Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 669
“I think you should eat it in the bedroom.”
“what……?”
Apparently, this guy was really Jonah’s son.
The Grand Duke wrinkled his expression as if he was displeased.
“You’re cheeky, let’s see, and you climb all the way to the top of your head!”
Her voice rose.
“No matter how much I drank and looked weak, still talking about the bedroom? How much…!”
After a while.
She was lying on the bed with a puzzled expression. She smiled as Simon bought a blanket for her and put it over her.
“Then rest in peace. I’ll talk to the people outside.”
percussion.
Simon didn’t do anything, shut the door and left.
She touched my chin with a strangely frozen expression.
“Jonah’s son… is that right?”
* * *
After escorting the drunken Grand Duke to his bedroom, Simon returns to the banquet hall with a rather tired face and a bangs stroke.
Now that the Grand Duke, the only person who could control the northerners, had left, the party atmosphere was becoming even more shitty.
You can see an ax or knife stuck in the wall. There were people who were drooping in wine, or sleeping with their faces buried in oak barrels filled with wine.
“I planted a flag on the first one’s head!”
The man who was shaking the chair while saying this struck the forehead of the pathetic general standing next to him. You can see the general pulling out his sword.
Simon, who was watching the drunken northerners.
“…….”
At this party, I found one person who was exceptionally out of place.
He seemed uncomfortable with this party. He was restless, as if on a cushion of thorns, a skinny, bespectacled man rare in the North. The warriors around him either ignored him or openly despised him.
It seems that he is an outsider like Simon.
“!”
Then Simon and his eyes met. The man with glasses suddenly burst out laughing.
“?”
This time, even the gentle eye contact. The laughter gets thicker and thicker. Soon, he strode toward Simon.
“hello!”
He greeted Simon. I could feel the bloody gazes of some northerners moving to Simon.
“Oh, yes. Hello.”
Even so, there was no reason to refuse the handed greeting.
“You’re Simon Pollentia, a student from Keygen, right?”
“…How did you know that?”
“Ahaha, how do you know! How can you not know the current Kizen student council president?”
Unbelievable.
This man was truly an outsider.
In the North, things like status or positions outside the North are not given at all.
“here.”
At that time, the man handed Simon a letter in a subtle gesture, and spoke in a hushed voice.
“It’s from our master. Please read it. That, then I’m done.”
He could not bear the gaze of the northerners and walked to another place with a hunch. Simon fiddled with the letter in his bosom.
‘The owner sent it?’
The seal is touched on the surface of the letter.
I think it was sent by a nobleman.
He ran his fingers through the surface and tried imagining the shape of the seal in his head, but none of the sentences of the nobles Simon knew overlapped.
‘hmm.’
Simon slowly got up from his seat and moved on.
* * *
“Something cheeky!”
jump!
Just as the party atmosphere was ripening, the bedroom door suddenly opened and the archduke in training clothes shouted.
“As expected, I need to hear the answer now! Where are you?”
I couldn’t sleep.
I thought that now is the only time to talk.
“Come up now! I have a question for you about your father!”
As she made a fuss, all the warriors’ eyes turned to her.
“Oh.”
The faces of the northerners who had been flushed from the alcohol became even more red.
“As expected, Grand Duke! I will give my life!”
“I’ll follow you even to the ends of hell!”
Suddenly, the sound of warriors’ loyalty rising was heard.
An elderly warrior who looked older had tears in his eyes.
“Kuhup!
Wood deok!
With her bare hands, she tore off the scaffolding from the wall and threw it away. One of the warriors, beaten head-on, rolled over with blood spurting from her nose.
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“Did you want to lose everything?”
The warriors took a standing stance with faces completely free of alcohol.
“Godric! Where is my disciple!”
“Ah, Archduke.”
Godric the butler scratched the back of his head.
“Looks like he went outside. I saw something being handed over to ‘his’ servant.”
The Archduke’s expression hardened.
“what?”
* * *
Simon, who had escaped from the castle, was walking to the address written in the letter.
<Sir Simon Pollentia.>
<I have something to tell you. It’s about the secrets of the North. Let’s talk in a quiet place. Torringdon Voldmont Dream.>
There’s plenty of time left anyway. It seemed that even two lives would be less than two lives in a banquet hall with flying weapons, so Simon decided to meet the person who was looking for him.
The destination is a spacious mansion located quite far from the Grand Duke’s castle.
In terms of luxury, it was much better than the grand duke’s castle. Guards could be seen standing here and there, with clean-shaven faces and good armor. They seemed far away from the northerners.
“Thank you for visiting Countess Voldemont. What business did you come for?”
As Simon approached, two guards politely asked, crossing their windows.
‘He was a count.’
Simon handed out the letter without a word. Seeing the seal attached to the letter, they lowered their windows and bowed in greeting.
“Come in.”
As soon as Simon stepped into the garden, he saw a group of butlers and servants bowing in unison.
“welcome.”
“The Count is waiting for you.”
It was the first hospitality he had received since coming to the North, so Simon felt embarrassed.
At the same time, I wondered.
An ordinary count is the lord of a domain. However, the northern part of Kalos was the firm territory of Archduke Jean Arscalt, and there was no reason for a nobleman like a count to build a mansion separately.
‘I’ll know when I meet you.’
Simon put the letter in his arms and followed the guidance of the butlers.
“Count. Sir Simon Pollentia has come to visit.”
“Yes, tell them to come in.”
A cheerful voice is heard.
The door opened, and Simon went inside.
The interior is very well decorated, there are potted plants everywhere, and expensive masterpieces are hanging on the walls. There are old books on one side.
And a man who sat down and waved his hand cheerfully.
‘You’re younger than I thought.’
I came here thinking of a pot-bellied man up to my head, but his face is younger than I thought. He seemed to be the same age as Simon or a year or two older.
Simon greeted him according to the manners of Carlos, which he had learned during the King’s School class.
“Meet Count Voldmont…”
“Ah. You don’t have to be polite like that. Sit, sit.”
The count laughed and stood up.
“Would you like something? Hot tea? Or soft drink or wine?”
“Then tea please.”
No sooner had Simon finished speaking, the door opened and he saw a servant pulling a cart. Simon was surprised to see how many servants with carts were waiting behind him.
A servant put the teacup down in front of Simon’s table and poured it politely. It was a vibrant orange color, with a hint of fruit.
Simon held it up and took a sip.
‘oh.’
It was mouth-wateringly delicious. It tastes completely different from the bitter cold tea of the north.
“I’m glad it suits your taste.”
As Simon sipped his sweet tea, Count Baldmont smiled and sat down on the sofa across from him.
“How old are you this year?”
A somewhat out of the blue question for an aristocrat the size of a count to ask.
Simon put down the teacup and answered.
“I’m 18 years old.”
“Oh, well then we’re like friends! I’m a year older, but let’s just be comfortable talking to each other, okay?”
“but…….”
“Because it’s fine.”
Simon was forced to nod his head as Earl Baldmont kept begging him to speak.
“so.”
Simon said, wiping his mouth with the prepared handkerchief.
“I wonder why you called me.”
“Because I really wanted to meet you!”
The Count’s eyes lit up.
“Keyzen student! I didn’t even know that the student council president would come to the north. Are you really the student council president in the second year? That’s amazing!”
Simon’s eyes widened.
One of the biggest reasons I came here.
“How did you know I was Simon Pollentiago, the student council president?”
Simon is dispatched to the northern part of Kalos for a special class.
Only the Archduke and a few officials related to the Archduke, such as the butler Godric, know exactly both Simon’s name and identity. The rest simply call Simon a ‘disciple’ or an ‘outsider’.
However, people who know exactly who they are are suddenly appearing and asking to meet. Simon simply couldn’t get over it.
“I just heard from a friend.”
Voldmont didn’t answer much, but Simon nodded, putting information into his head that there was someone closely connected to Count Voldmont among the archduke’s greetings.
“Rather than that! Would you like to tell me a little about Kizen?”
Count Baldmont said with his eyes shining.
“I’ve only been educated by my family, so I’m really curious about what a necromancer school is like! I have a romance! Are you really locking the kids up on an island and making them fight each other?”
“There is such a thing.”
Simon told him a brief story about Kisen, which Count Baldmont was very satisfied with. In particular, when he told me the story of the darkness, he exclaimed and even clapped his hands.
“Oh, that sounds like fun.”
Count Baldmont looked up at the ceiling with dim eyes.
“If it weren’t for family matters, I would have gone to necromancer school.”
“Actually, I was curious about that.”
Simon dug in without missing a beat.
“The northern part of Kalos is the Grand Duke’s domain. Why is the Voldemort family here?”
The count smiled bitterly as if something had come. Then he lifted the teacup and took a sip of the tea.
“I am the Watcher.”
There may be differences between kingdoms, but at least in the kingdom of Kalos, the title of ‘grand duke’ is equal to the king in that territory.
Prior to the establishment of the present Four Kingdoms system, the North was an independent region not part of Kalos. The Arskalt family was in fact the king who ruled the north.
Carlos wanted to annex the northern territories somehow, but the risk was too great compared to the merits of starting a war and taking the northern territories.
Even if they took it away, how would they stop the influx of monsters and undead, and what kind of aristocrat would crawl into the northern village and fight? Above all, no noble had the ability to perfectly protect the north like the Arskalt family.
Eventually, the Kingdom of Kalos offered the Arscalt family the position of ‘grand duke’ equal to that of the king within the region. In fact, it felt like only the territory was painted as the Kingdom of Kalos, and the entire command of the north was held by the Grand Duke.
Of course, if the merger proceeds, the kingdom promised to provide food from the fertile lands of the south all year round. At the time, the family head of Arscalt, who was suffering from extreme food shortages, accepted the offer and entered Kalos, unable to bear seeing the residents starve to death.
“But the nobles of Kalos have always feared the military might of the North.”
said the Earl of Voldmont.
“I wanted it to have at least some safeguards. That’s what-“
“You’re a watcher.”
When Simon chimed in, the Earl of Voldmont took noticeably liking it.
“That’s right! Counts and above are directly stationed in the North, and are in charge of supporting and monitoring the North.”
“…Hmm, I don’t think other families would want to do that.”
“Actually, yes.”
Of all the counts who could rule their lands and live in peace, who would come to this troubled North? The Northern Warden was virtually the same place as the place of exile for nobles who had been defeated in the central political battle.
but.
“I volunteered myself.”
Count Baldmont put a pod in his hand and his eyes lit up.
“From the moment my father passed away and I became an earl, I asked His Majesty the King to serve as the watchdog of the North for us, House Voldemont.”
“…why?”
“This is the land of opportunity! Everyone is talking about places of exile because they don’t know what to do.”
The corners of his mouth rose, and Count Voldemort’s mask was removed in an instant.
“Actually, the North has a hidden secret.”
