Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 97

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy Chapter 97
Even as Simon stepped out of the exhibition, his mind remained consumed by thoughts of the ‘Overlord’ he’d glimpsed at the end.
The gelatinous Undead had struck him with such fresh astonishment that he could easily fill several pages of a report on the Overlord alone.
“Thanks for all your hard work today, Simon!”
As the carriage carried them back to the mansion, Shun spoke up.
“Tomorrow’s protection detail will begin at the evening banquet for the exhibition.”
“A banquet?”
“Yes! A meal with members of our Oldwen Family and distinguished guests who came to the exhibition. And the day after tomorrow, the exhibition opens to the general public.”
Simon nodded.
“I was planning to arrive early in the morning.”
“No need! There’s nothing to prepare beforehand. Just arrive two hours before the banquet.”
For a job worth 1,000 gold, the benefits were better than expected.
With that, the carriage arrived at the mansion, and Shun waved goodbye as he entered with the servants.
During the protection detail, all accommodation costs would be covered by the Count’s household. The head butler had said Simon could stay at the mansion, but he declined—he had his own practice he wanted to do alone in a quiet place.
So Simon chose a small cottage located a bit away from the core district of Blue Harbor.
A modest one-story house with a view of the night sea. The price was cheap, and with few people around at night, it wouldn’t matter if his Undead came and went.
[Alright, Legion Commander! Ta-da!]
To match Erzsebet’s spirits, he’d shared wine and a meal with her in the evening, and he’d let the Corpse Spiders roam freely across the sandy beach to feed on insects and small creatures as they pleased.
Right after finishing the meal, Simon entered his room alone.
‘Not a single moment can be wasted.’
His goal for this assignment was to elevate his Bone Armor to the next level.
Taking a deep breath to clear his mind, he gathered enough of the Dark Element into his body, stood up, and summoned two Skeletons from his pocket dimension to place on either side.
‘Bone Armor!’
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
The Skeletons’ bodies began to decompose and adhere to Simon’s frame piece by piece.
He didn’t expect to reach the level Aaron had shown him once, where the entire body was completely covered. The most important thing was whether he could connect the bones in the limbs to enhance his full-body strength.
‘Focus. Focus.’
Placing large bones as pillars wasn’t difficult, but the moment the smaller bones settled into place, his balance lurched dangerously.
To succeed with Bone Armor, he had to completely overturn—worse, twist—the ‘sequence of bone connections’ he’d mastered both theoretically and instinctively. Vertebrae would slot into the joints of arm bones; leg bones and neck bones would fuse together. And since he was using two Skeletons, bones from different skeletons would interlock chaotically.
Breaking free from that creeping sense of wrongness, he had to deliberately arrange the bones solely to match the form of an ‘armor.’
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
His concentration snapped. While he was adjusting his arm, the rib cage he’d neglected collapsed, and the connected sections unraveled like dominoes.
Simon dropped to his knees, gasping for breath.
“Ugh! Hah!”
This was harder than he’d expected. Even preparing the Mud Golem hadn’t been this demanding.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt such a high wall in summoning magic.
‘Again!’
He sprang to his feet and kept attempting the Bone Armor until he got it right.
[Legion Commander~ your stomach’s had plenty of time to settle, right? I brought a snack!]
Erzsebet, holding a plate of food in one hand, paused at the threshold. Then she made a shushing sound at the Corpse Spiders trailing behind her.
The spiders, who’d been scurrying forward with juice and pudding balanced on their bodies, stopped in their tracks.
[The Legion Commander really is a serious practice fiend.]
—Kiiiiii!
[You idiots, he’s not the kind of insect you eat, so don’t get excited.]
Erzsebet quietly closed the door behind her.

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“Simon! You made it?”
Shun, dressed in neat formal wear, greeted Simon as he entered the Banquet Hall.
“What’s with that tired face? I gave you rest time.”
“No, I’m fine.”
Simon forced a smile.
In truth, he’d spent most of his rest time on Bone Armor training and had depleted himself somewhat, but he’d taken enough catnaps in between to be in proper condition for the job.
“Do I need to change clothes?”
“You’re already wearing the perfect outfit.”
Shun gestured to the refined Kizen school uniform Simon had on.
“Your hair just needs a little touch-up.”
The moment Shun snapped his fingers, a rough hand suddenly grabbed Simon’s wrist from behind. In an instant, Simon found himself seated in a chair in the adjacent room, sputtering protests.
“W-why are you doing this?”
“We’re beginning the styling. Your eyes might water.”
Squeak, squeak!
A middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform began sprinkling something onto Simon’s hair.
Simon, whose eyes were already stinging, shut them quickly. Shun, following behind, giggled playfully.
“Wow! Brother’s scalp is stretching out like flour dough!”
“……Keep quiet.”
With his hair styling finally complete, Simon moved into the Banquet Hall alongside Shun.
Before the antique tables, freshly prepared dishes were displayed in lavish buffet fashion. Even the smallest pieces of tableware looked expensive.
“Our position is here.”
Before the fountain inside, not far from the main entrance of the Banquet Hall. Shun settled onto the edge of the fountain and continued.
“When guests arrive, greet them, exchange pleasantries, and send them inside. That’s all there is to it.”
“Got it. Understood.”
“The guests will probably say a word or two when they see you in that Kizen uniform. Just play along! You can do this, right?”
“I’ll give it a try.”
Simon straightened his necktie and steeled himself. Just then, the butler standing at the main entrance spoke.
“Count, guests are arriving.”
“Right! Let’s begin.”
The doors opened, and a gentleman in formal dress and a lady in an evening gown entered hand in hand. The butler called out loudly.
“Lord Kinola Oldwen and Lady Sophie Oldwen are now entering.”
Oldwen—the same family as Shun.
Simon quickly absorbed the situation and read the atmosphere. The Kinola couple stood before Shun.
“Welcome, Uncle!”
“Ah! It’s an honor to meet you, Count Shun.”
The two exchanged brief pleasantries. Perhaps due to his status as a count, Shun did not bow first.
‘All right, focus.’
The Dark Alliance had its own customs and ceremonies in each nation.
Currently, the Alliance consisted of four kingdoms.
The Dresden Kingdom, with Lankestin—near Kizen—as its capital.
The Baldwin Kingdom, which included Reshill, Simon’s hometown.
The Kalos Kingdom, which included Arnish, the site of Simon’s first mission.
And in the north, the isolated-feeling Shaheed Kingdom, though nominally part of the Alliance.
Among these, Blue Harbor belonged to the Baldwin Kingdom. He knew their customs well.
Once their conversation ended, the Kinola couple approached Simon.
“Uncle! This is the Special Grade 1 Student who came from Kizen!”
“Ah, so this is……!”
“Simon Polentia, at your service.”
Simon smiled gently, bowed his head, then shook his hand. To the lady, he offered a light kiss on the back of her hand.
“We are honored that a student from Kizen has graced our family’s exhibition in person.”
“It is I who am truly grateful—called upon by the Count himself, this is a great privilege.”
After exchanging a few words, Simon straightened his posture again and bowed his head once more.
Simon had come as a bodyguard, and it was only proper that, having been introduced by the Count himself, he should not linger in prolonged conversation. The Kinola couple, understanding this, made their way into the Banquet Hall.
“Baron Ryan Davey, Lord of the Galan Territory, now enters!”
Simon’s mind spun. Galan was a territory of the Dresden Kingdom.
This time, Simon greeted him in Dresden fashion.
Over the following minutes, about ten more guests arrived in succession, but Simon handled each with flawless ease. The way he adapted to each guest’s nationality, rank, and gender wasn’t merely competent—it was dazzling.
Shun watched in astonishment, actually kicking his legs against the fountain.
“How do you know all this stuff so well?”
“My father drilled etiquette into me strictly.”
He’d learned it through beatings each time he made a mistake. Back then, in that remote territory, he’d wondered why such rigorous instruction was necessary. Now he knew—no learning was ever wasted. Throughout the evening, Simon maintained an unwavering smile as he received each guest’s words.
“Forgive me, but I’m currently attending to the Count’s security.”
“I am honored to be here by the Count’s gracious invitation.”
“Yes, it’s all thanks to the Count.”
“Wouldn’t Count Shun know far more about such matters than I?”
The Kizen uniform stood out anywhere. So some guests showed more interest in Simon than in Shun. Each time, as he greeted people, Simon would step back and deliberately elevate Shun in their eyes.
‘Why the Oldwen family paid 1,000 gold to employ me for this task.’
He understood it well.
A brilliant trophy to illuminate this gathering with the prestige of Kizen’s Special Grade 1 Student.
And a kind of insurance policy—the special grade from Kizen vouching for the count’s legitimacy, steadying the uncertain, newly-inherited position of young Shun.
‘I’ll deliver the value of 1,000 gold exactly as you expect.’
No one in this room could look down on Shun.
Simon remained thoroughly in the background, focused entirely on elevating Shun’s presence. Even the household staff and servants smiled broadly as they watched Simon’s handling of the situation.
“You’re unusually thoughtful for someone your age.”
“Right. He understands his position perfectly.”
“Straightforward character. Respectful to his elders. No wonder the Oldwen Family is so keen to bring him in from Kizen.”
“Hush, hush. Pinch might hear you.”
The butler glanced around nervously.
“Speaking of which, where is Pinch?”

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At that very moment.
Pinch had slipped quietly away from the Banquet Hall and was checking to ensure no one lingered nearby. He withdrew a Communication Crystal from his coat and spoke in a measured tone.
“It’s me.”
—We’ve departed as planned. Should reach Blue Harbor in a couple of days.
A man’s voice came through the crystal, rough and accented.
“Understood. No issues on this end. All the family’s key people are gathered at the hall.”
—No issues? Our sources picked up some troubling rumors.
The man’s voice turned cold.
—A student from Kizen has arrived in Blue Harbor.
“Ah, there’s no need to worry. A Kizen student is just a first-year chick—hardly worth mentioning. If you’re that concerned, I’ll handle the brat myself. No need to fret.”
—A first-year, you say……
Pinch let out a low chuckle.
“What, getting nervous now?”
—Don’t provoke me, Necromancer. Whoever they are, we’ll wipe this island clean without leaving a blade of grass. So long as the payment comes through, of course.
“Of course. I, Pinch, guarantee it.”
A smile crept across his lips.
“Everything on this island will be yours.”

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