No! War is absolutely forbidden! You will be struck down by our own blade exactly two weeks from now!”
A person overindulging in immersion to an absurd degree.
This was merely an anomaly recreating a moment from history—changing this situation wouldn’t alter actual history.
Yet this man’s face had flushed crimson as he jabbed his finger accusingly.
“Yes, you! You killed the earl! Did you think I wouldn’t know you’re a spy sent by Karlos?”
The man spilled forth all the historical events yet to unfold.
As the people within that historical scene heard his words, their eyes grew suspicious, then twisted grotesquely into something monstrous and vicious.
-How, how, how, how, how.
-But I know too. But I know too. But I know too.
-Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
The man let out a belated cry of alarm and staggered backward.
“Fall back!”
Crack-crack-crack!
Simon hurled a Chaos Sphere to block their approach.
“Don’t you know the tower’s rules? If you do that, more monsters spawn!”
“I just—I know what will happen but can’t escape it, and it’s so infuriating…! That man is my ancestor!”
“Even if you act here, you can’t change the present.”
Simon replied with cold precision and summoned a second Chaos Sphere.
“Merida! Help me—huh?”
But.
Merida lay sprawled before a sunlit window in her characteristic “cat loaf” posture, nodding off with a drowsy expression.
“Wake up, Merida!”
It was hardly a focused dispatch operation.

* * *
Dawn arrived.
Thick darkness settled over the tower, and once again Simon had come to meet the Ghost of Time.
[You’re here.]
Just as yesterday, the Ghost of Time helped him dispel the security Magic Circle on the 63rd Floor. Simon safely entered and activated Neftis’s Artifact.
“Phew.”
Once the artifact’s recording finished, Simon placed the briefcase into his Subspace and sat down in a chair with a troubled expression.
The Ghost of Time let out a soft, hollow laugh.
[You don’t look well.]
“I’m worried.”
Simon rested his chin in his hand and regarded the spirit.
“More than that, isn’t it strange how calm you are? The Tower of Time will collapse in three days, and if the tower falls apart, you’ll disappear too.”
[It’s not calm—it’s resignation. I know there’s nothing I can do about it.]
The Ghost of Time spoke.
[I can see time, but at the same time I am bound to this tower. No matter what I do, I cannot change the blackened future of this tower.]
With those words, the Ghost of Time pointed toward Simon.
[You alone—an outsider bearing such unique power—are our hope. All I can do is exert influence upon you.]
“Then wouldn’t it be faster for you to tell me what I should do, rather than show me Merin and Serne’s past?”
[There is no need to rush.]
The Ghost of Time spoke.
[All events unfold in their proper time. What matters most now is that you come to understand the truth of the Ivory Tower gradually, piece by piece.]
It struck me as somewhat haphazard reasoning, yet there it was—a transcendent being remained transcendent after all.
Simon rose from his seat.
“Then let’s begin.”
[Very well.]
The Ghost of Time swept his hand through the air, and the world around Simon filled with a gray light like a scene from history itself.

* * *
Giggle, giggle!
Aha ha ha!
As time passed, Merin and Serne became inseparable friends.
With the two of them so close, the tower’s children who had once mocked Serne as a beggar naturally came to accept her as one of their own.
She adapted quickly to life in the Ivory Tower with Merin’s help.
“Ah, I’m exhausted!”
The two girls, breathless from playing, collapsed onto the grass field.
Gazing absently up at the white clouds, they turned their heads at the same moment to look at each other, then burst into giggles.
Simply meeting each other’s eyes was enough to bring joy.
“That lesson was fun today, wasn’t it, Serne?”
“Yeah, it was. Drawing pictures of our future selves was fun. What do you want to be when you grow up, Merin?”
“Me?”
Merin laughed brightly.
“I’m going to be a wonderful Ivory Tower Master!”
“Wow!”
“And I’ll make the tower prosper like never before! I’ll make people outside the tower look up to us again!”
“But Kizen is on top right now.”
“Higher than Kizen, far greater!”
Merin stretched her hand toward the clouds, clenching it as if to grasp something.
“By any means necessary, I’ll restore the Ivory Tower to its Age of Glory!”
The subject taught most often to the tower’s children was history.
Two thousand years of time, the Ivory Tower’s magnificence.
Every child here possessed deep pride in the tower.
“You’re right. Merin will make an excellent Ivory Tower Master.”
Serne said this, and Merin suddenly flushed with embarrassment, turning her head away.
Serne chuckled, holding up her pinky finger.
“I promise you, Merin.”
“Promise what?”
She linked her pinky with Merin’s.
“I’ll make you the Ivory Tower Master.”
“……Yes, thank you, Serne.”
It was a touching moment.
And.
Simon, watching from a distance, scratched the side of his head.
‘Back then they were so close—how did they end up as rivals?’
Whoosh—
Gray light swelled around them, and the scene shifted.
Time had clearly passed; Merin and Serne had both shed their childish appearance and now carried themselves with the grace of young women.
“Ha… ha…”
Before them, lying on the ground, was a white sphere.
Merin gazed at the sphere, breathing hard. Its surface was so thickly coated with ice it was barely visible.
‘I did it……!’
She wiped away the sweat dripping down her face and smiled.
The magic instructor smiled warmly as well.
“Remarkable talent, Miss Merin. To coat the Frost Pearl in ice at your age is extraordinary.”
Merin’s head snapped up.
“It really is remarkable, isn’t it? Isn’t it?”
“Indeed. This sphere is called the Frost Pearl. It cannot be frozen simply through mastery of Freezing Magic alone. Only those blessed by spirits—the chosen few—can ever freeze this sphere.”
In her childhood, Merin had frozen this pearl and shown it off, captivating every adult in the tower. That was why she treasured it so.
The instructor noticed Serne sitting beside her.
“Would you like to try as well, Miss Serne?”
“Yes.”
She placed her hand on the pearl without hesitation.
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
The instructor’s eyes went wide, and he gasped before collapsing to the floor. The children around them were equally stunned.
The Frost Pearl bristled with jagged spikes, as if it had become a glacier.
‘How—how is this possible! Even adult Necromancers with their Cores opened cannot do this—!’
Serne lifted her head.
“Is that enough?”
“…Y-yes, that’s quite remarkable.”
Serne remained composed, but Merin gazed at her with unmistakable envy in her eyes.
After the lesson ended, the two walked side by side.
“Seri, that was incredible.”
Merin muttered with a downcast expression. Serne blinked, then smiled brightly.
“It’s nothing special. With a little practice, you’ll be able to do it too.”
In truth, Serne’s talent had been exploding since the moment she began learning magic.
Though Merin, who had received elite education, was considerably ahead in her magical studies, Serne had surpassed her in less than a year. Some adults whispered that once she opened her Core and learned to infuse her magic with darkness, the gap between them would widen dramatically.
“Seri!”
Merin couldn’t fall behind like this. She clenched her fists and raised her voice.
“That Freezing Magic assignment you received—could you teach it to me? Right now!”
“Huh?”
Serne offered an awkward smile.
“You want to learn from me? But you’re the Ivory Tower’s heir.”
“Oh, what does that matter! Teach me! I want to get better too!”
“Ah. Well. If you insist that much….”
“Thank you, Seri!”
Merin threw her arms around Serne. Serne laughed warmly and brushed her hair.
“So where should we—”
“Miss Serne!”
The mages of the Ivory Tower hurried over to the two girls.
“The elders of the tower are asking for you.”
“Ah, I see.”
Serne turned back to Merin.
“I’m sorry about this.”
“…No, no!”
Merin forced a smile and waved her hand.
“Go on, hurry back, Seri!”
“I will. See you soon.”
Lately, Serne had monopolized the attention of every adult.
It was only natural—she possessed an absolute talent that appeared once in a thousand years.
-The word ‘genius’ hardly does her justice!
-This magic! Can anyone even attempt it?
-Heavens! She actually did it. Master, are you watching from beyond?
Teach her one thing, and she grasped twenty.
Her talent reached toward the very heavens.
And inevitably, certain murmurs began to circulate.
-Of course, Miss Merin the heir is also excellent, but….
-Her rival is formidable.
-The comparison is almost laughable.
The adults who had once clicked their tongues at Serne’s lowborn origins now found themselves enchanted by her talent.
-Serne! Hello!
-How have you been? Want to share lunch together?
The children who had mocked Serne as a street urchin now followed only her. Every boy harbored a secret crush on her, and the girls regarded her as someone to admire.
Ironically, beside the one who had first opened her heart to Serne—Merin—now stood only Serne herself.
“The elders called me, but it was nothing much.”
Serne chuckled softly.
“Just another magical demonstration.”
“…R-really?”
Merin smiled without betraying her feelings.
It was simply Serne’s superior skill that made this happen. It wasn’t Serne’s fault.
Yet the more she told herself that,
the more Merin felt herself diminishing.
“Listen, Seri.”
“What?”
“The position of Ivory Tower Master.”
“What about it?”
“The adults are saying…….”
Her lips trembled.
“That you’d be more suited for it than me. And to be honest, I think the same thing…….”
Firmly.
Serne gripped both of Merin’s shoulders. Merin jumped and looked up.
“I made you a promise, didn’t I?”
Serne’s eyes held hers with absolute seriousness.
“Do you remember the pinky swear we made? What did I say?”
“……Yes, I remember.”
“What was it?”
Merin’s face flushed as she spoke in a small voice.
“……You said you’d make me the Ivory Tower Master.”
“Exactly.”
Serne smiled at last.
“No matter what the adults say, you’ll be the Ivory Tower Master. Merin.”
Heat rose to her eyes.
There was nothing to resent, nothing to envy.
She remained a true friend, and the one who believed in and championed Merin’s dream of becoming Ivory Tower Master more genuinely than anyone.
“Thank you, Seri.”
Merin broke into tears and embraced Serne.

* * *
The next morning.
Merin hurried along at a quick pace.
She’d been given an errand by the adults—to deliver a book to the Ivory Tower Master.
Merin was secretly pleased. This way, she could make an impression on the tower’s ruler.
She knew he wasn’t on good terms with her father, but he was still the Tower’s most formidable expert and the one who had named her his successor.
And then, suddenly,
‘……Would the Ivory Tower Master regret making me his successor?’
The question arose unbidden.
Serne, the Ivory Tower Master’s daughter, was a prodigy called unparalleled across two thousand years of the Tower’s history.
‘In truth,’
Merin was honest with herself on this point.
Serne was more suited to be Ivory Tower Master than she was.
The adults had said so, and Merin felt it too.
Of course, once a successor position was decided, it couldn’t be changed—but there was talk of altering the Tower’s laws to place Serne in that seat.
-I promise. I’ll make you the Ivory Tower Master.
-No matter what the adults say, you’ll be the Ivory Tower Master. Merin.
She could trust Serne.
If the Tower’s laws were changed and Serne became the successor, Merin had resolved to accept it.
And she’d already decided to convince Serne to refuse the successor position—this time, she wanted to be the one to say the words. She wanted to tell her:
I’ll make you the Ivory Tower Master.
‘Sigh.’
Merin steadied her turbulent feelings and resumed her purposeful stride.
“@^$#&!!”
But then an awful noise came from the Ivory Tower Master’s chamber.
Had someone arrived before her?
Merin muffled her footsteps and crept forward.
“Why, Father!”
A voice sharp as a blade—Merin froze in shock.
‘Seri?’
It was the first time she’d ever heard Serne, always so composed and dignified, cry out in such fury.
Curiosity drawing her closer, Merin took another step forward.
“Merin doesn’t have that kind of skill!”
Thud!
Merin felt her heart plummet into her stomach.
“Look at this! I’ve frozen the Frost Pearl to this extent! Merin can’t do it like this!”
The Ivory Tower Master’s voice rang out with a note of reproach, and then Serne cried out sharply.
“Let me be clear — I cannot compromise on this point!”
That day, Merin—
“I’m going to become the Ivory Tower Master!”
felt everything that had composed her heart shatter into pieces.

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