Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 589

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 589
“…… Uh, how was it?”
What is this story?
Why is it going like this?
Suddenly hearing them talk about his future self like that, Simon found himself feeling oddly embarrassed.
“It was charming.”
Serne cupped both cheeks in her hands, her smile dreamy and enraptured.
“That strength, that intellect, that grave presence. Oh, how fondly he doted on me. Ufufu.”
Simon’s face contorted in the most peculiar way.
He doted on Serne? If anything, it was the other way around — the very thought was absurd.
“And he gave me all sorts of advice too.”
That much was true.
— If you want to find your roots, seek out someone named Gahuen in the Sacred Federation!
Were her roots really in the Sacred Federation?
Where had the Tower Master brought Serne from?
She’d been so young that she couldn’t remember her origins, or so she’d said.
“Of course―”
Watching Lorain listen with interest, Serne’s lips curved in something like provocation.
“He didn’t say a word about you.”
For a fraction of a moment, Lorain’s shoulders stiffened, but the poker face that followed shielded her response.
“Because I was beside him, so naturally he spoke of me. Are you that desperate to read meaning into it?”
“Desperate? What do you mean?”
“I understand your position — trying to overcome the Ivory Tower’s crisis through recruitment. But stripping away all context and suddenly laying out recruitment talk does nothing but burden Simon, who’s focused on his studies and field assessments.”
Lorain’s usual composed demeanor slipped away, revealing a charismatic, almost regal presence.
“Everything is a decision for Simon to make next year.”
“Ah, well, that’s true.”
Both girls’ eyes turned sharp and intense on Simon. Caught between them, he felt his breath catch.
“Everyone up! Everyone up!”
Just then, the Instructor’s shout rang out from outside.
“The monsters are attacking! Everyone prepare for deployment!”

* * *
Students who’d been resting indoors poured outside.
Beneath a full moon hanging in the night sky, students gathered their robes against the cool breeze and readied themselves for combat.
— It’s Hector, the student commander.
Hector’s voice came through the Communication Crystal that each student had been issued.
— Everyone move to your assigned defensive positions. Free combat or not, at minimum guard your sector. Anyone who lets their sector fall — I’ll kill you myself.
Simon couldn’t help but smirk as he heard the transmission.
That was so Hector.
— Especially if I catch anyone abandoning their post to chase after a Guardian, I’ll march straight there and put you down myself.
“Ugh, damn. The commander’s gonna kill us all before the monsters do~”
A male student laughed and muttered.
“Hey. What are you laughing at?”
A female student from Hector’s faction shot him a glare; the boy whistled and walked on as if nothing had happened. Simon watched the exchange.
‘Hector wants to command strictly by his own strategy… but control won’t be easy.’
The students had come not merely to defend a fortress, but to claim “Guardians” — the finest Durahan material available. Guardians were rare monsters found only in the Frigod autonomous district.
Since taking down a Guardian and removing its corpse from Frigod would constitute a serious treaty violation, even combing through every Necromancer shop in the entire Federation wouldn’t turn up a Guardian Durahan — the black market might be different, but not the official channels.
An Undead that money alone cannot buy.
Greyion had arranged an opportunity to obtain one. The Summoning Studies students would hardly focus on actual combat; they’d hunt for Guardians with fire in their eyes.
“Clever of you~ Simon.”
Serne walked alongside him, speaking casually.
“Handing off that troublesome commander post and focusing on finding the Guardian instead, right?”
“That’s not why I handed it over.”
Simon said it plainly.
“In this situation, I thought Hector was better suited to command than I am.”
“Serne Aindarc!!”
As he climbed onto the City Wall, Hector was already approaching with his eyes blazing — the saying about ogres responding when you speak their name held true.
“What are you doing here? You’re Group 11 — move to your sector!”
“My, my.”
Serne’s expression turned wickedly amused.
“Are you giving me orders right now?”
“Command lies with me.”
Hector strode forward with heavy steps, positioning himself squarely before Serne.
The other students were watching. As commanding officer, he had to establish his authority here—had to break her resistance in front of them all.
“Return to your assigned sector, Serne Eindarc.”
He delivered the warning coldly.
Serne’s eyes, which had been glinting with amusement just moments before, turned glacial in an instant.
“I don’t want to.”
“Serne.”
Simon sighed and gave her back a gentle push.
“Why are you stirring up trouble from the start? Get back to your position.”
Then Simon added quietly, “Just this once, all right?” and Serne’s eyes widened. A moment later, a smirk played across her lips.
“Hm, well, if you’re asking that nicely…”
Serne hummed as she walked away.
…….
Hector’s face darkened visibly as he turned to look at Simon.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What?”
“I asked what kind of trick that was.”
His anger burned far hotter than it had when Serne refused his order. Pier Buckler, their fellow squad member, quietly edged behind Hector, ready to intervene if things escalated.
“You.”
Simon spoke with perfect calm.
“You wanted to try commanding.”
…….
Simon turned on his heel and walked back to the rest of Group 10.
Lorain, who’d been braced to stop a fight, broke into a slight smile. Toto, who’d been holding his breath, let out a relieved sigh.
Eshu stood watching Hector’s twisted expression, her cheeks flushed. The moment Simon returned, she jabbed him repeatedly with her elbow.
“President! President! You seem pretty close with Hector!”
Simon rubbed the side of his head sheepishly.
“I don’t think Hector sees it that way at all.”
“Come on, you two look like you get along! Can you introduce me to him?”
Their relationship had improved after recent events, but that was all there was to it. Her romantic interest, it seemed, remained firmly fixed on Hector.
“No, we’re not really that close……”
As Simon spoke, he flinched.
Behind him, Toto’s head had drooped in quiet dejection.
“If you’re in the same A-Class, that counts as close! Oh, and didn’t you say that Death Knight boy was also in A-Class first year?”
Eshu said this while moving toward Toto, and Simon’s face grew pale.
“Y-yeah. He was in A-Class.”
“Really? That’s amazing! So maybe I could ask Hector to—”
“Eshu!”
“Eshu!”
Simon and Lorain cried out simultaneously.
Eshu turned toward them with a questioning look, and before Simon could say anything, Lorain spoke, her face gone cold and hard.
“Choose your moment and your audience. This isn’t the time for that kind of talk.”
They were standing on the City Wall, and before them, an army of monsters was advancing.
“Ah, I’m sorry, Lorain. I was just trying to lighten the mood……”
Simon felt a wave of relief wash over him internally.
Perfect timing.
Lorain glanced back, her tone sharp and pointed.
“Toto, you need to focus too.”
“Y-yeah!”
Simon’s eyes darted sideways to where Eshu stood, visibly deflated.
‘She’s genuinely remarkable in so many ways.’
Talking with her, he could lose track of everything—it was as if he got pulled into her gravity. In truth, she was the type who’d crack jokes even if a mana bomb detonated right in front of her.
Crackle!
—This is Aaron.
Aaron’s voice crackled through the Communication Crystal. Every student stopped and focused on the transmission.
—We have a situation. The monster count exceeds Shaherd’s projections by a significant margin.
The students peered over the wall. Beneath the pale moonlight, a mass of dark shapes pressed forward.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The monster army’s attacks had always been nothing more than creatures charging forward with mindless howls, but the mimics’ advance was orderly enough to evoke a human military formation. They carried torches in their hands, and some even wielded flags or sounded horn pipes like men at war.
The students who had climbed the City Wall exchanging jokes moments before now fell silent, their expressions hardening.
“……This doesn’t seem like a minor problem anymore.”
“There are way too many of them!”
Of course, as Greyion had said, now that they had come here in Kizen’s name, retreat was not an option.
Aaron’s voice crackled through the Communication Device once more.
-Kizen headquarters has determined that this battle will not be easy with students alone. Additional orders have been issued. Both I and Greyion will be actively involved in this engagement.
Uwaaaaaaaaa!
At the students’ great cry, the Gahuen archers preparing arrows on the City Wall startled and turned to see what was happening.
“We’re fighting alongside the professors!”
“This is incredible!”
To the students, the existence of a “Kizen Professor” was nothing short of legend.
Over the pale moonlit night, massive Undead Warships bearing Aaron’s mark began to rise one after another into the sky.
“Hmm.”
And upon a building below the City Wall stood Greyion.
“Headquarters. They tell me to enjoy my final years training the younger generation, then work me like this.”
Before him lay six Case Containers on the ground. Though they resembled ordinary bags, each one’s surface pulsed and writhed like a living creature.
“So, you’re the one who wants to play today.”
On one container’s surface, strange insectoid wings were grafted, and it bounced eagerly as if appealing to him. Greyion grinned and picked it up without hesitation.
Click!
As he unsealed and opened the container, the organs of the creature within surged upward, pulsing with life.
Greyion gazed at it with satisfaction for a moment, then without hesitation pressed the opened container against his own body.
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
Splurch!
The container adhered to Greyion’s body. Countless nerve fibers from the container pierced his skin and invaded his flesh.
“Kgh!”
His pupils dilated with visible whites, and saliva dripped from his mouth. The veins across his entire body blackened, and the eyes of living creatures embedded themselves in his chest.
The tissue flowing from the container concentrated along Greyion’s back, erupting into six different pairs of wings, while new Chimera limbs grafted themselves onto his arms.
As if he were carrying a massive Chimera on his back.
“Kahahaha!”

Boom!
Greyion kicked off the ground and launched himself into the air.
[All Necromancers of Kizen, hear me!]
At his cry, uttered while unfurling six wings, every student looked up at the sky.
[On this continent, our deployment must always be a promise of victory! Win by any means necessary, without hesitation!]
His monstrous limbs spread wide, and an unidentifiable energy compressed into a semicircular technique formed in the center.
Beneath the moonlit night, a new moon rose into being.
[Huh!]
Greyion hurled the semicircle forward. It pierced the fortification and embedded itself in the ground, then swept across the terrain, cleanly eradicating every monster in its radius.
Uwaaaaaaaaa!
Over five hundred monsters—perhaps more—were obliterated in a single strike.
Where that moon struck the earth, no trace of anything remained.
Feeling the thrill of battle for the first time in ages, Greyion bellowed.
[Begin the assault!]

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