Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 621

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Chapter 621
Simon had finally found a moment of peace.
His matches for the day were finished, and Summoning Studies maintained its first-place standing without question.
The first day had left him tense with worry about the Dark Festival, but from the second day onward, his anxiety had eased. With some breathing room, he decided to take a leisurely walk through the grounds, making it double duty as a patrol.
‘There really are so many people.’
During the Dark Festival, Rocksum overflowed with visitors from end to end.
Not a single street stood empty. Vendor stalls lined every path, and spectators laughed cheerfully while discussing the matches.
“Mom! Ballak is competing at Woodbill Arena!”
“Should we go watch?”
Simon felt his own interest perk up. Without Aezel, Ballak was Kizen’s strongest, and he toyed with the idea of catching one of his matches—but first, his duties as part of the Student Council took priority.
“You’re the Student Council President of Kizen, aren’t you?”
“Your match was wonderful.”
As he walked, people began to recognize him even without the official coat of his position.
Encouragement and praise came from all directions.
It seemed that during the Dark Festival, anyone wearing a Kizen uniform received such warm words—not just Simon himself. Some vendors even pressed food into students’ hands freely. As Student Council, Simon declined several times before finally buying an ice cream with his own coin.
He held the frozen treat carefully as he continued on.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump!
‘Oh.’
Along the pedestrian path, carriages streamed past in constant flow. A cloud of dust rose from the road, so Simon quickly turned his back to shield his ice cream from the grime.
“Hurry, please!”
“We’ll be late for Shatel’s match!”
A young couple urged their driver forward with visible urgency, caught up in the festival’s infectious energy.
Buoyed by the knowledge that his efforts had contributed to this festive atmosphere, Simon resumed his walk.
As he ate his ice cream and strolled, he soon found himself at the Vendor Plaza, which occupied the heart of Rocksum.
The section with the highest concentration of stalls in Kizen—the place where first-year students rushed the moment classes ended. A list of must-visit spots had already circulated among them, shared enthusiastically through their networks.
“Try our crispy shrimp dish!”
“Thank you so much!”
It was around lunch hour, so the crowd was substantial. Simon paused to watch Kizen students and their families dining together at the tables.
‘Father and Mother said they were too busy with their duties as nobles to attend.’
It was disappointing, but truthfully, even if they’d made the journey, his Student Council responsibilities would have made it difficult to spend unhurried time with them. He pressed on with his patrol.
Then.
“Hey! My bestie!”
He ran into Dick. The boy sat at a dining table and waved enthusiastically, flanked by two freckled boys who bore a striking resemblance to him.
“Hello, Simon!”
“Nice to see you, Simon!”
Bill Heyward and Al Heyward—Dick’s twin younger brothers.
“Wow, it’s been a while for you two. How have you been?”
Since these were the siblings of his closest friend, Simon found himself making time for a conversation.
Bill and Al chattered animatedly about the Dark Festival matches they’d seen this morning, while Dick puffed himself up with pride, taking credit for everything.
“All of this? Me. All of it. Not a single vendor stall here that didn’t have my hand in it. That’s what I’m saying.”
Bill and Al exchanged skeptical glances, their eyes turning to Simon for confirmation. Simon nodded with a grin.
“It’s true. The Dark Festival wouldn’t have gotten off the ground without Dick.”
“You hear that?”
Whew!
Bill and Al whistled, seeing their older brother in a new light.
“Honestly, we didn’t believe Dick was the Student Council Secretary General until we got to Rocksum!”
“Like, how does someone ranked 400th even join the Student Council, right?”
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Bill and Al burst into loud laughter. Dick’s mouth twitched, but he affected an air of nonchalance with a shrug.
“Getting admitted to Kizen isn’t easy, understand? You two? After just one month at Kizen, you’ll be crying your eyes out, begging them to send you home. Guaranteed.”
Bill and Al ignored their brother’s bluster and turned their attention back to Simon.
“By the way, Simon!”
“We opened our Cores!”
Simon’s eyes went wide.
“Really? Seriously?”
Bill and Al extended their palms simultaneously. They strained for a moment, faces flushed with effort.
“Look at this!”
Small dark spheres gleamed in the centers of their hands.
They were genuinely Dark Element.
Simon let out a low whistle and glanced at Dick.
“What’s going on? Did Father agree to let you become a Necromancer?”
Dick shook his head.
“Not a chance. Father’s got plans to keep Bill and Al locked in the warehouse their whole lives, working as storekeepers. But they pestered him so much about enrolling at Kizen next year that he loosened his purse strings and paid for their Core Opening.”
Simon looked at Dick with genuine admiration.
“You’re a real brother.”
He knew the Core Opening cost was substantial, and life at Kizen didn’t come cheap either. For Dick to hand over such a fortune to his younger brothers without hesitation—it wasn’t a decision made lightly.
Simon lowered his voice slightly.
“But are you sure? Shouldn’t you tell Father about this?”
“I made them a promise.”
Dick grinned and continued.
“They take the Kizen entrance exam next year. If they fail, they inherit the family business. But if they get in, Father won’t be able to refuse.”
That was true. Admission to Kizen was significant enough that even high nobility threw celebrations. No father would tell his son to keep trading after such an achievement.
Dick added quietly.
“……Look how happy they are. It’s only one life, and it’d be too cruel to make them give up their dreams without even trying.”
Simon reached over and clapped Dick’s shoulder with genuine emotion.
“You’re really something.”
“Oh, just now figuring that out?”
Dick chuckled, watching his younger brothers still squeezing out their Dark Element aura. “But you two—if you don’t make Kizen, that’s it? The second-tier Necromancer Schools? What about Allard, Sierra, Moirah? Your big brother doesn’t even acknowledge those places.”

“Wow, what elitism!”
While Simon was enjoying the warm moment with the close-knit Heyward brothers—
“Excuse me, student!”
A middle-aged woman with sagging flesh came wadling over in a hurry.
“That armband! Could it be…!”
Simon got to his feet.
“I’m with the Student Council, ma’am. What’s the matter?”
“My wallet! Someone stole my wallet! That person over there!”
A pickpocket.
Simon’s expression hardened.
“Bill, Al—I’m going to handle this. Enjoy the rest of the Festival and head back later.”
Dick started to rise as well.
“Wait! Let me—”
“Stay with your brothers, Dick.”
Simon smiled and waved a hand.
“Spend time with family.”
Dick smacked his lips awkwardly and sat back down.
“Right. Thanks.”
“See you at the Student Council Room tonight.”

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After parting with the Heyward brothers, Simon ran alongside the middle-aged woman as he spoke.
“What did the pickpocket look like?”
“Blue clothes! Blue clothes and a hood!”
Without hesitation, Simon pulled his Dark Element aura up into his legs. Then he deftly pushed off a vendor stall building and launched himself into the air.
‘Found him.’
From above, he spotted a man in blue with a hood wrapped around his head, bolting through the Plaza in a panic.
Simon flicked his fingers, and the Skeleton’s bones flew out, wrapping the man in Bone Armor.
“What—what is this!”
Without breaking stride, the pickpocket wheeled around and came running back toward Simon and the middle-aged woman. Some men drinking beer at nearby tables burst into delighted laughter.
“I’ll retrieve your wallet for you.”
After returning the wallet to the middle-aged woman, Simon handed the pickpocket over to nearby guards. The onlookers offered a small round of applause.
‘I should patrol this area more thoroughly.’
With so many people gathered, incidents were bound to happen.
Vendors arguing with customers and coming to blows, students causing trouble over departmental rivalries, Skeletons used as servers that occasionally got out of hand—there was no shortage of problems.
As Simon moved through the crowd, diligently handling one incident after another—
“Isn’t that Simon?”
“Student Council President! Over here!”
This time, he ran into some first-year Mutation Club juniors who’d been eating nearby. Sasha and Molly. And Arthur was with them today as well.
“Simon! When’s your next match?”
“Sasha, I told you not to address the Student Council President so casually!”
“Ahahaha! Simon! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you!”
The first-year students chattered so loudly that Simon could barely think. He smiled and made his way toward them.
“Hey, everyone. Having fun?”
“Yes!”
The first-years answered with enthusiasm. Simon scratched the side of his head.
“I feel a bit guilty. There’s a rule that first-years can’t participate in the tournament.”
The Dark Festival was a departmental competition.
First-years who hadn’t yet been assigned to their departments naturally couldn’t take part. Though the entire campus of Rocksum was ablaze with festive excitement, the first-years had to attend regular classes.
“Please, don’t apologize.”
Molly swept her long hair back with a smile.
“It only happens once every five years, so there are graduating classes who never even see the Dark Festival. We consider ourselves lucky.”
“That’s right!”
“The matches are so cool! Thank you so much, Student Council President, for putting together such an amazing festival!”
At those words, Simon flustered and waved his hands in denial.
“Ah, no! I didn’t really do much of anything.”
“Didn’t you arrange all of this, Student Council President?”
In the eyes of his younger classmates, Simon seemed like an extraordinary person.
“And you all—”
Simon checked the clock hanging on the wall of a nearby vendor stall and spoke to the first-years.
“Don’t you have your next class soon? You’re cutting it close, aren’t you?”
The first-years all stiffened, their gazes shifting away.
Caught red-handed.
“I’ll clean up after you, so hurry and get going.”
“We’re so sorry!”
“We apologize!”
Realizing the danger too late, the first-years scrambled to pack up.
As Simon tidied up after his juniors, he lifted a bag from a chair and shouted urgently.
“Arthur! Don’t forget your bag!”
Arthur, who was already far ahead thanks to his transcendent physical abilities, wheeled around at tremendous speed and appeared before Simon in an instant.
“Thank you! Hahaha! That was close!”
“Get your head in the game.”
Simon smiled and gave Arthur a gentle flick on the forehead.
“Try to be less scatterbrained.”
“Yes! My apologies!”
“And don’t just rush off on your own—look after your classmates too. You’re the only boy here, after all.”
“Oh! You’re absolutely right. I’ll remember that! Hahaha!”
Sasha, who was putting her belongings into her Subspace, let out a quiet laugh.
“You’re trying to teach manners to that airhead of a mercenary king? Good luck with that.”
“Mercenary king, not airhead!”
Simon was still smiling at the two of them bickering when—
!
Suddenly, from behind him, chills ran down his spine like ice water.
‘What… is that?’
All the blood in his body seemed to freeze.
His heart thundered in his chest, and cold sweat beaded on the nape of his neck.
Sliiiiide—
From behind him.
Something horrifying was passing by.
Don’t turn around.
Don’t turn around.
Don’t turn around.
Every cell in his body screamed this warning.
Red lights blazed. Alarm bells shrieked. Simon’s entire world flooded with crimson, as if drowned in blood.
If he only looked back—
Not just himself, but the first-years here, the Heyward brothers, and the people all around him—
They would all be drawn in, he was certain of it.
‘…’
His eyes went bloodshot, tendons standing out on the backs of his hands.
Simon took a steady breath and summoned his Shadow Aura, spreading it across his entire body.
‘I can’t avoid this. I have to look.’
Simon, having finished all preparations, turned his stiff neck and finally looked behind him.
But.
Murmur, murmur, murmur!
The slowed time returned to normal, and all he could see were countless crowds passing by.
Simon rushed forward and scanned his surroundings, but.
‘It’ had slipped past, lost among the throng.
“Simon?”
Sasha tilted her head in confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Nothing at all.”
Simon spoke, wiping cold sweat from his brow.
“We’ll be late. We should head back to class, right?”
“Yeah.”
Sasha departed at last.
Simon hurriedly tapped on Pier’s Idol.
‘Pier! Pier! Did you not sense anything?’
After a moment, Pier’s voice came through.
[What is it, boy?]
‘There was something strange, just now—!’
Startled as he was, his thoughts kept tangling. He sorted through them and posed the question to Pier, but Pier said he hadn’t detected anything suspicious at all.
‘What was that, then?’
Simon walked swiftly with the crowd.
Did I just imagine it?
How could something ‘like that’ pass through such a crowded plaza without drawing attention?
What exactly did I sense?
And.
‘What’s happening at the Dark Festival right now?’
Simon activated his heightened senses across his entire body and broke into a run.
‘There’s still time.’
He sprinted in the direction it had gone.
It wasn’t so much a pursuit as it was a chase built on pure instinct and guesswork, yet somehow he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
He had to move.
“…….”
Thump.
Simon finally halted his sprint and surveyed the back of the Vendor Plaza. In this unpeopled stretch, cooking tools and boxes filled with ingredients lay scattered in disarray.
Simon stepped in decisively.
Snap.
In that instant, with his senses heightened to their limit, Simon sensed a hand approaching from behind.
He reflexively reached out to seize the incoming wrist, pulled it down, and surged forward toward his opponent, driving a fist toward them.

Crack!
But something sharp rose up, deflecting the trajectory of the punch and cutting through the Chi Ta.
‘!’
Strong.
Simon quickly shifted his stance to unleash a kick, but his opponent collided with his leg, disrupting the motion, then surged in close.
“Settle down, Simon.”
Thud!
Clap!
Their fists came to rest before each other’s faces. Only then did Simon, breathing heavily, catch sight of his opponent.
Faded gray hair, fierce eyes, sharp jawline, and a long scar running across his right eye.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
As Simon lowered his fists, deep relief spread across his face.
A roommate who vanished every night during his first year—in truth, a spy and operative who had enrolled at Kizen under a direct mission from Neftis.
“Kassan!”
It was Kassan, who had consistently served as Simon’s greatest ally.
He scratched the scar near his eye habitually, then spoke in a grave voice.
“I hope you’ve enjoyed the festival enough. We have a situation.”

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