Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 66

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy, Episode 66
Dick’s match wasn’t flashy, but it had a captivating quality that drew the eye.
Simon and Kamibarez were applauding from the Spectator Stands, but Merin sat with her chin propped on her hand, her expression unenthusiastic.
“…Ugh, our own teammate won, so why do I feel so embarrassed?”
“Ha ha ha!”
-Class A student Merin Villene, Class C student Ivan Barsani, please report to the Waiting Room.
Merin rose to her feet at the announcement.
“Yeah, I’ll come back with an easy win.”
“Go get ’em, Merin!”
“Do well out there.”
As Merin headed toward the Waiting Room, she passed Dick coming up into the Spectator Stands.
Dick, looking pleased, spread his palm for a high-five with a cheerful “Yeah!”, but Merin walked past him with a cold snort.
“Tch! That one doesn’t have a shred of friendliness in her.”
Dick muttered as he approached Simon and Kamibarez, and the three exchanged a high-five.
The three were chatting amicably about the Duel Evaluation when Merin appeared stepping into the center of the Arena.
Merin’s opponent was Ivan Barsani from Class C, an aspiring Martial Arts Combat student with a solidly built frame.
“This match should be entertaining too.”
Dick said, stuffing his hands into both pockets.
“Whether Ivan can land a blow before Merin shuts him down.”
“Go for it, Merin!”
Following the referee’s signal, Merin and Ivan approached each other and shook hands.
“Never thought I’d face someone this big in the first round.”
Ivan said with an easy smile.
“You should remember this moment as glory for your house. Commoner.”
Merin pulled her hand back and crossed her arms with an arrogant tilt of her chin.
“Later, you won’t even be able to meet my eyes straight.”
“Sure, maybe. But I think getting trampled by a commoner now will be good experience for you.”
“How amusing.”
After their light verbal exchange, the two turned and walked to their positions.
A former boxer. Through countless trainings and disciplines, Ivan’s entire body was forged from combat muscle.
And Merin, delicate and slender as though she’d never gotten her hands dirty.
The two students finally stood at distance facing each other. The referee, checking both students’ readiness, lowered his arm and shouted.
“Match start!”
The moment the word left his lips, Ivan pushed off the ground and charged straight at Merin.
‘Leave her no opening! Crush her with relentless pressure…!’
Then his pupils dilated. Black flames suddenly erupted directly in front of his advance.
Whoooosh!
Ivan slammed on the brakes and pivoted away.
It was close. Even through the Protective Suit, the fierce heat made sweat drip from his skin.
“My, how straightforward.”
Merin ignited black flames at her fingertip as she spoke.
“Did you really think this was a stage where you could win through brute-force offense?”
Whoosh!
Merin unleashed a volley of flames, and as Ivan evaded, the match developed into a pattern of him seeking openings while dodging her attacks.
Simon, watching from the Spectator Stands, let out a murmur of admiration.
“Impressive. Has she already perfected Dark Flare?”
“No.”
Dick shook his head.
“That’s Obsidian Elementalism—a tier below Dark Flare. Dark Flare takes more time to cast.”
Obsidian Elementalism.
It was the elemental magic of Pure Mages—now obsolete—recreated in modern form using the Dark Element. Whether fire or ice, its hallmark was a faint black tint to the flames.
Even if a Pure Mage and a Necromancer began chanting at the same time, Obsidian Elementalism completed far faster. Its power was greater, and it gave better control over variables.
It was, in every true sense, the superior version.
“Just as you’d expect from the Ivory Tower.”
In the past, the Ivory Tower had been a sanctuary for mages. It was also called the Mage Tower.
But as times changed, the Ivory Tower transformed as well, and in the modern era, Necromancers had become the dominant force.
Yet its unique old character remained. Most Necromancers from the Ivory Tower specialized in Obsidian Elementalism—magic founded on Obsidian Mechanics.
Merin was no exception.
“Haaah!”
As Merin swept her arm, flames extended like a wall, blocking Ivan’s advance. He stumbled back just in time, breathing hard.
[Merin Blenne: 100%]
[Ivan Barshani: 71%]
‘This is tricky, no doubt about it. I’ve only been dodging and my gauge is already draining like this…….’
Ivan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and doubled his Internal Dark Element Manipulation output. He felt his body growing hotter by the moment.
‘No need to panic. If I keep her attention scattered like this, she won’t be able to cast anything major. Just one opening. If I can catch even one chance……!’
“Didn’t I tell you before? Your thoughts are too simple.”
Merin smiled, unfolding her left hand that she’d been hiding behind her back.
Whoooosh!
“That’s your weakness.”
Black flames of a magnitude nothing like before erupted from her left hand.
Ivan’s mouth fell open.
‘What—when did she prepare a Dark Flare?!’
In truth, Merin had only recently perfected the simultaneous casting of Dark Flare.
With her right hand she fired off rapid bursts of lighter Obsidian Flame attacks, while her left hand had been quietly, methodically building up the Dark Flare over time.
With this breakthrough, Merin—Class A’s first-ranked student—had ascended another step toward absolute perfection.
Now that she possessed Dark Flare, there was no need for such petty harassment tactics anymore.
Merin let her right arm drop and fed more power into the flames in her left hand.
“The match is decided. Do you want to continue?”
“I think it’s a bit early to call it just yet!”
Ivan’s mouth twisted into a snarl. His heart hammered wildly, his blood roiling with urgency.
‘No matter how powerful the dark magic—if you can’t land it, it’s worthless!’
Ivan planted his feet and launched himself forward. His speed was such that afterimages seemed to blur in his wake.
Just as Merin was about to swing her left hand at him head-on, Ivan’s body suddenly twisted in the opposite direction.
She flinched and pulled her hand back. If she’d released the Dark Flare at that moment, all that difficult preparation would have been wasted for nothing.
‘Heh, he’d rather die than let me throw it.’
Among all the Martial Arts Combat aspirants, Ivan was the speed-type, grounded in Internal Dark Element Manipulation. In these peak 1-2 minutes with his tempo maxed out, he was confident no one in Kizen could match his velocity.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ivan circled Merin, toying with her as if she were mere prey.
Merin kept her Dark Flare extended and worked frantically to track him with her eyes and body, but she couldn’t seem to pin down his exact position.
‘Do you understand now, noble? The level of dark magic and real combat victory are completely different matters!’
Ivan suddenly cut his acceleration, slipped in behind Merin, and charged forward like a flash of light.
His Dark Element-reinforced fist drove toward the back of her head. Victory was already tasting sweet on his tongue.
‘……!’
But then.
Merin’s shoulder rotated naturally, her head tilting to the side.
‘She reacted to that?!’
His fist cleaved through empty air, and their eyes locked as they passed.
She smiled openly at him.
“You thought my Martial Arts was weak?”
The seething black flames in her left hand consumed his entire body in an instant.
Roooooaaaaarrr!
The two of them crossed paths and flew apart.
The massive explosion and heat wave sent the nearest spectators throwing their arms up before their faces.
[Merin Blenne: 94%]
[Ivan Barshani: 0%]
The referee raised his arm.
“Match concluded! Victory goes to student Merin Blenne!”
Crack!
Wrapped in black flames, Ivan knelt on the ground with an expression of utter disbelief. Merin brushed back the hair from her temple and smiled brightly.
“Try harder, commoner. When you make it up from the lower squads, that is.”
The flawless execution of the match brought applause and accolades pouring down from all sections of the Spectator Stands.
“Ah—seriously.”
Dik chuckled, shaking his head.
“She’s annoying, sure, but you can’t fault her skill.”
Simon smiled and nodded in agreement.
“Kizen runs on merit.”
Watching Merin from the stands, Simon found himself lost in thought.
If he kept winning match after match, wouldn’t he eventually face Merin? And when that time came, how would he even counter her Dark Flare?
But then he noticed something—the seat to his right had been unusually quiet for a while now. Simon turned his head.
Tap-tap-tap-tap.
Kamibarez sat trembling in her chair, her face drained of color.
“……Kami?”
“It’s my turn now.”
She fidgeted with her hands.
“……Simon won, and Dick won, and Merin won. If I could just…… if I could just do well enough…….”
“You don’t need to put so much pressure on yourself.”
Merin had returned to the Spectator Stands.
Though her face glowed with the thrill of victory, she held back her excitement when she saw Kamibarez shaking with nerves.
After Merin returned to the stands, two more matches passed. With each one, Kamibarez’s pallor deepened.
“Hey, everyone! Look over there!”
Dick stretched out his arm.
“It’s Professor Silaji! He came to watch the matches……!”
Simon quickly covered Dick’s mouth, but it was already too late. Merin shot Dick a look of exasperation.
“You really have no sense of timing, do you?”
It was only natural that Silaji, the Hematurgy professor, would take an interest in Kamibarez—a member of the Ursula Family and a vampire.
Kamibarez’s trembling grew worse at the sight of Silaji, and Dick scratched his head in embarrassment.
-Class A student Kamibarez Ursula and Class C student Egir Atlier are requested to report to the Waiting Room.
“Y-yes, I’ll be right there!”
She bolted upright, and the three of them rallied around her with more enthusiasm and encouragement than ever.
“What kind of fighter is Egir?”
After Kamibarez left, Simon asked. He was beginning to find genuine interest and enjoyment in this Duel Evaluation.
“A textbook fighter.”
Dick summed it up neatly.
“He doesn’t have any standout strengths, so he’ll probably combine solid fundamentals in his approach. It’ll be interesting to see how an extreme offensive Hematurgy user like Kami breaks through his defense.”
“Her Spec is overwhelming though. She’s Ursula, after all.”
Merin folded her arms as she spoke.
“The question is whether she can keep her nerves in check…….”
“Right.”
Moments later, Kamibarez and Egir emerged into the center of the Arena.
Egir was a tall male student with neat, striking features. The two of them shook hands following the referee’s instructions.
“Good luck to you.”
“Th-thank you so much…….”
Her face was tight with anxiety, her voice devoid of any confidence.
Egir, expecting a savage Ursula vampire, was thrown off by the entirely different opponent before him.
‘Is she really Ursula?’
Looking at the drooping girl, he felt a pang of pity—but he knew he couldn’t afford to go easy on her.
The two stepped back to create distance and began charging their Cores for battle.
“Are both students ready?”
“Yes!”
“Y-yes…….”
The referee nodded.
“Then, I will now begin the Duel Evaluation between Class A student Kamibarez Ursula and Class C student Egir Atlier.”
Tension hung thick in the air as the referee raised his arm.
“Begin!”

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