Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 636

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 636
Rette’s Star Fall concluded safely once again.
The result.
Besides the nine existing Holy Reactions remaining in Rocksum, no new ones were detected.
Once more, Ever Kire’s presence could not be confirmed.

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The next morning.
Day five of the Dark Festival. The final morning of this year’s festival had dawned. Students from the Summoning Department bustled about with energy from the crack of dawn.
“We’ve only got one event left!”
“Let’s win big and take first place!”
Everyone shouted encouragement as they headed outside for morning training.
And at a distance, Leonard, the Summoning Department Representative, watched his juniors quietly.
“No regrets?”
Leonard, who had been about to stand, froze.
Will had appeared without warning, his expression hardened.
“You turned down Sota’s proposal. Then you went even further and sabotaged his plan entirely.”
Sota, the new Command Magic Department Representative, had been plotting to ruin the Dark Festival itself and had pressed Leonard to cooperate.
……
Leonard gazed at his juniors and classmates chattering cheerfully in the lobby.
“Simon pulled us back up to second place. Depending on today’s results, we might even take first. Look at their faces. They’re all so happy.”
He let out a small sigh.
“I don’t know when I last saw them smile like that. How could I, as department representative, ruin the festival? This Dark Festival is our stage.”
“Leonard.”
“I believe in my classmates and juniors, in Simon. And.”
Leonard looked at Will.
“I believe in Aezel. We don’t need to go through the trouble of ruining the festival—Aezel will come back.”
Will clicked his tongue and crossed his arms.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead.”
“If that Simon guy had thrown aside all department work and focused only on Student Council business, would your choice have been different?”
Leonard’s smiling face grew subtly cold as he walked out of the dormitory.
“Then of course I’d never forgive him.”

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Day five of the Dark Festival, the final day.
There was one match in the morning, and the closing ceremony would announce the champion department and the MVP in the afternoon.
That evening, a grand departmental party was scheduled.
The current standings were as follows.
Curse Department overall first place.
Summoning Department overall second place.
Dark Runic Studies Department and Poison Studies Department tied for third.
Magical Combat Department overall fifth place.
Command Magic Department overall sixth place.
Blood Studies Department overall seventh place.
This year’s Dark Festival rankings were extremely tight. Excluding the departments that had fallen somewhat behind into the lower positions, the score gap among the Curse, Summoning, Dark Runic Studies, and Poison Studies departments was not that large.
No one could afford to be careless, and there was a possibility of significant rank shifts depending on which department won the single remaining morning match.
Simon also arrived at the arena to compete in the final match.
“Well then, the final match. Do your best out there.”
Rette grinned with her arms crossed.
“I’ll stay here and watch how well my future rivals perform, analyzing your capabilities and all.”
Simon scratched the side of his head.
“I appreciate you watching, but shouldn’t you check the other arenas too?”
“You saw it yourself. I used Star Fall last night, but Ever Kire wasn’t in Rocksum.”
Rette shrugged.
“And if we assume Ever Kire does appear, they’d likely target the closing ceremony this afternoon when the crowds are largest.”
“That makes sense.”
“So go ahead and compete in the morning match without worry.”
“Right, thanks……”
—All competing students, please gather at the arena immediately.
The broadcast announcement echoed across the arena.
“I’m going!”
“Yes, yes. Do well out there.”
Rette watched Simon sprint down toward the arena floor, then settled herself quietly in the empty stands.
-For now, don’t fret about the future—focus on what’s in front of you. And work harder so that future never comes to pass.
Rette puffed out her lower lip, propping her chin on her hand.
“That’s the only way forward, I suppose.”
Finding the wait before Simon’s entrance tedious, she glanced around.
It was a stone structure that evoked an ancient colosseum—more ruin than arena. The spectator walls riddled with window-like openings, some choked with moss, others sprouting ivy and small trees.
‘A classical arena? The old architecture gives it a rather antique charm.’
“Excuse me, pardon the intrusion.”
At the composed voice, Rette turned. A girl with a short brown bob, wearing the Kizen uniform, was staring directly at her.
“This is actually my seat.”
Students without badges on their collars were 1st Years from Kizen, she’d been told. Behind the girl stood what appeared to be her friends.
Rette hesitated and stood up.
“Oh—were these seats assigned?”
“Only certain sections. This one’s reserved seating. You’d need to buy a ticket from the booth.”
No wonder the seat had felt too good to be true.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right. You couldn’t have known.”
Rette stepped aside, and the brown-haired girl came over and sat down, her friends filling the surrounding seats. They all chattered and laughed, gossiping about the match to come.
“Hmm.”
The girl with the brown hair, who’d been checking her face in a pocket mirror, glanced at Rette with a slightly furrowed brow.
“Is there something else you need?”
Rette clung to a half-formed memory.
She’d seen this face somewhere before, perhaps—or rather, the face felt familiar even though she didn’t think she’d encountered it directly.
Crack!
But suddenly, the necklace at her throat—the one sealing the Saint’s power—began to react violently. Tingling pain shot through her as Authority threatened to spill out.
‘What? Why is this happening?’
This had never occurred before, and Rette panicked. She gripped the necklace, forcing the power back down.
‘Why is the Saint’s power reacting to a Necromancer?’
The brown-haired girl rose from her seat, watching Rette struggle.
“Are you all right? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, it’s—it’s nothing.”line>
The concern was kind, but the girl’s nearness only made it worse. Rette quickly put distance between them.

“Sasha!”
Just then, one of the brown-haired girl’s friends called out.
“What’re you doing? The Student Council President just came out!”
“Really?”
At those words, Sasha’s head snapped around, her eyes suddenly gleaming, and she bounded away as if she’d forgotten everything.
Roaaaaaaaar!
Simon, draped in the Student Council President Coat, was passing beneath the waiting area. His entrance alone drew roars from the crowd. Sasha and her friends were no quieter, their voices rising to match.
“Student Council President senior!”
“Over here!”
As Sasha moved away, Rette felt the artifact settle.
She took a seat in the back, well removed from Sasha’s group, watching Simon take the arena. The girls in front of her were waving banners describing his hair color and shrieking with excitement.
“Student Council President senior! You’re amazing!”
“Ugh! This was worth skipping class for!”
“Look over here!”
With the commotion Sasha and her friends were making in front, Simon’s form was obscured. In the back row, Rette’s mouth twitched.
‘Pathetic. He’s far too popular. And that idiot—what’s so great about him anyway.’
Then Simon, marching through the arena, waved in Rette’s direction.
‘Wait—he’s waving at me, right?’
Rette’s eyes widened. She fumbled to wave back, lifting her hand hesitantly, but—
“Kyaaaaaaagh!”
“The Student Council President! Senior waved at me!”
“No, at me!”
“Student Council President senior!”
Sasha and her friends leaped and danced with rapture, blocking Rette’s view in an instant. Her expression twisted.
‘Damn it all.’
Rette swallowed down the urge to kick him in the back of the head and rose from her seat.
Simon’s figure appeared for just a moment. Rette finally waved her hand, and seeing it, she lowered it.
“Oh! You waved at me!”
“You’re wrong—she waved at me!”
Watching Sasha and her friends still bickering, Rette settled back into her seat with a scowl and crossed her legs.
‘Those little brats are insufferably loud.’
If she were in her usual temperament, she’d flip the whole place upside down and teach them a proper lesson—but she’s away from home, so she endures.
Rette closed her eyes and let her anger subside.

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—This is the Balkeje Arena! We’re bringing you live coverage of day five’s final 2nd Year match! Today I, your announcer Conrad, am handling the broadcast solo, as all our professors are preparing for this afternoon’s closing ceremony! Be sure to look forward to this morning’s highlight and the grand closing ceremony this afternoon!
The announcer gripped the Amplification Crystal with an excited face.
—Only one department can become the star of the Dark Festival! Everything rides on this morning’s match! And we have an amazing announcement! Student Council President Simon has entered the competition in our arena! Can the Summoning Department finally overtake the Curse Department and claim first place?
Simon bounded frantically across the platforms inside the arena, looking around in all directions.
‘I’ve got to take first.’
During a brief pause, curses fired by other students rained down from all sides. Simon executed a backward somersault and landed on a different platform.
‘As expected.’
The interference was worse than he’d anticipated. Every student in this arena had Simon in their sights.
The name of this event was Stepping Stones.
The Balkeje Arena doubled as a swimming pool filled with water. From the center of the arena, a massive statue of a man poured water down in torrents.
Students could move across the arena by stepping on floating platforms suspended on the water’s surface.
And in the sky above the arena, shuriken moved remotely. Catching these shuriken and planting them in the pillar corresponding to each department earned points.
Splash! Splash!
Simon dodged attacks and raced across the stepping stones, then leaped into the air. A shuriken flew straight at him.
‘I can’t catch it bare-handed!’
Grabbing it carelessly would shred his hands. Simon gathered Darkness in his fist and struck the incoming shuriken with a powerful blow.

Clang!
The shuriken’s spin and velocity plummeted dramatically, and Simon caught it in his hand.
“The Student Council President got one!”
“Stop him!”
The interference began immediately. Dark Flame Arts and Curses poured down, and a Magical Combat student came charging across the stepping stones directly toward him.
‘Of course they’d come at me like this.’
Simon leaped to a place without stepping stones and simultaneously opened a Subspace.
“Come out! Deimos!”
Simon’s hidden card—his exclusive summon for water battles.
Deimos, crafted from the bones of a young Heavenly Whale, materialized around Simon’s body and cut through the churning water. Projectiles raining down from all sides, he evaded with perfect freedom.
Whoooooosh—!
Simon gripped his flying hair and looked forward.
‘I can see it!’
Seven pillars.
He hurled the shuriken toward one of them.
“Fat chance!”
A Magical Combat student leaped in to catch Simon’s shuriken, and Simon moved his fingertips.
The Bone Armor attached to the shuriken activated and changed its trajectory. But the extended arm of the student brushed the shuriken’s edge by the narrowest margin, and Simon’s shuriken grazed the pole and passed by.
‘Damn, so close—!’
Aaaaaaaagh!
‘!’
For a moment, Simon felt an eerie sensation run through his body.
‘A scream?’
He quickly turned his head around, but saw only students engaged in combat.
All he heard was the sound of water and shuriken flying through the air, along with the roar of the crowd.
Crackle.
‘Something.’
Simon scanned the arena with somewhat vacant eyes.
Crackle-crackle.
‘Have I been here before…?’
A headache pressed down on him. His mind throbbed as though refusing to think further, trying to suppress the thought. But Simon pressed his forehead and persisted stubbornly.
‘An aquatic arena.’
A grand, antique arena with water pouring from a massive statue. No matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn’t shake the uncanny sensation that he’d been here before.
Crackle!
Crackle!
—No, this is way too much of a mess, isn’t it? The arena’s condition is absolutely terrible! Especially underwater—there’s so much that needs work down there.
Crackle!
Through the static, a woman’s voice resonated in Simon’s mind.
Whose voice is that?
—Human bones. They weren’t starved to death or drowned. They were murdered.
This time it was Simon’s own voice.
Simon focused harder on the voices coming through.
—We will return the arena to its original location. We have no intention of holding the Dark Festival in an arena that nearly compromised our students’ safety once already.
Another woman’s voice.
The entire arena wavered in and out of focus, then solidified again.
—Investigate every official within Kizen who verified and contracted the Balkeje Arena. There’s no way they didn’t know about those rumors. They must have connections involved.
‘What is this? A memory? Did I ever have such a memory?’
The thought came to him that these voices had not surfaced without reason.
Balkeje Arena.
That was the name of this arena.
But the contract had been cancelled?
……
Simon slowly began to count off on his fingers.
‘Certainly.’
There were fifteen arenas in total within the Dark Festival.
Simon went through the names of each arena as he counted on his fingers. Having endured the Student Council President’s duties, he had memorized all fifteen arena names perfectly.
Woodville Arena, Boilstone Arena, Ringcastle Arena, Serute Arena……
Yet no matter how thoroughly he went through all fifteen arenas.
‘There’s no place called Balkeje Arena.’
The sixteenth arena.
Simon was in a place that should not exist.
The moment he became conscious of that fact.
Crack!
Crack-crack!
The landscape around him began to fracture.
And through the fissures, something began to reveal itself.

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