Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 138

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 138
There was no room for debate. Everyone nodded silently at Dick’s words.
Simon felt a bit embarrassed and scratched the side of his head, while Hector showed no reaction whatsoever.
“And the weakest team is…”
Dick glanced sidelong at Merin before speaking.
“Probably Team 1, the one you and I are on, right?”
“Hey! Why are we the weakest!?”
Merin’s face flushed as she protested.
“Merin, do you know any Enhancement Black Magic?”
“Well, um… a few minor spells…”
“Unless you can burn all of C-Class with Black Flames, you’re going to have a tough time standing out in a match like this.”
Small bursts of laughter scattered throughout the room. Merin’s face burned even hotter.
Regardless, Dick continued with his explanation.
“While Team 1 is heavily dependent on Merin, Team 3 has solid depth across the board.”
Cindy Vivace, Class A’s Command Studies ace.
Jamie Victoria, Class A’s Curse Studies ace.
Pierre Buckler, Class A’s Summoning Studies ace.
Claudia Menzies, Class A’s Toxicology ace.
These students, all scoring in the 90s on their chosen subjects in written exams, were concentrated in Team 3.
Though Simon and Hector’s performances had been so overwhelmingly dominant that some students believed Team 3 was the strongest, that dominance had skewed everyone’s perception.
Meanwhile, Merin, left to lead Team 1 alone, didn’t possess Dark Magic particularly suited to ball-based games.
“So our class composition is weak, strong, and strong-middle. No matter what we have to do, we need to attach Merin’s weakest Team 1 to Serne’s team.”
“…You just wait and see later.”
Merin shot Dick a glare, crossed her arms, and turned away. Then she began burning with fierce determination.
Watching her, Dick let a small smile play at his lips.
Beyond that effect, he had faith that if they were facing Serne, Merin would do whatever it took to fight harder.
“Full of yourself and running your mouth, you bastard.”
The class’s lively atmosphere subtly shifted at the cold voice.
Hector’s eyes gleamed with lethal intent as he cut in.
“Stop dragging this out and just say what you’re really here to say.”
“Ah, so impatient~ Just wait a moment longer.”
Dick spoke with ease, hands in his pockets.
‘He’s acting cocky because he’s relying on Simon Polentia.’
But Hector didn’t respond further.
There was no need to pay attention to such a small fry. He had barely enough focus for one person, let alone more.
“I found it.”
Suddenly, a male student’s voice came from empty air. Everyone looked around bewildered, and the air shimmered and melted away, revealing a Bespectacled Student appearing beside Dick.
It was Camouflage, a concealment technique that hides the body.
“Will you tell us?”
Dick smiled wickedly.

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“Well then, students. Prepare for the match.”
Bred, serving as referee, grumbled as he spoke. The students came rushing forward toward the Court.
‘Ugh, what a pain.’
Hong Peng and the other instructors left in a hurry, saying they had to prepare meals, leaving Bred and two senior instructors to babysit the students and act as referees.
Of course, even the senior instructor had dumped everything on Bred and vanished somewhere.
‘Damn it, this is driving me crazy! Do I deserve to be treated like this?’
Bred ran his hands roughly through his hair.
‘Ever since that incident fighting with Simon, Professor Hong Peng’s been treating me coldly! The other instructors subtly disrespect me too! Damn it! Damn it! They obviously all know! That bastard Simon must have spread rumors about me!’
Of course, it was only Bred’s own persecution complex.
‘Simon Polentia…!’
Moreover, there had been something even more irritating just now.
Simon had brought along a girl named Kamibarez.
-Instructor. Kamibarez seems to be having some anemia symptoms, so she needs medicine.
Bred had answered curtly that they didn’t have anything like that and told her to just bear it a little longer.
Then what Simon said with that cold smile had been outrageous.
-The student’s not feeling well. If you say you don’t have medicine, I guess being an instructor at Kizen is all over for you, huh?
His heart had sunk.
An unspoken threat—to tell Hong Peng everything and make him step down from his position as an instructor at Kizen!
With his weakness exposed, Bred had no choice but to sprint all the way to Hong Peng’s cottage to fetch the medicine.
‘Argh! This is infuriating! That bastard won’t stop crawling up!’
Tap-tap-tap.
Bred’s leg bounced with rage. At the same moment, the helplessness of his position against Simon struck him as pitiable.
How am I supposed to endure three more years while that monster’s still here?
What if he doesn’t take Combat Martial Arts next semester?
Impossible. Professor Hong Peng wouldn’t invest so much effort in a student only to have him drop out, and Combat Martial Arts is exactly the domain where the boy’s talents are shining through.
What bothered Bred most was the look on Professor Hong Peng’s face from across the practice grounds when Simon succeeded in Internal Black Differentiation—an expression of pure, boundless joy that he’d never seen in his five years of service.
Never once in five years had he witnessed such an expression.
‘Ugh!’
Jealousy, rage, and wretchedness churned inside Bred until his head felt ready to burst. He yanked at his hair in exasperation.
He was barely in his mid-twenties, yet the stress was already thinning his hair. At this rate, he’d end up just like his father….
“Teaching assistant.”
At the sound of a voice, Bred’s eyes snapped open.
Jamie stood before him at attention, addressing him.
“Class A and C-Class have all assembled.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Bred rose slowly from his seat.
“Then let’s begin the match. Team 1 from Class A and C-Class, step forward.”
Team 1 from Class A—including Merin and Dick—stepped up.
From C-Class came—
“Serne! It’s Serne!”
“Serne’s up first!”
“Yay!”
Class A erupted in cheers, arms shooting into the air.
Meanwhile, the C-Class students glanced toward Simon and Hector, and when they didn’t appear, a disappointed sigh rippled through the crowd.
From Class A’s perspective, it was an ideal arrangement—they’d managed to throw their weakest card against the opponent’s ace.
“Honestly, we got so lucky drawing Serne’s team out.”
“The rest of them will handle it somehow.”
The Class A students were already resigned to defeat.
“Don’t you dare give up! You lunatics!”
Merin whipped around to face her classmates, letting out a sharp cry.
“We’re going to win!”
Class A offered back a weak, perfunctory round of applause—not a trace of conviction in their eyes.
Merin thought she’d never felt her stomach turn so many times in a single day, and she spun on her heel.
Swish-swish.
There stood Serne in a flowing white outer robe worn over her Kizen School Uniform, waving her hand with a smile directed at Merin. Merin glared back with a sharp glint in her eye.
‘You’re going down today. For real.’
Twenty students from each class entered the Court.
Outside, both classes erupted into fervent cheers.
While the students inside the Court stood ready, burning with competitive fire, Bred alone yawned lazily, his expression dripping with indifference, before he raised the whistle hanging from his neck to his lips.
“Quiet! Class representatives, step forward.”
Merin and Serne walked out. Bred pulled a one-silver coin from his pocket.
“Heads or tails?”
“Heads! Definitely heads!!”
Merin spoke with burning intensity.
“Then I’ll take tails~”
Serne replied in a smooth, honeyed voice. Bred carelessly flicked the coin, then casually caught it and slapped it onto the back of his hand.
“Heads. Class A gets first move.”
“Yes!”
Merin clenched both fists. Serne flipped her hair and turned around.
“How cute~ You actually wanted to win something like this?”
“It’s because I can’t wait to smash that pretty face of yours in!”
The two of them, fire and water, turned their backs to each other and walked away. Throughout it all, Serne kept chuckling to herself.
Bred flicked the ball toward Class A.
“Begin.”
Shriek.
He blew his whistle. Merin passed the ball to Dick.
“Come on, Enchant shuttle. Get moving.”
“Sure thing~ Sure thing~ Just like headquarters ordered!”
As Dick applied an Enchant to the ball, Merin summoned a magic circle. Dick glanced sideways at her and spoke.
“You know you’re disqualified if you use offensive magic on your opponent, right?”
“I know that!”
Having drawn the magic circle, she retreated several steps backward. The enthusiastic cheers of Class A students rose from the stands.
“Land that first strike beautifully!”
“Take down one and strike that pose!”
Her face flushed crimson, and she whirled around sharply.
“Ugh, you’re all so loud! Quiet!!”
Once Merin had silenced the Class A students who kept testing her nerves, she settled back into a serious expression.
Dick, having finished the Enchant, gestured upward and shrugged—she nodded in response.
“Here I go.”
Dick tossed the Enchanted ball high, as if serving it. Merin, who had retreated several paces, activated Internal Dark Element Manipulation and sprinted forward, launching herself skyward with explosive force.
Whoooosh!
She soared like a butterfly, her arm sweeping down with tremendous power.
Just before the ball touched her palm, the magic circle inscribed on the back of her hand ignited a Black Flame System.
Blazeeeee!
Flames erupted in a violent burst as she struck the ball with all her might.
Crack!!
The ball flew through the air and struck a male C-Class student directly in the face. He had no time to react.
Thud.
Roll-roll-roll.
The ball dropped from his face, and she landed lightly, releasing the breath she’d been holding. “Phew!”
“Yesssss!”
“Nice, Merin!”
Cheers erupted from all corners.
“See that?”
Merin straightened, turning to look at Dick.
“I can win without any enhancement magic!”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re definitely the best~”
She kicked at Dick’s lounging rear end and turned her gaze away. She caught sight of Simon among the other students watching, clapping and grinning widely. Her spirits lifted, and a surge of pride flooded through her.
Bred, perched on the judge’s stand with his chin in his hand, gestured impatiently back and forth.
“Hurry up. Next—C-Class attacks.”
A female student with twin tails stepped forward from C-Class. Merin called out instructions.
“Tanks forward! Everyone move up!”
Merin, the primary striker, and a few others fell back, while the larger male students moved forward—Combat Martial Arts candidates and those with Defensive Black Magic.
The twin-tailed girl glanced at Class A’s formation before tossing the ball forward with an awkward motion. It was heading out of bounds.
“Haha! Where are you throwing—!”
But the ball suddenly curved sharply as it traveled toward the court, striking a student in the chest.
This time, cheers erupted from the C-Class side.
“You idiot! You saw how the professor’s demonstration curved the direction! Don’t let your guard down!”
Merin’s blood was up. The student who’d been hit scratched his head awkwardly and left the court.
“Dick! Reapply the Enchant and send it over!”
Merin served as Class A’s primary firepower. Whenever the ball came their way, all of Class A would feed it to her.
Her offensive power was undeniably exceptional. A 100% success rate—not a single opponent had managed to escape her strikes.
By contrast, C-Class cycled through different students as attackers. Serne herself stood in the corner of the court, making no move to attack, her expression indifferent as she trimmed her nails. The other C-Class students didn’t dare press her to participate, watching warily instead.
Smack!
A Class A student trying to catch the ball struck his arm instead—an out.
Simon, watching from outside the court, let slip a rueful smile.
‘In reality, attacks succeed more often than not.’
This match heavily favored the attacking side. But beyond that, first-year students at Kizen had a pronounced cultural bias toward undervaluing defense.
In the first year, each curse packs significant power, so in Duel Assessments, the side that lands the first curse or strikes first naturally enjoys a dramatically higher win rate.
Both sides lacking proper fundamentals, the culture of “first strike wins” ran deep.
Moreover, in actual battle, defense could rely on Protective Suits or Kizen School Uniforms, so first-years’ bias toward offensive dominance only grew stronger.
Naturally, as one advanced to higher grades or became a professor, the importance of defense increased organically.
Boom!
“Ooooooh!”
Both Class A and C-Class erupted in exclamation at once.
In a match where attack success rates ran so high, the spectacular play—unquestionably—was defense.
A Combat Martial Arts student from Class A had blocked a C-Class attack for the first time. Dark Element flowed across his body.

‘Internal Black Differentiation,’ he thought.
A Combat Martial Arts candidate who’d studied ahead, he launched an immediate counterattack, catching the Class C student off-guard.
By neutralizing the opponent’s assault and landing his own blow successfully, the value of his strike doubled. Everyone on the Court converged on him, erupting in high-fives.
The key to this match lay with whoever possessed Defensive Black Magic or, failing that, possessed formidable Combat Martial Arts ability.
‘Defense,’ Simon murmured.
His eyes gleamed.
Through nothing more than a simple exchange of attacks, Hong Peng had already posed a new question to all the students watching.

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