Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 693

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 693
“Education.”
Simon suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and across his shoulders.
…….
Simon wore the expression of someone who’d just heard a ridiculous answer, while the Grand Duke’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“Is there something you’d like to object to?”
“No, no, not at all!”
When she glared at him like that, any objection he had simply vanished.
The Grand Duke hummed and crossed her arms arrogantly.
“I teach a fool who punctures formations full of holes the moment I turn my back, who can’t tell the difference between advance and retreat to save his life — and in just two weeks of training, I had him performing well enough to slay the Northern God himself. As an educator, my abilities are unquestionable.”
Simon smiled and gestured to himself.
“Isn’t that just because your student happens to be competent?”
“And on your last day too, you keep clawing your way up the rank.”
“I have to have my say while I can.”
The two of them held their breath for a moment, stifling their laughter before their eyes met.
Her gaze wavered out of habit, but this time she didn’t look away — she met Simon’s eyes directly. Pleased by this, he grinned and continued to tease her.
“Isn’t physically abusing your student the first sign you shouldn’t be an educator at all?”
“Corporal punishment of appropriate severity, intended for correction and reform, is entirely necessary in my view.”
“That would cause a scandal at Kizen! There are so many high-ranking nobles’ children there! Even the professors from the Northern Region don’t do things that way.”
She gave a dismissive snort, as though amused by his naïveté.
“I am a Grand Duke — I need only concern myself with the royal family. Tell all parents of Duke rank or below to keep quiet.”
“……That kind of mindset itself disqualifies you as an educator, I’m telling you.”
The two burst into laughter once more.
Simon thought to himself that this was pleasant. At the same time, he felt a pang of regret that this was their last time together.
“Well, that business about crushing people by rank was a jest.”
She tossed her hair back as she spoke.
“Once I step outside the Northern Region, I’ll have to follow the laws of wherever I am.”
Simon was more struck by the fact that her education remarks hadn’t been a joke at all.
“But why did you suddenly become interested in education?”
“To be honest, you and Kamibarez left quite an impression on me.”
In the Northern Region, they could open Cores, and there were many excellent warriors refined through a lifetime of warfare. Yet the capabilities of these young Necromancers from Kizen far exceeded what the Grand Duke had anticipated.
She wanted to understand how Kizen cultivated such remarkable talent.
And she wanted to help the children who were growing up.
Something other than killing. Something more constructive.
She had never received formal education herself, so she had labored tirelessly in self-study to gain her experience and knowledge — and she wanted to share it freely.
And more than anything else.
‘I want to keep watching over you.’
She thought as she gazed at Simon.
‘To see how far you can go.’
……?
Simon blinked blankly for a moment, then broke into a broad smile.
The Grand Duke finally couldn’t hold her composure and turned away, pressing a hand to the bridge of her nose.
‘Strange — Yona was always so straightforward about reason, but now there are all these peculiar elements mixed in.’
“Your Grace! Teacher!”
Godric arrived with cold tea, a Northern Region specialty, and the conversation was interrupted.
Simon sipped the bitter-sweet cold tea and was surprised.
‘Compared to the first day.’
It was delicious.
The ingredients didn’t seem to have changed.
When he returned to Kizen, he suspected this addictive bitter-sweet taste would linger in his memory.
“As for the monster situation and maintaining contact with Gyros, who’s become the new Northern God, we’ll need to stay in touch.”
The Grand Duke raised a new topic, teacup in hand.
“Once you return to Kizen, how will you communicate with Gyros?”
“We have a liaison. Someone will remain in the Northern Region to serve as a bridge between you and Gyros.”
“Who?”
Simon smiled.
“Grayson.”
……That dairy merchant, then.”
The Grand Duke’s expression grew somewhat bitter as she took a sip of cold tea.
“What befell Grayson is truly regrettable.”
“Yes.”
“Where is she now?”

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A small village on the outskirts near Bilkenos.
[Chop! Get to work, then!]
Grayson, now Undead, rolled up her sleeves and set about the neglected chores.
She swept the farm clean, mucked out the reindeer’s stalls, and laid down fresh straw across the floor.
She filled the water troughs and topped off the feed.
She’d worried they might have starved while she was gone for days, but the clever animals had managed to jump the fence and graze outside the paddock.
When she returned to fill their troughs, they wandered back in of their own accord.
[Hello, everyone. Are you all right?]
She washed the dirt from their hides, milked the swollen udders, filled a large container to the brim, and loaded it onto an empty cart. Then she scrawled a note and fixed it to the side.

Even if the merchants cut ties with her, she wouldn’t blame them—but Bilkenos itself had been in chaos lately, so perhaps they would forgive the lapse.
Grayson walked toward the reindeer.
[Come on, everyone, time to eat… Oh.]
Several of the animals pressed against the fence, trembling with fear. These were creatures that had once followed her so faithfully, but as she approached, they scattered and bolted.
[Sorry. I suppose the smell of death is rather unpleasant, isn’t it?]
She smiled ruefully, lifting her arm to her nose and sniffing.
Of course, her sense of smell was long dead; there was nothing to detect.
She had gone to the riverbank to draw water earlier and caught her reflection in the surface.
One eye was missing.
Her once-pale cheeks were rotting away, pocked with deep holes. Bone gleamed bare and white at her shoulder.
A ghastly sight.
She couldn’t bear to look at herself any longer and turned away, as though refusing what lay before her.
—The Undead are not yet completely dead, the boy had said.
The voice of the young Necromancer who had saved her echoed in her mind.
He had spoken clearly.
If she truly cared for her father, if she carried guilt for the Northern Region, then she must resolve it herself.
But she must not delude herself.
I am no longer human.
I cannot deliver milk to the Grand Duke’s Castle anymore, cannot speak with the merchants who come to buy. I cannot use today’s earnings to visit Bilkenos and buy bread, cannot gossip with friends my own age.
All that remains is to tend the farm in her father’s stead—quietly—and then disappear.
—When your Lingering Attachments fade, then we can talk, he had said.
Those words had given her some comfort.
It was easier to bear, knowing he had said such things.
She was heading to the storage shed to tidy up, broom handle in hand, when—
[Oh.]
An old man stepped out of the house.
His eyes were clouded and unfocused, his hair white with age, his limbs gaunt and twisted.
A man suffering from severe dementia—he could not remember his own daughter, much less her name.
It was Grayson’s Father.
[Father! You shouldn’t come outside like this—!]
She stopped dead in her tracks.
She had nearly called out by habit before catching herself in shock.
She could not approach him—not like this.
In the moment she turned away—
“Grayson?”
Her footsteps froze.
“Is that you, Grayson?”
She turned back, her face trembling.
A rotting corpse. A decaying visage. A skeletal frame with bone laid bare.
And yet—
“Where have you been? You’re back now.”
To him, she looked exactly the same.
[Father.]
She stepped closer.
[Do you remember me? Do you remember my name?]
“Of course I do. It’s the name I gave you.”
“You don’t even remember Father’s name, do you?”
“I may forget a name someone else gave me, but a name I gave myself… I won’t forget that.”
Her father smiled.
“Grayson. My daughter.”
Her shoulders trembled.
A broken body that could no longer shed tears.
And yet.
‘Thank you, thank you, Simon.’
Even in a body like this.
She felt grateful that she had chosen to stay.
‘I’m truly grateful you gave me this chance.’

* * *
The next day.
Simon and Kamibarez finished their preparations and emerged into the courtyard of the Grand Duke’s Castle.
There was no blizzard or bitter cold as usual.
A clear blue sky stretched overhead.
Two robed attendants from Kizen had unfurled a Teleport Magic Circle in the courtyard and stood waiting.
“Thank you for your efforts, students.”
“We are ready to depart.”
The attendants bowed. Simon and Kamibarez walked toward the Magic Circle, following them.
Northern crowds gathered like clouds, coming for one last glimpse of the two.
‘Wow.’
Simon smiled brightly, taking in the scene around him.
Over the course of more than two weeks, he had grown familiar with many faces.
Warriors who fought and brawled whenever they met at the tavern, the innkeeping couple, the Northern generals, even the young knight who’d caused such a spectacle in the meeting hall.
They all clapped their hands and cheered.
“Safe travels, brother! Come visit the North anytime!”
“It was an honor to fight alongside you!”
It was a far cry from the reception they’d received when they first arrived in the Northern Region.
“Kamibarez! Safe travels!”
“We’ll never forget you!”
“Thank you! Your help meant everything!”
Kamibarez waved goodbye to the people she’d grown close to, her eyes glistening with tears. Burly, mustachioed men rushed forward to hand her lunch boxes filled with the foods she’d said she enjoyed.
As they walked further, familiar faces appeared. Butler Godric and General Ganiro.
“Thank you for saving the Northern Region. Young master, Lady Kamibarez. We will never forget this.”
Godric, whose expression had always been sour, now wept as he grasped their hands and shook them. Simon exchanged farewells with him and turned to General Ganiro.
“Is your arm alright?”
“Ha! It’s fine. A mere arm, nothing to worry about.”
Since the Northern Region had been liberated, Ganiro, who had once been rather temperamental, had become wonderfully straightforward.
And finally, the Grand Duke, standing before the Teleport Magic Circle, smiled and gestured with her chin.
“You should say something, General.”
“Yes! Everyone, listen!”
The eager general stepped forward and raised his arms.
“The North was an abandoned land! No one would fight alongside us! Reinforcements turned a blind eye, and watchers sought only to use us. So we gritted our teeth and swore an oath! We would need no one’s help—we would fight with our own strength alone! But!”
He stretched his arm to point at Simon and Kamibarez.
“There were people who came to our aid! Though they were not born here, though they were not of the North! These complete strangers risked their lives to fight at our side!”
Roooaaarrr!
The warriors roared in response. The general spread both arms wide.
“You are our friends! When you return to Kizen, whatever troubles may come, the North stands with you alone! We would gladly turn the entire continent into our enemy and march forth to fight for our friends!”
Waaaahhhhhhhh!
The excited warriors’ voices grew hoarse.
That’s right!
Bring them all on!
Let’s fight!
Everyone cheered. The Grand Duke nodded with a smile, and the warriors stood ready once more for battle.
Ganiro drew a sharp breath and unsheathed his sword, raising it high.
“The North!”
Shiiing! Shiiing!
Weapons rose from all directions. Not just the warriors—merchants raised arrows high, women brandished daggers, and riders waved the Northern banners toward the sky.
“I won’t forget the ‘pride’ you’ve shown me!”
Silence descended after the tumultuous cheers faded.
All that remained were eyes brimming with trust.
Yet it felt like a perfect hush had settled over everything.
Simon smiled and clenched his fist, raising it high toward the sky.
Kamibarez, overcome with emotion, covered her mouth with one hand while lifting the other in kind.
The subordinates, understanding nothing of what had transpired, could only stand bewildered.
‘In the world… is this really that stubborn, closed-off Northern Region?’
‘…What on earth happened while we were away?’
Simon and Kamibarez concluded their remarks and approached the Grand Duke one last time. She grinned crookedly and wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders.
“Forgive an old commander, you young ones. When I put force into my lungs, I become foolish in my age.”
“Haha.”
“Thank you for coming to the North.”
She spoke in a warm voice.
“I hope we can meet again soon.”
The two responded with vigor.
“Yes!”
The Grand Duke looked at Simon.
“Cheeky one.”
“Yes, Grand Duke.”
“Give my regards to your father. And…”
She hesitated for a moment, fumbling for words, before letting out a quiet hum and offering an awkward smile.
“Would it… be alright if I wrote to you?”
Simon grinned.
“I’ll be waiting!”
The final day in the Northern Region.
With clear skies unlike the first day, warm hearts all around them, and countless rounds of applause and cheers, Simon and Kamibarez returned to school with their heads held high.

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After returning to Kizen.
Everything seemed perfect.
“Why are you both so late! This is a disaster!”
Until they stepped back into the Student Council Room.
Merin called out loudly, her sky-blue hair streaming behind her.
“Aezel’s returned!”

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