Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 662

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Episode 662
The war council of the Northern Region had begun.
“We need to pull the flanking forces back to the rear.”
“But wouldn’t that put Dondra in danger? If Dondra breaks, our supply lines are at risk too.”
Gone was any trace of grumbling—the generals approached the meeting with unified gravity.
They spread a large map across the round table and moved chess-like pieces back and forth with heated debate.
Simon found the atmosphere difficult to break into.
He lacked expertise in military operations, supplies, winter provisions, and the Northern Region’s geography, and the jargon was so thick it was hard to follow. He sat beside the Grand Duke, doing little more than nodding.
“We must strike the eldest!”
“We need to destroy the second one first.”
Though he couldn’t parse every detail beneath the layers of military terminology, Simon understood the gist well enough.
Among the Northern God’s undead existed beings known as the Three Siblings.
All of them were formidable named undead who had reigned as the living terror of the Northern Region for ages. Each had received dominion over the undead from the Northern God as a Hive entity, and unless all three were eliminated, advancing to the Northern God’s location would be impossible.
And the Grand Duke had devoted an enormous amount of effort over a very long time to capturing these Three Siblings.
“As you all know, the Northern God is a clever creature. For ages, I have measured the range of my arrows.”
She held her quill pen and drew a large circle centered on Bilkenos, the capital of the Northern Region.
“I would send named undead to the outer territories and have them killed by my arrows, all the while calculating my range. Whenever I judged myself to have grown older or stronger, I would send another named undead to the same position. The reason the creature obsesses so over my techniques is—”
Tap.
She set down the quill pen and turned up the corner of her mouth.
“It is surely to prevent the eldest of the Three Siblings from being struck by my arrows. But I have been drawing my own picture all along.”
This time she lifted a quill pen stained with red ink and drew a circle even larger than the black one she had drawn before.
“This is the true range my arrows can reach.”
Information the Northern God did not possess.
The Grand Duke had invested considerable time and effort in growth that exceeded the Northern God’s expectations. The Northern God underestimated her capabilities.
This could become a decisive move, depending on how it was used.
Click.
She picked up the chess pieces that had been scattered beyond the map’s edge and arranged them carefully upon it.
“As originally planned, we will draw out the Three Siblings and eliminate them first, General.”
“Yes, Grand Duke!”
Ganiro, the second-in-command of the Northern Region, bowed his head.
“The army you lead, General, shall advance northwest. You may take as many of the Northern Region’s elite warriors and cavalry as you wish.”
“Yes!”
She placed a white bishop on the map and then lifted a white king.
“My 2nd Legion will advance due north.”
Tap.
She set down the king and pushed both the king and bishop northward at once.
“The Northern God’s response will be predictable.”
Now she moved a black piece.
“It will send the eldest toward the General, and against me it will deploy the second, who is immune to arrows.”
The generals nodded in agreement. Simon rose from his seat and studied the map.
“Of course, the Northern God will ensure the eldest fights only outside the reach of my bow. It will permit pursuit only that far.”
The red-bearded general turned his head.
“By this logic, we would follow the usual pattern. Do you have a specific plan?”
“I do. Our target is the eldest.”
She declared it.
“Once I pin down the second with my 2nd Legion.”
She grasped the white king piece and slowly pushed it to the right.
“I will dash toward where the eldest resides. The clever Northern God will sense my Shadow Aura vanish and try to have the eldest retreat at an opportune moment. But I—”
She stopped the king piece.
“Can fire my arrows from a distance far beyond what the Northern God imagines. You must ensure that, in perfect timing, your riders plant a flag upon the eldest’s forehead. When you do—”
She turned up the corner of her mouth.
“I will kill the eldest.”
The generals murmured and rested their chins in their hands. Then Ganiro, the commander of the army, narrowed his eyes sharply.
“However, Grand Duke, this plan has a significant flaw.”
“Speak.”
“It is well enough to pour all the Northern Region’s forces into confronting the eldest and second.”
Tap!
He brought over a black rook that had been outside the territory and placed it on the map.
“But what of the third sibling?”
……
“If the generals and cavalry withdraw, and even the 2nd Legion pulls back, there will be no army left to defend the territory. The third, who guards the northeast, will immediately push down with his undead forces.”
A low hiss filled the chamber.
The black rook advanced deep into the territory on the map.
“At full speed, he could be here within two days.”
Tap.
The black rook then toppled the flag of the fortress at the center of the Northern Region.
“Even Bilkenos would be in peril.”
A heavy silence settled over the room.
The generals exchanged dark looks, their jaws clenched.
“Of course the third won’t sit idle.”
“His undead forces are likely as formidable as the first and second.”
The Grand Duke’s teeth flashed as she smiled.
“As for the third—don’t worry! I have one final card to play.”
“Surely you don’t mean…”
Every eye turned to Simon. He could only offer an awkward grin.
“Listen well. The one who entrusted this boy to me is Neftis from Kizen.”
The Grand Duke reached over and ruffled Simon’s hair with both hands.
“Of course, it wasn’t a simple transfer. The Northern Region received compensation.”
“Compensation, you say…?”
Her smile widened, almost wolfish.
“Twenty thousand undead. Neftis promised us a massive undead contingent.”
A roar erupted through the chamber.
The generals sprang to their feet, cheering wildly.
‘What in the world is she talking about?’
Simon stared at the Grand Duke in shock. She flashed him a quick wink—*Leave it to me*—and moved on.
“Of course, the boy is merely a bonus. It seems Kizen and the Dark Alliance have concluded they can no longer leave the Northern God of the North alone. A major force will arrive shortly—intelligence that even the Northern God himself doesn’t possess.”
General Ganiro tilted his head thoughtfully.
“But converting so many undead into a unified legion would require considerable time…”
“They’re organized as a hive-system undead force, naturally. With just a few hive cores Legionized, the rest of the lesser undead will automatically obey my commands. Even if you sense a different Dark Element emanating from those undead, don’t be too startled.”
The generals began to applaud.
“Brilliant!”
“The Dark Alliance is far superior to our homeland Kalos! They would never abandon the North!”
The Grand Duke reached into her pocket and withdrew a new chess piece.
“Within four days at most, Neftis’s reinforcements will arrive.”
She set it down with a decisive *clack*—a red chess piece, neither white nor black—directly before the black rook.
“With this hidden force, we’ll lure the ‘third’ deep into his own territory and crush him. If fortune favors us, we can eliminate not just the first, but the second and third as well. No—we *must*.”
“Hear, hear!”
“I declare it now.”
She swept her arms wide.
“We shall end centuries of enmity. Within two weeks, we will eliminate the Three Siblings and march into the Abyss where the Northern God dwells, casting him out once and for all.”
The generals’ eyes widened in shock. She gathered all the pieces and sent them toward the black circle at the far northern edge of the Frost Field on the map.
One general spoke up.
“I support eliminating the Three Siblings, but isn’t marching into the Abyss to destroy the Northern God too hasty? Shouldn’t we consolidate our favorable position first and take more time to…”
“No.”
The Grand Duke’s voice turned glacial.
“Mark my words. There will be no opportunity like this except immediately after we defeat the Three Siblings. We may have to wait another century.”
The Ancient Undead Northern God was limited by the capacity of his telepathy—he could not spawn many undead entities stronger than the Three Siblings.
But once the Three Siblings were eliminated, he could produce adequate replacements within months.
“Furthermore, the Northern God has distributed command authority over his forces among the Three Siblings. If they fall, all undead outside his direct control will descend into chaos. That is the moment we must seize.”
The Grand Duke rose from her seat.
“Hear me again. The North will eliminate the Northern God within two weeks and bring this long war to an end.”
Clang!
Crash!
By the Grand Duke’s command, the order to march was decreed.
Every general raised their weapon.
“For the liberation of the North!”

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Even as an outsider, Simon felt his blood quicken in that war council.
A sudden weight of responsibility toward the Northern Region settled upon his shoulders.
The generals headed outside to prepare for war, and Simon and the Grand Duke returned to her office.
Clang! Clang!
The moment she entered her quarters, she hurled her armor aside and changed into clothes so comfortably casual they bordered on indecent. Then she sprawled lazily across the sofa.
“Grand… Grand Duke.”
“What is it?”
Simon gestured toward her.
“Among those three siblings, surely the ‘third one’ isn’t…?”
“Indeed. I glossed over it with words, but the third one will naturally be left to you.”
She stretched an arm across the chair, her laughter bubbling softly.
“He’s the weakest of the three brothers. Yet you’re fearful, even commanding five Ancient Undead? Legion Commander of the 7th Legion.”
“I’m not afraid. It’s just…”
Simon scratched his head.
“It’s somewhat unexpected that you trust me this much.”
Throughout the Legion Commander classes, she’d done nothing but strike him while calling him a fool, and yet the Grand Duke trusted him enough to entrust the fate of her own city, Bilkenos, to his hands.
Above all, there was the matter of two weeks.
That was the span of time Simon would remain in the Northern Region.
“Still dull-witted, I see. It’s not you I trust.”
“Pardon?”
She tapped her forehead lightly.
“I trust myself, your teacher. Before the final battle, I’ll have shaped you into someone worth deploying.”
Simon burst into laughter.
“Then I’m in your capable hands.”
“Very well, then…”
Her eyes sharpened mid-sentence. Out of habit, she picked up her bow and moved toward the window.
Simon was well accustomed to this sight by now. She condensed the Dark Element and generated an arrow as she called out.
“Godric, window twelve…”
Whoosh!
Before Godric could even arrive, Simon grabbed the office window with Cloud and yanked it open, grinning.
“Window twelve is right here, isn’t it?”
She lifted the corners of her lips as she drew her bow. In the next breath, she fired the arrow and turned back to Simon with playful mischief in her voice.
“To think my instruction could sharpen even a dull-witted fool’s mind—my teaching must be quite extraordinary.”
Simon laughed in return, matching her wit.
“How about taking a professorship at Kizen later?”
“Once the Northern Region is pacified and my purpose fulfilled, perhaps. Now get outside.”
She slung her bow across her shoulder and gestured for him to leave.
“I’ll make you fit for a Legion Commander’s role within two weeks.”

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The two of them stepped outside and walked as they began discussing Gehaim.
Simon explained the strange power that Erzsebet had displayed just before his encounter with the Grand Duke’s arrow.
“Could that have been Erzsebet’s Gehaim?” Simon asked.
He posed the question.
“It could be Gehaim, or it could just as well be an inherent ability of that Undead itself. Has it manifested since then?”
“No, we’ve tried several times together, but it failed each attempt.”
She offered a mischievous smile.
“If you wish, I could fire another shot for you.”
“I’ll have to decline.”
The ache in his abdomen still throbbed. The two came to a halt.
“So, we agreed to consult on the Gehaim of one Ancient Undead per day. Will you summon that Erzsebet?”
Erzsebet had already gained a significant hint yesterday, so Simon intended to develop it further in that direction.
Simon spoke to the Gray Ring on his finger.
“Come over here, Prince.”
Then he opened the Subspace and withdrew a single zombie. The moment Simon brought the ring close to it.
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
Black lightning descended and lodged itself in the zombie’s body. The Dark Element swelled enormously, distorting the zombie’s form until it transformed into the appearance of a small child.
Ding-dong!
A child zombie dressed in a pristine gentleman’s suit appeared, striking a pose with one palm shielding his forehead. Upon seeing this figure, the Grand Duke let out an intrigued hum.
“An interesting Ancient Undead. It appears powerful, yet that’s not his true form, is it?”
“You have a keen eye.”
Simon proceeded to explain Prince’s nature to her.
“A crown that commands every zombie in existence, with an immobile core body lodged in Deathland, capable of inhabiting any other zombie regardless of distance. And it has nine lives?”
Surprise flickered across her face.
“The most unusual Ancient Undead I have ever encountered.”
[The most extraordinary Ancient Undead, surely! More! Shower me with more praise!]
Prince puffed out his chest and folded his arms. The Grand Duke pointed at him with her index finger, then turned to Simon.
“I’ve had an idea regarding this undead’s Gehaim.”
“Truly?”
“Well, even if not Gehaim, I’d prefer something that succeeds without fail. It may well become your Legion’s greatest technique in time.”
Simon and Prince’s eyes lit up simultaneously.
“What is it?”
[What! What!]
She bared her teeth in a grin.
“What else? We blow this creature apart with Corpse Explosion.”

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