Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 564

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 564
“…….”
After completing the task entrusted to him by Kizen and witnessing the pasts of both Merin and Serne, Simon had returned to his Lodging Room.
The 60th Floor was so crowded that he’d had to share a room with Merida again — a space Mirde had barely managed to secure for them.
Simon lay on a blanket spread across the floor, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
“Sigh.”
His chest felt unsettled.
Merin and Serne.
Only now did he understand why, back in the first year, Merin would grow stern and murderous at the mere mention of Serne’s name.
She’d never liked talking about Serne.
What little he’d gleaned from her was that Serne’s talent had been so overwhelming that the adults had changed the Ivory Tower’s laws themselves, handing her the position of Tower Master — that was all.
Simon had assumed they were rival candidates for succession, and that their relationship had soured due to Serne’s conduct and provocations.
But he’d never imagined there was something this grave between them.
‘Why did Serne deceive Merin? Did she suddenly develop ambitions for the Tower Master seat? Or was it…….’
As he sank into genuine contemplation, a thud sounded from beside him.
He turned to see Merida had fallen from the bed.
‘……In any case.’
Simon averted his gaze. He’d considered lifting her back onto the mattress, but touching someone deep in sleep seemed unwise.
Just as he was about to resume his thoughts—
“Mmmmgh—”
Merida, who’d tumbled from the bed, rolled toward him and suddenly wrapped her arms around his leg. Simon jolted upright in alarm.
“Merida!”
She’d been cradling a pillow earlier, but now his leg had become her pillow instead.
Simon shook her shoulder.
“What are you doing? Let go of me—ow, that hurts.”
“Mmmm…… Phantasus……”
She pressed her cheek against his leg and began rubbing it back and forth. Simon froze, his face going pale.
“Take me with you…… zzzzz.”
Mercifully, she stilled. Watching her fall silent as if nothing had happened, Simon let out a long, deep sigh.
‘Did she really sleep through the whole day?’
Whoosh—
Not long after, she released his leg and lay down in proper position, beginning to snore softly, completely lost to sleep.
‘Before she causes more trouble…….’
Simon huffed and lifted her into his arms. Almost reflexively, her hand shot up and touched his forehead.

‘Ugh!’
Thud!
Simon stumbled and crashed to the floor. Merida, who’d been cradled in his arms, now had her eyes half-open.
“It’s not even morning yet. Don’t wake me.”
Simon rubbed his sore knees as he spoke.
“You didn’t think about waking me up yourself? And stop throwing curses at me without warning.”
“Sorry.”
Merida snapped her finger with a click, and the Sleep curse vanished. She slipped out of Simon’s arms on her own, crawling back onto the bed where she stretched out face-down.
Simon lay back down on the floor, about to pull the blanket over himself—
Stare, stare.
She lay there watching him intently.
“What?”
“Where do you keep going every dawn?”
Flinch.
Simon’s shoulders trembled slightly. Did she know everything?
“The bathroom…….”
He blurted it out and immediately wanted to kick himself.
“We have a bathroom in our room.”
“Right, well—no! Look, it’s just that we’re a man and a woman sharing a space, so there’s that…… awkwardness, you know? There might be odors, and—”
“You used it with me yesterday.”
He could feel his explanations becoming more pathetic the more he spoke. Frankly, the first excuse he’d offered was already beyond salvaging.
But.
-You must not divulge the contents of this confidential mission to your partner, Merida.
He couldn’t tell her about the secret assignment.
Simon’s mind was spinning desperately at that moment.
“If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to.”
She rolled over and lay flat on her back against the bed.
“Everyone has secrets.”
……
A moment of quiet settled between them. Simon felt genuine gratitude for her consideration.
“By the way.”
Simon seized the chance to change the subject.
“I heard Phantasus talking in his sleep earlier.”
……
No response came.
Was she flustered?
Her?
As the silence stretched on, Simon smiled and pressed on.
“Looks like you really like him.”
……
Lying as she was, Simon couldn’t see her expression clearly. After a moment, she spoke in a clipped tone.
“Secret.”
It was already completely exposed.
Merida’s embarrassment was such a rare sight that Simon felt the mischievous impulse that had been buried under all her pranks now bubbling to the surface.
“Phantasus stayed at my family’s house for a while, and when he was handing over the Student Council President position, he mentioned you briefly.”
She bolted upright.
Merida’s sleepiness vanished in an instant.
“What did Phantasus say?”
Even in her usual monotone, the weight of emotion came through loud and clear.
Simon smiled with the confidence of victory.
“A sec—”
Bang!
A curse shot through the air and struck the wall beside Simon’s head. Merida’s voice dropped to something glacial and sharp.
“If you answer ‘secret,’ I’m cursing you.”
She was serious about her brother, at least.
Simon had seen what Mirde looked like after crossing her on the subject, so he answered quickly, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
“For your sake……”
“?”
“He said to build a good school.”
She froze.
Her arm fell away.
Then she lay flat on her back again and pulled the blanket up over her head.
‘No way.’
Was she actually embarrassed?
Flap! Flap!
Her blanket rose and fell several times in succession. She stayed burrowed under it, writhing silently.
Simon found it more endearing than he expected and bit back a smile.
“Your brother.”
Soon she emerged like a caterpillar wrapped in a cocoon, just her head poking out to look at Simon.
“Why did he choose you as Student Council President? Even giving you his Sleep skill for it?”
Simon crossed his arms.
“Yeah. I’ve been genuinely wondering that too.”
“I was curious myself, so I tested you before the Dispatch.”
“And? What was the verdict?”
Merida’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Not convinced. I’m not convinced. I never will be.”
Simon suspected that even a lifetime wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her on this point.
“If you’re going to hand the position over to a second-year.”
Then Merida continued, her tone sullen.
“I thought it would go to me……”
Simon closed his eyes briefly, considering, then spoke.
“I’ve been debating whether to tell you this. But Phantasus also said something about you.”
“?”
-I naturally assumed you’d recommend your younger sister for the position.
-Ha! My sister doesn’t have the vessel for it. She’d never lead an independent life, too conscious of my shadow. Her talent exceeds mine, but her mindset is the problem.
Merida’s expression grew serious as she heard the story.
“……A life of intention.”
“I have to admit, there’s some truth to that.”
Simon shrugged.
“Sleep, which you rely on as your main skill, and the Dark Water Stream Technique, which is your secondary go-to—you’ve modeled both after Phantasus’s style, haven’t you?”
“…….”
“How many techniques do you actually call your own?”
Merida pouted her lip.
“I don’t have any. Phantasus’s techniques are enough for me.”
“There’s your answer.”
Simon smiled brightly and waved his hand.
“Before you’re Phantasus’s sister, what kind of Necromancer is Merida Hu Ikel?”
“…….”
“I think that’s where you start—asking yourself that question. If you lived a bit more intentionally, I think Phantasus would see you differently too.”
Merida fell silent as if pondering, then blurted something out.
“Presumptuous.”
Wrapped in the blanket like a cocoon, the way she spat out those words struck Simon as oddly funny, and he let out a small laugh.
“If that’s how it came across, I apologize.”
Whoosh.
She rolled to the other side of the bed. Simon rested his head on his arm again and closed his eyes.
‘Sigh.’
He’d managed to shift his mood with that pleasant talk about the Hu Ikel family, but now his thoughts drifted back to Merin and Serne’s relationship, and the ease evaporated.
If only Merin and Serne’s connection could be as clear as Phantasus and Merida’s.
He entertained that thought for a moment.

* * *
The next day.
A crisis erupted.
“Wake up! Hurry!”
“Move immediately!”
An incident had broken out on the 68th Floor—part of the 60th Floor sector where Simon was stationed.
“The Dungeon is recreating its history on the 68th Floor!”
“Of all times, it had to happen during the Festival!”
Simon and Merida, without even eating breakfast, were being guided by Mirde into a Magical Circle elevator that rose swiftly upward.
“What’s a History Recreation?”
Simon asked. Mirde pulled out his staff with a grim face.
“The Dungeon is trying to recreate a moment in time from a catastrophe that occurred in this tower.”
“What kind of catastrophe?”
“What other catastrophe would haunt a Dungeon?”
Mirde spoke with a grave expression.
“Three hundred years ago—the Massacre Incident, which broke out the moment the Gate opened.”
Clang.
The elevator lurched to a halt, and the moment it opened, a scorching heat burst forth along with sparks. All three shielded their faces with their arms and stumbled backward.
“This is……!”
Flames roared in countless places, and monsters swarmed everywhere.
What unfolded before their eyes was the scene of a massacre—people were coughing up blood as they fell.
“Don’t be fooled.”
Mirde said.
“Everyone dying right now is a phantom.”
‘So this is what a History Recreation looks like.’
The scale alone was entirely different from the anomalies Simon had witnessed around the tower up to now. An entire floor engulfed in fire, monsters teeming without number.
‘Terrifying.’
He was grateful this Dungeon was confined within the tower.
If it had escaped to the outside world and absorbed more histories and eras, the entire continent would have been swallowed in flames, and the cycle of terror would have endlessly repeated.
“So, um, why exactly do we have to go in?”
Merida spoke through a yawn, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Mirde, who had been wound tight as a wire, barked suddenly.
“What do you mean why? You’re a dispatch student being paid for this—of course you have to help us……!”
Then he realized who he was addressing and belatedly began to bow and scrape.
“I-it would be an honor if you would assist us!”
“Let’s go.”
Simon led the way forward.
Ivory Tower members were already engaged in combat with monsters across the sector, and even the younger Ivory Tower trainees like Mirde were in the thick of it.
A considerable number of festival participants had come to help as well.
“We’re lucky. I never thought I’d actually get to experience a History Recreation like this!”
“Let’s make the most of it!”
It was something he’d learned only after the first day, but the participants here weren’t all sane either.
In any case, dozens and hundreds of alien-form monsters were pouring endlessly out of the flames. Their priority was to kill the fleeing gray figures from the past, but when the Ivory Tower members attacked, they turned on them as well.
“We must hold them back on this floor!”
A man from the Ivory Tower directed the battlefield.
“That they would recreate the Tower’s tragedy and show it to us humans! But we will prevail! Just as we did three hundred years ago!”
“Here they come!”
The front lines were engulfed in fierce combat. The Ivory Tower’s Necromancers had taken to wielding staffs like the mages of old, and spells were bursting continuously from the tips of their weapons.
Simon, Merida, and Mirde slipped away from the most heated part of the battlefield, skirting to the side.
“As students, we’re Scouts. If we find and destroy the core that’s orchestrating this massacre somewhere on this floor, the History Recreation should stop!”
“We’re allowed to destroy it?”
“Well, technically we’re supposed to leave it to the adults and pull back. But wouldn’t it be better if we could handle it ourselves?”
Whoooosh!
The three of them raced through the towering flames without thinking.
“There! I found a core!”
Where Merida pointed, a core was pulsing on the wall. It was slightly larger than the ones they’d seen before.
Mirde lifted his staff.
“I’m not sure if this is the right one, but…”
Crack!
Black lightning assembled rapidly at the tip of the staff before flying toward the core.
Boom!
The lightning shot forward, but alien-form monsters charging on all fours threw themselves in front of it and blocked the attack with their bodies.
“No need to rush!”
Simon darted around frantically, freezing monsters with Sleep Curse. Mirde’s eyes widened.
“What? How did they stop?”
“Sleep Curse!”
“…Curses actually work on these things?”
Then Merida stepped forward.
“Simon.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
Simon shattered the center of a monster with his elbow using Combat Magic, then turned and froze another monster with Sleep Curse.
“I’m going to prepare a wide-area curse barrage. Cover me.”
Flap!
She pulled a blanket from her Subspace storage. Simon’s expression turned bemused.
“…You’re really preparing a wide-area curse barrage, right?”
She lay down on the blanket. Then she activated Anti-Gravity Curse and floated up into the air.
Mmm. Mmm.
She closed her eyes and drifted into deep sleep. As she did, the magical circles drawn on the blanket beneath her body activated.
‘!’
Simon felt a chill run down his spine. Above Merida, countless magical circles spread across the ceiling like shooting stars.
<Phantasus Original – No-Self Dream State>
She on the blanket thrashed about as sleep took hold.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
Curses poured down from the magical circles. Every single one was a Sleep Curse.
“This is insane!”
Mirde gasped in astonishment.
A bombardment that compensated for somewhat lower accuracy with sheer volume of curses—truly indiscriminate carpet bombing.
Dozens of monsters were all frozen at once by the Sleep Curses.
“Nice, Merida!”
Simon kicked off the ground and sprinted forward. Curses rained down from the ceiling, blocking any monsters that tried to approach him.
‘She’s incredible. So she’s been holding back this technique the whole time?’
It wasn’t for nothing that she ranked fourth overall. If they’d faced each other in the Duel Evaluation, he would’ve had a real fight on his hands.
The moment she fell asleep, she transformed into a formidable curse battery, pouring infinite curses across a vast radius.
The way she shot curses as a sleeping habit was likely a side effect of this very technique.
Hup!
Simon pulled an Artifact Axe from his Subspace storage. The monsters guarding the core were pelted by the rain of curses falling from above and froze in place.
Simon could drive forward directly.
“Bone Armor.”
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
Simon’s body became engulfed in countless bone fragments, transforming him into something colossal. He towered several heads taller than before, his frame swelling with awful power.
He looked as though he’d donned a fortress of bone.

Simon gripped an axe in the thickened right arm of his Bone Armor. With every ounce of strength he possessed, he swung it toward the core.
Boom!
The entire 68th Floor trembled. A single blow drove the core halfway into the ground.
“Once more!”
Simon raised the axe high. Even as he did, the monsters that charged desperately to defend the core were all caught in Merida’s curse-rain, freezing mid-stride.
‘……Extraordinary.’
Mirde stood with his arms hanging limp, his expression utterly vacant.
Why, when five times the budget was spent, did the Kizen children still not measure up to them?
The words of the Ivory Tower’s dean, spoken once to a gathered group of Ivory Tower students.
He’d thought it was exaggeration, honestly.
He’d taken it for a reprimand meant to instill discipline.
But.
“Haaaah!”
Boom!
It was, undeniably, the truth.
The core shattered beneath Simon’s second swing at full power, and the monsters crumbled into ash and vanished.
“The History Recreation is fading!”
“Someone destroyed the core!”
“Yaaaaaay!”
Cheers erupted from every corner.
Simon shed his fortress-like Bone Armor, and Merida descended from the air.
‘……So this is Kizen.’
He would sooner die than admit it.
But the sight of the two of them standing there, victorious, was so dazzling he couldn’t look away.
Thump-thump.
The two walked toward each other, palms open. Then.
Smack!
They slammed their hands together in a high-five. Both of them immediately staggered and collapsed face-first to the ground.
“Undo it quick!”
“You undo it first!”
……Though, admittedly, they had their moments of foolishness.

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