Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 683

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 683
Simon told the Grand Duke everything he had witnessed.
“What you saw must undoubtedly be a Tripled-Class Entity.”
The Grand Duke spoke.
Whether the Northern God had always been able to command the “Fourth,” or whether the three brothers had prepared a corpse after their death to make it into the Fourth and send it to Bilkenos—there was no way to know.
Yet one thing was certain: just as the Grand Duke had deceived them about the range of the Gale Bow, the Northern God also harbored several hidden stratagems of his own.
“I was reckless.”
She twisted her lips, her fists clenched so tightly they trembled.
“I should have invested more time and prepared even for a protracted war.”
“No, no! I believe you made the best judgment possible in that situation, Grand Duke.”
[So then.]
Pier folded his arms.
[What now, Legion Commanders? Time to choose.]
……
The Grand Duke closed her eyes and deliberated deeply.
The Fourth was attacking the empty city of Bilkenos. And the Northern God’s location lay beyond several mountain ranges from here.
Which would she choose?
Her contemplation stretched on. She tilted her head back, paced in a circle around the group, clenched her teeth.
Every second counted, yet the fate of the entire Northern Region hung on a single decision. There was no choice but to deliberate carefully.
The Grand Duke weighed several possibilities. And finally.
“I have decided.”
Her lips parted.
“We return to Bilkenos.”
“Wait, hold on!”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“We’ve come this far at such great cost! You’re saying we simply turn back now?”
“If we leave the Fourth unchecked, the sacrifice will be incomparable to what we’ve already endured.”
Bilkenos is currently defended by only a small garrison under the butler Godric. And anticipating the Undead to run rampant when the Northern God falls, the vast majority of the Northern Region’s population has taken refuge in Bilkenos.
If the Fourth breaches the city now, a massacre will unfold.
“My duty is not to eliminate the Northern God, but to protect the Northern Region.”
She closed her eyes.
“Even if we eliminate the Northern God, what use is it if no people remain to inhabit the North? I cannot turn a blind eye to my duty.”
Erzsebet, who had been listening quietly, shrugged.
[What of a plan where all forces quickly advance to Frost Field and eliminate the Northern God?]
“That too is impossible, Ancient Undead.”
The condition of the Northern Army was utterly catastrophic. It had been hastily assembled, and supplies and cold-weather provisions were running dangerously low.
They had prepared only enough to reach Frost Field, dispatch the Northern God, and return.
But if they now led an exhausted army over the mountain passes to fight in a new Abyss?
“We would be annihilated. Even if we defeat the Northern God, we cannot return.”
The Grand Duke slowly raised her arm, as though accessing the mental communication of the Undead hovering over the Abyss.
“A blizzard is raging. The Northern God also commands the power to manipulate weather. In such harsh conditions, we cannot rely on communication, Teleport Magic Circles, or any external support.”
She lowered her hand and smiled bitterly.
“Checkmate. Though I hate to admit it, this expedition has failed. The Northern God was simply several moves ahead of us. That is all.”
“……Grand Duke.”
She flared her cloak and turned her back.
“We withdraw. I shall have General Ganiro reorganize the troops and conduct an orderly retreat by stages. I myself will ride ahead to Bilkenos with Hate and the Phantom Knights.”
……
“In the end, I too remain only the Grand Duke who reached Frost Field, unable to cut that fiend’s breath.”
Just then.
“No.”
Simon stepped forward.
“I will strike the Northern God. The 7th Legion alone.”
She stopped and turned to look at Simon with astonished eyes.
All the other Ancient Undead focused their attention on Simon.
Simon too was a Legion Commander.
Though he followed the Grand Duke’s orders, he ultimately had the authority to move independently.
“How presumptuous. Do you even understand what you are saying?”
“I do.”
Simon understood the Grand Duke’s position.
For her, protecting the Northern Region took precedence over eliminating the Northern God.
Even if Simon and the Grand Duke were to combine their strength and quickly eliminate the Northern God, the Fourth would not stop. If the Fourth is a Hive Entity like the Tripled-Class ones, it can operate independently and make its own decisions. Bilkenos will be destroyed without question.
So then.
“The 7th Legion will take them on alone.”
“Reckless!”
She strode forward and seized Simon by the shoulders.
“How do you intend to cross the harsh mountain ranges of the Frost Field?”
Simon grinned and pointed to his side.
“Using Herseba’s Geheim.”
Beside him stood the sand woman perched atop a staff, laughing softly and waving her hand.
Simon explained the Geheim that Herseba had opened this time.
…….
The Grand Duke’s eyes grew serious.
“But you said there are ten holes in the Abyss. Can you conquer all of them with just four legions?”
“Of course.”
Simon nodded with confidence.
“My legion, inherited from my father, has many Ancient Undead. This time, I will liberate the Northern Region.”
Her pupils trembled.
‘Yona.’
That man who came to the North, annihilated the Northern God’s forces, and saved her.
She bit her lip hard, then smiled and spoke.
“Is your strategy only to rely on your Ancient Undead?”
“I will also rely on the Grand Duke and the Northern Army.”
“What?”
Simon opened his palm.
“You said the Northern God reacts sensitively to the Grand Duke’s Dark Element, didn’t you? If the Grand Duke sets out to capture the Fourth and the Northern Army begins to retreat, what will the Northern God do?”
She answered without hesitation.
“Strike at our backs as we retreat. The Northern God has always employed such tactics.”
“Yes, he’ll send some of his forces away from defending himself. It’s the perfect opportunity to annihilate the Northern Army. And above all—”
Simon pointed beneath their feet.
“We haven’t fallen into a trap. We have clearly conquered the Abyss. It’s true we’ve depleted much of the Northern God’s forces.”
Simon clenched his fist.
“Crisis is opportunity. Now is the best chance to strike the Northern God’s true headquarters.”
The Grand Duke closed her eyes quietly and fell into thought.
Then she opened her mouth.
“I am not yet convinced.”
Simon, who had been in a fighting stance, flinched and quietly lowered his hands.
“Ah—you won’t allow it?”
“We are equal Legion Commanders. If you have decided to march out, I cannot stop you. However—”
The Grand Duke turned her head.
“Pluto, go with him.”
[Huh? Babysitting duty? Squeak?]
“This is important. Follow the 7th Legion’s orders.”
[Can’t be helped. Squeak squeak!]
Pluto bounded over and landed neatly on Simon’s shoulder.
[Take good care of me! Squeak!]
Simon’s eyes widened.
“…You’re really sending Pluto with us?”
“Of course. The Fourth can be handled by me and Hate alone. And—”
Whoosh!
She opened a Subspace and pulled something out.
Simon’s eyes grew wide.
It was a flag of gold.
It was a flag used by the standard bearers of the Northern Region, but something about it was different from ordinary flags.
“I still have one final move left.”
She planted the flag in the ground.
“Wh—what is this?”
“Half of my power.”
She lifted the Gale Bow. Immediately, Hate moved and wrapped around her body and the bow.
“I will pour it into this.”
Whoooooooooooosh!
She aimed the Gale Bow toward the sky above the Abyss and released the arrow.
The crushing shockwave sent Simon stumbling backward, along with the Ancient Undead surrounding him.
“Whoa!”
Simon broke into a cold sweat.
Of all the Grand Duke’s arrows he’d witnessed, this was by far the most formidable.
It shot upward from the Abyss, soared toward the very edge of the sky, then vanished in a brilliant flash.
“When you find yourself in peril, use this flag.”
She drew forth the flag and handed it to Simon.
“Whether it’s the Northern God or any other formidable foe, this flag will allow you to destroy them.”
Simon accepted it with reverence.
The Grand Duke had sent him the Ancient Undead Pluto and expended half her own power.
She had given him everything she could.
The moment he took hold of her flag, it felt as though her will itself flowed into him.
“Simon Polentia. I appoint you as the Honor Standard Bearer of the Northern Region.”
Simon, holding the golden flag, smiled with steely resolve in his eyes.
“I will not disappoint you!”
Thump.
She suddenly stepped forward and pressed her forehead against his. Simon flinched in surprise, but seeing her grave expression, he did not pull away.
“……Thank you.”
Her voice trembled faintly.
Countless emotions flooded through him.
The anguish of facing the Northern God yet being forced to retreat.
Sorrow for the soldiers who had fallen.
Worry for Simon.
And above all, profound gratitude that he had promised to help.
Simon, his own voice quavering with emotion, steadied himself and laughed with determination.
“Leave it to me.”

* * *
Bilkenos.
“Emergency! Emergency! Enemy attack!”
“Keep running! Take the children to the shelter!”
The Fourth’s sudden assault plunged Bilkenos into absolute chaos.
Screams erupted from all directions. People poured from their homes, fleeing toward the shelters, while the narrow path leading to the Grand Duke’s castle became choked with refugees.
Warriors grabbed their weapons and rushed toward the City Wall.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The City Wall shuddered under the impact. The Fourth was battering it savagely with its head.
Crash-crash-crash!
The wall swayed precariously.
To describe the Fourth’s form: it resembled a stunted child transformed into a giant. A towering frame, yet with underdeveloped arms, spindly legs, and a grotesquely oversized head.
Fortunately, the Fourth’s physical prowess seemed insufficient to scale the wall—it was attempting to shatter it through brute force alone.
“Hold the line! Hold it at any cost!”
Northern warriors rushed forward and unleashed a volley of arrows. Most bounced off its skin harmlessly, but the Fourth seemed to feel the sting, thrashing its stubby arms about frantically.
“This thing doesn’t look so tough after all.”
“Yeah, it looks like a failed experiment—they were trying to make another Tripled-Class Entity.”
Thump.
Then the Fourth seized its own bloated head with both hands.
Bulge—bulge.
Its head began to pulse like a heart. On the hairless skull, veins became prominent, and the faint outline of a brain became visible.
Bulge—bulge—bulge—bulge.
Dark Element flowed from every part of the Fourth’s body, coalescing into the shape of a Magic Circle. The warriors sensed something wrong and backed away.
“Wh-what’s happening?”
“Look behind! Th-the city!”
Crash-crash-crack!
Crack!
The buildings of Bilkenos’s urban district began to rise into the sky.
Countless structures lifted upward at once, suspended in midair and fixed in place.
“They’re going to fall!”
All those fragments came raining down.
A catastrophe unfolding in the heart of Bilkenos, the largest city in the Northern Region. People rushed out and began to flee, but some were too slow.
Crash—!
In that instant, a crimson wave surged forward.
“?!”
The red waves, moving as though alive in midair, swept away the massive debris falling from above. More than that—they began to spread umbrellas over the scattered people’s heads or pulling them to safety before the wreckage could strike.
“Are you alright?”
Splash.
What fell from the crimson wave was a girl with lavender hair.
“Hurry and escape while you can!”
“Th-thank you!”
The soldiers all stared at her with dazed expressions. She wrapped her body in blood, then rose atop a crumbling building’s column and fixed her gaze on the Fourth.
“Stop this. I won’t forgive you for hurting these people anymore!”
She spoke, her eyes blazing with intensity.
Yet the Fourth activated Dark Magic once more, attempting to tear the surrounding structures up into the air.
Kamibarez placed her hand against her abdomen and triggered a Magic Circle.
The fruit of this special training.
Her pupils gradually glowed red.
“If you keep hurting these people……!”
One fact the Northern God had overlooked.
And that was.
“I’ll fight for the Northern Region and Simon too!”
Bilkenos had Ursla’s vampires.

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