Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 565

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School 565
Snowfield Castle.
Bang!
“Why can’t I go back?”
Merin slammed the table with an exasperated expression.
Papers flew up with the impact, then settled back down. She pressed her fingertips hard against the surface, gesturing behind her.
“You said five hundred ice monster hearts! I brought them all!”
Where she pointed, chunks of ice formed a small hill.
For three solid days, she’d camped outside Snowfield Castle without returning, hunting through the night—all because her determination to go back early and study for her exams was nothing short of terrifying.
“Merin.”
Yet the elder of Snowfield Castle shook his head calmly.
“I told you to gather ice monster hearts, not that you’d complete the mission once you brought them all. Next, you’ll be collecting the hearts of a rank-three danger monster, Freezny—”
“Come on, seriously?”
She struck the table again in frustration.
“Five hundred in five days was already ridiculous! I nearly killed myself gathering them, and now you’re giving me another mission?”
“From the start, I intended to assign tasks in stages.”
Watching the elder mutter such things without a shred of shame, Merin felt her anger rise to the tips of her hair.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
She clenched her teeth.
“Is this because I made fun of Lord Raheim during first year?”
“The Castle Lord’s school life and privacy are matters Snowfield Castle neither knows nor concerns itself with. This mission has nothing to do with such things.”
“I’m lodging a complaint with Kizen! Unreasonable demands from a mission site!”
“Adjusting mission parameters to suit changing field conditions is the dispatcher’s prerogative.”
The elder of Snowfield Castle spoke coldly, his eyes widening.
“Let me be clear, Merin. You cannot return to Kizen until the work is finished.”

* * *
The main tower of the Ivory Tower faction.
The topmost floor. The Ivory Tower Master’s office.
“An interesting report came in today.”
Rustle.
There stood the Ivory Tower Master, a man with a long beard and gaunt features, unrolling a document.
“A sudden History Reenactment occurred on the 68th Floor. However, Student Council President Simon and the fourth-ranked Merida successfully defended against it. Currently stabilizing the situation.”
He set down the papers with a smile.
“Just as you said—an irreplaceable child, isn’t he, Serne.”
Whoosh—
Her luminous ivory-white hair fluttering, Serne sat by the window, gazing down at the tower’s exterior.
“I told you so, didn’t I? That child is someone the Ivory Tower absolutely needs.”
“But it’s too late.”
The Ivory Tower Master leaned back deep into his chair.
“We should have made our move when he was an unknown first-year. He’s already served as Student Council President—his loyalty to Kizen must run deep. And besides—”
The Ivory Tower Master’s eyes shifted toward Serne.
“Once he learns what we intend to do, he’ll draw his sword against us without a moment’s hesitation.”
……
“Perhaps it’s time to let this go.”
She, who had been staring expressionlessly out the window, let out a quiet laugh.
“But you’ve already created a situation where I have no choice but to give up—isn’t that just terrible character, Father?”
“Serne.”
The Ivory Tower Master interlaced his fingers with a cold expression.
“Time is running out.”
“I know.”
“I’ve indulged your stubbornness once, but not this time.”
His voice carried an edge of chill.
“We cannot save everyone. Some sacrifice is inevitable. Choose at least one person to abandon.”
……
She rose from where she sat by the window.
“Why are you in such a hurry? You said you’d wait until Merin and I graduate.”
“Time is running out.”
The Ivory Tower Master said it again.
Serne’s eyes swept across the office. In the trash bin, she could see tissues soaked crimson with blood.
“Has your health taken a turn for the worse?”
“This pittance of an ailment has plagued me for twenty years. The real concern is timing. Great undertakings cannot be tailored to suit our convenience—they demand we bend to their schedule.”
His eyes flashed with sudden intensity.
“My daughter, the chance to erase Kizen from the continent—the one we despise—comes only now.”
“…….”
At the mention of Kizen, sparks of rage reignited in her pupils.
“They will pay the price for their sins, and then the age of the Ivory Tower shall dawn. We shall return to what we once were—the Ivory Tower that ruled the continent. All will unfold as it should.”
He opened his palm.
“I need your help, Serne.”
“…….”
She reached down slowly and clasped his weathered hand.

* * *
After Simon and Merida’s triumphant efforts came to an end, dawn broke over the tower.
Complete darkness settled over the structure.
Swish. Step.
Simon climbed the stairs as he always did, gathering shadows around his feet to muffle every sound.
‘If only nothing goes wrong.’
His face was drawn tighter than it had been since arriving at the tower.
The next Kizen mission’s destination: the 76th Floor.
The very level where the mass murderer Girdon lay hidden.
Currently, the Ivory Tower had sealed off floors seventy through ninety. Simon had to breach the tower’s defenses, avoid Girdon, and reach his objective on the 76th Floor.
He threw on a robe and covered his face with the mask he’d worn as Pion.
First, he made his way up the spiral staircase toward the vicinity of the 70th Floor.
‘Ah.’
The stairwell leading to the 70th Floor was blocked off by walls. Warning tapes crisscrossed everywhere, and defensive magical circles glowed at intervals.
The only gap wide enough was where the magical elevator could rise—and guards stood packed densely above it.
Simon gathered what intelligence he could, then retreated down to the 69th Floor.
[Young master.]
Whoosh!
Achemous swept through the window and alighted with precise formality, bowing his head.
[All windows from the 70th to the 90th Floor have been sealed. Not even an ant could slip through.]
“……So that’s how it is, then.”
Girdon was a necromancer whose specialty lay in space attribute dark magic. He could stretch and compress his own body, so the Ivory Tower had certainly blocked every crack, no matter how small.
Moreover, Achemous reported that a massive barrier enveloped the tower from the outside. Flying out the windows was impossible; at best, one could move by clinging to the tower’s outer walls.
[It is a barrier that blocks both communication and teleportation. Outside interference is impossible. Only movement within the tower is permitted.]
Simon crossed his arms and fell into thought.
“Going outside is out of the question. So what do we do now, Pier?”
[Khrhm, what if we exploited the fear surrounding Girdon?]
Pier’s fragment form grinned wickedly as it continued.
[If that fellow is truly as reckless as his reputation suggests, we can turn his notoriety against him—shake the guards’ nerves.]
Simon’s head snapped up.
“Oh, that’s brilliant! Please, keep going!”

* * *
70th Floor.
The Ivory Tower’s guards were stationed at the entrance, rubbing their drowsy eyes and exchanging idle chatter.
“Another all-nighter.”
“I had the day off for the Festival of Time, and look what happened.”
Innocent people were suffering because of the Girdon crisis.
As the guards complained and grumbled, a group of people approached with measured, orderly footfalls.
“Shift change.”
Finally, they could go to bed.
The tired guards gathered their equipment. A few of the incoming shift exchanged light remarks.
“Any word on whether they’ve caught him yet?”
“No, nothing. Sounds like he’s holed up tight. They’ve been searching every room, scrutinizing every crack and pattern in the walls. It’s not going well, from what I hear.”
“Figures.”
“Watch yourself—quite a few people have been carried out covered in blood.”
The guards were exchanging updates and beginning their shift change when—
Krrrr-crash!
A deafening boom shook the floor beneath them.
“What was that?”
“Probably some explosion experiment or anomaly happening elsewhere.”
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
Crash!
But the sound only grew louder, drawing closer.
The captain of the guard stationed on the 70th Floor’s eyes widened.
“It’s Girdon!”
“What?”
“Damn it all! He’s breaking through the floor to escape — I’m sure of it!”
At the mention of Girdon, everyone’s expression hardened. The guard captain drew his staff.
“Leave a skeleton crew at the entrance — the rest of you, follow me!”
“Yes, sir!”
The captain and his soldiers rushed toward the sound. The remaining guards took up position at the 70th Floor’s entrance, their faces tense.
They kept watch ahead and to the sides, toward the ceiling—
Crash!
The explosion erupted without warning from below, at the entrance to the 69th Floor. In an instant, smoke billowed thick and choking, and the guards stumbled into chaos.
“What? Out of nowhere!”
Whoosh!
In a flash, something like a bundle of feathers shot upward through the smoke and into the air. The guards couldn’t get a clear look at it.
“Did you see that just now?”
“See what?”
“Something dark and—!”
At that moment.
From the haze overhead, pillars and furniture began to fall. The guards hastily deployed Defensive Magic Circles in unison.
“It’s—it’s Girdon! I’m sure of it now!”
“He’s attacking the entrance with Space Attribute Dark Magic! Send for backup!”
Boom-boom-boom-boom-crash!
Rumble-rumble-boom!
Chaos erupted.
All the while, Simon soared through the air cradled in the arms of Achemous, whose wings were spread wide. What had just crashed down from the floor below were merely furnishings he’d dropped from his Subspace.
The noise from the lower level had actually come from zombies he’d planted there and detonated with Corpse Explosion.
“The plan worked perfectly, Pier!”
[Kekekeke! But security on the 70th Floor will be tighter now.]
“Let’s finish the job and get out of here.”
Simon flew at high speed with Achemous’s power, reaching the 76th Floor—his destination—in seconds.
“Backup requested! Backup requested!”
“Girdon is attacking the 70th Floor!”
The guards searching the 76th Floor heard the commotion below and withdrew of their own accord.
Simon waited behind a pillar until they left, then crept forward cautiously.
‘It’s incredibly dark.’
The surroundings were pitch-black, not a single light source in sight. Flying in this darkness would be difficult for Achemous.
“I’ll proceed on my own from here.”
[Very well, young master.]
Achemous’s powerful Dark Element aura risked triggering detection spells.
Having stowed him away in a Subspace, Simon walked forward alone into the darkness.
‘Right.’
The 76th Floor.
Pitch-black darkness.
An absolute, soundless silence.
And the thought that Girdon was somewhere on this level only made him tense further.
Simon proceeded as quietly as possible.
‘They said Room 10 on the 76th Floor, right?’
As Simon took his time searching, examining each corner methodically—
‘…?’
He noticed a yellowish liquid pooling on the floor.
Drip.
Drop.
The liquid was also falling from the ceiling.
An acrid smell wafted through the air.
‘Wait. What is this……?’
Simon slowly lifted his gaze to the ceiling where the liquid dripped down.
‘!!’
Something dark and shapeless clung to the ceiling.
Simon felt as though his breath had stopped, pressing himself flat against the wall.
‘Is that—Girdon?’
Blood drained from his entire body in a wave of cold. He looked up once more to confirm, and relief flooded through him—it wasn’t Girdon after all. What was plastered to the ceiling was the corpse of a Tower of Time monster.
Its face had been caved in completely.
‘Who in hell drove that thing into the ceiling……?’
[Kizen.]
A voice rang out like metal scraping against metal.
[I smell you.]
The voice came not from the ceiling but from beyond the wall. A chill raced down Simon’s spine.
[Come out. Don’t hide.]
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Footsteps echoed from not far away. Simon gritted his teeth and summoned the Dark Element.
‘Damn it—if I use the Legion’s power I can fight, but——’
If he fought here, he’d only expose himself. Every guard in the Ivory Tower would come flooding this way.
But he had no choice. Simon clenched his jaw and prepared for combat when something caught his eye.
‘What’s that!’
A rabbit mask hung on the wall.
‘It’s a signal from the Time Ghost!’
Hidden in shadow, Simon bolted toward the mask. The masks lined the wall in a trail, as if pointing the way forward.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
But the footsteps pursuing him grew faster with each stride.
At this rate, he’d be caught.
The moment Simon leaped on the Dark Element and slipped through a narrow passage.
‘?’
Whoosh!
Two hands shot out from the wall, clamping over his mouth.

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