Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 12

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The Summoning Prodigy of the Necromancer School — Episode 12
The first day of new students at Kizen had ended, and all classes were finished.
Before leaving for the day, the first-year instructors gathered in the Faculty Lounge, sipping tea while discussing their new charges.
“Meilin Billene exceeded my expectations. She synthesized Shanif Poison on her very first day!”
“Her bloodline is certainly impressive, isn’t it? All seven heirs showed excellence without exception!”
“What about the official successor to the Ivory Tower?”
“Ah, Serne? There’s nothing more to say about it. There was good reason for the Ivory Tower to be so confident about him.”
“And Shatel Maer? There’s a prejudice that giant hybrids lack magical aptitude relative to their physical prowess, but this one excels across the board.”
“Now, Professor, you wouldn’t try to poach my Shatel, would you?”
“Ha, listen to you — already claiming him as your student before the ink is dry?”
Isn’t early contact with students during the Student Protection Period against the rules?
The professors traded jests and subtle barbs as they discussed the new students, weaving their tales together.
“Listen, Professor Bahil.”
Bahil, the curse-theory instructor, who had been sitting with his eyes closed savoring his tea, nodded to show he was listening.
“You had class with section A today, didn’t you? How did it go?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come now, don’t play coy. I’m talking about Special Admission #1, the one Nephthys personally selected.”
Bahil set his teacup down on the table and smiled broadly.
“In my class, he lost to his opponent at a ratio of 1 to 10. I can’t yet say whether he possesses any remarkable talent.”
“Hmm, that’s unexpected. Still, given his status as Special Admission #1, didn’t you notice anything particularly special?”
It was a probing question, but Bahil simply smiled gently.
“His stamina was good. He managed to withstand Exhaust nine times in his first lesson.”
“Nine times? That’s impressive.”
“While stamina is certainly an important quality, it does seem rather plain for a Special Admission #1.”
Click.
Just then, the Faculty Lounge door swung open. Aaron, the summoning-theory instructor, shuffled in with his disheveled hair and dragging slippers.
He gave the other professors a slight nod of acknowledgment, then, seemingly uninterested in their conversation, went to retrieve his coat from the rack.
“Now that I think of it.”
Bahil broached the subject.
“You also had class with section A today, didn’t you?”
All eyes turned toward Aaron. He retrieved his coat with an expressionless face.
“So what.”
“In your opinion, how was Special Admission #1?”
Suddenly, every professor in the Faculty Lounge had their eyes fixed on Aaron, bright with anticipation.
Silent pressure to speak up immediately.
Aaron sighed quietly, then answered in his characteristically drowsy voice.
“A mediocre talent with dull senses. He does possess creativity — he produced a defective work that was rather original.”
……
While the professors chattered and exchanged remarks, Bahil alone felt his lips curl upward in a most sinister smile.
‘Did that senior just… lay down a smokescreen?’
Bahil, who had worked alongside Aaron in the field countless times, knew his nature better than anyone. If Aaron truly disliked a student, he would never speak in such roundabout terms.
A mediocre talent with dull senses.
The creativity to produce defective works.
From Aaron, that amounted to the highest praise he could muster.
‘This is getting more and more interesting.’
The boy Nephthys had chosen — and that fastidious Aaron had marked with his approval.
Bahil felt his thoughts about Simon crystallizing into something far more certain.
“By the way, Senior.”
If that were the case, then the war had already begun.
“Your declaration last year that you wouldn’t take on any more direct disciples — should I take that as still in effect?”
……
Aaron, who had been heading for the door, stopped dead in his tracks.
The other professors fell silent as well, turning their attention to him.
Suddenly, the Faculty Lounge crackled with tension.
“Um… Professor Bahil…”
A female professor at the next seat whispered a soft protest, but Bahil simply smiled and waited for Aaron’s response. Just as Aaron’s lips began to open—
Click!
“Hey everyone, hello hello!”
A silver-haired girl suddenly burst through the door at a trot.
“Nephthys!”
At her arrival, the faculty of Kizen—those said to hold the continent in their grasp—bent at the waist in unison, offering their respects.
“Welcome.”
Bahil, bowing like a gentleman, approached her first. Then he drew something from his pocket and held it out.
It was Chocolate Ice Cream.
Only Bahil in all of Kizen was the sort to carry ice cream at all times in a pocket dimension perpetually enchanted with freezing magic, solely prepared for the day he might encounter Nephthys.
“Oh, honestly! How many times do I have to tell you to stop treating me like a child!”
Even as she spoke, she snatched the ice cream from Bahil’s hand with a quick snatch.
“It is a gentleman’s virtue to prepare a lady’s refreshments.”
“Hmph. You certainly know what to say.”
Nephthys bit into the ice cream. Her cheeks flushed at once, and her expression softened into something fluid and girlish.
Several of the professors who witnessed this bit their lips. They could never permit themselves the irreverent thought that she looked cute—not toward the great Witch of Death.
“Please, have a seat here, Nephthys.”
One professor quickly arranged a chair. Nephthys grasped the armrest of a slightly oversized seat and grunted as she hoisted herself up onto it.
“Well then! How were the first-year students on their inaugural day?”
She asked while eating her ice cream, and the professors vied to report their impressions.
Rather than pre-established Special Admission students like Serne and Shatel Maer, the focus fell on top-performing students: Meilin Billene and Hector from Class A, Kaez from Class B, and others like them.
Nephthys nodded and listened intently to their accounts.
“Good, good! Report any problems that arise, and since it’s the first day, everyone should head back early and rest.”
“Yes!”
“Nephthys.”
It was then that Aaron, who had remained silent until now, spoke up.
“I should like to speak with you privately for a moment.”
The other professors’ eyes widened.
Of course, someone of a professor’s rank at Kizen could request an audience with Nephthys, but it was uncommon for anyone to ask for a private meeting so boldly.
“Fine by me.”
Nephthys smiled faintly and descended from her seat. Aaron bowed once, then followed her out.
‘Still so direct.’
After Nephthys had left, Bahil settled back into his chair, crossing his legs, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
‘But I suspect Nephthys will not reveal everything willingly, senior.’

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On the first day of enrollment, all classes at Kizen had concluded.
Simon and Dick, along with the entirety of Class A, were led by an attendant to the Dormitory.
But a small problem arose.
Because Class A had attended the full three-hour Summoning Studies lecture, they arrived at the dormitory late, and most of the available rooms had already been claimed.
Dormitory rooms accommodated three students per unit.
Simon and Dick had decided to share a room, but earlier arrivals had already occupied more than two spots.
“I-I’m terribly sorry. There are no rooms with two vacant beds on the second floor either.”
The dormitory manager bowed repeatedly. Despite the fault not being his own, he perspired nervously as he apologized, and Simon waved him off.
“There’s no need for you to apologize.”
Simon found it somewhat burdensome when someone older deferred to him so respectfully.
Of course, within Kizen, students ranked higher than attendants. Moreover, since most students were of notable noble families, it was only natural that the attendants adopt a deferential posture.
Dick, accustomed to such situations, folded his arms across his chest.
“There won’t be any rooms with two open beds on the third or fourth floors either, will there?”
“……No, the situation on other floors is likely similar.”
The manager showed them the list for the second floor. Only scattered single beds remained here and there, and even those were located far apart.
Simon and Dick exchanged glances.
“What do you think, Simon?”
“Let’s check the other floors just to be sure before we decide.”
As the two were conferring thus.
“Get out of the way!”
A sharp crack echoed as the manager collided with a piece of luggage and fell. A brown-haired student pulling a cart narrowed her eyes.
“What are you doing? I said move!”
“I-I’m so sorry!”
The fallen attendant hurried to bow her head low, while her companion giggled with amusement. The brown-haired student examined her luggage and her expression darkened.
“Ugh, seriously. Because of you, this got dented. What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m sorry! I’m so very sorry!”
“Sorry won’t cut it. Come with me right now.”
The manager bowed her head like a condemned criminal as she struggled to her feet.
“Actually, wait.”
Simon stepped forward.
“I’m in the middle of a conversation with this person right now.”
“……What?”
The administrator’s eyes went wide. The brown-haired student let out a stifled laugh.
“And I saw you bump into me on purpose.”
Dick chuckled and positioned himself beside Simon.
“……What’s wrong with you two? Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Hey, hey, wait a second!”
His friend grabbed his shoulder urgently, then leaned in and whispered.
“That’s him! The Special Admission #1 student who took the oath in the Assembly Hall!”
“……Huh?”
The student’s expression, which had been scrutinizing Simon’s face, quickly drained of color.
Flustered, his pupils trembling as though struck by an earthquake, he turned toward the hapless administrator and spoke.
“Ah, ahem! We’ll be careful next time! Let’s go!”
Watching them flee, Dick doubled over with laughter, clutching his belly. Simon smirked as well and extended a hand to the fallen administrator.
“Are you alright?”
She flushed and took his hand, pulling herself up.
“……Th-thank you so much for your help.”
“It’s only natural. Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m Rena! If you’re also checking out the upper floors, I can show you around. I might be able to help.”
“You’d really do that for us?”
And so the three of them made their way upstairs together. She moved swiftly, gathering information from the other administrators, and soon they headed toward the fourth floor.
“There’s only one room on the fourth floor with two spots open!”
Rena called out as she ran, with Simon and Dick close at her heels.
“There’s an empty room?”
“Yes, we’re in luck! Room 409 was originally used as a four-person dormitory, so the space is generous and the view is beautiful—plus it’s close to the main staircase. It’s a prime location! I never imagined it would have two openings.”
The three of them soon arrived at the door of Room 409.
Rena checked the nameplate affixed to the door.
“Ah…….”
Her face darkened abruptly.
“What’s wrong?”
She turned to face them both, offering an embarrassed smile.
“Actually, let’s look elsewhere. Rooms 412 and 413 only have one spot each, but they’re adjacent…….”
“Is there something wrong with this room?”
At Simon’s question, she nodded stiffly, then pointed to the nameplate on the door.
“……Kazan Edvalt. He was a student here last year.”
Dick’s eyes widened at that.
“That can’t be right. This is the first-year dormitory, isn’t it? The second-years aren’t supposed to move in until next month.”
“Kazan is a Repeat Student. He caused some serious trouble that got him held back, and now he’s starting over as a first-year.”
“Hmm.”
To Dick, that explanation itself seemed odd.
Kizen was not hesitant about expelling students.
Usually, if someone caused problems or failed to meet academic standards, they were expelled without ceremony. A repeat year was uncommon.
Simon asked again.
“What was the reason for his retention?”
“I’m just a dormitory staff member, so I don’t know the details. But he’s made enough trouble that there’s gossip among the administrators……—roommates have ended up with bruises on their faces, and many have asked to switch rooms.”
That explained why this room alone had two vacancies. Dick, growing somewhat uneasy, glanced sideways at Simon.
“Simon. Let’s just go to another room…….”
“I’ll just pay my respects and leave. That should be fine, shouldn’t it?”
Simon said this, knocked on the door, and stepped inside. Dick, alarmed, followed close behind.
True to Rena’s word about it being originally a four-person room, the space was quite spacious. There were two bunk beds and a single bed, along with individual desks and wardrobes.
Through the window, one could see the buildings of Kizen, mountains, and valleys stretching below. It was indeed the kind of prime location Rena had called it.
On one side of the room, someone lay atop a bunk, luggage already unpacked, with white bedding pulled up over their head.
“Wait, Simon!”
Dick lowered his voice.
“You heard what Rena said! He’s clearly going to be trouble!”
Simon drew in a sharp breath and opened his mouth.

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