Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 595

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius – Chapter 595
Blood dripped from the Butcher’s body in fat droplets. Yet he laughed silently, unbothered.
“You say you have many questions? Doesn’t look like I have much worth answering.”
“Your thoughts don’t concern me.”
A deep blue light flickered across Simon’s eyes.
“I’ll extract the answers by any means necessary.”
“Amusing. Little one!”
Crack.
In that instant, sinews bulged visibly across the Butcher’s hand as he gripped the cleaver.
‘Still has that much strength…!’
Simon retreated, and the Butcher surged forward. As he advanced, six Guard Swords embedded in his back tore free with a sickening sound.
Simon responded at once.
‘Gate Opening!’
A Subspace tore open, and blade-like tentacles resembling metal serpents stormed in from all directions. Yet the Butcher raised two small cleavers and knocked the tentacles aside, pressing forward.
“I’ve never received proper Black Magic training in my entire life.”
In a flash, he crossed the space between Overlords and reached straight for Simon’s face. The cleaver shrieked against metal as it drove toward his neck.
“No school, no master. But I’ve always been the one who won!”
Simon thrust his arm forward. A Guard Sword fell into his palm, and he parried the cleaver immediately. Thunder cracked between them, and both men recoiled at once.
“Every last one of those fools who spouted their faction, their rank, their diploma—they all ended up as meat scraps under my knife!”
He ran his tongue across the blade. A long gash tore across his tongue, and blood spattered from the cleaver.
“The victor is the strong one. Simon Polentia.”
“Agreed.”
Simon rotated his wrist, reversing his grip on the Guard Sword.
“I concur, assassin.”
Both men rushed toward each other simultaneously.
The Butcher stood alone, but Simon commanded twenty Guard Swords. Twenty arcs of cyan blade-light converged without gap.
“Ugh!”
There was no room to slip through.
Eventually, the Butcher hurled himself through the encirclement and broke free. The cyan blades caught him in succession, scoring his skin with wounds large and small.
Shiiing—!
The shallow gashes that had marked Simon’s body healed instantly. The Butcher’s eyes narrowed at the sight.
“A summon with blood-draining properties. Like a Blood Golem.”
Simon smiled faintly and intensified his assault.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Dozens of cyan-bright sword flashes and two small cleavers clashed in succession. The house shattered in an instant, and the duel spilled into the open air.
Through streets, across rooftops.
Up the City Wall, blades meeting blades.
The students paused their own fighting and watched with mouths agape as the two men battled.
“Professor Aaron! Shall we join in—?”
“Stop.”
Aaron stretched his arm, blocking the assistants.
“Leave it to Simon.”
As dawn broke slowly, the sun illuminated two figures locked in focused combat, exchanging blade after blade.
Every eye within the fortress fixed upon them.
“Keep fighting.”
Some distance away, Lorain stood with one hand pressed to her chest, watching Simon.
“Well, as expected—”
Serne sat casually in a chair, chin propped in her palm, legs crossed. Around her, assassins transformed into Mimics lay sprawled in pools of blood.
“…Tch.”
Hector, being treated for wounds inflicted by the One-Eyed Gentleman, clicked his tongue with irritation.
Clannnnnng!
The crash of steel shatters the dawn.
“Everything in this world is information! A single movement from your opponent, a single habit in wielding the Dark Element!”
The Butcher drove forward with sudden ferocity, whipping his cleaver around.
Simon flung the Chaos Sphere from his left hand as a feint, then drove forward with the Guard Sword in his right.
Kagagak!
Their blades collided inches before both their faces, and their eyes locked.
“Commanding so many Skeletons while being so cautious with your summons’ bodies! Sentiment? Hardly!”
With a subtle technique, the Butcher drew a cleaver hidden in his clothes and struck at the Guard behind Simon from an unexpected angle.
Thwack!
The Elite Guard shattered, and Simon grimaced without thinking.
“A technique that shares damage with your summoning creature! Am I right?”
“If you’d studied properly, you’d have been far more dangerous.”
Clang!
Simon drove back the Butcher’s cleaver with the Guard Sword, speaking as he parried.
“Ha! A direct hit, then?”
“I’m afraid that the fact that my Elite Guard and I share damage is already common knowledge. And besides—”
Simon pushed one Elite Guard forward aggressively. The Butcher swung his cleaver with obvious relish, but the creature’s body flickered cyan before crumbling to dust.
“!”
In that same moment, Simon drew two Purple Spears from his waist.
“Using that is my winning move.”
Crack!
Snap!
He drove both spears straight through the Butcher’s ankles.
A cry of pain escaped between the Butcher’s teeth, and Simon planted his feet in Shadow and launched himself skyward.
“Ugh! Haha! Got a good one in, didn’t I?”
Simon stretched his arms wide as he hung in the air.
All the Elite Guard units crumbled like puppets with their strings cut, their energy flowing toward him.
The cyan light faded and shifted to pure black.
Following the Blood Arrow and Blood Sword, a new technique he’d conceived, inspired by what Serne had told him of the “future Simon.”

Vwoom!
A black sphere formed in his hand.
“Now this is interesting!”
The Butcher, both ankles pinned, licked his lips. Standing against the coming dawn, with the orb raised high, Simon could see him spinning his cleaver idly.
“Not yet.”
Skeletons freed from their Guardian state rushed forward, scooping up the Chaos Spheres scattered across the battlefield and hurling them skyward.
The purple power of the Chaos Spheres surged into the orb, coating its black core with violet light.
“Here goes.”
His Dark Magic transformed once more.

Simon eased the purple orb forward from his palm.
“So we’re doing raw power now!”
The moment it left his hand, the orb pulsed with fierce energy in all directions. The Butcher, feet still rooted, crossed both cleavers before him defensively.
‘If I can deflect that back at him, I win!’
His leg muscles went taut as he stamped hard, and the arms gripping the cleavers bristled with tension.
Ping—
The orb made contact with both blades with a light, ringing sound.
“?!”
In that instant, the Butcher understood.
This was a technique that could not be stopped.
The orb crushed the touching cleavers effortlessly and drove downward, compressing the Butcher’s lower abdomen.
Vwoom!
His back struck the floor of the City Wall.
Crash-crash-crash!
The orb punched straight through the ground, driving his body down and down.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
The entire City Wall warped and began to sag inward, bending into a U-shape.
Those watching gaped in shock, while the Gahal Tribe warriors shrieked like they’d witnessed a natural disaster and fled in panic.
At last.
Crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch!
The Chaos Orb sank an entire section of the City Wall and came to rest against the ground below before vanishing. The Butcher lay motionless, his eyes rolled back to show only the whites.
‘A technique that converts explosive force into pure physical power.’
Simon breathed heavily, a grim smile on his face.
‘This is how it’s done, isn’t it? Future me.’
Waaaaaaaaaa!
As if they’d been waiting for the moment, a deafening roar erupted from all around.

* * *
Three hours after the battle.
Outside the fortress.
The war had ended, and the ground beyond the fortress walls lay carpeted with the corpses of Mimics.
Countless arrows scattered across the earth, and traces of Grerion’s devastating firepower. Massive craters yawned across the ground like gaping wounds.
“Ah, I thought this was a Guardian.”
“What’s the point? The others must’ve looted everything already.”
“Then head back, if you’re done.”
The Kizen students lingered in the wreckage, unwilling to leave empty-handed—those who hadn’t managed to claim a Guardian in this battle.
Thud!
Crack!
Their Skeletons finished off the occasional Mimic still twitching with life. The students wandered on, trading idle talk as they went.
And beneath one of those corpses.
Grrrrr—
A tiny fragment of flesh, no more, keeping itself hidden.
The body had vanished entirely. Only the One-Eyed Gentleman’s eye remained, floating in a pool of pure darkness, moving silently.
‘Another failure, then.’
The eye drifted slowly through the shadow.
‘It was a perfect opening. If only I’d secured Simon Polentia, I could’ve been reinstated to the Covenant’s inner council.’
Aaron had stopped him, and Grerion had culled the monster numbers dramatically with sheer firepower—that much was clear.
But the students themselves included several powerhouses.
He’d tried to slip Simon Polentia away in the chaos, but perhaps he’d underestimated them. Drawing in that uncontrollable Butcher had been a mistake too.
‘Return, restore the body, and try again….’
[Caught you.]
The eye fleeing into the dense Grass Field came to an abrupt halt.
‘!’
In an instant, the One-Eyed Gentleman’s eye had been caught in a web. Strands of Web stretched out in all directions.
And at the center, perched casually on a delicate strand, sat a young woman.
‘A Kizen student?’
She wore the Kizen Uniform, her hair a striking pink. The uniform didn’t quite suit her frame—her Necktie hung loose around her neck, and her jacket was tied around her waist.
‘Why didn’t I sense her presence? Wait… this Dark Element is surely…!’
That distinctive killing intent he’d felt in the Village of Frigod Autonomous District.
He was certain now. This woman was the worst of monsters—the one who had worn Simon Polentia’s face.
[I caught something.]
Her Web pierced through the pool of darkness beneath the eye and pulled up the mangled corpse that Aaron had beaten to pulp.
[You really were Undead, weren’t you?]
‘…!’
[An Undead with reason, thinking like a human. Its ‘class’ is far too low to call it an Ancient Undead like my young master.]
The One-Eyed Gentleman’s eye quivered violently.
Why was an Ancient Undead here?
‘Could it be…’
Yesterday in the Village, he’d realized she’d been wandering around wearing Simon Polentia’s face.
This couldn’t be coincidence. Was Simon Polentia controlling her? Drawing him in deliberately?
If that were true…
‘Simon Polentia is a Legion Commander!’
This was decisive intelligence.
Just confirming that Simon was “the Seventh”—if he could relay that alone to the Covenant, his own return was assured.
Now that he thought about it, everything aligned perfectly. Recently, Neftis herself had ordered a background investigation into the 7th Legion Commander within Kizen.
[If you’re not an Ancient Undead, then what are you?]
Erzsebet descended from her Web and approached slowly. She examined the trapped eye with deliberate curiosity, then curved her lips into a smile.
[What a clever little trick. An Artificial Spirit embedded in an Undead body?]
‘…!’
The One-Eyed Gentleman felt as though his very core had been stripped bare. He went rigid in her grasp. Erzsebet’s tongue flickered out.
[This way I can’t extract any information. My Legion Commander won’t be pleased.]
‘No! Stop—!’
Splat!
She pressed her finger against the eye and crushed it to pulp.
She shook off her hand, letting the blood scatter lightly, then retrieved the mangled corpse from the pool of darkness.
[Hehe, though I did recover something rather precious.]

* * *
With the battle finished, Simon had emerged beyond the City Wall.
‘Damn it, this is bad.’
Simon pressed his hand to his forehead.
He’d been so consumed fighting the Covenant’s forces that he’d failed to secure the most crucial thing—a Guardian.
He’d promised Aaron he’d create the finest Dullahan among his peers, but without a Guardian, there was no way to make one of that caliber.
“Hey there~”
A sudden voice made Simon turn his head.
A girl with pink hair was waving at him.
“Wh—Erzsebet?”
Simon startled and glanced nervously around. Fortunately, the other students nearby were too focused on searching for Guardian corpses to notice her.
He hurried over to her.
“What are you doing here? Why are you suddenly dressed like a student again?”
“I have something to report to you.”
The two of them slipped into the Grass Field together.
“Wow, this is incredible.”
Webs covered every surface, and countless corpses of Mimics lay scattered about.
Erzsebet’s Corpse Spiders swarmed the area, tearing into the Mimics’ flesh.
“You brought your whole unit here?”
“I did. I thought the sheer number might be necessary. Was my interference unwelcome?”
“No, no—we’re alive because of you.”
Now he understood why the monster count had seemed lighter than what he’d sensed when first breaching the fortress. Erzsebet had been helping all along.
Erzsebet then showed Simon the corpse of the One-Eyed Gentleman.
“Ugh… mm.”
Simon grimaced at the mangled remains.
“What am I supposed to do with this?”
“The insides are still largely intact. It may prove to be valuable research material for studying the Covenant’s new technologies.”
“Ah, you’re right about that. Thank you for thinking ahead.”
Simon carefully placed the One-Eyed Gentleman’s corpse into his Subspace.
“Speaking of corpses, have you happened to see a Guardian’s body?”
“A Guardian? Oh, those annoying brutes? Yes, my spiders were just finishing one off.”
“I need that!”
Simon and Erzsebet searched through the grass together.
And then—
“Wait! Stop! Don’t eat that!”
They found it.
The Corpse Spiders were crawling over the dead Guardian, trying to devour it, but the armor-like shell protecting its body was preventing them from tearing into it.
Once Simon drove the spiders back, he let out a relieved sigh.
“Okay, saved one. Thank goodness.”
“However.”
Erzsebet pointed her finger downward.
“It has no head.”
The moment hung in silence.
All that remained was the torso.
Simon and Erzsebet searched together, but it seemed the head—the only part not protected by armor—had already been consumed by the Corpse Spiders.
Simon leaned his back against a tree, deflated.
“If I just had the neck, I could have made it work.”
He had no idea where to find another Guardian once today ended.
Sending Erzsebet and her spider unit to tear through the Frigod Autonomous District searching for one wasn’t an option—the locals would definitely notice. The risk was too great.
‘……’
As Simon sank into thought, his eyes grew sharp.
—Create an “exceptional” Dullahan that will astonish even me.
This Dullahan Practical Assessment was the most critical step to reaching the White Dragon.
“Since things have come to this.”
“?”
A faint smile crossed Simon’s face as he hefted the headless Dullahan’s corpse.
“Why not just make it truly exceptional?”

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