Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 610

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 610
Three days had passed since the entire student body learned that the Dark Festival would be held.
The Summoning Department, ambitious in their pursuit of departmental victory, was conducting both morning and evening training sessions. Today, like any other day, the students had emerged from the dormitory into the crisp dawn air.
After changing into athletic wear and completing light stretches followed by group running, they moved into individual practice.
“Ready?”
Lorain rose to her feet, having finished a casual leg stretch.
“Whenever you are.”
Simon, standing a short distance away, gave a slight nod.
There were onlookers as well. Toto and Eshu, perched side by side on a rock, clapped their hands and cheered—”Yay!”—offering encouragement to their respective favorites.
“Go on, Simon!”
“You’ve got to win! Come on, Lorain!”
Lorain exhaled sharply and spread her legs to shoulder width.
Drawing upon the Dark Element, she thrust both arms forward with force. Scattered bones from the grass rose into the air and flew toward Simon.
Bone Needle—the most fundamental among Skeleton Restoration techniques.
Simon responded instantly, flicking his fingers in place.
Snap! Crack!
Bones surged forward so rapidly they seemed to materialize from nowhere, striking Lorain’s projectiles with perfect precision and knocking them down.
Simon then raised his fingertips, overlapped his other hand, and slammed it down—a fresh barrage of bones descended toward her head.
‘He’s fast!’
Lorain abandoned her attack and launched herself into motion. Bones struck the ground with successive impacts wherever her feet carried her.
Whoosh!
Her black hair streaming behind her like dark lacquer as she leaped skyward, she swept her arms in a wide arc. A subspace tore open, and bones poured forth like arrows released from a bowstring.
Bone Spear.
Mid-flight, they locked together with sharp clicks, their power and piercing force amplified as they reformed into the shape of javelins and shot forward. Simon watched silently, then lowered his arm.
Bone Prison.
Bones that had been waiting overhead now configured themselves into the form of a cage, enclosing Simon within. At almost the same instant, the incoming Bone Spears struck the bars and ricocheted away.
A flicker of surprise crossed Lorain’s face.
‘He’s using Bone Prison—a binding skill—to defend?’
Pop!
Simon immediately kicked off the grass and burst forward directly at her.
The moment his body made contact with the bone bars, they crumbled with astonishing grace, reforming into the shape of armor that fit his frame perfectly.
Toto and Eshu, watching from their perch, let out gasps of admiration.
“The Bone Prison became Bone Armor!”
“Whoa! That’s incredible! How is he controlling those skeletons like that?”
Lorain sent the remaining bones aloft once more, launching another volley of Bone Needles. Simon responded by manipulating the bones that formed his armor.
Several panels of the armor clattered away, then one by one they shot forward, each intercepting her projectiles in mid-air.
‘As expected of Simon.’
Lorain could not help but admire him inwardly.
Slash!
Simon swung his arm back. Bones that lay lifeless on the ground found their positions and aligned, forming themselves into the shape of Bone Spears.
Boom!
At the signal of Simon thrusting his arm forward, five javelins erupted through the air with sharp, piercing cries.
“Breathe!”
Lorain hastily invoked Dark Magic. Unlike Simon’s precision interception, she couldn’t strike them down directly, but she attached the bones she had kept aloft to the bodies of the incoming Bone Spears, then exerted her power to pull.
Wrenching their trajectory aside.
‘And now, directly ahead!’
Simon rushes toward her, encased in Bone Armor. Just as she begins to assume a Combat Magic stance—
‘!’
Simon forcibly twisted his direction and retreated. In his place, the Bone Armor that had been fitted to his frame continued forward, now enveloping Lorain’s body.
‘Ah!’
Screech—!
Simon scraped the earth with his feet as he slid backward, then gestured with his hand.
Bone Chain.
Clang!
The Bone Armor constricted tightly to fit her frame, then in one swift motion bound both her wrists behind her back and locked her legs firmly in place.
‘?!’
As Simon raised his arms, Lorain’s body lifted into the air, still shackled within the bone restraints.
‘Finish.’
His hands moved with the fluid grace of a conductor’s baton.
Simon Original – Bone Nail.
Aside from the bones binding Lorain, every remaining fragment of bone sharpened its point toward her.
Watching countless bones fly at her, Simon turned his back.
In that instant.
Whoooosh!
Darkness rippled across Lorain’s eyes.
Shwoooom!
She threw all her strength into her arms and legs, as if shaking something loose. A vast wave of darkness erupted from her, scattering not only the Bone Chains binding her but every approaching fragment of bone in all directions.
Thud!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The bones hurtling toward her flew back with many times the force they’d come with, embedding themselves in the field or vanishing into the forest.
“…….”
“…….”
A brief silence settled over them.
Lorain touched down on the ground, embarrassed, and smoothed back her hair.
“I’m sorry, Simon. We agreed to fight using only skeletal techniques, but I lost control. That’s my defeat.”
Simon smiled faintly.
“Your Restoration skills really have improved a lot.”
Four days of training in.
On that first day when Lorain had asked Simon to teach her Restoration Techniques, her private lesson showed she’d needed considerable time just to assemble a single Bone Spear.
But she’d already progressed this far. Her theoretical and academic performance remained rather ordinary, yet that impossible talent and skill left no doubt—she was truly Neftis’s daughter.
‘But…….’
There was the feeling of wearing clothes that didn’t fit.
As though a giant were picking up a needle humans used and struggling to learn knitting with it.
Lorain’s darkness couldn’t even be called abundant. It was vast as the sea.
She certainly possessed the most darkness among their year, and perhaps the most in all of Kizen.
‘Does someone like Lorain really need to learn techniques like Bone Spear and Bone Armor?’
Restoration Techniques suited Simon well—he enjoyed stylish and ever-shifting combat—but for Lorain, they were an ill-fitting garment. It would be far more powerful simply to convert that absurdly vast quantity of darkness into supernatural ability, wrap it around her fists, and smash everything.
‘……Still, there must be a reason why Neftis sealed Lorain’s ability in the first place.’
Simon’s gaze drifted for a moment to the chalk necklace hanging around Lorain’s neck.
That shackle, forever binding her.
She’d returned to being an ordinary student like the rest of them, learning general Necromancer knowledge from first principles. Simon hoped that someday all this study would bear fruit.
“Are you both all right?”
Toto and Eshu, who had been watching, came running over. Lorain smiled and spoke.
“I’m fine, thanks Toto.”
“U-uh, okay!”
Toto still found Lorain intimidating.
Eshu, who had no such qualms, grinned widely as she approached and tapped Simon’s forearm.
“Wow~ but the President really is merciless. No mercy whatsoever! If even a scratch appeared on Lorain’s body, the whole Dark Alliance would be in uproar, you know?”
“……She was wearing a barrier under the PE uniform anyway.”
“That’s not the point! You’re not even following the conversation.”
That was when.
A male student came running from a distance, waving his hands and calling “Hey~ Hey~” His distinctive carefree running posture looked familiar.
“Simon!”
At the sight of this unexpected person, Simon’s eyes widened.
“Dick?”
“Hahaha!”
Dick approached with a cheerful laugh and draped his arm around Simon’s neck. Simon spoke.
“What brings you all the way out here?”
“Distance means nothing when visiting my best friend!”
Simon chuckled.
“Student Council business?”
“Well, actually an official notice came down earlier. This afternoon…….”
Dick rambled on, rolling his eyes, and just then his gaze locked directly with Eshu, who had been watching with a distinctly displeased expression.
“Uh, whoa! Stop right there!”
Eshu stepped forward briskly.
“I don’t know your face—what department are you from?”
Dick shrugged.
“Poison Studies Building.”
“A spy from Poison Studies? Come to assess our situation?”
Dick waved his hands dismissively.
“I’m the Student Council Secretary! Don’t you recognize me? I didn’t wear my armband, so I guess nobody knows who I am. I’m here on official business with the president.”
“If you had business with the president, you’d have sent one of your direct subordinates to tell us!”
Eshu suddenly clapped a hand over her mouth and shouted.
“There’s a spy from the Poison Studies Department here!”
What?
The faces of the Summoning Department students training nearby went pale. They stopped their drills and began rushing over in clusters.
“Ah, I expected this much, honestly~”
Dick chuckled and raised his hand to Simon.
“Let’s talk about it later in the Student Council Room, Simon.”
“Grab that guy!”
Dick pulled a potion bottle from his subspace and dropped it to the ground.
Boom!
A thick cloud of smoke instantly billowed across the area. Simon coughed and stumbled backward, while Summoning Department students summoned creatures to search for Dick.
But when the smoke cleared, Dick had vanished without a trace.
“We lost him!”
“Those Poison Studies bastards must’ve known we were training here!”
As the students fumed, Simon let out a bitter laugh from behind.
‘I’ve picked up the strangest skills since joining the Poison Studies Department.’

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As it turned out, Eshu wasn’t being unusual at all.
At Kizen, there was a special tradition that lasted from when the Dark Festival was announced until it ended.
It was none other than this:
“Hey, you from Necromancy—what’ve you been staring at since earlier?”
“You’re the one who’s been staring. Do Combat Magic majors use their brain or their eyes as muscles?”
“What, you bastard? Want me to keep you in Spirit Embodiment form permanently?”
The tension between departments escalated.
It was a kind of campus culture. During this period, students were supposed to move only with their own classmates, and there was an unwritten rule that students from other departments were to be treated as ‘enemies.’
It was a sort of game meant to strengthen departmental unity before the actual Dark Festival and amplify the competitive spirit that was at the heart of Kizen’s identity.
The problem was.
“Hey, hey, hey! Let go, come on!”
“Come on, what? You scared?”
Some people became overly invested in what was supposed to be fun.
A commotion erupted in the School Cafeteria.
“Combat Magic and Necromancy are about to go at it!”
“Ooh!”
Simon, who had been sitting down eating, let out a heavy sigh.
He just wanted to eat in peace and leave, but dark energy was surging all around him.
Even the Summoning Department, which Simon belonged to, had already gotten dragged into it.
“You Summoning Department paupers! You got money to buy food in the cafeteria?”
“Summoning Department? More like the probation prep course!”
“Hahahaha!”
‘…….’
He was beginning to understand, just a little, why people got so overinvested.
“You counterfeit mage bastards!”
The Summoning Department students who heard that immediately flared up and stood.
This time, Summoning and Dark Reversal Magic were on the verge of a clash. The Summoning students summoned Undead from their subspace, while the Dark Reversal students conjured dark element magic in their palms.
A fight was about to break out at any second.
“Please disperse.”
Simon pulled out a communication crystal from his pocket and spoke.
Beep-beep-beep!
Beep!
Whistle sounds immediately echoed throughout the cafeteria, and Mojo and the other direct subordinates of the Student Council came pouring in.
“All right, that’s enough! That’s enough, everyone!”
“Students, step back! Step back!”
“Ugh, let me go! That guy started it……!”
“Wait until the Dark Festival. I’m marking you for it.”
As the subordinates pulled the students apart, they reluctantly backed off.
The area grew quiet again, and Simon finally focused on his meal. Eshu, who had set down her tray at the seat next to him, giggled.
“President, that was kinda cool earlier, wasn’t it?”
“What is it?”
Eshu mimed lifting a spoon to her lips.
“Disband them. Just that one word and the subordinates come flooding in—whoosh! This is what power feels like!”
Simon was about to respond when—
“Simon!”
This time Merin came running, her long sky-blue hair streaming behind her. Simon’s face lit up with delight.
“Oh, Merin!”
“Hi! We’re supposed to meet in the Student Council Room this afternoon—”
Grab!
Snatch!
Just then, other Dark Runic Studies Department students seized Merin by both arms.
“Vice President! Are you talking with those Summoning Department bastards?”
“Let’s go!”
And they began dragging her away.
“Hey, you crazy idiots! This is just Student Council business— let go of me!”
Merin thrashed her legs, but it was useless. With no choice, she turned to Simon and called out.
“See you in the Student Council Room later!”
“Got it!”
Simon grinned and waved. Eshu, delighted, jumped up onto her chair and began taunting them.
“Kyahahaha! Running away, are they! Pseudo-mages! The Summoning Department is taking first place this year!”
Simon let out a dry laugh.
‘This is what collective madness looks like.’

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In truth, the Dark Festival wasn’t only rousing the students to fever pitch.
Jane pressed her students hard, expecting “inevitable” results from the festival, while Hong Peng silently tripled the duration of physical conditioning sessions.
And.
“Welcome.”
Bahil’s Research Office.
Curse Department students were filing in one by one.
“I trust you understand what I’m about to tell you—”
Bahil’s eyes narrowed.
“Indeed, I expect you do.”

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