Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 135

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Summoning Genius at Necromancer School – Episode 135
The Deathland Practical Assessment, more perilous than ever, had finally ended without incident.
The Class A students washed up one and all, then barricaded themselves in their dormitory. Everyone was physically and mentally exhausted.
Simon and Dick lay sprawled across their beds in the same state, not lifting a finger.
…….
Simon raised his arm with a vacant stare.
Above the familiar ceiling, his fingers came into view. Dark Element flowed across his hand.
‘I keep thinking about it.’
Pier had said he used Corpse Explosion, but Simon had no memory of it. When consciousness returned, he was in the basement of the manor, with only a lingering sensation in his body.
But the moment he saw Aaron’s Corpse Explosion, a violent chill swept through him.
His entire body trembled in response—as though yearning to recreate that dark magic.
‘But there are no zombies nearby. Can’t practice even if I wanted to.’
Simon let his arm drop, thinking he’d need to visit Rochester this weekend.
“Dick. You awake?”
“Haaah, not yet.”
Dick’s drowsy voice drifted from the adjacent bed.
“Do you remember what class we have tomorrow?”
“……Yeah, I forgot. Wait, now I’m curious too.”
Dick reached for his notebook that had fallen beside the bed.
“Oh no.”
“What?”
“Martial Arts this afternoon! And it’s a combined class with Class C.”
Dick dropped the notebook and scratched his head frantically.
“We’re done for. My condition is absolutely terrible—this time I’m definitely going to wash out.”
…….
Simon blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling.
‘Combined class? Who do I know in Class C?’

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“Combined classes,” where two or more sections studied together, happened fairly often at Kizen.
It was due to Kizen’s flexible scheduling.
In this case, Aaron’s Summoning Practical Assessment had consumed an entire day’s worth of the schedule for each class.
All of Aaron’s Summoning classes across every section had shifted backward, and combined classes were being held to make up the lost ground.
Simon had worried whether the other instructors might object, but in fact, the other professors frequently dedicated entire days or half-days to practical assessments and similar matters.
Since everyone understood each other’s circumstances well, such issues were typically handled with active cooperation.
And today, Class C, who had visited Deathland first, would be conducting a combined Martial Arts class with Class A, who had gone yesterday.
“Uuuuuuuuh.”
Dick lay sprawled flat on the grass, mimicking the Deathland zombies in his exhaustion.
The other students sat scattered about, catching their breath, but despite Dick’s fears, no one was dropping out. When pressed to their limits, people somehow found the strength to keep up—that was simply how it worked.
“So Class A went yesterday, you said?”
“Yeah, we looked exactly like this too.”
Watching the listless Class A students, the Class C students snickered. It was the leisure of those who’d already been through it.
“But Simon.”
Merin, sitting across from him, wiped her brow with a handkerchief and spoke.
“You really never saw that person Pier? Not once?”
Simon felt a pang of guilt inside but answered casually.
“I told you I didn’t. I came to in the basement of the manor.”
“That’s a shame.”
Merin shook her head with genuine disappointment. Kamibarez, sitting beside her, giggled behind her hand.
“Yesterday in the dormitory lounge, you talked about Pier all day long~”
“Oh, he’s charming!”
Merin cried out, her face flushing.
“Honestly, I never understood why my roommates were squealing and going starry-eyed over the professors, you know? But now I’m starting to get how they feel.”
“Is he really that handsome?”
“Of course!”
Simon, quietly sipping his drink, nearly sprayed it out.
Pier’s skull was definitely covering half his face.
“I’d been kidnapped and was in real danger, and suddenly this guy just rips through the carriage roof and comes down right to me! He beats the living daylights out of that perverted old bastard who kidnapped me, kicks him right off the carriage, and then—he gently cradles me like I’m a princess and helps me escape. The carriage falls off a cliff by inches!”
“Wow! It’s like something out of a fairy tale!”
…….
It’s only been a day since that happened—why is my memory already getting so warped?
Simon found it unbearable to listen.
“Honestly, Pier isn’t really my type at all.”
Merin folded her arms as she spoke.
“I seriously can’t stand stupid, violent behavior. But what do you even call this? Like, being drawn to a bad guy or something?”
“A dangerous charm, perhaps?”
“No, more like… that violent person being kind only to me? That part of it kind of feels romantic, I guess. Ah, well, honestly, when he’s that handsome, most things are forgivable anyway.”
……
Merin, who had been explaining Pier with growing enthusiasm, glanced at Simon.
“Hey, why is your face turning red?”
“…It’s hot.”
Simon turned his head sharply just as instructors’ voices rang out.
“Alright, class begins in ten minutes!”
At that announcement, students who had been sprawled about got to their feet and began loosening up.
Simon was just preparing for the lesson when—
“Hello there~”
An elegant voice came from behind him.
‘Ugh.’
Simon flinched and turned around.
A girl in a Kizen School Uniform topped with a white coat, her ivory-colored hair falling loosely, approached with her hands clasped behind her back.
Simon did know someone in Class C.
Special Exemption number two and heir to the Ivory Tower—Serne Aindark. That characteristic oppressive aura of hers remained unchanged.
“It’s been a while~ Simon.”
She lifted the hem of her skirt delicately with her fingertips, greeting him with the elegance of a socialite queen.
The moment she spotted Merin beside him, her expression did a complete reversal.
“Meriiiiin!”
She let out a lisping cry and clung to Merin’s arm.
Merin’s brow furrowed instantly.
“I’ve missed you so much!”
“Ugh! That’s gross, so back off!!”
Merin shoved her away in genuine disgust. Serne’s delicate face was pushed by a merciless palm, but she didn’t give up—she approached again and rubbed her face against Merin’s arm.
“Are you alright? When I heard Merin was going to that dangerous Deathland, I lost sleep over it!”
“Serne, you’re gonna kill me with this! Stop it, it’s creepy!”
Merin shoved her hard, and Serne tumbled over with exaggerated flair.
Sitting down in the grass, she hung her head pathetically, like a wet mouse caught in the rain.
“…Serne just wants to become closer with Merin.”
“Get lost.”
Merin spoke with a seething voice.
“You toy with people’s feelings as you please, and then you say something like that? It’s just fake. Got it?”
……
“Let’s go, Kamibarez.”
Merin left with Kamibarez.
An awkward silence lingered for a moment. Serne brushed back her hair with an elegant gesture, then blinked at Simon.
“Aren’t you going to help a lady up?”
……
The pitiful expression vanished without a trace, replaced by a fox-like smile playing at her lips.
Simon reluctantly took her hand and helped her up.
“It’s been quite a while since the Island Survival~”
“Yeah, it has. Study hard in today’s lesson too. I need to go—my friends are waiting.”
Dealing with Serne was exhausting, and Simon found it daunting.
As Simon turned and walked away, she caught up with him in light, graceful strides.
“You haven’t forgotten that you owe me a debt, have you?”
Then she whispered softly, “Legion Commander.”
Simon let out a heavy sigh, stopped in his tracks, and looked back at her.
“If I spend time with you today, does that erase the debt?”
“Oh no~ I’m saving it for when I really need it.”
Clap, clap!
With the sound of applause came Hong Peng’s characteristically awkward continental accent.
“Now then! Everyone gather round!”
“The professor is calling for everyone to assemble!”
“Everyone, gather around!”
Students from both Class A and Class C filed forward toward Hong Peng.
“Today we’ll be learning a special technique! Spread out with plenty of distance between you, and we’ll proceed in pairs of two!”
The teaching assistants moved among them, pairing students as they went.
Since this was a combined class, they deliberately mixed Class A and Class C students together. Most pairs were the same gender, though there were a few mixed pairings scattered throughout—it seemed to depend entirely on the assistant’s whim.
“You two over there. And you two here. Here’s another pair. And…….”
The assistant paused in front of Simon. Finding Serne Aindark’s presence unbearable, Simon had quietly slipped away and was standing alone.
The assistant was about to select a Class C male student standing nearby when a transparent feather suddenly drifted through the air and lodged itself in the back of his neck.
The assistant’s arm then rotated one hundred eighty degrees, pointing toward Serne Aindark, who stood quite a distance away.
“You’ll pair with that student.”
…….
Serne waved with a fox-like smile on her face. A moment later, the feather fell from the assistant’s neck, but he seemed entirely unaware of it, moving on to the other students.
“I suppose there’s no helping it~ Since the instructor assigned us, after all.”
Serne approached Simon with a light, floating gait. With each step she took, white feathers drifted down around her.
‘Damn.’
Simon pressed his fingers to his forehead without a word. He was beginning to understand why Merin avoided her.
Clap! Clap!
“All right, everyone has a partner, yes? Let’s start with some light warm-ups!”
Teaching assistants paired up and demonstrated the movements at the front. The students simply followed along, mimicking what they saw.
Simon and Serne faced each other, pulling their arms in a standard stretching routine.
She spoke in a cheerful, intimate tone.
“How are Pier and Erzsebet doing?”
Simon’s shoulders stiffened, his eyes darting away.
Though there was ample distance between them and the other students, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
“Don’t worry~ I’ve set up a barrier so the sound won’t carry.”
A single feather was planted in the grass nearby. Simon exhaled quietly and spoke.
“That’s not really a topic I want to discuss.”
“Then what would you like to talk about?”
Simon continued his side stretches as he spoke.
“You and Merin. What’s your relationship really like?”
Serne seemed to maintain a careful distance from most people, yet she treated Merin with the ease and openness of a friend. Of course, every time she did, Merin responded with undisguised disgust.
“I don’t understand why you keep clinging to her like this. If it’s all an act, like Merin claims, you should stop. Merin sees you as nothing more than a rival to overcome—no more, no less.”
She smiled faintly.
“I genuinely want to be friends with Merin, though.”
…….
“Isn’t that only natural? In a foreign land like this, it’s natural to want to rely on people from the same Ivory Tower, isn’t it?”
Simon’s brows drew together slightly.
“Merin doesn’t see it that way.”
“Perhaps not. But I mean it sincerely.”
Serne Aindark was an adopted daughter with not a drop of blood relation to any of the Ivory Tower’s founding families.
When the Tower Master first brought her, she had faced overwhelming scorn and dismissal from everyone, or so she’d said.
“It was Merin who reached out and took my hand back then.”
Serne smiled as she spoke.
“Merin was already so far above me, someone who’d just arrived as an associate member, that she shouldn’t even have looked my way. And yet, she treated me as someone her age, took care of me, and played with me. Even though she knew I’d entered as her opposite.”
In Serne’s expression as she spoke, there flowed an emotion far removed from her usual affectation—something tender and wistful.
“It remains a warm memory for me even now~ But as time passed……”
“The situation reversed itself.”
“Yes.”
Serne’s talent transcended even prodigious—it was monstrous beyond measure.
The people of the Ivory Tower, captivated by her brilliance, rewrote the Tower’s very laws and made her the successor.
The situation had flipped entirely.
Serne received everyone’s praise, while Merin, reduced to a comparison, was left to fade into obscurity. Everyone who had once cared for her turned their backs, and Merin found herself isolated, her heart gnawed away piece by piece.
Which is why, even now that she was in Kizen, she continued to strain herself trying to catch up with Serne.
“Merin is firmly convinced that I toyed with her and made a mockery of her kindness.”
Serne shrugged.
“I can’t blame her. My abilities are what they are, and I do tend to invite a lot of misunderstanding.”
“Have you never thought of clearing up the misunderstanding?”
“She’s already shown extreme hostility toward me—how would a conversation even go? Well, of course. Even if the opportunity came, I’m not sure I’d clear it up~”
“Why not?”
“Because the way Merin desperately strives to catch up to me……”
As she stretched, a feather drifted down. She caught it and licked it delicately with her tongue.
“It’s rather charming to watch, you know.”
‘…She really does have a bad personality. This one.’
He felt a touch of shame at having pitied Serne Aindark, even for a moment.
“All right, next pair!”
True to the spirit of a combined class, the assistant instructors’ demonstration moved on to a stretching exercise performed by two people together.
The exercise was simple enough: two people stood back-to-back, linked their arms, and then one of them bent forward sharply at the waist to lift the other off the ground.
“Shall we begin?”
“Hm? Y-yes.”
The two of them positioned themselves back-to-back. When Serne Aindark boldly linked her arm through his, Simon flinched without thinking.
“I’ll go first!”
She drew in a breath and bent forward with all her strength.
……
But it was hopeless.
Simon’s feet lifted slightly, then touched down again—lifted, then touched down—a pattern that repeated. Though she continued grunting and straining with all her might, she could barely lift him for two seconds at a time.
‘Everyone from the Ivory Tower must have terrible athletic ability.’
“All right, back to neutral!”
At the assistant instructor’s call, Serne Aindark straightened up without having lifted Simon very much at all. The two stood back-to-back again.
“Simon.”
Serne Aindark’s whispering voice reached his ears.
“This time, I get to choose the topic, don’t I?”
“…Do whatever you want.”
“It’s about our futures.”
“Like career aspirations? I’ve never really thought about it.”
Standing back-to-back with him, she smiled brightly.
“After graduation in third year, have you given any thought to where you might be employed?”
‘So that’s what this was about.’
The direction of the conversation was obvious.
Recruitment offers. Simon sighed inwardly.
Just then, the assistant instructor’s voice rang out: “Now switch!” Simon took a deep breath and bent forward, and her body lifted so effortlessly it felt like nothing at all.
‘This is pathetic.’
And then, while Simon was caught off guard, she suddenly tilted her head all the way back.
When the crown of her head made contact with his neck, Simon’s face flushed red.
“What are you—!”
“Or how about this as your future aspiration?”
Her voice sang like lyrics.
And with what she said next, Simon could only doubt his own ears.
“The next Master of the Ivory Tower.”

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