Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 573

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 573
Whiiiiine—!
The central district of the Ivory Tower, where a hundred-story structure had just come crashing down.
The dust that had risen in a murky cloud began to clear gradually, revealing the debris of shattered buildings. At the center of it all, a massive crater had formed.
Glub—
From that place.
Glub, glub—
Droplets of lava were bubbling up.

* * *
The Tower of Time had collapsed.
Fortunately, the residents living in the surrounding cities had already evacuated after hearing the emergency broadcast, and the city felt eerily abandoned.
Simon brushed away his sand-caked bangs and surveyed the ruins around him. A disaster of this magnitude invariably brought tragedy and sorrow in its wake, but—
“The future Simon is quite remarkable.”
Serne murmured.
“To think of saving the tower’s people in the midst of all this.”
“……Ha.”
Just before demolishing the Tower of Time, the future Simon had moved the dungeon-converted tower, sensed everyone inside, and wound the walls around them to pull them all out. Most of them had only lost consciousness or fainted.
“Over here.”
Merida waved her hand from within the debris.
“Daniela’s here.”
“Ah…!”
Simon rushed toward her at once.
Daniela lay unconscious amid the wreckage. Serne inserted a feather to perform a quick diagnosis, then spoke.
“Her life isn’t in danger. From what I could read in her memories, it seems Bermud raised the lava, and she deployed a massive Barrier across all the floors to protect the people.”
Simon let out a bitter laugh.
“……As expected of Daniela.”
A remarkable person.
He felt ashamed at having doubted her, even for a moment.
“The Headquarters Tower will send people shortly to manage the situation. We’ll leave the cleanup to them.”
“Wait, but what happens now? The Ivory Tower……”
“They’ll face a major audit from the Dark Alliance. Of course, I’ve already laid some groundwork.”
She cast a fox-like smile.
“Not a criminal organization that attempted and failed to destroy Kizen. Rather, victors who thwarted the reckless actions of ‘certain extremists’ bent on targeting Kizen and preserved peace between our vital ally and the Dark Alliance—how does that sound?”
“……It’s just a slight difference in wording, but the nuance is completely different.”
“Hehe. I’ve been studying politics quite a bit lately.”
[Useless.]
Glub-glub-glub—!
Simon, Serne, and Merida snapped their heads around.
“That can’t be…!”
Lava was erupting from the ground. Serne cried out sharply.
“Run!”
Whoooosh!
Whoosh!
Crimson magma burst through the earth in multiple places, spouting like geysers.
“……Don’t tell me he’s still alive?”
Simon’s face went blank.
“Didn’t he get driven down from the hundredth floor?”
“Just run, Simon.”
Merida wrapped herself in a blanket that glowed with Defense Magic, speaking as she moved.
The three bolted, dodging the erupting lava.
Simon swung his arm roughly to the side. Bone Armor that had emerged from his Subspace seized the fallen bodies and hauled them to high ground. But those he couldn’t reach were swept away in the flowing lava and vanished.
“What have you done!”
Rumble-rumble-rumble—!
Suddenly a wave of lava surged forward from straight ahead, and all three came to an abrupt halt.
[I won’t let you escape.]
Bermud emerged from within the lava. His abdomen was hollow like a donut, yet he continued to move.
No matter how strong the master of the Ivory Tower was, this far exceeded any bounds of what a human could be.
“My, my—wouldn’t it be better to disappear quietly in your twilight years rather than conduct yourself so shamefully? Father.”
Serne delivered her barbs with a beautiful, smiling face.
[Serne.]
Bermud’s body churned and boiled.
[Why did you betray me?]
“Shouldn’t you speak more carefully? It was you who betrayed me first, Father.”
Serne tilted her head slightly.
“This grand enterprise of yours—bringing down Kizen—it was nothing but following orders from the Covenant, wasn’t it? Did they promise you some miracle cure for that fatal illness you’ve been suffering?”
Feathers bloomed from Serne’s fingertips, shimmering with radiance.
“You deceived and betrayed the Ivory Tower.”
As she sent the feathers flying, a blinding explosion erupted.
The fierce flash of light forced Simon and Merida to shield their eyes. Bermud’s body, engulfed in lava, seemed to crumble—but like a roly-poly doll, he rose again, perfectly intact.
“Give up. Once the Necromancers from the Ivory Tower’s Headquarters arrive—”
“There will be no support from Headquarters.”
Bermud emerged fully from the lava, revealing himself completely.
Seeing him in person, the sight of his entire abdomen torn away was even more horrifying. It was almost impossible to believe he could move in such a condition.
“Do you see that?”
Bermud pointed to a distant structure—the Headquarters Tower—now engulfed in a brilliant scarlet barrier.
“When I was first knocked out of the Tower of Time, I contacted Headquarters and had the Tower Master deploy an Asymmetric Barrier by direct authority.”
This barrier was designed to withstand even Neftis’s assault—the same assault that had shattered the Radiant Fortress of the Sacred Federation—so it would endure even if the continent itself sank.
For two hours, no one could escape from it.
“And I’ve expanded the barrier that comprised the Tower of Time itself, spreading it across a much wider area.”
Simon lifted his head. Indeed, there was a section where sunlight refracted at a clear boundary. There was definitely a barrier there.
“No communication. No teleportation. Here’s the scenario: everyone in the Tower of Time dies in an accident—caused when Girdon touched the Frozen Clock.”
He lowered his arm, looking at Serne.
“Kizen loses its Student Council President and fourth-ranked member, but the Ivory Tower loses its homeland and successor as well, so suspicion falls on no one. It’s simply a tragic accident.”
Merida’s eyes widened in fury.
“Who do you think would believe such a pathetic scheme?”
Flash!
She swung her arm, and a Curse shot out brilliantly. But Bermud simply fluttered his cloak once, deflecting the Curse back at Merida.
Cough!
She flew backward and crashed to the ground. Already at the limits of her exhaustion, Merida lost consciousness immediately.
“Merida!”
“It doesn’t matter if they believe it or not.”
Bermud chuckled darkly.
“Simon Polentia. It was likely your other personality—the one that emerged when you went berserk with the Frozen Clock—that defeated me. But when I received that black attack, I was certain.”
His lips curved upward.
“You are the child ‘she’ desires.”
“…!”
“The Ivory Tower is no longer necessary. By offering you to her, I can ascend to the next stage.”
He walked forward steadily. Serne stepped in front of him.
“Simon, run.”
“I can’t. You’re exhausted too.”
Both of them had depleted their Shadow Aura and their strength.
Simon when he went berserk with the Frozen Clock.
Serne when she released the Absolute Seal.
They were both barely standing after brushing with death itself. Fighting was simply impossible.
‘Pier exhausted herself helping me. Achemous is severely wounded, and Herseba needs time. Calling Prince would drain my Shadow Aura…!’
With each step Bermud took, the sky darkened with volcanic ash flow.
Simon, trembling, lifted the Sword of Ruin, while Serne, leaning against his back, gripped a feather in her hand. The light wavering through the feather was faint.
“This is your last chance, Serne.”
Bermud spoke heavily.
“Hand him over to me.”
“…”
“Your blood may be different, but you are of my kind. You have ambition, and for it, the Ivory Tower means nothing to you. Right now, you can undo everything.”
“You’re mistaken.”
Serne glared at her stepfather with contempt.
“My opposition to you isn’t only because you betrayed the Ivory Tower.”
“Then—”
“You tried to kill Simon.”
She smiled coldly.
“Simon and Merin are not within the range of things I can compromise on, Father.”
Simon turned to Serne in shock, but she suddenly raised her right hand to the crown of his head and began patting it vigorously.
“At least you need to live another ten years.”
“W-what are you doing!”
“Revenge.”
Serne’s eyes crinkled with amusement.
“Did you really think you could handle me like a child?”
“I never did!”
Bermud’s gaze as he watched the two of them turned cold and steely.
“……Is it because of a man? I never took you for that sort. How disappointingly petty.”
He raised his arm.
“Disappear.”
Crimson lava surged up behind his back. At his gesture, a wave of molten rock rushed toward them both.
Simon and Serne stood back to back, watching the lava bearing down on them.
‘Can we take him down in one go with our condition like this?’
Possible or not, they had to try.
Having resolved himself, Simon slid his left foot backward.
‘Through the very space itself……!’
Whoooooosh!
An alien pale-blue wave crashed forward, colliding with the crimson surge of lava.
“This is——”
Bermud’s expression hardened, his brow furrowing.
“So you’re here. Hmm!”
Simon turned and his face lit up brilliantly. A large, muscular man rode the wave with perfect grace and landed solidly on the ground.
It was someone worth shedding tears over.
“……Phantasus!”
“Hahahaha!”
Phantasus raised his muscular arms with a booming laugh.
“How’ve you been, junior? I’ve always heard of your exploits and cheered you on! Hmm!”
Serne, who had met him before, waved her hand as well.
“My, it’s been a while. Senior.”
“Hmm! You’re still the same! Glad to see both of you safe!”
Merida lay cradled peacefully in Phantasus’s arms. With a mere gesture, he conjured a wave from thin air and set her down upon it.
Whoooosh!
The wave carrying Merida swept through the ruins without a drop of water touching the ground, rapidly carrying her away from the battlefield.
“The evacuation’s mostly complete! Hmm!”
The Ruins of the Tower of Hours, which had been a wasteland of lava, had become a sea of water in the blink of an eye. Waves crashed everywhere, sweeping the wounded far from the scene.
“The risk has become reality.”
Bermud’s expression soured.
“Neftis’s greatest masterpiece, and Kizen’s former Student Council President, Phantasus Hu Ikel.”
Phantasus clapped his two fists together with a sharp crack.
“First time meeting you, Master of the Ivory Tower.”
“How did you get here?”
“My sister’s necklace told me your location.”
“……I wonder if we need to fight here at all.”
Bermud shrugged.
“You’re merely being used by Neftis. She drove your sister to the Ivory Tower knowing this would happen. Don’t you find it infuriating? Using your weakness as an alumnus to still treat you like her students.”
“I’m sorry, but Merida is not my weakness.”
“If you overlook this and leave quietly, I’ll let your sister go.”
Bermud gestured with his hand.
In the distance, where Merida was traveling atop a wave, volcanoes suddenly erupted on either side. Phantasus’s wave twisted sharply to evade the debris.
“But if you insist on fighting, I can’t promise your sister’s—or your—survival. Walk away now.”
“Hahahaha!”
Crack!
After a hearty laugh, Phantasus lowered his stance and drew up Darkness around himself.
“But I can’t abandon these two. They’re the juniors I cherish most at Kizen!”
“That’s unfortunate.”
Bermud’s eyes flashed with lethal intent.
“Then you’ll die here as well.”
Phantasus grinned, baring his teeth.
“I’ll make you pay for your sins, Master of the Ivory Tower.”
As the two masters gestured, lava and water surged forward, crashing against each other in violent collision.

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