Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 93

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy — Chapter 93
“Run, Simon!”
Kamibarez fired Blood Bullets in rapid succession, striking down the students pursuing them.
The range and velocity far exceeded those of ordinary explosive Blood Bullets—she moved like a sniper.
Protected by her covering fire, Simon sprinted at full speed without obstruction, and finally—
—Class A student Simon has confirmed entry into the Mansion.
His foot crossed the threshold. Hearing the automated announcement, Simon exhaled deeply and placed his hands on his knees.
“Am I late?”
Loraine, waiting inside, waved casually at him. She was in the process of sending a skeletal horse back into a Subspace.
“There was a bit of trouble on the way.”
Simon wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve as he answered.
“Oh my—looks like I’m the last one here!”
Serne was approaching the Mansion entrance.
Around her, a dozen students desperately shielded her from a barrage of attacks, taking the blows meant for her. Protected by their escort, Serne strolled toward the entrance without expending the slightest effort.
—Class C student Serne has confirmed entry into the Mansion.
“Thank you for your service, my slaves.”
She snapped her fingers.
Feathers clinging to the students’ bodies scattered into nothingness. As their minds cleared, they glanced around in bewilderment.
“Huh? What?”
“Why am I here?”
Loraine narrowed her eyes and approached Serne.
“Don’t you think that’s a bit underhanded? You’re clearly strong enough to make it on your own—why drag other students into it?”
“I was simply utilizing my abilities within the rules.”
Serne giggled.
“If it bothers you, tell my mother and have me expelled. Go ahead.”
“Don’t spout nonsense. I won’t let you get your way that easily.”
The two began to bristle at each other. Caught between them, Simon sighed inwardly.
‘Being sandwiched between these two is absolutely draining. For real.’
“Simon!”
Kamibarez rushed over and seized his hand firmly.
“Thank goodness! Really, thank goodness! Are you alright? You’re not hurt anywhere?”
……
At the sight of her worry, so genuine and heartfelt, Simon felt his irritation melt away. His chest grew oddly tight.
Yes, this is what living among people means.
“I’m fine, Kamibarez. Thanks for back there.”
Kamibarez’s eyes widened in surprise, and she released his hand. Looking down shyly at her feet, she then lifted her head and smiled bashfully.
“So—Simon?”
Serne called his name and drew closer. Simon felt his body stiffen reflexively.
“You owe me a big favor now, don’t you?”
“…Yeah. Thanks for helping me out.”
He had no choice but to admit it. Serne raised her index finger to her lips and smiled wickedly.
“Hmm, I do enjoy these tender moments. What should I ask you to do?”
“I may owe you, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to grant wishes or anything.”
“I know, I know. So then……”
“Simon!!”
Bang!
Merin returned from her clash with Elisa, storming over with a fierce and intimidating air.
She thrust Serne’s face away with a sharp push before positioning herself in front of Simon. Serne made a yelping sound and pretended to stumble, but Merin paid her no mind.
“I warned you! I told you to avoid that girl at all costs!”
“Uh? Yeah, um…”
“So why are you standing right next to her?!”
“There were circumstances……”
At that moment, Serne wrapped her arms around Merin’s arm with a playful grin.
“Kyaah! It’s Merin! What are you doing here?”
“Oh, get lost!”
Merin shoved her face away with a vicious voice. Serne pouted and made a petulant expression.
“Whimper. You’re so mean. Seri just wants to be friends with Merin.”
“Seri can freeze to death! Stop it—you’re giving me chills!”
Merin recoiled, her voice sharp with disgust. Then, as if remembering something, her eyes sharpened.
“And you—you stuck feathers on me without me knowing, didn’t you?”
“Huh?”
“Why would I attack Simon? This is your doing!”
Serne tilted her head, puzzled.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Don’t play dumb!”
Merin’s face flushed crimson with rage. Serne made a clicking sound and wagged her index finger side to side.
“And my ability doesn’t create emotions that don’t exist—it amplifies what’s already there. Merin threw herself at Simon because she was simply indulging her own feelings, not because I made her do it…….”
“Stop spouting nonsense and just drop dead!”
The two began grappling with each other. Though calling it a fight was generous—it was essentially Merin dealing one-sided blows while Serne took them.
Crash!
“Serne!”
A voice so enormous it made the entire Mansion resonate echoed through the space. Serne offered a bitter smile.
“Well, I’m just a woman drowning in sin, aren’t I?”
“?”
Striding into the Mansion was none other than Special Rank number 10, Malcom Rendolph.
“You bastard!”
He reached her in a single stride and seized her by the collar, lifting her up. She offered no resistance, letting her arms hang limp.
“You dare manipulate me into doing something so humiliating?”
“My goodness—I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about…….”
Slam!
Malcom hurled Serne to the ground with brutal force. As she crashed down, murmurs rippled through the watching crowd.
“……It has to be you.”
Malcom spoke through gritted teeth.
“You’re the only one capable of degrading someone like that! How dare you toy with me like a dog?”
Serne, sprawled on the floor, said nothing, simply wiping the blood trickling from her lip with the back of her hand. The rod in Malcom’s grip trembled with tension.
“To hell with the Ivory Tower and everything else—you deserve a beating.”
As Malcom raised the rod with a flourish, Simon appeared like a shadow from behind, gripping the shaft firmly.
“……!”
“Stop.”
Malcom strained his arm, but it didn’t budge an inch. His eyes darted backward in alarm.
“What are you doing?!”
“This is a Non-Combat Zone.”
Malcom gritted his teeth and strained with both hands, but he couldn’t overcome Simon’s grip strength.
With many students watching, the sudden humiliation sent blood rushing to his face. He pivoted and leveled his left hand at Simon’s head.
“Just die……!”
Whoosh.
A Black Dagger slipped silently past Malcom’s eye.
It embedded itself in the wall with a soft thud.
Loraine, seated at a table with her legs crossed, sipping juice, watched him with crimson eyes.
‘……Loraine Arkbold. You too!’
It was merely the act of throwing a dagger, but Malcom felt the strength drain from his entire body.
His will to fight evaporated; the tension in the rod released, and Simon let go as well.
“Damn……!”
Malcom shoved Simon’s shoulder and stomped up the stairs. The silent surroundings erupted in murmurs the moment he vanished from sight.
“You alright, Serne?”
Simon extended his hand, asking.
Serne smiled brightly, took his hand, and pulled herself up. Merin stood beside them with her arms crossed, wearing an extremely displeased expression.
“Thank you, Simon.”
“Good. So we’re even now…….”
“Not so fast~”
Serne’s eyes crinkled with amusement.
“You don’t actually think we’re square just because you swatted away a little mouse that dared poke the lion’s whiskers, do you?”
Simon looked uncomfortable.
He’d hoped to brush past it, but clearly that wasn’t going to work.
“If you want compensation, ask Malcom. He’s alive thanks to you, after all~”
Serne left those words hanging and disappeared with a wave. Loraine, who’d finished her juice, stretched luxuriously and left as well, saying she was going to shower.
“Oh right—where’s Dick?”
Simon turned to Kamibarez and asked.
“We’re waiting for him too.”
“I thought he’d be here first.”
About ten minutes remained. The students who had been guarding the perimeter of the Mansion were now drifting inside one by one.
Team 7’s members continued waiting at the entrance for Dick.
“Merin. Have you seen Dick at all, even for a moment?”
“…… No, I haven’t.”
She answered curtly and turned her head away. Why did she seem to be in such a bad mood?
Now only five minutes remained. The students surged in for one final push, and Elisa and the others who had been guarding the perimeter until the very end entered as well.
“How dare you sink my ghost ship?”
Elisa stormed in and fixed a glare on Merin, her expression dark. Merin laughed and waved her hand dismissively.
“If you’re bothered, challenge me anytime. I’ll sink all your other ships too.”
“Ugh……!”
Elisa trembled with rage, but held her tongue and turned away. Simon blinked at the sight.
“You fought Special Rank Seven and won?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say I won exactly, but matchups matter, you know.”
Merin laughed softly, looking as though she had something to be confident about.
“Now it’s the countdown to heading home!”
The students waiting at the entrance began a loud ten-second countdown. Everyone watched the doorway with tension.
“5!”
“4!”
“3!”
“2……!”
And the moment they were about to count to one, Dick stepped into the Mansion with an unhurried stride.
“Hahaha! Success!”
“Dick!”
Beeeeeeeep!
-The Survival Island has ended. All students must cease combat and wait in a safe location.
-Students outside the Mansion will undergo sequential Forced Teleport. Once the teleportation circle appears, absolutely do not leave the building.
“Wooooooo!”
“It’s over!”
“Forget the monsters—let’s go get some steak!”
“Who wants to hit up Rochester tonight?”
The students inside the Mansion cheered and savored their joy. Simon grinned and high-fived Dick.
“What were you doing to be so late?”
Dick chuckled.
“Just waited nearby until it was safe, cutting it close. Why risk danger when you don’t have to?”
“I’m so glad you made it, Dick!”
“Safe? You came in with one second left! Honestly, you’re impossible!”
Simon settled onto a nearby sofa, leaning against the backrest. The thought of returning to Kizen made his body feel heavy and languid.
Clink. Clink.
That was when Hector approached Simon, dragging loose scales that rattled against his body. The three people nearby flinched and watched him warily.
“…… Simon Polenthia.”
Simon looked up at Hector. What did he want to say now?
“That monster that appeared on the Southern Island.”
Hector’s eyes gleamed as he continued.
“Did you kill it?”
Simon laughed softly and shook his head.
“Believe whatever you want.”
……
Hector stared at Simon in silence for a moment, then turned and climbed the stairs.

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Shortly after, all the first-year students returned to Kizen.
The dormitory bathrooms and public bathhouses were crowded with students. Those who had washed up at the Mansion changed clothes and headed straight to Rochester, while others immediately sought out food.
And.
“Yes, everything went smoothly. Of course~ It’s fine.”
Serne was speaking to someone through a Communication Crystal.
-What happened with persuading Simon Polenthia?
“Ah, that failed~”
Serne answered easily.
“He’s not the type threats or coercion work on.”
-No wonder he’s Special Rank One. Then we’ll proceed with the original plan. Starting this week, once we begin the operation…….
“But here’s the thing.”
Serne interrupted the man, cutting through his words.
“Does he really have to die?”
-Yes. There’s no helping it. If he’s not with us, he becomes the enemy. We should hurry before Kizen catches on and moves—
“Uncle.”
She gazed down at the Communication Crystal, propping her chin on her palm with an amused smile playing at her eyes.
“You’re working awfully hard, aren’t you? Could it be you’re interested in the Legion Commander position?”
Confusion flickered across the man’s face in the crystal’s display.
-That, that’s not what I—! You’re saying too much!
“Aha! My apologies. I was only joking.”
She waved her hand dismissively.
“As someone working in the field firsthand, and as the heir to the Ivory Tower, I’m issuing new orders.”
-Pardon?
“Give me a little more time.”
-That, that’s to say—!
A smile crossed her face.
“Simon is irreplaceable. Eliminating him to seize the Legion would be a mistake. I’ll take the time to persuade him slowly.”
-That’s—! Please reconsider! This concerns the very future of the Ivory Tower! No matter how much of an heir you are, you can’t make such a critical decision on your own—!
“I’ll speak to Father myself. I take full responsibility. Understood?”
She unilaterally terminated the communication.
With an elegant gesture, the feathered bird carrying the teacup stepped forward. She took the cup and sipped the coffee.
A soft sigh of satisfaction.
Savoring the sweetness, she gazed upward at the ceiling, a peculiar smile touching her lips.
“I’m looking forward to what comes next. Simon.”
Thus, the Ivory Tower’s extremist faction’s assassination plan against Simon was indefinitely suspended by Serne’s full authority.

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