Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 634

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School: Chapter 634
Rette opened her mouth without hesitation, as though there was nothing to hide.
“He’s a professor at Efnel. Gahweon Andoria.”
Rette explained that Gahweon taught Sacred Mechanics at Efnel. She knew him by reputation to be a decent sort, though she hadn’t attended his lectures herself and didn’t know much detail.
Upon hearing her story, Serne nodded with a calm, measured air.
“Thanks for the information.”
“In any case, as a Necromancer you’ll probably never meet him in your lifetime.”
Rette said this flatly, folding her arms.
“He’s too old to see active duty in the field anyway.”
He was a Priest who had retired long ago and never distinguished himself in battle, so among Necromancers he was hardly a known figure.
“Heh, so you were thinking of me? Thank you.”
“You could have just asked from the start. The way you Necromancers jump straight to Mental Control without asking first—I don’t understand that logic at all.”
The atmosphere had eased somewhat, but the two girls still had an edge to them.
“Well then, since we’ve met like this, it must be fate.”
Simon, who had been watching from the side, stiffened. Before he knew it, Serne had approached and clung to his arm with a soft smack.
“Why don’t we grab lunch together? Simon.”
A fragrant perfume mingled with her natural scent and wafted toward him, turning Simon’s face red in an instant. Serne smiled brightly, then glanced at Rette.
…
Rette stared at the pair with her characteristic blank expression. Serne’s lips curved upward.
“What’s wrong?”
“What can I say.”
“Like you said, I’ll probably never meet this Gahweon fellow.”
Serne’s eyes crinkled like a fox’s.
“But I suspect you’re in a similar position.”
…
Rette’s brow furrowed slightly, her usual blankness rippling.
After a moment of silence, Rette let out a sigh that said “how tiresome.”
“If you’re not going to help, step away. I have work to do.”
“Yes, yes.”
Serne withdrew from Simon’s arm and flashed him a knowing smile.
“Then have a pleasant time at the Dark Alliance. Simon, see you in the match later.”
“See you then.”
Serne departed slowly, her copper-red hair streaming behind her. The Barrier around them dissolved naturally, the murmur of the crowd grew louder, and a cool breeze swept in.
Simon exhaled inwardly in relief and looked at Rette.
“Shall we go?”
Rette nodded quietly and walked forward.

* * *
After patrol, the two of them made their way to the Woodvil Arena—it was now time for Simon’s match.
Of the Dark Cult’s fifteen arenas, Woodvil boasted the largest scale and could accommodate up to twenty members per department.
Fierce competition was expected, so the Summoning Department fielded its strongest students: Student Council President Simon at the helm, along with Group 10 members Lorain, Eshu, and Toto, and also Serne and Fitzgerald.
Added to these were Guinevere and Chendra, both considered top-tier squad leaders in the Summoning Department, and Vicente, the recently befriended leader of Group 4.
Aside from Hector and Aseraz—top-ten caliber students who had to lead other events to victory—and White, they had essentially mobilized every capable combatant they could spare.
-This match is an Urban Warfare Competition!
The set design was elaborate. Simple buildings stood throughout the arena, creating the genuine sensation of being in the heart of a city. The announcer noted that this set had been modeled after Langoustin.
-The rules are simple! Collect the treasures hidden throughout the city and transport them to your allied formation to earn points! Moreover, defeating an opposing department student nets you five points! Students who rack up high kill counts can pass their own bodies through to the allied formation and accumulate those points! If you’re eliminated before that happens, the opponent who defeats you claims the points you were holding. Ah, and as I speak, the referee has just declared the match begun!
The instant the match started, students from seven departments—twenty each, a total of one hundred and forty—leapt into the air and unleashed brilliant Dark Magic.
Smoke billowed up from every corner of the city, flames shot skyward.
Roaaaaaar!
The crowd’s heat was intense. Arms raised high, they roared themselves hoarse with cheers.
“Go, Summoning Department!”
“Go, Student Council President!”
3rd Year and 1st Year students shouted with equal passion. Everyone had become one, absorbed and delighting in the spectacle.
And then there was one outsider.
‘…They’re having quite the time of it.’
Rette drifted casually through the spectator stands, checking for any sign of a Sacred user.
‘Hmm.’
Rette turned her gaze back to the match for a moment.
With one hundred and forty bodies clashing across the city set, it was difficult to track any one person’s performance. Yet among them, one figure shone with singular brilliance.
-Simon Polentia, our Student Council President! He’s already taken down six opponents! Remarkable!
Crash!
Through the billowing smoke of the explosion, Simon emerged, clad in Heavy Armor—the defensive variant of Bone Armor specialized for protection.
Wrapped in what resembled a fortress, he absorbed even moderately powerful Dark Magic with his body alone, trampling and charging through the summoned creatures his opponents had deployed.
“The Student Council President is loaded with Points!”
“He’s carrying so many treasures! Get him!”
The Summoning Department students were funneling treasures toward Simon, and he was now retreating toward his allied formation, dragging both the treasures and his own Points with him.
The Mana Screen on the scoreboard displayed the students’ Points.
[1st Place, Simon: 40 Points]
Simon had become a target, yet the Summoning Department seemed to have decided he could handle it, continuing to shower him with treasures.
Once those Points entered the Summoning Department formation, blocking their first place would become considerably more difficult. More and more students began chasing Simon.
But then.
Boom!
Crash!
Rather than evading, Simon in his Heavy Armor was actually swelling himself larger and larger.
Broken sections were repaired by attaching other bones, and he was even grabbing bricks and wooden planks from the urban set with skeletons, slapping them onto his body indiscriminately.
“…What in the world is that?”
“It just keeps growing?”
Simon was becoming a giant.
Now the undead bones no longer formed his body itself—they merely served as connective tissue between the building remains. His form was gradually transforming into something grotesque, like an artificial golem.
He had far surpassed Heavy Armor itself.

Boom!
The giant’s arm, constructed of building materials, swung through the air, and two students collided with it, flying backward. One hit reduced their Barrier Gauge to zero, and Simon’s Points climbed higher.
“Protect Simon!”
The Summoning Department students climbed onto the giant he’d created, deflecting Curses and blocking Dark Magic.
But the situation did not unfold smoothly.
“This won’t be easy.”
A boy leaped forth from the Combat Magic Department formation.
He wielded a sword nearly as tall as himself and wore a blindfold over his eyes—the Combat Magic Department Representative and 10th overall, Magic Sword user Juel Vincere.
His appearance threw the Summoning Department into chaos.
“It’s, it’s Juel!”
“Stop him no matter what!”
Several Summoning Department students rushed forward, but Juel casually cut past them with his Magic Sword, stepping off the roof and soaring into the air.

Slash!
The Magic Sword traced an ink-black arc, and part of the giant’s arm and shoulder—the parts Simon had been moving—were severed in a single blow.
Juel clicked his tongue, unsatisfied.
‘I missed.’
He hadn’t been aiming for the arm—his target was Simon himself, nestled within the chest.
As he prepared to swing the Magic Sword again, he was forced to retreat by students behind him firing Curses at his Points.
“Tch! This isn’t the time to fight each other!”
“Shut up and hand over your Points!”
Since the other six departments weren’t on good terms either, battlefields were forming in scattered locations around Simon.
And then, another giant appeared, blocking Simon’s path.
The Summoning Department students’ faces went pale.
“We’re done for.”
Shatel Maer—the Dark Runic Studies Department Representative and 2nd overall, a half-giant.
He clapped his palms together, activating Dark Magic.

Suddenly, the entire city tilted in a U-shape, and the ground where Simon’s giant stood sank deep. Then.
Crash!
Mountains erupted from both sides, severing Simon’s Bone Armor at the torso and lower body. Everyone’s jaw dropped.
“Shatel caught Simon!”
But.
Simon’s Point count on the arena scoreboard remained unchanged.
Bang!
Simon had already escaped from within the collapsing giant’s remains. At the same moment, something gleamed—a teal-colored Crown being pressed firmly onto his head.

Teal light flashed from all directions.
Cloaks billowing, the Guard Squad members bounded across construction materials and walls, treasures clasped in their hands.
Waaahhh!
The roar of the crowd reached a fever pitch. Now, at the edge of the city, a massive circular barrier appeared before them like a great mirror. The Guard members hurled the treasures from their hands into it.
Zing!
Zing!
Each time a treasure passed through the circular barrier, the Summoning Department’s score climbed steadily higher.
But then.
Shatel failed to stop Simon in time.
“……Move aside.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, giant.”
Serne was standing in Shatel’s path, refusing to budge.
Juel, the wielder of the Magic Sword, was also blocked—by a single figure who’d appeared without warning.
“You live up to your reputation.”
Juel gripped his Magic Sword and spoke. The city lay fractured and split beneath them, yet there she stood without hesitation.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you pass.”
The girl holding a short sword was Lorain.
With the department representatives held back, Simon was free to charge ahead unimpeded.
Curses and Dark Magic flew at him relentlessly, but his Guard members flashed about like lightning, deflecting and shattering every incoming attack.
Finally, Simon himself entered the barrier under the Guard’s protection.
Waaahhhhh!
Simon’s kill count was converted into points.
The Summoning Department students all clenched their fists and roared in unison.
It was the decisive blow.

* * *
The match was over.
The Curse Department and Dark Runic Studies Department pursued fiercely until the end, but ultimately the Summoning Department secured first place on the strength of the points Simon had earned.
-Simon! Simon! Simon!
Simon’s name echoed throughout the arena—he’d been the match’s brightest star. Rette wiped her palms against the hem of her robes.
‘R-really, that was kind of fun.’
She felt embarrassed finding interest in a necromancer competition, yet there had been plenty to watch.
Kizen was this strong? She couldn’t afford to underestimate their power. This was no time to boast about the Sacred Federation’s elemental advantage. The natural matchup favorable to Holiness meant nothing if she grew complacent.
If the Priest didn’t develop further, it wouldn’t be long before the necromancers caught up.
‘And.’
Rette’s gaze turned. Simon was walking past near her section, waving acknowledgment to the crowd. He was close to where she sat.
‘Hmm.’
Rette felt awkward. She glanced around quickly and, seeing no one nearby, raised her hand in an awkward motion.
“Simon! Over here——!”
Uwaaaaaahhhhh!
Her voice was drowned in the deafening roar. First-year students were surging toward the arena floor, screaming in excitement.
“Student Council President! Over here!”
Rette watched the scene unfold with a somewhat vacant expression.
So he’s the Student Council President.
Quite popular with the juniors.
Just then, Simon moved closer in her direction. The moment she opened her mouth again——
“Huuurahhh!”
“Well done!”
The Summoning Department students flooded down onto the arena floor. Even the third-year students from the stands descended, linking arms and clapping hands together.
“Another victory today!”
“A triumph of strategy!”
Simon was engulfed by the students, receiving their praise. He seemed to be enjoying it, his face bright with laughter as he embraced friends and exchanged high-fives.
The female students watching all had flushed cheeks, and Serne had already latched herself to Simon’s arm. Lorain was seen handing him a towel.
“…….”
Simon! Simon! Simon!
His name hummed through the air.
Rette suddenly found it all strange.
The people, the culture, the language—even Simon himself, being lifted up for a victory toss by the students.
Everyone around her laughed and cried and rejoiced, while she alone felt disconnected from this world, as if she’d fallen through a gap in reality.
“…….”
Rette slowly rose from her seat and slipped out of the arena.

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