Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 627

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 627
Simon, Kassan, and the inner circle of necromancers loyal to Neftis had returned to Professor Greyion’s Cave.
Simon stared ahead with somewhat hollow eyes.
The Saint of Harvest, seated in a chair. She had been cleanly severed, leaving only her jaw and lower teeth, while the upper teeth and head rested upon a Preservation Magic Circle.
‘Someone sent by Israfil… reduced to this.’
His hands, resting on his knees, clenched with tension.
‘We should have stayed.’
Of course, the Saint of Harvest herself had sent Simon and Kassan away, but Simon carried the weight of responsibility.
They should have left the pursuit to others and made protecting the Saint their absolute priority.
“Take heart.”
It was then that Alaster, a raven operative under Neftis’s command, approached.
“The examination shows her life signs are stable. There’s no immediate danger.”
It was profoundly strange.
A person’s head had been severed. And yet her heart still beat, life still flowed through her. She had not died—merely fallen into a state not unlike vegetation, a living shell suspended between existence and nothing.
“This must be Evber Kire’s doing.”
Kassan, leaning against the cave wall, spoke.
“Her Supernatural Ability would make such a phenomenon possible. Which leads us to one conclusion: the priest we captured this time is not Evber Kire after all.”
“Just what—”
Simon looked between Kassan and Alaster in turn.
“—is this Supernatural Ability that Evber Kire possesses?”
“Her power has yet to be officially classified.”
Alaster’s voice carried a weight of unease. His answer echoed what Kassan had told him before.
“It is a Supernatural Ability that has never once appeared in human history. We only call it a Supernatural Ability for convenience—some scholars theorize it may be a Fourth Force entirely beyond our current understanding.”
“To put it plainly,”
Kassan scratched at the scar beneath his eye.
“It is the Supernatural Ability to manifest her desires into reality.”
She transforms matter at will, controls people as she pleases. Stone becomes gold, paper becomes weaponry. Whatever Evber Kire wishes comes to pass.
A power approaching that of a god.
Simon exhaled a sound of disbelief as he absorbed Kassan’s explanation.
“Something like… that’s possible?”
Kassan gestured toward the chair with a tilt of his chin.
“Look at what happened to the Saint of Harvest—proof enough, is it not?”
“…I see.”
“This ability could even bring down the entire world. The only mercy is that its use has limitations.”
Simon nodded slowly.
If such a miraculous power had no constraints, the Dark Alliance would have fallen to Evber Kire’s hand long ago.
“But Kassan,”
Alaster spoke this time.
“Those limits… they continue to shift as she grows stronger, do they not?”
“Yes.”
Kassan pressed a hand to his brow and let out a long breath.
“In the early days of discovery, she could only alter things she physically touched. Now she can transform objects at a distance. Initially her ability was limited to changing material density, but now she can turn cloth into steel.”
The more Simon heard, the more he understood that this was truly a power that defied simple definition.
Kassan looked back at Simon.
“Her ability continues to evolve. But there is one thing—a single rule that has remained unchanged from the moment of discovery until now.”
“What is it?”
Kassan’s sharp eyes narrowed.
“The effects of her ability have a time limit. Every object and living being ‘manipulated’ through her wish will eventually revert to their original state after a certain duration passes.”
Simon shot to his feet.
“Then the Saint…!”
“Yes. If Evber Kire is defeated or simply left alone, the Saint will eventually return to her original state.”
Simon recalled something he had read in Evber Kire’s report.
-Age 17. Served food to Ability Class students during the Harvest Festival. Apologized to them for being overly sensitive until now. The students accepted her apology and dined.
-Age 17. The next day, the Ability Class students awoke to find themselves cutting and eating a rabbit from the ranch with steak knives, and collapsed in shock. Evber Kire claimed this was a Harvest Festival tradition.
She had transformed rabbits from the ranch into food and served them, but as time passed and her ability wore off, the rabbits had returned to their true form.
He could not fathom the horror those students must have experienced.
“Of course, that too is ancient history now,”
Alaster withdrew a black document envelope from his Subspace—a first-class confidential file—and extended it toward Simon.
“That rule, the one that has never changed until now… has transformed as well.”
Simon’s breath caught.
Simon and Kassan hurriedly extracted the classified documents from the black envelope and began reading.
—Complainant: Aili Bontmon. Female, 22 years old.
—Believed to have lost both parents and lived as a single woman until now.
—However, suddenly exhibited seizure-like symptoms. Claimed while crying that her hometown and family had disappeared. Showed extreme anxiety. Three attempted suicides.
—She claims to have lived in Bolendi Village.
—Even longtime residents of the area have no knowledge of Bolendi Village. Suspicious, local administrators moved to the location she mentioned. A ruins of a village unknown to anyone was discovered.
—Human bodies were found embedded in the roofs and walls of the village as if they were construction materials.
Simon looked up, his expression as though he’d just read some macabre horror tale. Kassan frowned and turned to Alaster.
“You’re saying Evber Kire destroyed this village and erased its very existence?”
“That’s right. It’s already been over two years.”
Alaster stroked his beard with a hardened face.
“The traces of the Ability used, the manner and habits—headquarters judges it highly likely to be Evber Kire’s doing. If this truly is her work, there are two possibilities. First, by making a wish, she could have extended the duration of her manipulated reality beyond two years.”
Simon picked up the thread.
“You mean she removed the time limit and made the manipulated reality become true reality?”
“Exactly.”
Alaster stared at the Saint of Harvest, her skull split open.
“Fortunately, Evber Kire seems not to have had the resources to turn the Saint’s death into ‘reality.’ Specialists analyzed the depletion of Ability remaining in the Saint of Harvest and predicted she would return to normal in four days.”
“……Four days from now.”
That would be after the Dark Festival ended.
And if Evber Kire made a wish during this Dark Festival to manipulate reality and then transform that manipulated result into true reality—
‘Catastrophe wouldn’t even begin to cover it.’
Simon clenched his fist.
He needed more information about her.
“Alaster!”
Just then, a man in a suit rushed in.
“The interrogation of the captured Priest has yielded results!”
“Good work.”
A new top-secret document was delivered. Alaster suggested showing it to Kassan and Simon as well, since they’d distinguished themselves on this assignment.
When the seal on the black document was opened, there was only a blank sheet with a magic circle drawn on it. When Alaster touched the circle, a Mana Screen unfolded.
—It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it!
A woman in handcuffs thrashed about on the screen, screaming.
—Why am I in Rocksum? Who am I? I’m……!
On the screen, she convulsed and shrieked. Alaster, reading the documents behind the recording, spoke.
“Her name is Endiel. She was an excellent Priest who distinguished herself on the front-line borders. She was marked as killed in action after failing to return to her unit following a certain battle.”
He lowered the document.
“She wasn’t dead—she was alive. She doesn’t know what she did, and she’s denying all her actions.”
Simon bit the tip of his finger.
“She’s being controlled by Evber Kire. Then the real Evber Kire is still somewhere on this island right now?”
“We can’t afford to sit idle. We continue investigating, Simon.”
“Yes!”
Simon and Kassan left the cave immediately. Alaster called after them.
“I seem to be imposing on you both. I’ll share any new information about Evber Kire as it comes in.”
“We’re counting on you!”

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But.
The joint investigation with Kassan lasted less than ten minutes.
—Found the president here!
—Grab him!
While patrolling the Plaza, students from the Summoning Department suddenly rushed in and seized Simon.
—President! What in the world have you been doing? The match starts in fifteen minutes!
—Wait, hold on, guys!
—Move!
And thus.
Whoooooooosh!
When he came to his senses, Simon was standing in the middle of the Arena in a Barrier Suit.
The stands packed with spectators roared with cheers as they had today.
“…….”
Simon, momentarily dazed, pressed his palm to his forehead.
‘This is not the time for this.’
“Simon Polentia.”
A sharp sting shot across the back of his head.
He turned to find Hector in a Barrier Suit, glaring at him with fierce eyes.
“Focus on the match.”
Hector’s nose was pinched as though he might explode at any moment.
Since it was true that Simon’s mind had wandered, he accepted the rebuke without protest and drew his concentration tight.
‘I promised one match a day, so there’s no help for it.’
His only thought was to get through the Dark Festival quickly and search for Evber Kire again.
-Yes! Next up is the Summoning Department—surely the most anticipated bracket!
The announcer’s voice boomed across the grounds, firing up the crowd.
-Simon Polentia, our Student Council President, has claimed first place in every match he’s entered so far! Ranked third overall and representing his department is Hector Moor! This is a five-person team event, yet these two have come alone! What kind of performance will we see in this obstacle course?
Flutter!
The referee lowered the flag and blew the whistle.
Shrill!
-The match has begun!
Whoosh!
The moment the match started, Simon bolted forward.
‘I need to finish this fast!’
Whistle-whistle-whistle-whoosh!
Whistle-whistle-whoosh!
Poisoned arrows flew at him from all directions. But dodging arrows like these was familiar—he’d done it countless times in Combat Magic class.
‘Following Kassan’s movements.’
Simon sidestepped with only the slightest, most economical motions, letting each arrow pass.
Whoosh!
Swish!
He neither defended nor attacked. With remarkable focus, he locked the trajectories of each incoming arrow into his mind, leaving his body to respond. It was as if the arrows themselves chose to miss him, parting around him like water.
Roar!
-There’s the Student Council President! Such solid fundamentals—nothing gets through!
Simon’s gaze fixed on the buzzer far ahead.
Press the buzzer after navigating the obstacles, and the match ends.
The fastest record so far was held by the Combat Magic Department: sixteen minutes, fourteen seconds.
‘Sixteen minutes is too long!’
Simon threw himself into the torrential hail of arrows.
‘Ten minutes! No—five minutes!’
The image of the Saint of Harvest, her face cracked and ruined, surfaced in his mind.
‘Faster!’
Thud! Crack!
Arrows struck his thigh and forearm.
‘Faster still!’
The burning Kizen Campus during the Saint Incident of his first year flashed before him.
‘Faster—’
“What are you doing?!”
Grab!
In an instant, Hector seized him by the scruff and yanked him backward. Flames erupted from beneath the ground, torching the spot where Simon had been standing.
“Hector!”
“You fool! How many times did Glasses explain that flames come after arrows?!”
Hector wove his hands in intricate patterns, then swept them apart. Hundreds of black scales materialized around both boys, spinning protectively and deflecting arrows with sharp cracks.
“Check your Barrier Gauge!”
“!”
It had already fallen below half capacity.
He’d nearly been eliminated before even reaching the buzzer. Only now did Simon snap back to himself.
‘I thought my focus was sharp today.’
The truth was his focus had been aimed at the wrong target. He’d been concentrating not on the match, but on information about Evber Kire.
“Move!”
The moment the flame trap ended, Hector sprinted forward. Simon followed close behind.
Whrrrrrrrrack!
Hundreds of scales converged, fluttering like a black curtain to blanket the air above them. Arrows and spears clattered against it, ricocheting away.
-Roooar!
-Grrrrrowl!
Now monsters poured forth—four-legged canine beasts with sharp claws and aggressive dispositions: Hunter Knoll.
Hector’s cheeks puffed out as he met the onslaught.

Whoooosh!
In an instant, he swept flames across the ground, raising a wall of fire.

From the opposite side, he unleashed a roar laden with Pier, freezing the Knolls’ movements in terror.
“Haah!”
He stretched his arm toward the starting zone. The waiting Dullahan’s body rose and lifted into the air.
“Work!”
The scales that had been blocking arrows nearby engulfed the Dullahan, transforming it into the scaled Dullahan he’d seen during the last practical assessment.
Wielding a massive greatsword, it carved through the air in wide arcs, continuously hewing down monsters.
‘Incredible!’
Simon also shattered a Hunter Knoll’s jaw with a kick and glanced back.
‘How many simultaneous operations is he running at once…!’
“I’m sick of this!”
Hector roared as he controlled multiple summons at once.
“Your unilateral announcement that you couldn’t compete! That drove me up the wall!”
Hector’s fist erupted in a shockwave, hurling monsters away in succession.
“And most of all, the way you can’t even focus on the one match you bothered to show up for! That infuriates me!”
As he pivoted, the divine dragon wings affixed to his back spun like blades, cleaving monsters in two.
“I’m fighting right here, right now, Simon Polentia! Where the hell are you?”
At those words.
Simon felt his mind snap awake like someone jolted by an electrical current.
“You think this tournament isn’t worth your time? You think you belong somewhere else? That’s nothing but arrogance!”
Whoosh!
Hector’s face, twisted with fury, bore down toward Simon.
“Tell me! What’s got you so spaced out?”
His eyes flashed with savage intensity.
Simon gazed at Hector with wavering pupils, then broke into a faint smile.
Crack!
Hector spun around sharply. A Knoll that had been lunging for his throat hung limp, skewered on a violet spear.
“Focus, huh?”
Simon grinned, holding a Chaos Sphere. Hector batted away monsters with his wings, and the two boys stood back-to-back, eyes forward as creatures surged around them.

Simon pulled five spears from his waist all at once, threading them between his fingers as he hurled them skyward.
Violet lightning moved of its own accord, crackling and booming as it obliterated monsters.

Embracing all scales and wings, Hector transformed into a black dragon, crushing monsters beneath him.
Crack! Splinter! Crunch! Snap!
Both boys sprinted madly toward the buzzer. Incoming arrows, flames, curses, monsters—everything shattered against their charge.
Roaaaaaaaaaaaaar!
The crowd’s roar turned into a furnace of heat.
[Now that’s a face worth watching!]
Hector kicked a Knoll aside with a bellow.
“I have one request, Hector!”
Simon called out, spinning Chaos Spheres in both hands.
“If our school ever faces danger—if our department and classmates are threatened—”
Monsters swarming Simon’s flank were knocked clear by violet lightning falling from above.
“Will you stand with us?”
[That’s not even a question!]
Hector launched himself skyward and unleashed his breath. The area became an inferno.
[I’d do it anyway without you asking! I’m the 2nd Year Department Representative!]
A smile bloomed across Simon’s face. He planted his feet and shot forward with explosive force.
His target was the buzzer.
[Keep going!]
Hector conjured successive Jet Black Flame Arts in the air, neutralizing projectiles aimed at Simon’s charging path.
Then Hector extended his entire body forward, and the scales, wings, and claws enveloping him shot forward like arrows, coiling protectively around Simon as he sprinted.

Simon abandoned all defense and pushed his speed higher.
The wings at his back beat harder, driving his velocity to new heights. Countless projectiles rained down, only to bounce off the scales around him.
Yes!
The excited crowd leapt to their feet. Under the relentless onslaught, the black scales peeled away bit by bit, revealing Simon’s body beneath, yet he did not slow.
‘Fitzgerald said it—just before the buzzer, for certain!’
Boom!
A mid-tier monster materialized before the finish line: the Gatekeeper, Shapros.
A commander-class beast leading the Knolls. The most formidable obstacle, designed to drag out the course for at least five minutes or more.
Shapros lunged, and Simon—having crossed the vast distance in a heartbeat—unleashed the Shadow Aura he’d been holding in reserve.

From Simon’s shadow rose a masked specter like a cresting wave, swinging a violet scythe with fluid grace.
Crack!
The gatekeeper was cleaved effortlessly in two. Seizing the moment, Simon sprinted forward, slammed the buzzer, and rolled roughly across the ground in one fluid motion.
-Match over! Match over! Match over!
The announcer spat out the words, voice cracking with fervor.
-First place goes to none other than—!
[1st Place: Summoning Department: 8 minutes 56 seconds.]
-Simon and Hector of the Summoning Department have shown us nothing short of miraculous synchronization!
A wave of thunderous cheers erupted from every corner of the arena.
“That’s it!”
Students from the Summoning Department embraced one another, roaring with jubilation. Simon’s name echoed across the venue in triumphant chants.
‘Phew.’
Simon, who had been sweating profusely, finally tilted his head back.
The tangled knot in his mind unraveled, leaving only clarity behind.

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