Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 115

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy Episode 115
Starting the very next day, Simon threw himself into intense Overlord training to prepare for his Duel Evaluation.
He practiced the Overlord whenever he could find a spare moment—before and after classes, between lessons, stealing time wherever possible.
‘Hmm,’
Yet no matter how many times he connected to the Overlord’s psychic link and swung its blades, something felt off.
He couldn’t tell if his skill was actually improving, or if he was genuinely growing stronger—there was no way to know.
Unlike Bone Armor or Mud Golem, where proficiency gains were immediately visible, training with the Overlord felt like nothing more than slashing water with a sword.
Simon had learned from past experience that when stuck like this, asking for help from someone else was faster than suffering alone in silence.
So he made a move.
“……What are you doing here? Simon Polentia.”
Aaron arrived at his research lab after class and spoke those words.
Simon, who had been sitting aimlessly outside Aaron’s lab door munching on bread crumbs, jumped up and bowed hastily.
“Good afternoon, Professor!”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I came seeking your instruction!”
Aaron pressed his palm to his forehead and let out a bitter laugh.
So this is what happens when Restoration classes grow sparse—the boy shows up like this.
“……If you mean instruction, you’re talking about Bone Armor?”
“I completed that on the last mission!”
Madman.
Aaron was beginning to seriously wonder if this young disciple of his was actually a monster.
“If not Bone Armor, then what.”
“I’d like to ask you about the proper operation of the new Undead I recently acquired—the Overlord!”
Aaron had heard from Jane that Simon had obtained a special Undead worth ten thousand gold in Blue Harbor. Normally, he would have dismissed the boy on account of it being quitting time, but circumstances were different today.
‘An Overlord.’
As a Summoner Scholar to the bone, Aaron felt curiosity welling up unbidden. In truth, if work hadn’t been so demanding, he would have visited the Blue Harbor exhibition himself.
Catching Aaron’s reaction from the corner of his eye, Simon quickly added his pitch.
“The Overlord is an entirely new form of Mollusk-type Undead. It has six tentacles in total, and Mithril was applied to the brittle bones to fashion them like blades.”
“……”
“It’s designed to allow cutting and stabbing attacks with the tentacles like swords. Its movement is genuinely reminiscent of a cephalopod. The issue is that the operation is difficult, and if you could take a look, Professor, it would be of tremendous help……”
“Fine. Come on.”
Watching Aaron turn and walk away, Simon quietly clenched his fist in triumph.
They soon arrived at an open courtyard of the building.
With Aaron observing intently, Simon summoned the Overlord, connected to its psychic link, demonstrated various techniques, and asked whether he was training correctly.
“There’s no way training amounts to anything if you just flail about recklessly like that.”
“……S-so what would be better?”
“Prepare yourself. Remove your shirt.”
Not entirely sure what Aaron meant, Simon went ahead and removed his School Uniform as instructed.
After draping his outer robe and shirt over a tree, Aaron reached into his Subspace and pulled out a Skeleton crafted from Demon’s Bone. He then decomposed it into several separate bones.
“Starting now, I’m going to attack you with these bones.”
“Y-yes, Professor?”
“From this point on, the only thing you can use is the Overlord. Block them.”
With that, he began hurling bones through the air using the Restoration Technique. Before Simon even realized when it had happened, his legs were already pinned to the ground by an application of Bone Prison.
“Gah!”
This way, he couldn’t dodge.
Simon urgently connected to the Overlord’s psychic link and sent its blades toward the incoming bones.
Clang!
Clang!
The bones struck the blades and ricocheted away. But one bone slipped through the flashing blades and struck Simon’s forehead with a sharp rap, leaving him stunned.
It didn’t hurt enormously, but it snapped him to full alertness.
“Stay focused. More coming.”
Whoosh!
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
The bones streamed through the air in steady succession, maintaining uniform speed and tempo. Simon raised both blades at once.
‘Read the speed and pattern.’
Catching the trajectory of the bones flying left and right, Simon crossed both his arms. The blades crossed simultaneously, covering the flanks and center in a single motion.
‘Send the blades to arrive at exactly the right point!’
The blades swept through in curves, and the incoming bones collided with them and bounced away harmlessly. Since they were under Aaron’s control, there was no irregularity in their patterns whatsoever.
It was deliberately designed so that timing was the only thing required to block them all.
“Now I’m doubling the attack volume.”
Aaron gestured, and more bones materialized in the empty air.
“Speed and pattern remain unchanged. You know what to do?”
Without explanation, the bones came flying instantly. Even as sweat poured down Simon’s face, he brought two more blades under his control.
Four blades in total.
Hah!
The four blades swept in front of Simon like a shield, knocking away the incoming bones. Watching them scatter, color flooded back into Simon’s face.
‘This feels amazing!’
It was a world apart from slashing at empty air with no target. He could feel his control improving in real time.
Crack!
Thud!
But his concentration faltered for a moment, the tempo broke, and bones began striking Simon’s body in various places.
“In real combat, you’d be dead already. Control more precisely.”
Shwish-shwish-shwish!
Shwish!
Simon moved his blades so intensely that the smell of copper filled his mouth.
After finishing the tempo drills, he moved on to accuracy training—knocking down projectiles flying left and right through the air with direct blade strikes—and then to training against projectiles with deliberately scrambled patterns, trajectories hard to read, mastering each one.
“Huff! Huff! Whew!”
Completely drained, Simon collapsed spread-eagle on the ground.
The parts struck by bones throbbed with pain, and his mind felt frayed from the sustained psychic concentration.
Aaron quietly settled onto a nearby bench and placed a cigar between his lips.
“Entertaining.”
“…I’m sorry?”
Simon thought he’d misheard and asked again, but Aaron merely exhaled cigar smoke without another word.
“You started this. How you began was up to you—but how it ends is up to me.”
“What do you mean by—”
“Come back tomorrow.”
Aaron flicked his spent cigar into the trash and turned to leave.
“We should make this enjoyable training, yes? It’ll be useful for me too—I can collect data on mollusk-type undead.”
“Ah, Professor Aaron?”
The ordinarily indifferent Aaron departed with an unsettling smile quite unlike himself. Simon’s body shuddered once.
But the training was far from over.
After finishing all his classes, Simon’s next destination was Pier’s Ruins in the Forbidden Forest.
[That Professor Kizen’s classes are so predictable! Simply increasing proficiency and reflexes can’t unlock the true power of the undead!]
Pier spoke thus while grasping the body of the Overlord that Simon had produced.
“Wait, Pier! Could you possibly—”
[I’m not trying to legionize it! The Overlord is something you’re meant to use in Kizen, isn’t it?]
Whoosh!
After Pier did something, the previously dormant Overlord’s body suddenly began moving violently.
Simon started in alarm and shot to his feet.
[I’ve sent the Overlord’s psychic connection into overdrive, maximizing its aggression temporarily.]
Pier dispatched legion-form skeletons. The excited Overlord then whipped its tentacles, hurling the skeletons’ bodies about.
“…!”
[Watch carefully, boy.]
Pier spoke.
[That’s the Overlord’s natural movement.]
The Overlord’s blades writhed like snakes, constricting the skeletons’ bodies or tapping their ends sharply to paralyze them, striking with precision.
Until now, Simon had only managed stiff, artificial attacks—slashes and thrusts—when he accessed the psychic connection to control the Overlord.
But seeing the Overlord’s true movements made his mind feel soft and malleable.
‘So fluid. That’s how you work the joints.’
‘Even moving just the blade’s edge slightly like that is threatening enough.’
‘Don’t just insist on straight lines—use curves. And moving the blade that way makes effective use of the narrow attack range.’
As Simon watched with gleaming eyes, observing the movements in real time, the Overlord’s blade suddenly came down toward him.
“Whoa!”
Simon scrambled backward to dodge.
Pier laughed loudly and spoke.
[Why are you just standing there watching? Feel the Overlord’s movements firsthand by actually dodging it!]
“Pier!”
Pier’s lesson was to observe the Overlord’s natural movements as fully as possible, commit them to muscle memory, then access the psychic connection and recreate those movements exactly.
A human moving arms and legs was an entirely different concept from an Overlord moving its tentacles.
Simon realized there were certain directions the Overlord preferred, ways it moved more comfortably and smoothly. In turn, his own blade movements grew increasingly fluid and natural.
After finishing Pier’s lesson that way, the next day during lunch break he stopped by the “Mutation” club room.
“What on earth did you do to her in just one day?”
Benya, the club president, was examining the Overlord’s condition with an expression of shock.
“I was just training a bit…….”
“You completely overworked her! The joint connections on this side are already worn, and the moisture has dried out!”
She fluttered her short skirt and hurried over to a shelf, returning with an armful of paint cans and similar containers.
She dipped a large brush into one of the cans and began spreading the contents generously across the Overlord’s body.
“This one isn’t like a regular Skeleton — you can’t just leave her alone. She’s maintaining an artificially unstable body, so maintenance isn’t optional, it’s essential! You have to keep up with her care consistently!”
“Ah…… How exactly should I maintain her?”
Benya exclaimed “That’s the right attitude!” as she pulled at the Overlord’s torso.
“That soft material in the body especially — it’s called Pluudo. When the Overlord moves her legs frequently, this part here dries out below the joint. You need to keep applying Pluudo or Slime solution to keep it moist. If you keep letting it dry out like this, the durability will drop, and eventually you might have to replace the Mithril entirely. Got it?”
“I’ll remember that!”
Benya shared detailed knowledge about the Overlord’s maintenance.
The Overlord, who ordinarily detested anyone touching her body, didn’t reject Benya’s hands — perhaps she understood this was being done for her sake.
Simon learned many new facts from the senior Summoner Scholar.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Just then Fitzgerald arrived at the club room. He too was pulling a Chimera out of his Subspace and fiddling with it.
“Are you trying to attune your Chimera too?”
“Yes.”
“Oh! Wait a moment. We just got some good materials in from Rochester.”
While Benya went to the shelf to fetch materials, Simon approached Fitzgerald. Fitzgerald, seeing him, spoke.
“Simon, this Duel Evaluation won’t be easy.”
“You’ve seen it too. Now that you mention it, you said you’re in the same M class as Malcolm, right?”
Fitzgerald nodded and spoke.
“Be careful. Simon.”
“Hm?”
“Malcolm is different from anyone you’ve faced in a Duel Evaluation so far. If you treat him like you have before with fake plays, you absolutely won’t win.”
Simon blinked.
Fitzgerald’s words couldn’t be dismissed lightly. After speaking a few times, Simon had come to understand this much — even if he was an eccentric, he always spoke with logical grounds.
“So how can I win against him?”
…….
Fitzgerald, who had been silent for a moment, turned his gaze toward Simon’s Overlord.

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