Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 134

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer Academy Episode 134
“Could that Pier person actually be Simon?”
“…….”
Merin, who had gone blank for a moment, burst into laughter.
“Ahahaha! What? Simon? That’s impossible!”
Merin bent double with laughter. Kamibarez and Dick exchanged bewildered glances.
“But wait—what you’re saying isn’t completely without merit, is it? The timing does line up pretty well.”
“Absolutely not.”
She lifted her head with a serious expression.
“Absolutely not. No way. Definitely not Simon.”
“Is… is that so?”
“For one thing, his build and height are different, and his voice and accent were totally different too! Actually, it’s funny that I’m even explaining this.”
She wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
“You just know at a glance, you know? Simon has that kind of image.”
“What kind of image?”
“I mean, you know—the kind of image that comes to mind instantly when you think of Simon. Upright, straightforward, earnest, smart.”
Kamibarez’s eyes lit up as she jumped in.
“Yes, exactly! Kind! Gentlemanly! Considerate! Friendly! And yet occasionally fierce and passionate…….”
“?”
“Anyway! But why are you asking?!”
Merin crossed her arms with a serious expression.
“That Pier person, though—how do I put it? Incredibly vicious. So scary I could barely look him in the eye.”
“M-Merin?”
“Yeah. I mean, if I had to describe it by feeling…….”
She paused for a moment before speaking.
“Like a tyrant? The kind of person who’d topple everything and kill if things didn’t suit him or something went wrong.”
“……Oh.”
Kamibarez superimposed what Merin had just described over her image of Simon.
They didn’t match at all—the discord was stark.
“……It doesn’t seem like him.”
“Exactly. This is just a waste of time explaining.”
“Hmm—”
Dick folded his arms.
‘Though if you watch him quietly, that side isn’t completely absent either.’
“Anyway! Forget about that!”
Merin turned her head.
“Why is Simon taking so long?!”
Merin stared anxiously at the line stretching long through the camp. At this rate, they wouldn’t even get to take the exam before the practical assessment time ran out.
“Sh-shouldn’t we go look for him?”
“If he doesn’t show up in ten minutes, we’ll do that.”
Dick shrugged and pointed with his finger.
“Looks like we won’t need to~”
In the direction Dick was pointing, Simon came sprinting toward them, drenched in sweat.
“Simon! Over here!”
“God, this idiot’s killing me! He said he escaped, so why’d he take so long?!”
“Simon! Thank goodness! Are you hurt anywhere?”
Simon arrived in front of the three of them, gasping for breath.
He rested his hands on his knees and panted for several moments, then immediately tore open a pocket dimension.
“Let’s use this for our assignment.”
What Simon pulled out was a body wrapped in white bandages. It was covered in frost as if it had been in a freezer, and bitterly cold.
Simon quickly unwrapped the bandages.
“Wh-what is this?”
“Not human.”
Simon explained.
“A monster called the White Ghost. You make zombies from it.”
“Wow!”
Merin was so delighted she bounced in place.
“That’s top-tier zombie material! How did you even get something so rare?”
“It was in the basement of the mansion where I was being held.”
“You were thinking about the practical assessment while being held by those corpse dealers? Ohoho! That’s impressive!”
Simon chuckled awkwardly, scratching his head.
“Just got lucky, I guess.”
“Come on, we don’t have time. Let’s get started!”
The four of them gathered once more around the White Ghost.
Simon took the lead again this time, rolling up his sleeves. “I’m beginning.”
“Starting now.”
Planting the magic circle was straightforward. After all the trial and error they’d gone through at Prince’s mansion before, the work moved far more swiftly to completion.
The zombie lurched upright.
The moment the magic circle was complete, the White Ghost zombie rose to its feet. The four of them finally cheered, their palms meeting in celebration.
“You students there! Time’s up on the practical assessment!”
The teaching assistant’s voice rang out.
“Yes!”
“We’re coming now!”
They stowed the zombie in the subspace and hurried to the final line just in time.
“I’m still a bit worried, honestly.”
Merin gnawed nervously at her fingertip, her expression taut.
“In the end, I didn’t fully bring out the White Ghost’s racial traits. We kind of made it just like an ordinary zombie, and that bothers me.”
“It’ll be fine.”
Simon grinned reassuringly. Then his eyes fell to the dirt smudged across her uniform. “Wait. You’ve got dirt all over your back.”
He brushed away the dust from her uniform with careful pats.
Her gaze drifted to his forearm. With his sleeves rolled up, the muscle and veins of his arms were strikingly defined.
Without thinking, Merin imagined those sturdy arms wrapping around her waist.
When Pier had held her, his arms had been about that thick, hadn’t they……
“&%$@^*@$!!!”
Her face flushed crimson, she made a strange noise and stumbled backward.
Simon, who had been innocently dusting off his friend’s uniform, froze. Then he awkwardly lowered his hands.
“Oh, sorry. I was just……”
“Huh? No, no! It’s not your fault I got startled.”
She waved it away vaguely, stealing a glance at him sidelong.
He stood there rubbing the back of his neck, his gaze averted to the side as if embarrassed.
Then she remembered Pier—the way he’d viciously kicked that perverted old man, his gaze turning mechanical and cold as ice as he stared at her.
‘……’
She could be certain of it now.
Even the slightest doubt Kamibarez had raised vanished completely.
They really weren’t alike at all.
“Come in, students.”
A moment later, it was Team 7’s turn.
Aaron, dressed in a black coat, settled into a chair with a languid expression, and all four of them bowed respectfully.
“You’re the last group.”
“Yes. We’re Team 7!”
Merin, as team leader, spoke on their behalf. Aaron nodded slightly.
“Show me.”
Simon opened the subspace and retrieved the White Ghost zombie.
Ooh—
The teaching assistants let out soft murmurs of recognition. Aaron straightened in his seat.
“Where did you find this?”
“In the basement of an old mansion in the outskirts of Deathland.”
Aaron rose and examined the zombie carefully, touching it in various places. He pried open its eyes and even smelled its mouth.
Then Aaron asked Simon about the formulas used to create this zombie, and Simon answered readily.
“Why did you exclude the persistence formula?”
“Because of the unique characteristics of Deathland as a region. We accounted for the fact that matter doesn’t decay there.”
Aaron turned his gaze toward the other students.
“Why did you omit the Corpse Poison effect, a crucial element of a zombie?”
This time Merin answered. “The White Ghost is a cold-attribute monster. We determined that the infection effect from Corpse Poison would be diminished.”
“Not bad. Who checked the Actomyosin status?”
“I, I did, sir!”
“Explain the state of muscle stiffness before and after the summoning magic.”

Aaron posed a question to Kamibarez and one other student as well, and while both grew tense, they answered without difficulty.
Aaron nodded and took his seat.
“The materials were quite excellent. It seems you all processed them to the maximum standard possible. There’s a hurried quality to the work, but this level is acceptable.”
At those words, all four students winced inwardly.
An instructor handed Aaron a folder and a quill pen. Aaron placed a checkmark next to each of the four students’ names.
“Team 7 receives an A+. You’re dismissed.”
“Yes!”
The four students embraced one another and erupted in cheers. The instructors clapped lightly for them as well.
“Everyone, gather around.”
With Team 7’s evaluation concluded, Aaron stepped out of the tent.
The students outside, who had been showing off the zombies they’d created, surged forward and stood at attention.
Students also poured out from the rest tent that had been set up for breaks, eager to receive their evaluations.
“You’ve all worked hard.”
Aaron spoke, surveying the gathered students.
“I imagine you’ve learned much from this practical assessment. Some of you may resent me for making you do something so terrible.”
Several students’ eyes flickered with doubt.
The corpses brought from Deathland had not decayed at all, preserving their original appearance in perfect condition.
For some students, animating them as zombies was the sort of task that could leave deep psychological trauma.
“Some will say my teaching methods are outdated. In this day and age, whether it’s zombies or skeletons, you can simply go into town with enough money and procure them easily. But you are Kizen students.”
Aaron’s gaze grew serious.
“As elites in this field, understanding your roots and comprehending your foundation is more important than anything else. To dismiss tradition and roots as obsolete in the name of practicality—that’s foolishness. A tree may flourish with leaves and blossoms on the surface, but if its roots are rotting, it cannot survive when the storm comes.”
Aaron slowly walked in a circle.
“Perhaps this peace will not last forever. A necromancer who stammers and fumbles when corpse factories or supply bases are destroyed by the Church, unable to raise even a single undead—such a person has no right to bear that title. No matter what circumstances arise, you must grow cold and calculating, and establish efficient means.”
His eyes gleamed.
“If there are no corpses to be found in the city, go to a nearby bombed-out village and turn their dead into your army. If you lack sufficient numbers, resurrect the bodies of your fallen comrades and overcome. That is practicality, and that is what it means to be a necromancer.”
His coat tails fluttered.
Aaron walked forward with a commanding stride.
“Class A, retrieve all the zombies you brought back from Deathland. Every single one—those that weren’t evaluated, those that failed, all of them.”
“Yes, sir!”
The students complied, pulling every zombie they had obtained from Deathland out of their pocket dimensions.
The instructors finished their inventory and nodded, and Aaron struck the ground hard with his foot—Thump!
Whoooosh!
A dark magic circle spread outward from where he stood, engulfing the entire campsite. The zombies’ eyes flared with light, and then they suddenly lost control and began to run.
‘Ah!’
Simon’s White Ghost zombie and the guard zombie were no exception.
‘My mental control has been severed! So easily……!’
It was a moment that made one acutely aware of the professor’s formidable power.
All the zombies converged on an open clearing, clustering together until they formed a massive mound.
“I have unfortunate news for you, but the zombies brought in from Deathland have a side effect.”
Aaron opened his palm. A dark magic circle began clicking and assembling itself.
“Once they leave Deathland, they exhibit intermittent extreme aggression. Your mental control won’t be strong enough to manage them, and they’ll be confiscated by the school authorities the moment you try to take them outside.”
As Aaron’s magic circle finally completed itself, it scattered pure black light. Watching this, Simon’s shoulders trembled violently.
‘Why…?’
He could instinctively sense what dark magic Aaron was now weaving.
“Corpse—”
His fists clenched as his lips parted.
“—Explosion.”
Every zombie’s core flared with brilliant light,
and they detonated all at once in a massive explosion.
As the wave of heat spread in all directions, the students screamed and crouched down, shielding their faces with their arms. Their school uniforms fluttered wildly and the trees swayed.
“……Ah.”
Simon stared wide-eyed at the spectacle, all thought of the White Ghost he’d borrowed from Prince evaporating.
From the pitch-black night sky, ash and black explosion bloomed into a mushroom cloud that scattered outward. The other students lifted their heads, mouths hanging open in silence.
It was as if the world itself were turning to ash and scattering.
There was nothing to think, nothing to feel—only overwhelming awe.
Aaron tilted his head slightly, as if offering a prayer for the departed, then turned away.
“Do you find it beautiful?”
Aaron smiled.
“If you felt that way, even for a moment, then you’ve already taken your first step as a true necromancer.”
Simon’s heart began to pound violently.

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