Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 654
[Who are you?]
It was a very cold voice as if he had no interest in others.
Simon chose his words for a split second before opening his mouth.
As much as possible. quick and short.
“My name is Simon Pollentia from Keyzen! I came here to northern Kalos under Nephthys-sama’s instructions.”
After saying that he politely held out the letter with Nephthys’ seal on it but the light in the helmet’s eyes didn’t even look at it.
[I have never allowed outsiders to visit.]
flutter!
When the Grand Duke turned his back the red cloak fluttered violently.
[And the situation in the north is not free enough to teach newbies.]
The Archduke tugged at the reins.
[Get out of the way.]
The Archduke moved past Simon followed by countless phantom Dullahans. Simon unable to move among the marching horses had to stand in a daze until the whole army left.
After all the undead finally sortied out only a fleeting wind of dust blew around.
‘Whoa.’
Simon put the letter from Nephthys back into his arms as he watched the Archduke and the undead soldiers quickly move away.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. It felt exhausting just to face him face to face.
‘It’s incredibly powerful.’
The first meeting was not good but instead of feeling intimidated Simon was even more inflamed.
What kind of person is the Grand Duke of the North? What kind of life did he live and what values did he have?
Rather I was more curious. I wanted to talk to that senior corps commander somehow.
[Haha! As expected it’s on the doorstep! What are you going to do now? boy!]
Peer who was watching smiled rather happily. Simon also raised the corner of her mouth.
“I’ll have to keep pampering and hold on until I meet you.”
Simon headed to the Grand Duke’s castle.
* * *
Right after the Phantom Dyurahan troops left the gate was open. There weren’t any guards guarding it so Simon could easily enter the castle.
‘hmm.’
It was small and modest in scale to be said to be the residence of the famous human hero the Grand Duke of the North.
It seemed to be thoroughly designed for defense against foreign enemies but there were no facilities related to luxury and entertainment which are inevitably present in a noble’s dwelling. There are no common statues fountains or lawns to be seen.
Most of the buildings seemed to be used as weapon storage food storage or civilian shelters.
Simon reached the entrance careful not to step on horse dung. The thick iron door was open and he slipped through it.
“Excuse me!”
Unlike the sleet outside it was warm inside. You can hear the sound of a bonfire burning and monsters’ fur is everywhere.
And there was one person inside the castle.
He has a blunt look stubborn eyebrows a hook on his right arm instead of a hand and one eye is wearing an eyepatch. Plenty of chest hair is visible through the long-worn tattered shirt.
“No show.”
It was the man’s first words.
Simon said politely.
“My name is Simon Pollentia from Keygen.”
“What is keygen?”
Simon paused for a moment.
Until now while working as a student I met only people who were surprised or disbelieved when I revealed the name Kizen. Such a plain reaction was new.
“I came to meet the Grand Duke at the direction of Nephthys.”
He choked and licked his lips. Even when the name of Nephthys was mentioned he was indifferent.
‘As expected the atmosphere itself is different in the north.’
In the northern part of Kalos news is slow to spread due to geographical factors and the northerners who are struggling to survive day by day have no interest or interest in how the outside world goes.
So it was a common repertoire in the North to flirt only with their status and get beaten up and kicked out by the Northerners.
This is a world where only the logic of thorough power prevails in this barren and many foreign enemies. In the eyes of the northerners even the noble royals are seen as trash because they have a lot of subcutaneous fat and can’t run properly.
The man looked Simon up and down then lifted the dust bag with a not very trustworthy look.
“The Grand Duke is not a very leisurely person. It will probably be difficult to meet him.”
“By the way who are you?”
“I am Godric the butler of this castle.”
Is that person a butler?
He looked like a warrior who would rush out into the battlefield at any moment and pull off a goblin head with strong forearms.
Of course it would be difficult to hold the sword with that hooked hand.
“I wonder when the Grand Duke will return.”
“You just went out so you’ll be back in the evening.”
“Is it okay if I wait here until evening?”
Godric let out a sigh.
“I won’t stop you if you wait but I won’t meet you even if I wait.”
“I’ll wait.”
said Simon perched on a nearby chair. Butler Godric left to clean another window.
In the first place it didn’t seem like he was in the mood to be treated so Simon waited in a daze.
continuation of waiting.
After sitting on a hard chair for two hours my back started to hurt. Simon gets up and stretches.
‘huh?’
Looking out the window I saw a woman whimpering and pushing a cart that had gotten stuck in the mud.
The donkey leading the cart was struggling but nothing.
Simon slowly rose from his seat.
* * *
“Thank you so much for your help!”
Simon took out the skeletons and helped the wagon out of the mud. The woman bowed her head and thanked her.
“Of course I have to help.”
Simon said as he looked at her.
The women of the northerners also had quite good physiques. Maybe the skeleton is different but he’s tall has wide shoulders and thick arms. She had a long apron and something like a white towel wrapped around her head.
She smiled.
“You must be an outsider.”
“Oh yes. How did you know?”
She pretended to run her palm up and down my face.
“You can tell that he has a neat face so he’s a noble boy. What? In this neighborhood if a man doesn’t grow a beard they say he looks like a girl.”
“…Ahaha.”
There was a reason why there were so many hairy people in this neighborhood.
I should have come with a beard.
“My name is Grayson.”
“This is Simon Pollentia.”
Simon walked side by side with Grayson and talked about this and that. Perhaps thanks to her help she was the first person from the north to be kind to Simon.
What was in the cart was milk. She seemed to run a reindeer farm nearby with her father.
Simon asked her what he was curious about as if he had been waiting.
“You want to be accepted by the northerners?”
She thought for a moment then said.
“mustache?”
“…Except for that.”
“Hahaha! Just kidding. Well well I was born and raised here so I took it for granted so it’s kind of hard to explain to outsiders. Uhm how to say…”
She thought for a moment before opening her mouth.
“Pride!”
“Are you proud?”
“Yes! Northerners are all proud.”
She raised her index finger.
“It is called the pride of guardianship! I protect my land my family and my territory! Even a newborn baby is no exception so there is a custom of never changing a cradle once it has been used. I mean keep it.”
Northerners don’t run away.
Their daily life is war and daily life and battle are inseparable.
Even if you went to the riverside to hang out the laundry for a while there were frequent cases where you had to pull out the dagger hanging from your waist and fight monsters. It is a daily routine to slash two or three monsters until you return home.
If they had refused to risk their lives and fled at every risk of death the northern part would not have been maintained.
I hold fast to what has been given to me. The duty has been passed down as a tradition for a long time and has developed into pride in the process of fulfilling the duty.
The pride of guardianship united the northerners.
“Northern people are respected by each other as ‘keepers’. Those who run away because their lives are precious or lose what they have to protect are criticized as cowards. Warriors risking their lives several times a day to fight for pride. From their point of view it can’t look good on outsiders snooping around for money and trying to get something to eat in the North.”
Simon nodded.
‘The pride of the guardian.’
I understood what that meant.
However as an outsider right now how can he prove Suho’s pride? Simon’s agony deepened.
* * *
After parting with Grayson Simon returned to the Grand Duke’s castle.
A series of endless waiting. Godric the butler didn’t seem to care at all about what Simon was doing so Simon decided to walk around the castle and take a look.
creak-
In the old castle the trees on the old floor made a sound like a chorus whenever you walked. From the appearance of the old castle it was possible to know how difficult the financial situation in the north was.
‘oh.’
As I walked like that I found a place where portraits of successive northern grand dukes filled one wall all the way.
All of them were black-haired strong and rough with thick beards. His eyes like a hawk are impressive enough to lead the reckless Northerners.
‘I guess the Grand Duke’s face is similar to these people?’
The Grand Duke I saw at that time was wearing a helmet so I couldn’t see his face. Simon walked around the castle and entered an open room.
This was the Grand Duke’s office. There were no personal items. Weapons and armor used by the Archduke including training tools were on display.
The armor is unified with the same type of black plate armor. It seemed that he only wore the same design of armor every time.
When Simon approaches and touches the helmet.
“Duke! Great big trouble! Big trouble!”
A raucous cry was heard outside.
“What’s going on? The Grand Duke just went to war.”
I heard the voice of Godric the butler. When Simon went out of his office he saw a messenger with snow on his head gasping for breath.
“The Barnsdale estate is under attack! The number of undead invaders is estimated to be over 500! There are also named classes!”
“500?”
Godric’s mouth fell open.
“How can no one know while a force of that size is moving!”
“Looks like they came in through a route we don’t know. We need an archduke and knights!”
“The Archduke went to Dondra just a few hours ago! Barnesdale is where the Archduke’s relatives live. First issue an evacuation order!”
“There’s no way the people of Barnesdale will follow you! We will fight even if it means being annihilated!”
It was then.
“I’ll go.”
The heads of the two turned upwards.
From the second floor railing I saw a blue-haired boy raising his hand. The messenger burst into annoyance.
“It’s not a place for a young guy…!”
“Even if it looks like this it’s a necromancer from Kizen.”
Simon lifted the Archduke’s helmet he had just brought over his head and slowly put it on his head.
It fit just right as if it were his original pitch.
Taat!
Simon jumped off the railing and landed lightly.
The butler and the messenger flinched and stepped aside.
“I have a good idea.”
Dark blue eyes flashed between his helmets.
NECROMANCER ACADEMY’S GENIUS SUMMONER CHAPTER 655
