Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 675

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius, Chapter 675
Simon’s training continued as the Northern Divine confrontation drew near.
Simon stood with eyes closed, wearing Pier and gripping the Sword of Ruin.
“!”
His eyes snapped open and he swung the greatsword in a wide arc.
Kale Original – Savage Poison Yaksha
Clang! Clang! Crash!
Vicious hounds composed entirely of virulent poison erupted skyward along the path of Simon’s blade, then descended.
Like a flowing continuation of the same motion, Simon rotated his body once more and unleashed a second slash timed perfectly with the hounds’ descent.
Kale Original – Savage Poison Explosion Shattering
This time a crescent blade energy lanced outward, colliding with the descending Savage Poison Yaksha and shattering it. Toxic liquid sprayed in all directions, and nearby trees began dissolving into grotesque shapes.
“Hnn.”
Simon lowered the greatsword.
“It’s harder than I expected.”
The legion administrators bound through Direct Contract possessed no special Gehaimat.
Pier, however, held the power of the Plague Claw, Kale—absorbed into the Sword of Ruin. Simon was training precisely to master that power.
[Kehehe! Don’t be so impatient, boy! It took Kale himself considerable time to perfect this technique.]
“Yes!”
Simon lifted the Sword of Ruin with renewed vigor.
After several more strikes, the training session ended. Simon wiped his wet hair with a towel and gazed up at the sky.
‘Still not enough. More. More.’
The Northern Divine possessed no combat ability. Some said that without the Three Siblings, the Northern Divine was worthless, but Simon thought otherwise.
History had known Grands Dukes who captured the Three Siblings, but never one who captured the Northern Divine. And ultimately, his father Richard had decided not to annihilate the Northern Divine, but rather to protect the Northern Region.
It would surely prove a formidable battle.
‘I must grow stronger.’
Even as Simon steeled himself with such resolve—
Kee-kee-kee!
A Corpse Spider waddled toward him. Simon looked down to see what was the matter, and the creature shuffled its legs sideways and wagged its rear frantically.
Understanding the signal, Simon removed Pier’s helmet.
“A messenger, it seems. I’ll go see them.”
He’d already informed the butler Godric that he was here, so there was no need to pretend to be the Grand Duke. Simon stepped forward to wait, and shortly a mounted messenger galloped in.
“Report! I bring word! Ah, the Grand Duke’s student.”
“The Grand Duke is training within. If you have something to convey—”
“It’s dire!”
The messenger’s voice rose as sweat poured down his face.
“The Kingdom Forces have made their move! They’ve already marched out toward Frost Field!”
“!”
Simon’s expression froze solid.
“I’ll leave immediately!”

* * *
A crisis of massive proportions shook the entire Northern Region.
In the dead of night while everyone slept, Romario, the commanding general of the front lines, led the Kingdom Forces out. Chronos had woven phantom curses across the entire encampment and marching routes, and Earl Boldmont had secretly opened the city gates.
Everything unfolded with bewildering speed. Merchants who discovered the scene first confirmed footprints trailing beyond the city gates.
The Northern Region erupted into chaos, and an emergency council was convened at once in the Grand Duke’s castle.
Generals and elders, administrators and cavalry officers, along with several residents—nearly a hundred people gathered in the war room. Simon, of course, sat beside the Grand Duke, reading the atmosphere carefully.
The mood in the chamber was bedlam.
Warriors, their faces flushed with the shock of losing the initiative to the Kingdom Forces, hurled accusations and roared at the top of their lungs, veins bulging from their necks.
“We must pursue those damned vermin at once!”
Ganiro, the second-in-command and supreme general of the Northern Region, raised his voice.
“They’re after the Northern Divine, no question! We went to such lengths to kill the Three Siblings and pave the way, and now they’re trying to steal the credit!”
Bang!
Ganiro brought his fist down upon the round table, his eyes blazing as he swept his gaze across those assembled.
“If the Northern Divine is destroyed by the Kingdom Forces’ hand, vast swaths of the Northern Region—including Frost Field itself—will fall under Kalos Kingdom control. We must mobilize our forces now and pursue them!”
“Calm yourself, General.”
This time, the Northern Elder spoke up.
Though his age was considerable and his frame weathered, he still bore the bearing of his warrior days—broad shoulders and impressive musculature that commanded attention.
He had indeed risen through the ranks to become a supreme general in his own right.
“What we’re facing is not a brawl but a war. We’re not yet prepared.”
“Elder!”
“Merchants will arrive with weapons, arrows, and provisions in two days’ time. The warriors guarding the outlying posts will return in two days as well, and shearing the sheep for their wool—winter supplies—will take two days too. But more than anything else.”
The Elder looked toward the Grand Duke.
“Your second legion has only just returned from the Frost Field. Ideally, I would prefer to prepare for several months, but since you have insisted on settling this within two weeks, we’ve set the absolute minimum timeframe. To rush after the Kingdom Forces with no preparation whatsoever, driven by hot blood alone—”
He lowered his elbows onto the round table and interlaced his fingers.
“That would be suicide.”
“What are you saying, Elder! What nonsense is this!”
Ganiro glared at the Elder with bloodshot eyes.
“The situation demands it! The Northern Region has fought the Northern Divine for centuries! Are we to surrender the Northern Divine to them like this?”
“Do not act recklessly, young general.”
“We northerners can hold the Frost Field for weeks more without resupply! You did the same in your warrior days! Eating monsters and—”
“Yes, I did.”
Thud!
The Elder hoisted his legs onto the round table. Below the knees, there was nothing.
“And this is what became of me.”
……
“I survived in the Frost Field by gnawing on the flesh of comrades who froze to death. Had there been adequate preparation, such needless sacrifice would never have been. And General, there is one more thing you’ve overlooked.”
The Elder brought a pipe to his lips and continued speaking.
“They do not know the path to the Abyss, where the Northern Divine dwells. It seems they rushed ahead in their eagerness—a grave mistake.”
“What if.”
All eyes turned toward the one who had spoken.
The young man with blue hair who dared to interrupt the Elder and General Ganiro was no other than Simon.
“What if that information has already been leaked? Shouldn’t we consider that possibility as well?”
“!”
The Elder’s expression froze, and Ganiro’s brow darkened.
“Impossible. Only five people were in that room—the Grand Duke, myself, the Elder, Godric the steward, and General Blota. No matter how much the Grand Duke’s guest is honored, to suggest betrayal of the North—”
“An outsider’s words aren’t necessarily wrong either.”
Everyone fell silent.
A young man with ash-grey hair strode forward, the Northern banner slung across his shoulder. He lightly tapped Simon’s arm and winked.
Ganiro’s expression soured.
“Stand back. This is no place for a messenger.”
“Hah, nonsense. There’s no such thing in the North. The one who fights well is king, isn’t he?”
The audacious young messenger stepped forward boldly and promptly planted himself at the round table.
“I’ve just come from Earl Boldmont’s mansion.”
Everyone fell silent, watching the young messenger intently.
“The Earl has vanished. Only rabble remain, and every last one of his soldiers and favored household have disappeared cleanly. He’s thrown in with the Kingdom Forces.”
He gave a shrug.
“You all know what kind of man that rat is, don’t you? He talks a good game about the North’s benefit, but the truth is he attaches himself strictly to whatever serves his own interests.”
He glanced at Simon as he added that currently, eighty percent of the Northern Region’s distrust of outsiders stemmed from Earl Boldmont.
“But that rat has thrown in with the Kingdom Forces. Do you know what this means?”
Whoosh!
The young messenger’s banner swung violently and came to a stop just short of striking the round table, its wind sending the officers’ hair fluttering upward then settling back down.
“The Earl knows the way to the Abyss! Which means the information leaked to him!”
The messenger’s eyes moved deliberately.
Toward Godric, Ganiro, the Elder, and General Blota—all who had participated in the council with the Grand Duke.
“One of the four of you is a traitor who sold the information to Earl Boldmont.”
Murmur, murmur, murmur, murmur!
The atmosphere of the war room grew far more hostile. Blood vessels swelled visibly across Ganiro’s face, while the Elder let out a long, heavy sigh.
It was then.
“Enough!”
At last, the Grand Duke spoke. The room, which had been filled with overlapping voices, fell instantly into a silence so profound that a pin dropping would have been heard.
“Come to your senses, you fools! What we are discussing in this place is war with the Northern Divine.”
Her eyes blazed.
“Should we fracture among ourselves on the eve of a decisive battle?”
The warriors’ fervor in the war room dampened somewhat.
She crossed her legs with charismatic poise and rested her chin on her hand.
“General, offer your counsel.”
“Yes, Grand Duke.”
This was the moment of final testimony.
General Ganiro bowed respectfully.
“If information about the path to the Abyss has indeed leaked to the Kingdom Forces, we have even less time to waste! We must muster every soldier we can move and pursue them at once!”
The Grand Duke turned her head.
“Elder, speak candidly.”
“Rushing uncooked rice will not make it cook faster. The two-day deployment window is already minimal and leaves no margin. The strength warriors display matters, but what matters equally is the foundation that allows them to fight at all. The Kingdom Forces will stumble in their haste, so we must remain steady and keep to our scheduled deployment. That is my counsel.”
Having heard all the arguments, the Grand Duke slowly closed her eyes.
The weight of silence settled over the deep hall once more.
The fate of the Northern Region would be decided by her judgment now.
“Disciple.”
This time, the Grand Duke called on Simon.
Simon, who had been sitting quietly in his seat, stiffened in shock. He had not anticipated being called upon at such a moment.
“Yes!”
“Speak.”
More than a hundred officers in the hall began to fix Simon with a sharp, piercing stare.
-Chase down the Kingdom Forces, they think.
-Keep to the deployment schedule, others insist.
Simon felt the clash of their opposing wills.
He swallowed hard and fell silent in thought.
“Our greatest strength right now—”
“?”
Simon looked toward the Grand Duke and continued.
“It must be Hate and the Second Legion. And you, Your Grace, know their condition best.”
Ganiro’s expression twisted visibly, and the other officers seemed to choke on their objections. The Grand Duke, for her part, let out a bright, clear laugh.
In the silence, her laughter rang alone.
“I have decided.”
At last, she rose from her seat.
“For centuries, the North has waited, enduring, for the day we could sever the breath of the Northern Divine. Will we truly falter now, unable to wait two more days?”
Ganiro bowed his head low, while the Elder stroked his beard with satisfaction.
She continued.
“We will not be shaken by the Kingdom Forces. In these two days until deployment, we shall meet the Northern Divine at full strength. The Second Legion will complete its preparations within that time. Officers, see that nothing is lacking—attend to every detail with care. That is all.”
All the officers rose from their seats.
“Yes, Your Grace!”
The final battle was set for two days hence.
Once a decision was made, it would not change. Now all would move as one. The officers dispersed swiftly from the hall to their preparations.
“If only—”
As Simon was leaving the chamber, he heard the Elder murmur.
“I wish they were not quite so weak.”
“……?”
Simon stopped in his tracks, blinking.
“Presumptuous.”
The Grand Duke approached and laid a gentle hand on Simon’s shoulder.
“You’ve bought us time. Now go and train.”
“Yes, Your Grace!”
“And do not worry overmuch about the Kingdom Forces.”
Her eyes—sharp as a raptor’s gaze—slowly closed, and a beguiling beauty mark became more pronounced.
She shared the Elder’s view.
“They have dug their own grave.”

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