Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 689

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 689
An Ancient Undead named Gyrodail.
And it was Yona who had pulled him from the glacier that held him captive.
Thanks to her, Gyrodail awoke from his long slumber and joined the Legion as an Ancient Undead, though he arrived precisely when the 7th Legion was at the height of its power.
Yona already had many Ancient Undead at her side. Gyrodail’s position, joining so late, was hardly noteworthy.
Because of this, Gyrodail sought to prove his loyalty to Yona, who had granted him a new life, and he undertook whatever task she assigned.
Killing.
Destroying.
Burning.
This time was no different. Gyrodail had completely annihilated the monsters Yona had ordered him to eliminate, and now he walked toward her with their heads bundled in a net.
Having completed the order, he hoped she would praise him.
But then.
“Yona~”
A human woman had planted herself beside Yona, the one who held command, acting far too familiar.
Ever since meeting her by chance in the Western Region, she had become infatuated with Yona and continued to follow them about. She was said to be a powerful Necromancer as well.
“But Gyrodail, you know.”
He stopped.
The moment his name was mentioned, Gyrodail halted his advance to deliver his report. He withdrew his Dark Element and concealed his presence.
“Yona’s Legion has plenty of capable commanders, doesn’t it? But Gyrodail in particular seems strange to me.”
“……”
“You told him to rescue people, but instead he suddenly rounded up the villagers nearby and a passing band of thieves, then locked them all in a cave. You told him to bring someone in red clothes, but he wounded the people and dyed their clothes crimson to bring them to you. He performs his orders strangely, and worse, he interprets them on his own whim and creates all manner of catastrophes.”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“Watching you work yourself ragged cleaning up after Gyrodail’s blunders, it seems a bit pitiful, doesn’t it? Why keep him around? He’s clearly quite problematic.”
Gyrodail suppressed the unpleasant urge to tear the woman to pieces as he waited for a response.
Yona, perched on a boulder, laughed softly.
“Your words have merit.”
Gyrodail’s grip on the net loosened. The monster’s head inside tumbled free and struck the ground, rolling away in all directions.
“Gyrodail lacks flexibility and is none too clever. He can manage only one thing at a time.”
Finding it unbearable to hear more, Gyrodail turned to leave.
“But.”
Then Yona’s voice cut through the surrounding noise with absolute clarity.
“That one thing, he carries out with unwavering diligence. That’s why I trust him more than anyone.”
In that moment.
For just that one phrase.
Gyrodail felt as though he had been saved.
An elation he had never known in life or after death. A single sentence that seemed to compensate for all the years that had passed.
The acknowledgment of another.
It was what had been lacking in Gyrodail.
“For you alone, Yona!”
After that, having even opened Gehaim itself, Gyrodail swore absolute loyalty and undertook whatever Yona commanded.
“Gyrodail, you hold the rear here. I trust you.”
“Your hands will grow dirty with harsh work, but it’s something only you can do. Erase every trace.”
He did not shrink from grueling, rough labor.
All for Yona.
Gyrodail knew himself — that he lacked intellect and sound judgment. He knew no cunning, no flexibility.
Yet regardless of all else, that single task Yona assigned him, he carried out more faithfully than anyone.
And so he began earning the acknowledgment of not only Yona but the entire Legion.
“Gyrodail. I need you to stay behind and guard the Northern Region.”
The trouble began when he arrived in the Kalos Northern Region.
“In the Legion, only you and the Snow Guard Unit move best through this harsh frozen terrain. Five years, perhaps? It could be shorter, or it could stretch longer.”
Yona placed her hands on both of Gyrodail’s shoulders and spoke with gravity.
“Can you guard the Northern Region for me?”
Gyrodail accepted. He was, after all, the one assigned to the dirty work.
And so the 7th Legion departed, leaving only Gyrodail in the Northern Region.
For an Ancient Undead who had existed through ages long, five years was merely a blink of an eye — or so he had thought — but five years without Yona proved far longer than he had imagined.
Yet he endured.
He persevered.
Yona had expected him to guard the Northern Region, and if that was her expectation, he would meet it.
He could never disappoint her.
The North God relentlessly spawned Undead and pressed the invasion against Bilkenos, and Gyrodail remained on the Frost Field, standing against the North God in battle.
Soon Yona would return.
Just a little longer, and Yona would free him from this duty.
Gyrodail clung to the darkness flowing through his own veins—Yona’s darkness—as his only solace, enduring an ocean of loneliness.
But then.
At some point before the promised five years had even elapsed.
Snap.
Gyrodail felt the contract with Yona shatter.
He could no longer sense Yona’s darkness.
The mental pathway he’d left open to answer when Yona came—that too had vanished.
[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!]
Yona had abandoned him.
-Seeing you suffer while cleaning up after Gyrodail’s messes, I have to say—it’s a bit pitiful. Why do you even keep him around? He’s clearly quite abnormal.
Had she truly cast him aside?
Was he no longer needed?
Could that woman have been right all along?
Gyrodail denied it.
It couldn’t be.
Something must have gone wrong.
But even after the promised five years had passed, Yona never came to collect him.
‘That’s it—I haven’t yet completely fulfilled the command!’
Yona’s command was simple: ‘Protect the Northern Region.’
And the greatest threat to the North was the North God.
So long as the North God remained, he could not truly be said to guard the North.
Gyrodail, who until then had only defended, for the first time marshaled his full strength and launched an assault.
Battle with the North God.
Despite being outnumbered, Gyrodail broke through the Three Brothers and reached the Abyss. And then.
Thrust.
He killed the North God.
Drenched in black blood, Gyrodail roared.
[Yona! I have done it! I have brought complete peace to the Northern Region! I have perfectly fulfilled the mission you commanded!]
And yet.
Even after eliminating the North God, Yona did not come to see him.
I accomplished the task.
I guarded the North completely.
I deserve recognition.
Then why?
Gyrodail crumbled under the weight of despair.
-Yona has forgotten you.
A dark voice whispered to him then.
-Yona possesses capable Ancient Undead who can replace you. She has forgotten your existence.
[Don’t speak such nonsense!]
The dark voice continued to murmur in Gyrodail’s mind without ceasing.
-Protecting the Northern Region was the duty assigned to you, your obligation. But the North has found peace, and you who guarded it have already served your purpose. So then—what use do you have left?
[…….]
Words escaped him.
-You must make Yona seek you out once more.
Gyrodail’s pupils trembled as despair consumed him.
[……How am I to make Lord Yona look upon me again?]
-Plunge the Northern Region back into crisis.
The dark voice spoke.
-Is it not simple? Return everything to how it was before you received the command. When the North falls into peril once more, only then will Yona remember you and seek you out for your use.
[Plunge the North……. Into crisis again.]
-Standing alone, you fought steadfastly for the North, yet no one ever acknowledged you.
The dark voice swelled.
-So show the world! Show them how great a deed you have accomplished!

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After that, Gyrodail seized the power of the North God.
He established a new Abyss and gathered the corpses of monsters to build an undead army.
The North God had returned.
His plan was to plunge the entire continent into terror and etch his existence into Yona’s consciousness, but an unexpected variable caught him off guard.
[Assemble.]
The girl had grown.
Besides Gyrodail, whom Yona had contracted with in the Northern Region, there was one other. Jin Arscalte had unified the north and rebuilt the 2nd Legion.
During the five years Gyrodail had bought them, the young Grand Duke, now wielding the Power of Hate and the Windstorm Bow with ease, unleashed talents the likes of which had never been seen before, repelling the North God’s assault.
After achieving a great victory in that first war, the young Grand Duke raised her bandage-wrapped arm and cried out.
[I have risen to honor the promises made by my father and my savior! Proud people of the north, follow me!]
The girl’s speech lifted the spirits of the northerners at once.
And Gyrodail heard that speech through the undead under his command.
‘What am I doing? Why am I fighting against the girl Yona asked me to protect?’
Gyrodail’s clouded mind began to clear. He ceased his war against mankind.
The Grand Duke of the north likewise remained within her own domain, making no moves to expand beyond it.
A very brief peace followed.
Crash!
But the variable emerged from outside.
—Hahaha! So there really is a Mana Stone Mine in the Frost Field! The rumors were true after all!
Count Boldmont, an overseer who had just arrived in the north, invaded the Frost Field with his mercenaries.
With Gyrodail having ceased all attacks on humanity, an excited Count Boldmont pillaged the underground resources of the Frost Field.
Unsatisfied with merely a mine or two, he even attempted to assault the Abyss.
That action deeply stirred Gyrodail’s spirit.
—Look, Gyrodail.
A dark voice also urged him on.
—Yona said to protect the north. Protect it from what? From those who shatter the north’s peace. Only by driving humanity from these lands will true peace come to the north.
[…….]
That serpent-like voice burrowed into Gyrodail’s crumbling heart.
—Whether Yona comes searching for you or whether you obey Yona’s commands, you must become the North God and bring down the Grand Duke.
And so a new, long war unfolded in the north.
Gyrodail, the guardian who had protected the north, became the new North God and invaded Bilkenos.
Jin Arscalte, the young girl who had lost her father to the North God, became the Grand Duke and defended Bilkenos.
Thus, for over a decade, the prolonged war raged on.
And now, with Yona’s son arriving in the north, the situation entered a new phase.
Crash!
Clang!
Simon and Gyrodail exchanged heavy blows and fell back.
“Ugh!”
Simon staggered backward, gasping for breath.
His chest felt tight, each inhalation catching. His knees trembled as though they might give way at any moment.
His consciousness had begun to flicker in and out.
The slightest lapse in focus and he would collapse where he stood.
[You struggle well, Yona’s son.]
Gyrodail, lowering the Frozen Blade, made to sit, and the Throne rose to support him. Simultaneously, the Abyss’s tentacles and legions of undead poured forth, darkening the surrounding area.
“Ugh!”
Simon evaded the onslaught desperately, spraying the poison of Fang from his Greatsword clenched in one hand to hold out. But the Darkness Element had long since run dry.
[That flag, I know it well.]
Gyrodail spoke thus, his gaze fixed on the Golden Flag that Simon desperately kept from dropping.
[The flag of that hateful Grand Duke who dwells in Bilkenos. Its method of use requires the flag’s end to touch the target’s body directly, yes?]
He curled the corner of his mouth upward.
[The Grand Duke—I am aware she cobbles together that suicide corps, the Flag Bearer Corps, using the north’s pride as a pretext, but here you stand alone. Can you, by yourself, bring that flag to touch my body?]
“Don’t insult the Grand Duke and her warriors, Gyrodail.”
Simon lowered his stance.
“And I don’t need to touch you.”
[What?]
Whoosh!
Simon launched forward from the ground. Gyrodail raised his arm once more, sending tentacles and swarms of undead to overwhelm Simon. Showers of green toxin erupted in all directions.
Gyrodail sat calmly upon his throne, chin propped on his hand.
[What can you possibly do with that trembling body!]
In that instant.
Corpse Explosion.
Explosions erupted in succession from the zombie Simon had drawn from his Subspace. The previously composed Gyrodail jerked his head back.
Boom!
Breaking through the dark smoke from the explosion, the staff of the Golden Flag surged forward. Gyrodail smiled with contempt.
‘How predictable.’
Gyrodail rose to his feet and swung the Frozen Blade toward the flag.
Crack!
The staff of the Golden Flag snapped cleanly in half. The shaft fell uselessly to the ground and rolled away.
‘It’s finished now. Surrender peacefully and die——!’
Whoosh!
In that moment, Simon burst from the opposite side of the smoke cloud and charged straight at Gyrodail. Gyrodail’s eyes widened in shock.
It hadn’t been Simon who’d driven the staff forward through the blast.
‘When did——?’
It was Pier’s arm, moving of its own accord.
Thud!
Simon clung to Gyrodail’s body, and simultaneously Pier’s form dissolved into Bone Armor, binding Simon and Gyrodail together in a tight grip.
Pier’s arm on the other side transformed like a serpent, rendering Gyrodail’s limbs immobile.
‘Fool! My body cannot be destroyed by anything but the Grand Duke’s flag!’
Simon’s lips curved upward.
“You kept your guard up against the flag’s tip this whole time, didn’t you? But what if the flag never has to touch you?”
Simon pressed his left hand against Gyrodail’s chest. A mark in the shape of a target was drawn across the back of his hand.
‘Impossible——!’
Simon had pierced his own hand with the tip of the flag.
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble!
At the same moment, thunder erupted from the ceiling of the Abyss.
Above, the ceiling of the Abyss trembled as though bruised black.
‘Stop, human! If you continue, your hand will——!’
Simon’s eyes flashed with resolve.
“One hand seems a fair price to bring down the North God. Don’t you think?”
Screeeeeeeeeeeeech!
From the heavens, the Grand Duke’s final blow descended, drawn down by Simon’s guidance.

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