Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 672

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius, Episode 672
Having heard the news from the messenger, Simon and the Grand Duke were riding hard toward the southern gate of Vilkenos.
‘The Kalos Kingdom dispatched an army?’
Simon bit his lip, cold sweat trickling down his face.
‘And of all times, when the Grand Duke’s Ancient Undead is away!’
[There is no need for alarm.]
The flickering gaze within the Grand Duke’s helmet remained steady.
[They will not provoke immediate trouble.]
As they rode in haste down the road, the sight of an army advancing came into view. Through the wide-open city gate, large contingents of soldiers were still pouring in.
And along both sides of the street, Northern Region people were gathering.
“What, you think there’s scraps for you to pick at? Coming all the way out here?”
“Get back south while we’re still speaking civilly!”
The mood among the residents was intensely hostile, showing no welcome for the Kingdom military at all. It seemed they might begin pelting with stones at any moment.
Warriors stood in the alleys with weapons drawn, and archers positioned on rooftops held arrows nocked and ready.
War hung in the air.
In truth, given the nature of Northern Region people, they would have clashed long ago, but they held their position under the Grand Duke’s command.
“Ha ha ha!”
And before the Kalos Kingdom Military’s vanguard.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
A man rode atop an enormous, ice-season-inappropriate undead crab. Across the hollow of its shell lay a carpet, and upon it sat a purple-haired man with both arms draped lazily at his sides.
It was like a royal procession.
A parasol shielded him from the sun above, and he held a cocktail in his hand.
Clang! Clang!
The creature’s massive pincers thrust skyward, striking metallic notes continuously. Some of the residents flinched at the threat, stepping back.
“Quite the hostile welcome, isn’t it~”
He drew the cocktail through a straw with a long sip before speaking. His dark-gleaming pupils swept the surroundings.
“Disrespecting the heroes come to save the Northern Region? Should I just shred them all?”
Kalos Kingdom’s official war Necromancer.
Chronos Stiltzen.
“Compose yourself, Chronos.”
Beside Chronos rode a man commanding the Kingdom forces with confidence on horseback. His massive frame was clad entirely in extravagant, glittering golden armor.
His dark skin, thick eyebrows, and generally heavy-set features made a striking impression.
“We have come for peace. We will not tolerate reckless behavior.”
Northern Theater Commander, Romario Socken.
Under the command of Commander Romario and War Necromancer Chronos, the Kingdom forces entered the heart of the Northern Region without bloodshed.
At that moment, Chronos’s eyes narrowed.
“At last you arrive. The hero of mankind.”
Black Full Plate Armor, a red cloak bearing the Northern Region’s emblem, and a great bow.
It was certain.
That was the legendary Northern Grand Duke, Jin Arskalte.
Chronos licked his lips with his tongue, grinning.
“I’ve truly wanted to meet you. I’ve been a fan of yours since way back!”
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
At her arrival, generals emerged from all corners of the city leading their units. Flag-bearers also joined, waving the Northern Region’s banners.
The Grand Duke riding alongside Simon slowed her pace and gave the signal to stop. Commander Romario likewise clenched his fist behind him, signaling the halt.
Both armies came to a stop facing each other.
Simon glanced back. The generals all had their eyes wide with fury, their expressions blazing with rage, and the other cavalry and warriors were ready for combat.
A moment on the knife’s edge.
Clip-clop, clip-clop.
The Grand Duke and Romario advanced their horses toward each other.
“It has been some time, Grand Duke.”
Romario removed his helmet and offered a slight bow of respect.
[Commander Romario.]
The Grand Duke did not remove her helmet. She held her chin high, her gaze blazing with menace.
[Without warning, without report or word, you march an army into the Northern Region—do you wish for death?]
“I do not follow your meaning.”
Romario spoke with casual ease.
“It was the Northern Region that requested reinforcements first, was it not? We merely answered the call.”
[Reinforcements?]
The Grand Duke’s expression within her helmet twisted into something dark. As her gaze shifted, the steward Godric could be seen hastily drawing an X with his arms.
She fell silent for a moment, lost in thought, before speaking.
[Reinforcement—you don’t mean the reinforcements we requested two years ago, do you?]
“Indeed. Please forgive us for arriving only now. Moving an army is no trivial matter; it requires extensive procedures…….”
“Romario!”
At that moment, a man erupted from the Grand Duke’s formation with the fury of a volcano, striding forward with heavy steps.
It was Ganilow, the supreme commander of the Northern Army. His face was flushed crimson below his neck, as though he had been gravely insulted.
“Can that vile mouth do anything but spew filth! Every time that face opens to speak, my stomach churns! I’ll rip out your entrails and stuff them in your jaws!”
Shlang!
Ganilow drew his sword from his belt. Chronos, standing behind Romario, let out an amused laugh and extended his index finger.
At the fingertip, a Curse rippled and wavered.
[Compose yourself, Ganilow.]
The Grand Duke raised her arm to block his path. Ganilow dared not press past her arm, but once unleashed, his fury knew no restraint.
“Do you think I don’t see through your schemes? Did we request reinforcements only two years ago? Five years ago, seven years ago, and twenty years before that! Yet when the Northern Region truly faced peril, you offered excuse after excuse and never so much as stirred—so why did you crawl in here in just two days?”
Veins stood out in his neck.
“You heard that the Three Brothers are dead, didn’t you? Now that they’re gone and the Northern Region is on the verge of pacification, I know full well this is your cunning ploy to lay claim to our victory!”
From all sides, the piercing gazes of Northern soldiers fixed upon them.
“Get out of the Northern Region this instant!”
“Treacherous dogs!”
Booooooooo!
Jeers and curses poured forth.
Yet.
“I must ask that you refrain from speculation.”
Romario’s eyes did not so much as flicker.
“Our expedition has been in preparation for the past six months. The Northern Deity is an enemy of the Northern Region, and an enemy of the Northern Region is an enemy of the Kingdom.”
He pulled back on the reins and advanced his horse, then extended a Royal Edict toward the Grand Duke.
“This is a Royal Edict from His Majesty. The King takes great interest in this campaign.”
The Grand Duke examined the Edict. Her face, hidden behind her helmet, revealed no expression.
‘Written in advance.’
Everything was moving precisely according to plan.
The royal family and nobility of Kalos had always kept a watchful eye on the Northern Region. The Grand Duke of the North, Jin Arscalt, was far too formidable in both military might and influence.
For them, the ideal situation was the status quo—that the Legion Commander, humanity’s hero, remain bound to the Northern Deity and forever trapped in the North.
The worst possible scenario for the nobility would be the Northern Deity’s death, the Northern Region’s pacification, and the Grand Duke’s subsequent turn of attention toward the capital.
But circumstances had shifted dramatically. The Three Brothers who sustained the Northern Deity were dead, and now the Grand Duke prepared for a final confrontation. In response, the Kingdom had dispatched its forces.
‘Their true purpose remains unclear.’
Yet this swift mobilization was unexpected.
The Three Brothers may be dead, but this is far too quick.
She set down the Edict and opened her mouth.
[You called it reinforcement?]
“Indeed. We shall dedicate our very lives to aid the Northern Army, slay the Northern Deity, and liberate the Northern Region.”
[Then from this moment forward, the Kingdom’s forces shall obey only my command.]
Her eyes gleamed within her helmet.
This was the Northern Region, and here the Grand Duke’s command held authority above even that of the King of Kalos.
[In our campaign against the Northern Deity, you must obey any order, however harsh. Do you swear this?]
Romario’s expression never wavered as he nodded his head.
“I swear by the name of Romario Socken.”
[Withdraw.]
She turned her horse around.
[I shall confer with my generals. Since you arrived without notice, we have no prepared quarters to house and feed your forces. Make your Encampment in the vacant ground nearby.]
“We shall await your decision.”

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Soon, the foremost figures of the Northern Region gathered in the Grand Duke’s war chamber.
“Grand Duke! Why have you permitted them to remain in Vilkenos!”
“Ah, can you not see the Grand Duke’s profound strategy—to lower their guard and strike them with a night assault?”
“Regardless, we cannot simply leave these outsiders unsupervised!”
The chamber descended into chaos.
The Grand Duke sat with her hand pressed to her aching brow, deep in thought. Simon watched her with concern.
“Grand Duke.”
“I’m fine.”
She lifted her head and surveyed her generals.
“I will ask the officers a question.”
Everyone fell silent, turning their attention to the Grand Duke.
“Who is our true enemy?”
“The Northern Deity, Your Grace!”
“Precisely.”
She tapped the armrest of her chair rhythmically with the Gauntlet on her hand.
“Many of you counsel attacking them in haste, swept up by emotion. But those twenty thousand are merely the vanguard. Even if we dispose of them, what comes next? The Kingdom’s main force—fifty thousand, a hundred thousand, or more. We shall face them in turn.”
She interlaced her fingers.
“In this singular opportunity to end centuries of enmity and erase the Northern Deity from the earth, I will not tolerate interference from Kingdom soldiers.”
“But Grand Duke!”
Ganilow, the general who had resisted the Kingdom Military’s arrival more vehemently than anyone else, rose to his feet.
“Have you forgotten? The capital has always viewed us as a thorn in their side!”
The nobles of Kalos Kingdom feared the Northern Grand Duke far more than the Northern Deity, that distant legend of old.
It was no accident that Jean Arscalte was called the Hero of Mankind. Her popularity among the people surpassed even the King, and there were those who openly argued she should wear the crown.
With the Northern Deity gone, her influence would only grow.
“There must be some conspiracy at work! Surely—!”
“Did I not make it clear that you are to follow my command alone?”
The Grand Duke rested her chin in her palm.
“To strike now would be the worst course. Before the final battle with the Northern Deity, we would face the entire Kingdom. Yet they have rushed here without securing proper political justification. They have no choice but to obey my orders, and during the confrontation with the Northern Deity, I shall bleed their forces as dry as possible.”
“And after you’ve captured the Northern Deity—what then?”
One general could hold back no longer and shouted.
“We are the ones who defeated the Three Brothers and seized this opportunity! If we capture the Northern Deity, those outsiders will demand a share of Frost Field! They’ll claim credit! That Earl certainly summoned the army for that very reason! We’ll never stomach dividing Frost Field with them—!”
At that moment, the Grand Duke raised her fist.
Crack!
With a single blow, the round table split in two. Every officer immediately shut his mouth.
“Fools.”
Her eyes turned ice-cold.
“You’re already fretting about what comes after we’ve captured the Northern Deity?”
Throughout the chamber, the sound of nervous swallowing echoed.
“Our opponent is an Undead that has plagued the Northern Region for over a thousand years. The arrival of reinforcements may yet prove a blessing. Even working together, we might lack the strength to bring down the Northern Deity.”
She rose from her seat.
“Stop wasting time on idle thoughts. Think only of how to make use of these reinforcements and how to capture the Northern Deity.”

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The conference ended in confusion, spiraling endlessly.
No true conclusion had been reached; it seemed another meeting would be held tomorrow.
‘Complicated. Really complicated.’
Simon walked toward the Lodging, a small inn.
‘I thought it would all be over once we dealt with the Northern Deity and the Undead, but there are too many interests tangled together.’
The Earl. And the Kalos Kingdom itself.
The Undead that devoured people before his eyes were less terrifying than his own kind.
Simon arrived at the inn after a slow walk in the breeze.
Creak.
As he opened the inn door, he found the place—which should have been crowded with people eating their evening meal—completely empty. Simon turned his head.
Only two men sat at a table, eating.
“Oh, hello! What a surprise running into you here.”
A man with tattoos visible on his neck and wrists waved cheerfully.
“I’m Chronos. I’m sort of your senior!”
The dark-skinned man beside him raised his head.
“Frontline Commander Romario. Do you have a moment to talk?”
Simon smiled bitterly to himself.
‘Why is everyone so eager to sink their teeth into me.’

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