Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 567

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius – Episode 567
“Ha… ha…”
Simon climbed the Circular Staircase in ragged breaths. Ever since he and Merida had fled, the Magic Circle Elevator had ceased operation immediately.
Simon recalled what the Ghost of Time had told him days ago.
-The Master of the Ivory Tower is certainly plotting something sinister. Because of a third party outside the tower, the future shifts in ways I cannot prevent! If anything happens to you, come upward.
-Upward?
-Yes. If you go down, you’ll only end up captured by the Ivory Tower’s side.
-If you mean upward, how far up must I go?
The Ghost of Time pointed at the ceiling with the tip of his finger.
-Of course, the 100th Floor!
If anything went wrong, they’d execute the entire plan from the 100th Floor, regardless of past or present.
Just then, Pier’s Fragment Form, dangling from his clothing, spoke up.
[Krkrkr! Can you trust that Ghost of Time fellow?]
“I can’t trust him a hundred percent yet. I don’t know what he might do with me.”
Simon exhaled and continued.
“But at least, he doesn’t seem to want me captured by the Ivory Tower’s side. It looks like he’s genuinely at odds with the Master of the Ivory Tower.”
The Master of the Ivory Tower intended to do something dangerous using the Tower of Time.
The Ghost of Time sought to protect the Tower of Time for his own survival.
Their objectives were opposed.
“His warning about being captured if I go down seems sound too. For now, let’s meet him at the top.”
[Good! Good! I don’t quite understand what you’re saying, but-!]
Thump!
Prince, the Ancient Undead Simon had just summoned, clapped his two fists together.
[So all I have to do is keep climbing, right?]
“That’s right, Prince.”
[But why’d you give me this uniform?]
Prince was currently wearing Simon’s Kizen Uniform over his form, his face hidden beneath the hood.
“Listen carefully, Prince.”
Simon spoke with a serious gaze. He needed to prime him for the task ahead.
“From now on, this is top secret. You can’t tell any of your undead comrades. This is a secret mission entrusted only to you.”
[!]
Prince snorted.
[A… secret… mission?]
“Yes. From now on, you’re Simon Polentia, a Kizen student.”
Simon tapped his shoulder lightly.
“You have to talk like Simon, act like Simon. Wander the tower that way and draw people’s attention.”
Prince’s expression cooled with disappointment.
[Ah, what. That’s just typical stalling, isn’t it?]
“But there’s something I can’t tell you otherwise. The truth is, your real identity is Prince, the Ruler of Deathland.”
[?!]
A spark of genuine reaction began to kindle in Prince’s expression.
“You’re the Zombie Prince and Ruler of Deathland—and you must hide that fact thoroughly from people’s eyes, pretending to be just an ordinary, lonely student.”
[That you’re a ruler… I must hide it from people….]
“Exactly. Even if no one acknowledges it, even if no one recognizes it, there’s nothing to be done. That’s what makes it a secret mission.”
Tap.
Simon struck Prince’s back.
“Go, Prince.”
Prince’s two eyes gleamed as bright as a child’s at play.
[I am-!]
Prince kicked off hard from the ground and launched upward.
Ahead, a wall blocked the entrance leading to the 70th Floor.
[Simon Polentiaaaa!]
Crash!
Prince soared like a whirlwind and shattered the ceiling. Debris tumbled down, and Prince burst through the gap, gleaming as he rose.
“What?!”
“That black uniform—! That’s a Kizen Uniform! It’s Simon Polentia!”
Slash.
Prince landed and twisted his left hand into an odd shape to obscure his face.
[…Yeah, go ahead and call me Simon Polentia. I don’t mind.]
“Catch him!”
The guards of the Ivory Tower unleashed a barrage of dark magic. Prince clenched his fist with fierce determination.
[It doesn’t matter if no one recognizes it! This is my mission!]
With all his strength, he pulled his fist back.
[Guard unit—!]
The moment teal-blue darkness gathered on the back of his hand, he thrust forward.
[Punch!]
Craaaaaash—!
The shockwave that erupted from his fist scattered the guards’ spells. A massive crater opened in the wall, and the guards’ bodies flew through the air from wind pressure and backlash alone.
“Th-this is insane strength!”
[One more time!]
This time his left fist came up.
[Overlord Punch!]
“Arrrgh!”
[Now for the Bone Armor Punch!]
While Prince wreaked havoc among the guards and sowed chaos, Simon slipped away safely to the side.
‘……Did I overdo the theatrics?’
Simon glanced back, letting out an embarrassed laugh.
[Khkhkh! You’ve become quite the proper Legion Commander, boy! That’s exactly how you handle an Ancient Undead!]
As Prince raised the commotion, reinforcements arrived immediately. The expressions of the guards who saw their comrades hurled against the walls hardened savagely.
“So it really is the Student Council President from Kizen.”
“Surrender, Simon Polentia! We won’t tolerate any further trouble from an exchange student!”
[Hah. Hah. Hah.]
Prince bent his right hand and pressed it to his forehead in a theatrical gesture, muttering to himself.
[Being someone other than me…… might not be so bad after all.]
“What are you muttering about all this time!”
“Get him!”
The guards created fire, ice, and lightning from every direction, unleashing dark magic. Prince chuckled and bolted from the ground.
“Don’t let him escape!”
The guards rushed after Prince. Then one guard raised his hand.
“Ah, wait. I did receive a report, but…… doesn’t Simon Polentia seem a bit short?”
“Do you have any rank to be speaking here? Just keep running!”
“Get him! We must catch him within the 70th Floor, no matter what!”
The new guard’s question was easily buried beneath the noise.

* * *
Using the chaos Prince created, Simon reunited with Achemous.
Achemous reported that he had left Merida in an empty, unpopulated room. Since he had set Sleep’s duration short, she should be awake by now.
“……I hope she’s safe.”
[She will certainly be safe, young master.]
Simon nodded and looked ahead.
“To reach the 100th Floor, we’ll have to use the Circular Staircase in the end, won’t we?”
[Yes.]
The Circular Staircase of the Ivory Tower had two lines.
One line connected the 1st to the 70th Floor, and another connected the 70th to the 90th Floor. The Ivory Tower’s blockade from the 70th Floor onward existed for defensive advantage.
Prince was still drawing the sight of the Ivory Tower’s guard forces by impersonating Simon, but there would still be guards stationed on the Circular Staircase from the 70th to the 90th Floor.
“How long will it take to reach the 90th Floor?”
[Five minutes will be sufficient.]
Simon had no choice but to trust Achemous. Achemous spread his massive wings wide, and Simon buried his face in his embrace.
Flutter!
Two wings wrapped around Simon’s body without a gap.
[Hold on tight, young master!]
Achemous’s mouth opened wide.
Keeeeeeeeeek!
With the cry of a monstrous bird, Achemous took flight. Trailing black feathers, he surged toward the Circular Staircase leading to the 90th Floor.
“What is that!”
“Fire anyway!”
Dark magic poured down from the Necromancers below, but Achemous took it on his body and continued his flight.

* * *
The peak of the Circular Staircase.
The 90th Floor.
-Whirrr! An aberrant creature is heading for the Circular Staircase! It’s capable of flight!
Just as Simon had anticipated, the defenses here were formidable. The Senior Necromancer, having received the report, held up a Communication Crystal and spoke.
“Is that Simon Polentia?”
-No, sir! Simon Polentia is still being pursued by the guards!
A guard thrust his head forward urgently.
“Senior, then what is that aberrant creature?”
“There’s no need to know.”
The Senior Necromancer switched off the Communication Crystal. Just then, a vast wave of Dark Element emanated from below—the 70th Floor.
“I’ll take responsibility. Whatever comes up, strike it down with everything you have.”
“Yes, sir!”
The guards defending the 90th Floor turned their staffs downward in unison. A rainbow of elemental magic bloomed at the tips of their weapons.
“Ready!”
Whoooooosh—!
Something defied description—a mass of jet-black raven feathers bunched together—came hurtling up the Circular Staircase.
The Senior Necromancer gave the command.
“Fire.”
Hundreds of spells erupted in a dazzling display of light, raining down upon the black feathered mass in a relentless barrage that shrouded everything in thick smoke.
“Direct hit!”
“It must be dust by now……!”
“Keep firing. Don’t stop. Launch everything.”
At the Senior Necromancer’s command, the guards unleashed Dark Magic even as the smoke obscured their vision. The shockwaves from the explosions shattered the staircase and sent tremors through the entire tower.
And yet.
Whoooooosh—!
The feathered mass punched through every ounce of firepower, through the torrents of flame, and emerged unrelenting. The guards’ faces went pale.
“It’s passed the 80th Floor!”
“We’ve unleashed hundreds of volleys and it just keeps coming……!”
“Stand back.”
The guards of the Tower of Time were known to be a step below the Necromancers of the Ivory Tower’s headquarters, though the Master of the Ivory Tower had personally brought some formidable warriors with him.
At a gesture from the Senior Necromancer, a silver liquid began to take the form of a massive spear.

* * *
“……Ugh!”
The firepower was staggering.
Simon, wrapped in Achemous’s body, felt no direct impact, but even the shock transmitted through Achemous’s form was enough to make his head spin.
‘Achemous! Are you alright?’
Achemous’s voice reached him.
[I’m fine, young master. At this rate, to the 90th Floor……!]
Crack!
Achemous’s body, which no Dark Magic could pierce, was penetrated. As the silver spear drove through, Simon felt the strength drain from Achemous’s form.
“Achemous!”
[Blast, is that mercury!]
It was a substance Achemous was vulnerable to. Simon took no damage, but the spear had struck Achemous directly—the blow was severe.
“Are you hurt?”
[I’m sorry, young master! If I had time, I could repair myself, but I cannot fly any further……!]
At those words, Simon’s eyes darted about urgently.
In the moment he was deciding what to do, he spotted it—a Rabbit Mask plastered onto the 88th Floor.
‘A signal from the Ghost of Time!’
Simon clung to Achemous.
‘Throw me down to the 88th Floor! Achemous, you retreat and recover yourself!’
[Yes, forgive me! I wish you good fortune!]
With a final burst of strength, Achemous hurled Simon downward. At the same moment, Dark Magic poured down from the 90th Floor once more, and he plummeted.
‘Achemous……!’
Simon gripped the railing, watching Achemous fall away above him.
[Kekeke! Don’t worry too much, boy! With his Regeneration, he’ll be fine.]
The guards on the 90th Floor, prioritizing the defense of their post, did not pursue Achemous. Simon allowed himself a quiet breath of relief and turned his head.
The Rabbit Mask stuck to the 88th Floor.
Simon scanned his surroundings carefully. Was there something here? A secret passage to the 90th Floor, perhaps?
‘Ah.’
Staring straight ahead, Simon let out a single bewildered laugh.
Then he raised his arm to the side.
‘Pier, I need you.’
A subspace opened, and Pier materialized. In an instant, he decomposed into bone, slipping smoothly beneath Simon’s robe to brace his body with solid support.
Click.
He lifted the Sword of Ruin, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
The method the Ghost of Time had suggested was no hidden passageway.
‘So I’m supposed to use that person, then?’
Thud-thud-thud-
With each slow footstep, a voice like scraping metal echoed from the darkness.
[……I smell Kizen on you.]

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