Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 691

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 691
Frost Field.
“Keep pressing forward!”
“Swing with all your strength!”
The Northern Army, commanded by General Ganiro, had suspended their retreat and was stubbornly pinning down the Northern God’s undead forces.
“General! The right flank has been breached!”
“We’re losing too many deserters!”
Bad news kept arriving. The soldiers’ bodies were already at their limits, and the undead’s counterattack showed no signs of slowing.
And yet.
“Forward!”
Ganiro roared, blood flecking his lips.
“Die fighting! If you fall to some petty wound, you’ll be nothing but a puppet for the Northern God to play with in death! Fight until your head is severed and your heart is pierced! Will you surrender and become undead like those cowardly Kingdom soldiers?”
Ohhhhh!
“To the bitter end……!”
“General!”
Just then, his adjutant came rushing up with a shout.
“U-urgent report, sir! The Northern God’s undead that were attacking us——”
“What is it!”
“They’ve stopped moving! They’re not retreating! They’ve gone completely still!”
It was true.
All the undead that had been tightening their noose around the Northern Army began halting their movements one by one, as though a shockwave were spreading outward.
“What in……”
“Come on, attack! What, won’t you come at us!”
The soldiers’ reactions were bewildered.
Among them, only Ganiro was smiling at the corners of his mouth.
‘He did it.’

* * *
In Vilkenos, they had succeeded in destroying the Fourth, but chaos was mounting.
The undead raised by Black Magic had been neutralized when the Fourth was destroyed, but through the breach in the city wall that the Fourth had torn down, the Northern God’s undead forces from outside the territory came pouring in.
Zombies roamed every corner of the city, hunting humans.
“W-withdraw!”
The defending forces of Vilkenos, who had poured everything into destroying the Fourth, had no strength left to stop the corpses walking through the streets.
On top of that, the Grand Duke’s castle’s underground shelter had filled to capacity, leaving people scattered throughout the city to face peril everywhere.
-Gaaaaahhh!
Here too, a horde of zombies was blocking the path and closing in.
Wounded Northern soldiers gasped for breath, desperately swinging their spears.
“W-what do we do?”
“Where’s the vampire girl?”
A soldier turned his head. Cradled in another soldier’s arms was a girl in a school uniform, breathing in ragged, pained gasps.
“Her condition is critical. She needs treatment urgently.”
“Damn it, we don’t have time to stand around!”
One soldier got to his feet.
“An outsider with no connection to us risked her life to fight for us. No matter what happens to us, we get that girl out of here. Anybody got a problem with that?”
The soldiers met each other’s eyes and nodded with firm resolve.
“Alright, one, two, three and we go!”
“Do we go on three, or do we go when three ends?”
“Obviously we go on three! Come on, one, two……!”
Thud.
Just as the soldiers were about to dash out.
Suddenly, one zombie collapsed to the ground.
Thump!
Thud!
As if on signal, all the zombies began dropping like puppets with their strings cut. The soldiers who had been about to charge out blinked in bewildered silence.
“Wh-what’s happening?”
“……What.”
The soldier holding Kamibarez slowly looked up.
The murky sky and the thick, howling blizzard that had been swirling began gradually fading, revealing a clear, bright blue sky.
“……It seems we might not all have to die after all.”
Not only the undead the Fourth had been controlling, but even the Northern God’s other undead forces that had been pouring through the broken city wall—all of them lost control and went completely still.
It meant only one thing.
The Northern God was dead.
Cheers of certain victory echoed through the streets as the residents grasped what had happened.
“Miss, are you all right?”
It was then that Kamibarez opened her eyes.
She gazed at the zombies collapsing across the ground and the celebrating northerners, managing a weary smile as she murmured.
“It was… surely…”
“Hmm?”
“It was surely Simon who did this.”

* * *
At that same moment, in the Abyss.
Simon was dusting off his hands and stretching languidly.
But he couldn’t endure it any longer and simply collapsed flat on the Abyss floor.
“…I think I’m dying. I really can’t move a muscle.”
[Krhehe! You’ve done well, boy!]
“You worked hard too, Pier.”
Simon turned his head.
“How do you feel? Gyrodail?”
At Simon’s question, enormous eyes suddenly bulged from the blank wall of the Abyss.
It was the Northern God.
Yet Simon and Pier no longer regarded the Northern God with caution.
[The body feels unpleasant, but movement is comfortable enough.]
Simon and Pier had eliminated the Northern God and inserted the Legionized core of Gyrodail in its place.
Theoretically, it should have been an impossible Summoning Technique, but since the Northern God and Gyrodail had been essentially one entity all along, it worked.
Where the Northern God had once controlled Gyrodail, now Gyrodail controlled the Northern God’s body.
Whoosh—
The enormous eye sank back into the wall, and this time tentacles surged up from the floor before transforming into Gyrodail’s form.
It wasn’t his true body, of course, but Gyrodail seemed more comfortable moving in his former shape.
[I have issued orders to all Undead to cease all hostile action and return to the Abyss.]
“You’ve done well.”
Then Gyrodail slowly knelt on one knee before Simon.
His eyes gleamed with a teal-blue darkness.
[My liege.]
Simon, who had been lying down, quickly rose and sat up straight.
[From this moment forward, myself, all the Northern God’s Undead, and Frost Field belong to you. We swear upon our very souls that we shall obey only your commands and serve only you.]
Simon laughed awkwardly and waved his hand.
“Ah, that’s a bit much.”
The legendary Ancient Undead, the Northern God, who had ruled Frost Field for a thousand years.
And the forces under his command.
All of that military strength had now joined the 7th Legion.
It was an unimaginable increase in power.
-[Oaths be damned!]
Then a new voice spilled from Gyrodail’s body.
-[We must eliminate humanity! All the deceased must join their strength! We must not be bound by some Legion Commander…!]
Smack!
Gyrodail struck his own cheek with his fist. The voice stopped and Gyrodail returned to himself.
[My apologies, son of Yona.]
“A-are you sure you’re really okay?”
[I am fine.]
As Gyrodail completely asserted control over the Northern God’s body and mind, traces of the Northern God’s lingering consciousness seemed to remain, faint though they were.
This caused Gyrodail to develop something like a split personality, but it was nothing more than residual consciousness. It had no real power over Gyrodail anymore.
That consciousness might occasionally surface and curse and cause a fuss, but that was all it could do.
[Krhehe!]
Pier also laughed contentedly, patting Simon’s shoulder.
[You’ve accomplished what even Richard could not. You’re entitled to be a little more proud, boy!]
“Is that so?”
Simon blinked, looking rather bemused, when Gyrodail spoke.
[Then, grant me your command now, my liege.]
“Mm.”
Simon gazed at Gyrodail, who had become the Northern God, his expression taut with tension.
‘Given this creature’s temperament… if I give even the slightest ambiguous order, something bizarre is bound to happen.’
Thinking that all of this had stemmed from Richard’s command to “protect the Northern Region” was enough to make his head spin.
After wrestling with his thoughts, Simon spoke.
“For now—maintain the status quo.”
[……?]
“I’ll need to discuss the specifics with the Grand Duke. For now, hold to the guidelines I’ve mentioned and stand by.”
The guidelines he’d laid out were nothing extraordinary.
Do not attack humans.
Do not invade the Northern Region.
In any situation requiring major decisions, report to me before taking hasty action.
Gyrodail nodded.
[A question: if someone realizes we cannot attack humans and enters the Abyss with the deliberate intent to destroy us, what then?]
“Then of course you drive them out.”
[But doesn’t that contradict the order not to attack humans?]
Simon slapped his own forehead.
That had been a close call.
Gyrodail was an undead utterly devoid of flexibility.
“Let’s add an exception then. If you judge a situation poses direct harm to your wellbeing, then—”
[How do you distinguish what constitutes harmful action?]
Simon felt a headache beginning to bloom.
-[Why distinguish at all? Kill them! Slay every living thing and raise them as undead……!]
Smack!
Gyrodail slapped himself in the face again, silencing the Northern God once more.
“……You’re really sure you’re all right?”
[I am fine. That one cannot harm me any longer.]
Simon wiped his brow, sweat beading on his skin.
“It might be best if you report everything to me one step at a time for the time being.”
[How shall I make such reports?]
“There’s a way.”
Simon opened a Subspace portal.

* * *
The Northern Grand Duke, Jin Arscalt, returned to Vilkenos.
As the bitter cold lifted and the sky cleared in its wake, the Northern Army was able to make its way back to Vilkenos without incident.
The residents pressed for answers: was the Northern God truly dead, and what exactly had transpired?
‘A headache, this.’
The Grand Duke pressed her fingers to her temple.
If all undead movement had ceased, then it was certain Simon had dealt with the Northern God.
But before the two parted ways, Simon had made one thing clear in advance.
-Whether I destroy the Northern God or bind it to the 7th Legion, please do not attribute it to my credit.
The deployment due to special training was classified, and the people did not know that Simon had come to the Northern Region at all.
Yet the subjugation of the Northern God was a continent-wide headline. If word spread that Simon had captured or subordinated the Northern God, suspicion would inevitably arise.
The fact that Simon Polentia was the Legion Commander of the Legion of Betrayal.
The entire continent was currently sensitive about the 7th Legion, so caution was all the more necessary. For now, discretion and staying out of sight was the wisest course.
‘There’s no help for it.’
“Grand Duke!”
The steward Godric pushed open the door and entered, his face beaming with a broad smile.
He was wrapped in bandages from head to toe due to wounds sustained in the war, yet his expression was radiant.
“Everyone is waiting for you!”
“Very well.”
The Grand Duke rose and followed Godric through the halls.
She passed through the corridors of the office, then made her way onto the terrace and stepped through the open window into the courtyard.
“The Grand Duke has come!”
“Your Grace!”
Below the window, countless people from the Northern Region crowded together without a hand’s breadth between them. Inside the castle and beyond its walls, multitudes had gathered like clouds, waiting for word.
“All people of the North, hear me.”
She raised the Amplification Crystal that Godric had given her and opened her mouth to speak.
“We marched forth to the Frost Field with our stalwart warriors, the loyal 2nd Legion, and our honored allies. Though the Kingdom Army, which had previously defied orders and marched out unlawfully, was annihilated and became thralls of the Northern God, blocking our path with minor obstacles—”
Tense silence rippled through the crowd at various points.
“We annihilated even the Kingdom Army, pressed into the Abyss, and succeeded in expelling the Northern God—whom we’ve fought for over a thousand years!”
Roaaaaaaaaaaar!
Cheers erupted from every corner.
Yet a few warriors who had been present raised their hands with expressions of mild confusion.
“B-but wasn’t it a false Northern God that was expelled from the Abyss back then?”
“The Undead kept moving even after.”
“No, what was there was genuine.”
The Grand Duke closed her eyes.
“That creature took fright at our assault and fled, spiriting away nothing but its Core. It attempted to escape, but the Legion pursued the Northern God relentlessly and succeeded in obliterating it completely.”
She opened her eyes wide and raised her arm.
“I declare here and now: we have severed the bitter enmity of a thousand years and succeeded in eliminating the Northern God! From this day forward, I proclaim that an age of peace descends upon the Northern Region!”
Roaaaaaaaaaaar!
With the cheering masses behind her, she turned and walked away, her long hair streaming in the wind.
Within the city, Ganiro, the generals, and the elders and officials all bowed their heads.
“We offer our gratitude, Grand Duke!”
“Mm.”
She walked among them, exchanging handshakes, when she noticed an unfamiliar face.
It was a vampire girl with lavender hair and bat wings sprouting from her back.
“I-it is an honor to meet you!”
The girl bowed her head respectfully.
“I’m Kamibarez Ursala from Kizen!”
“I’ve heard the tale.”
The Grand Duke smiled warmly and extended her hand.
“My student’s friend, I hear. I thank and honor you for fighting alongside us for the Northern Region.”
“Oh, you’re too kind! It’s my honor to meet a hero of humanity!”
The legendary Northern Grand Duke stood before her. Kamibarez shook her hand, her face flushed with excitement.
“Does Kizen have many such remarkable students as you?”
At the question, Kamibarez’s cheeks burned crimson.
“R-remarkable? I’m just… ordinary!”
‘The daughter of the Vampire Lord calling herself ordinary.’
The Grand Duke’s mouth curved into a smile.
‘What manner of place is Kizen, to nurture such young and capable Necromancers.’
“And, um…!”
Kamibarez hesitated, her brow furrowed, before gathering her courage to speak.
“Didn’t Simon come with you?”
At that question, the Grand Duke fell silent and lifted her gaze toward the rear gate of the castle.
“He comes now.”
“?”
Creak—
The rear gate of the castle swung open.
Everyone turned to look.
The dim interior of the castle brightened with sunlight as a figure walked through the threshold.
“You called me a hero of humanity, did you not.”
The Grand Duke smiled faintly at Kamibarez.
“I am unworthy of such a title. The true hero of humanity is that one there.”
Step… step…
A boy with blue hair strode forward with supreme confidence.
And with a faint smile, he spoke.
“My apologies for the delay.”
As all eyes fixed upon him, tears of emotion welled up in Kamibarez’s eyes.
“Simoooon!”

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