Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 584

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 584
Esu was a troublemaker.
Even shopping for groceries together at the Night Market, she couldn’t let a single piece of fruit pass without comment.
“Three hundred Silver for one apple? That’s outrageous!”
“Grrr!”
“It’s small and in poor condition too. Can’t you lower the price a bit?”
“Hmph?”
“What? You’re completely overcharging us because we’re outsiders!”
“Esu.”
Simon held her back.
“Just buy it. This region stays frozen year-round, so fruits and vegetables are expensive.”
Esu spun around sharply.
“Oh, really? Does the chairman understand what these people are saying?”
“…No, anyone can tell that’s what he means.”
Simon guided the unpredictable Esu through the Night Market, keeping her in check.
It was a rather primitive marketplace. Mana-lit lanterns were nowhere to be found; they made do with candles and oil lamps to illuminate the area. The people wore roughly tanned hides as clothing.
‘Hmm.’
There was an oddly menacing atmosphere about the place.
The men here were in full combat gear even in the marketplace. It seemed they bore wounds from frequent fighting—not a single person looked unscathed.
The women moved about herding groups of children, and without hesitation, they nursed their infants openly in front of everyone.
“Ugh! Don’t look!”
Esu hastily covered Simon’s eyes, concerned for the natives’ privacy.
In any case, having recently toured the highly advanced city of Ivory Tower, arriving at Frigod Autonomous District felt refreshingly different.
Of course, even a place like this had its own peculiar charm in exploration.
“Oh. Outsiders. You.”
Occasionally, people who spoke Continental Language appeared. A native approached Simon, his speech halting and awkward.
“Come from. Where you.”
“We came from Dresden.”
“Dre- Dre- Dre-zden.”
“Dresden.”
This was the moment Simon understood why Hong Peng, a Combat Magic professor from the steppes, spoke the way he did.
“Careful. You all. Die.”
The native made a slashing motion across his throat with his spear.
“Many. Monsters. Break through. Come to village.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Also. When. Not know. Village break.”
The faces of the residents speaking this way seemed heavy with worry.
Wheeeee!
“Hryah!”
At the sound of someone’s whistle, every man lingering in the marketplace suddenly tensed. They seized their weapons and rushed off in the same direction.
“Be careful! Outsiders. Be careful!”
Even the native who had been speaking to Simon grabbed his weapon and bolted. Watching him go, Esu crossed her arms.
“People struggle everywhere in this world.”
“They really do.”
A monster had reached the village entrance and thrashed violently. Yet it couldn’t overcome the numerical disadvantage and fell to the natives’ spears.
The natives immediately beheaded the monster and drenched themselves in its blood, while the surrounding residents cheered and shouted.
It seemed that war with monsters was everyday life across the entire continent.
‘Though I’ve never seen a monster quite like that before…’
“Chairman, over here! Look at how big those cabbages are!”

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After wandering through the Night Market, they’d managed to gather nearly all the ingredients they needed.
Now there remained one thing.
“Meat! Meat is absolutely essential!”
They still hadn’t found the most important item of all—meat.
Perhaps because meat was so scarce, they hadn’t yet located a proper butcher’s stall in this market.
Just as the two of them were earnestly searching through the market,
Thwack!
Thwack!
The sound of a butcher’s knife cutting through meat echoed out.
“There! Right there, Simon!”
Esu bounded forward, ears perked with excitement.
“Wait, hold on! Let me come with you, Esu!”
At the market’s edge stood a small slaughterhouse. A plump reindeer lay butchered across the work bench, and the Butcher was just now carving the meat into neat portions.
This man’s appearance set him apart from the other villagers. He wore a work apron and boots.
“Hello there!”
Esu rushed in. The Butcher smiled warmly at her.
“ⴋÐⴝⴇ!”
“Oh, another language barrier!”
“Are you visiting from outside Frigod?”
Esu’s eyes went wide.
“Wow! You speak Continental Language!”
“Ha ha! Of course! I grew up in Frigod Autonomous District, and I worked in Shahед back in my younger days.”
“Wow, wow, I’m so glad to meet you!”
Simon hung back a short distance, studying the Butcher carefully.
‘This man.’
He reeked of blood.
Not merely in any olfactory sense. His face wore a guileless expression, yet his exposed forearms were corded with muscle, veins prominent and pronounced, the lean, efficient build of someone trained for combat. There was nothing ordinary about the air he carried.
This was no simple butcher from the countryside.
‘Who is he?’
Simon remained watchful from behind, though the Butcher and Esu had already settled into an easy, warm rapport.
“Today’s reindeer meat is excellent! I brought it down myself just a few hours ago.”
“You did?”
“I make it a point to butcher only what I’ve hunted myself.”
Simon tilted his head at this, frowning slightly.
‘A hunter and a butcher both. Maybe he’s simply become expert at hunting monsters.’
Though uncertain, Simon followed Esu’s lead and approached. The man greeted him with equal warmth.
“Welcome! You’re the young lady’s friend?”
“Yes.”
The Butcher smiled kindly and raised his fist.
A common Shahед greeting. Simon mirrored the gesture, fists touching in salute.
“You both don’t look like the type to wander these harsh lands. How did you end up here?”
“Oh, well—”
Esu was about to explain when Simon cut in quickly.
“Tourists.”
“Ah, I see! Tourist permits are difficult to obtain for Frigod, but those who do get in can experience pristine nature and high mana density—not to mention the abundance of ancient ruins!”
Esu, catching on immediately, nodded along.
“It really is a wonderful destination! Though we’re tired of monster meat by now.”
“For guests like yourselves, allow me to prepare some proper reindeer!”
He lifted a large butcher’s knife and, with practiced ease, carved a generous slab from the reindeer, placing it before them.
The meat was a rich crimson, marbled with pale fat—so fresh it seemed to pulse with life.
“This premium cut comes just once per reindeer!”
Esu leaned back uncomfortably. They’d already spent considerable coin on supplies, and premium cuts felt like a stretch.
“We… we don’t have that much money.”
“Just 800 Silver. I’ll take less than the usual rate.”
The Butcher smiled simply and continued.
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen outsiders—I’m delighted, really.”
“Truly? Oh, thank you so much!”
Esu handed over the coins immediately, securing the meat. Even Simon, touched by the unexpected kindness, bowed.
“Thank you.”
“Ha ha, please, no need! Oh, that’s right—”
The Butcher suddenly spoke as if remembering something.
“I’m actually looking for someone. Have you happened to see a fair-haired girl, roughly your age, anywhere in this village?”
Esu tilted her head, uncertain.
“Blond hair? There’s more than one blond on the continent.”
Simon’s eyes sharpened.
“Why do you ask?”
“Ha ha ha! An acquaintance of mine came to this village, we arrived together, but I haven’t seen her since. I’m a bit worried.”
The Butcher said nothing more, asking no further questions.
So Simon, too, decided not to press further.
“Thank you so much! Please come again!”
“Business is good!”
Esu waved her hand energetically. Simon exchanged a final fist bump with the Butcher as a parting gesture.
“Anyone with half an eye can see it—you’re quite the exceptional warrior, friend!”
the Butcher said.
“I’d say the same about you.”
Simon grinned back at him.
“Sharp eye you’ve got there! But I’m no ‘exceptional’ warrior, mind you.”
The corners of his mouth lifted.
“I’m just a butcher who cuts meat.”
With that, the two men bid each other farewell and parted ways. The Butcher waved them off kindly until they disappeared from sight, then resumed his work dismantling the reindeer.
Since meat was so precious in these parts, the moment the Butcher started working, villagers from the Frigod Autonomous District began gathering curiously around his stall.
“Do you accept these shells as payment? I have no Continental Currency.”
“Of course! Certainly!”
The Butcher happily agreed to the barter trade, even though he was taking a loss. The villagers left grinning widely, each clutching their precious portions of reindeer meat.
By then, the single reindeer that had been laid out on the stand was reduced to bare bones.
As the Butcher finished his work and contentedly wiped his bloodstained hands with a cloth,
“I still don’t understand what I’m seeing.”
The very man who had summoned him to the Frigod Autonomous District approached.
Wearing a tall hat and dressed in formal attire, with only one eye visible in his face, the One-Eyed Gentleman drew near.
“You made such a fuss about leaving early, and now here you are, butchering meat in some backwater place?”
“I told you.”
The Butcher lit a cigar between his lips.
“This is my ritual. An important routine before work.”
“Well, as long as you do the job right, I suppose that’s fine.”
The One-Eyed Gentleman tapped his cane lightly against the ground.
“In any case, Kizen has already entered the Frigod Autonomous District, or so I’m told.”
“Is that so?”
“Did those children come through here?”
“They did.”
The Butcher spoke casually, but the One-Eyed Gentleman’s single pupil dilated sharply.
“They did? Really?”
“A bunch of kids from outside the Frigod Autonomous District. Can’t say if they were from Kizen—they had their robes inside out with fur showing.”
“Wait! Could it be—”
The Butcher cut him off, waving his hand dismissively.
“I’m no fool. The blonde target wasn’t among them. I even asked those kids, and they said they didn’t know anything.”
“Platinum blonde, you mean! And another person! Surely you haven’t forgotten?”
“Who?”
“Simon Polentia! The blue-haired boy!”
The Butcher furrowed his brow, trying to recall the figure.
There had definitely been blue hair visible at the hem of the robe.
“Oh, right. That one had blue hair too.”
“For heaven’s sake!”
“Ha, don’t be so angry now.”
The Butcher chuckled.
“I only remember the ones I’m meant to slice. The blonde girl—I remember her because I’m supposed to cut her. But that guy, whoever he is… capture alive, right? How am I supposed to remember someone I’m not supposed to slice? That’s your people’s mistake.”
“You fool! This was a perfect chance to secure Simon Polentia without crossing swords with the Kizen professors!”
The One-Eyed Gentleman flared with anger and quickly seized his Communication Crystal.
“Which direction did they go?”
“They were strolling ahead. Maybe twenty minutes ago now.”
“All units, listen! Simon Polentia is in this village. Move toward the eight o’clock direction, everyone! Find the blue-haired boy in his teens—it’s imperative!”
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
At his command, assassins lurking in the darkness vaulted into the air.
Moments later, as they leaped across the rooftops of buildings, their eyes gleamed with predatory brightness.
‘Too late. They’ve already fled.’
The One-Eyed Gentleman’s expression suggested he held little hope.
But not long after.
—Eight o’clock direction. Spotted a blue-haired male child in his teens.
—He’s wearing a School Uniform. Confirmed as target.
A report came in confirming they’d actually found him.
Today is one of those days when even when things work out, they work out this way. The One-Eyed Gentleman picked up the Communication Crystal.
“I’m on my way. Before I arrive, capture him alive—by any means necessary!”

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Slash! Slash!
Slash!
The assassins descended toward the blue-haired boy.
“Target located. Confirmed.”
“Requesting clearance to engage.”
The blue-haired boy turned to look behind him.
“……?”
He tilted his head once, then broke into a slight smile.
“What’s this? A bunch of moths flying into the flame?”
From behind the assassins who had encircled the boy,
a Spider Web reflecting a dim, sinister light was drawing closer.

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