Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 594

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 594
“……I never thought a single student would give me this much trouble, I confess.”
The One-Eyed Gentleman tapped his staff against the floor as he spoke.
Before him, Hector stood pinned to the wall, his body drenched in blood. Crimson droplets fell steadily from beneath his brow.
“So the children who shoulder the Dark Alliance’s future are no mere pretenders. I acknowledge my error in underestimating you all.”
From the tip of his staff, shadow aura extended like a living thing, pinning three students against the wall by their throats.
“Speak.”
The One-Eyed Gentleman observed his new captives. As he tightened his grip on the staff, the students gasped and writhed, their airways closing.
“Simon Polentia’s location. That alone, and I’ll let you live.”
“Go to hell.”
Despite the agony of strangulation, the captured student raised his middle finger.
“I don’t like the bastard much either, but he’s still from Kizen. You think I’d sell him out?”
The student beside him glared with equal defiance.
“You want me to trade a classmate’s life for my own? Kill me instead. Go ahead.”
The One-Eyed Gentleman lifted his unusually long index finger and scratched his head in an almost contemplative gesture.
“Your camaraderie is admirable, yet your judgment is clouded by emotion—unwise.”
His single eye shifted back to Hector, who continued to bleed.
“Hector Moor. Speak. If you don’t answer within ten seconds, I’ll sever these classmates’ lives one by one.”
10.
9.
The One-Eyed Gentleman began counting slowly.
8.
7.
As the numbers descended, Hector made no response.
“Simon Polentia seems to irritate you.”
Yet at those words, Hector’s brow twitched.
“I can remove him from the school for you. Then you would be the most promising in your department.”
“…….”
“How long will you settle for eternal second place?”
5.
4.
The One-Eyed Gentleman resumed his count.
Then Hector’s shoulders trembled as a laugh began to spill from his lips.
“You’re absurd.”
“?”
“What meaning is there in that first place you speak of?”
His mouth opened wide across his blood-soaked face, teeth gleaming white as he laughed.
“I’m the one who’ll defeat Simon Polentia. If you take him away, I’ll tear through every last one of you, drag Simon back, and break him with my own hands.”
2.
1.
The One-Eyed Gentleman finished his countdown, closing his single eye tight.
“A pity.”
He was channeling shadow aura through his staff, about to transmit it to the captured students, when—
“A pity indeed.”
A cold voice from the side cut through the air, freezing the temperature around them.
At the sudden arrival of a third voice, the One-Eyed Gentleman turned his head.
Flutter!
A winter coat like a painting fluttered, beneath which short sleeves and shorts were visible.
A middle-aged man with disheveled dark hair, rough stubble, and deep dark circles under his eyes stood motionless, his face expressionless.
“Now, release my students.”
Yet beneath that blank expression, his voice carried a weight of genuine feeling.
“So you step forward at last.”
The One-Eyed Gentleman felt a chill creep down his spine as he turned to face him.
“Aaron Data, Professor of Summoning Studies.”
Aaron made a gesture, and the dark magic strangling the students unraveled. They fell to the ground, gasping.
“All three of you did well. Withdraw and seek treatment.”
Aaron swept his hand, and scarlet skeletons descended like arrows, lifting Hector and the two other students into the air and carrying them away.
‘…….’
Even as his captives were taken from him, the One-Eyed Gentleman could not move. Not a single finger would obey.
To look away from the opponent before him, even for an instant—
It felt like his head might fly clean off.
For the One-Eyed Gentleman, this was a new kind of fear.
“Well then.”
As the commotion settled into silence, a flat voice drifted across the field.
“I’d like to hear why you’ve invaded Kizen’s operational territory and attacked my students.”
……
The One-Eyed Gentleman lowered his stance warily and began to speak.
“I……”
Boom!
Suddenly, a massive greatsword came whistling from the side.
It was Durahhan. The One-Eyed Gentleman leaped backward and retreated.
Snap-snap-snap-snap-snap-snap-snap!
Scarlet skeletons poured from the Undead Warship, unleashing a torrent of arrows. Thousands of crimson shafts rained down on the earth in such profusion that the ground resembled a rose garden from a watercolor painting.
“Getting your answer——”
A sinister gleam flickered across Aaron’s eyes.
“Will have to wait until after I’ve dismantled you.”
‘He’s thoroughly enraged,’ the One-Eyed Gentleman thought.
The One-Eyed Gentleman summoned a pool of shadow at his feet.
‘The professors of Kizen are all continental-class masters. Combat must be avoided at all costs.’
His body shrank and sank into the shadow puddle, moving at high speed. Arrows fell like rain, but the One-Eyed Gentleman dodged them fluidly, weaving between the shafts.
‘If I can reach where the students are gathered, no matter how strong a professor is……!’
Thud!
But he felt a wall in the empty air. He couldn’t get out.
“Tomb Generation.”
As Aaron murmured the words, gravestones erupted one after another from the ground where the crimson arrows had struck. Black mist engulfed the area.
“You cannot escape this place.”
‘A Barrier summon’s ability!’
The Crypt Lord——the pinnacle among tomb-class summoning creatures——stood before him in all its towering majesty. Confronting it head-on would be reckless.
A deep resonant sound echoed.
Now even Aaron’s Undead Warship had broken through the tomb’s ceiling, revealing itself above.
A true festival of top-tier summons.
The warship’s hatch was opening. If this continued, he’d be caught in a wide-area bombardment.
‘Then——’
The One-Eyed Gentleman burst from the shadow puddle and charged straight at Aaron. The staff he held shifted form, coalescing into a crescent-shaped blade of pure shadow.
In any duel between summoners, striking the caster directly is the fundamental principle.
Aaron stood defenseless. Even as the One-Eyed Gentleman charged, burning all his shadow power, Aaron made no move to flee.
Snap!
He merely flicked his fingers.
Clatter-clatter-clatter-clatter-clatter-clatter-clatter!
Clatter-clatter-clatter-clatter!
Tiny skeletal bones, far smaller than ordinary skeletons, swarmed over Aaron.
In the blink of an eye, they formed a helmet and boots, a breastplate——taking the shape of a Bone Armor.
‘Damn!’
His face wasn’t covered yet. Just as the One-Eyed Gentleman swung the crescent blade toward his head——
Clang!
Metal rang out as the shadow blade halted. A helmet materialized in an instant, and even the cutting Dark Magic he’d poured all his shadow into couldn’t leave a scratch.
“What——?!”
At that moment, the One-Eyed Gentleman’s single pupil dilated sharply.
“That form……!”
Aaron gripped the crescent blade calmly in his hand and squeezed.
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
The blade shattered. The One-Eyed Gentleman flinched and stumbled backward.
‘How can this be? Why isn’t a man of this caliber the Raven?’
Screech-screech-screech-screech-screech!
Skull-faced wizards in black hoods burst from the tomb walls, drawing staffs and unleashing Dark Magic.
High-intensity Binding Magic. The One-Eyed Gentleman’s body went rigid.
‘And Liches too!’
“End it.”
Aaron, within the armor, activated Dark Magic.
Outside the tomb’s barrier, something jet-black flapped and flew through the air. A creature with wings and a long tail.
The One-Eyed Gentleman struggled desperately to break free, but he couldn’t undo the Liches’ Binding Magic.
Soon the creature thrust its gaping maw down from the tomb’s ceiling.
“……Ah!”
The One-Eyed Gentleman felt a suffocating terror wash over him.
From the massive skull, stripped to bone, flowed darkness. The breath of shadow that poured from its mouth engulfed his vision.
As he turned to ash, one final thought crystallized in his mind.
Dragons—he was sick of dragons.

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“Huff. Huff.”
The Butcher limped through the city inside the Fortress, three students sprawled unconscious in his wake.
“Damn it! Where the hell are you! Blue hair! Platinum hair! Blue hair! Platinum hair!”
Then one of the fallen students raised a trembling finger.
“There…… there!”
The student hurled a Curse, but the Butcher simply drew the small kitchen knife from his belt and swung it carelessly. The deflected Curse bounced back to its caster.
“Ugh!”
It had been Petralize—a petrification curse—and the student’s body hardened like stone.
But before he could finish, more students came surging toward him.
“Huff. Haa.”
He dragged his feet and hid behind a building.
“Blue hair, platinum hair, blue hair, platinum hair.”
Every student here was formidable.
In his current state, there was no one he could easily defeat.
And.
“……Tsk.”
A massive bite mark ran across his side, as if a beast had torn into him.
A wound from the Summoning Material Studies Professor, Grerion.
“How many times does that monster shift form!”
He’d barely managed to shake Grerion off and escape, but his strength was beginning to flag.
“Just a short rest. Just five minutes, and then I’ll find blue hair…….”
He stepped into a nearby house.
He collapsed onto something resembling a couch, leaning back against it. He heaved a long sigh, then drew out a cigar and lit it.
Exhale—
His eyes grew dim and unfocused.
“Damn it.”
A wound like this could be healed later.
But failing the mission was unacceptable.
Eventually, the Covenant would send someone to kill him to keep him from speaking of the job’s details.
‘Blue hair, blue hair, blue hair.’
Clink.
Then he heard a sound from inside the house.
Creak—
The noise was coming from the kitchen. The Butcher slowly brought his hand behind him and rested it lightly on the kitchen knife.
“Who’s there.”
Tap tap—
Now he heard footsteps openly approaching.
The figure that appeared was a boy in a Kizen Uniform. He seemed to have just woken from sleep, yawning with tired eyes.
“Hello.”
The boy spoke and casually settled into the seat across from the Butcher.
“We’ve met again since the Village. Butcher, sir.”
“……Blue hair.”
He’d shown himself so openly.
The boy, who’d been wearing a somewhat vacant expression, broke into a grin.
“How was the reindeer meat?”
Then he drew in a breath of cigar smoke and asked. Simon answered.
“It was delicious. Eshu especially seemed to love it.”
“Good to hear. Looks aren’t everything, but I do my work right.”
Exhale—
The Butcher’s gaze fixed directly on Simon.
“And right now, I’m looking at the next cut of meat I’d like to work with.”
Simon smiled faintly.
“The next person I’d like to strike down is standing right in front of me.”
Keke-keke-keke.
The Butcher’s shoulders heaved with laughter. Drool spilled from the corners of his mouth as he cackled harder and harder.
Ha-ha-ha.
Simon joined in, his laughter ringing out. The two men’s voices echoed through the empty house in a strange, harmonious duet.
The moment their eyes met again.
Snap!
The Butcher sprang to his feet and drew a kitchen knife from his sleeve. Simon, moving at an unhurried pace, raised the teal-blue “coffin” he’d kept hidden behind him and placed it on his head.
Crash!
Screech!
At the same instant, the wall behind the Butcher exploded, and a shower of teal blades poured forth, piercing through his body.

Thud-thud-thud—
Blood cascaded down.
The kitchen knife stopped inches from Simon’s face. Six teal-blue blades jutted through the Butcher’s body, quivering with force.
Simon gripped the “coffin” between his fingertips and pulled it down low over his brow, like bangs shadowing his eyes.
“A Covenant assassin.”
Thump!
The Butcher fell to his knees before Simon. Simon’s gaze was cold, unwavering.
“I have many questions for you.”

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