Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 109

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School — Episode 109
The three first-year students, including Simon, exchanged various thoughts before the senior students returned.
The first-year boy wearing Glasses was named Fitzgerald.
He was an aspiring Summoning Studies student in Class M, and appeared to be a scholar type well-versed in theory. Though he hadn’t mastered all subjects like Merin, in his specialty of Summoning Studies alone he ranked among the top five in the entire school.
“I’ve heard about your Golem. I’ll admit it’s impressive.”
Fitzgerald adjusted his Glasses upward.
“But in the Final Evaluation, it’s inefficient. Once your opponent knows about your tactic of stacking Golems outside the Arena, it becomes hard to pull off.”
“I think so too.”
Simon nodded with a smile. Surprised by the ready agreement, Fitzgerald narrowed his eyes as he adjusted one of his frame’s temples slightly.
“Usually people get angry when you criticize their greatest confidence.”
“Why would I be angry? Criticism is always welcome. But if the Golem is as inefficient as you say, what would be a better approach?”
Fitzgerald launched into his answer as if he’d been waiting for the question.
“Pretend you’re building a Golem. Use feints with the most well-known Golem tactics to gain a psychological edge through mind games, then bring victory through other core elements. I’d judge that to be an effective strategy.”
Simon’s eyes widened in surprise. It matched exactly what he’d been thinking.
“And you are…….”
Fitzgerald shifted his gaze to look at Toto.
“Who are you?”
Toto gave a wry smile before answering quickly.
“Toto Amori from Class A, same as Simon! I’m also a Summoning Studies aspirant!”
No matter how many times Simon looked, Toto was remarkably short. Even compared to Kamibarez, who was female, he seemed smaller still.
He wondered if Hobbit blood from a different race might have mixed into his heritage.
“How’d you do in the Final Evaluation squad rankings?”
At the question, Toto’s expression clouded.
“The, the lower ranks……. Last time I was at the very bottom…….”
“I’d recommend you quit Summoning Studies right now and cling to Professor Bahil’s coattails instead.”
Fitzgerald advised flatly, adjusting his Glasses.
“I’m not trying to put you down. It’s just unavoidable if you want to survive in Kizen.”
“……!”
Toto’s fidgeting hands suddenly clenched into fists.
“I, I have no other talents besides Summoning Studies! And more than anything, seeing Simon’s first duel evaluation made it crystal clear to me!”
Toto’s gaze toward Simon carried a mixture of emotions.
Admiration and respect, and the pure competitive spirit of a rival in the same field.
“I think the way you live your Kizen life with conviction is the coolest thing in the world!”
“…….”
Fitzgerald uncrossed his arms from where they’d been folded.
Simon had been braced for more criticism about inefficiency, but——
“Coolness matters, though.”
With that, Fitzgerald turned his head away. Simon and Toto exchanged a puzzled glance.
Bang!
“First-years! Sorry I’m late!”
The female student with the cream-colored hair who had brought Simon came into the club room. The three first-years jumped to their feet.
“……Yawn, you’re here?”
Dio, who had been sleeping soundly on the sofa without a care, rubbed his eyes and yawned. Then he glanced around.
“……Where’s the pig?”
“We weren’t expecting him to show up anyway! Let’s just start with the two of us!”
Dio nodded and dragged himself up zombie-like. He planted both feet on the floor, then stretched upward in a hunched posture.
“……This way.”
Dio guided the first-years.
They thought it was just an old, cramped club room, but when Dio moved the bookcase aside, there was surprisingly a door. Opening it and descending the stairs that led underground, they were met with a large, brightly lit space.
Fitzgerald, Simon, and Toto lined up in order, and before them stood the long-haired girl with her arms crossed confidently. Dio, who had gathered various documents, approached her side with a slow gait.
Whoooosh.
The girl, her hands on both hips, took a deep breath.
“Pleasure to meet you, first-year students!!!”
Clang!
Her high-volume voice shook the entire room. The overwhelming vocal power suggested she might have studied singing.
“My name is Benya Vanilla!”
She thrust her index finger straight up over her head.
“A second-year Summoning Studies major with a dream of World Conquest! Let’s do our best together!!”
“……?”
Simon blinked.
Is he really a second-year at Kizen? Not second-year middle school?
“……As you’d expect.”
Dio sighed deeply before continuing.
“……This is the kind of person who’s our club president. Honestly, you’d all be better off joining somewhere normal…… Hah-hack!”
Benya Vanilla sprang up and drove a Double Side Kick straight into Dio’s face. His body flew dozens of meters before slamming into the wall.
Fortunately the wall wasn’t stone but something softer, like a padded matrix that absorbed the impact—yet Dio’s body hung there limp as dried fish.
Thud.
She descended to the floor and straightened herself up.
“That lack of motivation right there is Dio Patel. He’s just my subordinate, so feel free to ignore him.”
“I have a question, Senior.”
Fitzgerald raised his hand. She grinned and pointed at him with her index finger.
“I like motivated people! What’s your question?”
“I’m curious about the significance of World Conquest that you speak of, Senior.”
Fitzgerald adjusted his Glasses.
“Throughout the Continent’s history, no hero has ever achieved World Conquest through force alone. Even the great Neftis hasn’t been able to overcome the Sacred Federation, which is protected by seven saints.”
“What a sharp question! I’m not really a fan of force-based conquest either!”
She nodded and continued.
“I’ll conquer the world with Undead!”
“……With Undead……?”
“That’s right! People don’t understand the true value of Undead! Think about it—where else in the world can you find labor that’s this cost-effective? Undead are a gift from the heavens bestowed upon the Continent!”
Growing more animated, she raised her voice.
“Of course, there are aesthetic concerns, the instinctive revulsion toward the dead, and above all, their inherent aggression toward humans—which is why only Necromancers who’ve opened their Core use them. But I won’t leave it at that! I’ll expand the use of Undead into the civilian sector and make the world far more prosperous!”
She clenched her fist.
“Conquest through force means ninety-nine people sacrifice themselves for one person. That’s not true conquest! I’ll make even the people of the Sacred Federation fall in love with the value of my Undead!”
Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.
In the silence, only Fitzgerald was applauding with an expression of terrifying sincerity.
“I’ll join.”
“Excellent!”
Simon felt his mind go blank. Perhaps Fourth Dimension types really do understand each other.
‘This place really isn’t normal.’
Simon turned his head to look at Toto.
His face was flushed with embarrassment. His gaze was fixed on Benya’s face as she passionately outlined her vision, her cream-colored hair streaming around her.
“Y-yes, she’s beautiful…….”
This was even more dangerous than Fitzgerald.
“You there!”
Benya then strode over and stopped in front of Simon.
“Are you still hesitating about joining?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Join us, Simon.”
Fitzgerald, standing beside him, adjusted his Glasses as he spoke.
“To witness the beginning of a legend from your school days—that’s a merit beyond compare.”
Simon laughed nervously, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
Meanwhile, Toto stepped back slightly, clutching at his racing heart.
“S-so close! With the Senior……!”
“Hmm?”
Seeing this, Benya strode over to Toto and placed her hand on his forehead.
“You seem to have a slight fever.”
“A-ah-ahhhhh!”
Toto’s body trembled as if struck by lightning.
“Perhaps you should go to the infirmary…….”
“N-no, it’s fine! I w-will join!”
She removed her hand from his forehead, blinked, and smiled.
‘S-she smiled at me!’
At that smile, Toto reached a state of mental unconsciousness.
‘…….’
Simon, meanwhile, was looking at her hand. It bore so many scars and calluses that it was hard to believe it belonged to an eighteen-year-old girl.
The dream of World Conquest might be absurd, but that passion and effort were real.
Looking at the materials scattered around the club room, she clearly had genuine skill.
‘……As a fellow Summoning Studies practitioner, there’s so much I could learn from her.’
Simon pondered slowly.
Friends who shared interests and conversations.
A workshop where one could create and develop Undead directly.
And a connection with the daughter of Benya Vanilla, the head of the Vanilla Group—the Continent’s foremost Undead manufacturer.
Judged by immediate value alone, it fell short of Sadam, the Curse Research Association, and Noble; yet Simon’s heart could only be drawn to the Mutant.
“I’m sorry to ask, but I have a question for you.”
“Hmm! What is it?”
“If one obtained an entirely new kind of Undead that no one has ever used before, what would be the best way to handle it?”
She answered without hesitation, beaming widely.
“You have to clash with it and break yourself learning from it, of course! Days where the unknown and the everyday coexist—just thinking about it makes my heart race! Isn’t that the happiest time in the world?”
“……Haha.”
Simon chuckled and nodded.
“I’d like to join too.”
“Excellent, everyone! You’ve all made your decision, yes?”
“……But.”
Dio, who had been knocked flying by Benya’s kick, returned with his usual hunched posture and spoke.
“……Our club’s situation may not be ideal, but we have no intention of accepting first-years who don’t meet our standards.”
Dio waved the flyer as he spoke. Benya smirked and folded her arms.
“As you saw on the flyer, the admission requirements are possession of Special Undead and expert-level operational ability!”
In truth, the Mutant possessed elements plenty attractive to other Summoning Studies hopefuls. Many students would have considered joining simply for the chance to build connections through Benya Vanilla herself, setting everything else aside.
But the admission conditions were absurdly strict compared to other clubs.
Possession and operation of Special Undead.
The current first-year Summoning Studies curriculum only advanced to freely manipulating lower-tier Undead like Skeletons.
Simon, who through sheer self-study had created and operated Skeleton Archers and Mud Golems, was an abnormally irregular case.
Of course, there were Summoning Studies hopefuls who possessed Special Undead, but they were a minority of the strong and sought to enter clubs ranked at higher tiers.
The Mutant, though specializing in Special Undead, occupied an inherently minor position even within Summoning Studies, yet maintained demanding standards—which was why applicants were scarce.
“Now, shall we begin the interviews!”
Benya clapped her hands together sharply.
“What kind of distinctive summoned creature are each of you bonded with? Show me!”

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