Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 211

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Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Genius — Episode 211
The moment Simon stepped through the main gate, the dark and gloomy sky cleared brilliantly, revealing a pristine blue expanse.
Simon brought the Golem Board to a halt.
‘What… what is all this?’
It was as though he’d stepped into another world. A towering stage stretched from the main gate to the center of the campus grounds, and beneath it countless people were roaring with excitement.
Simon! Simon! Simon!
They were chanting his name.
Stunned and frozen, a ringing voice suddenly erupted from beside him.
—It’s Simon Polentia, our Special Admission student number one! And he’s passed in first place again! Let’s invite him to the stage!
Waaaaaaaaaaa!
A flamboyantly dressed announcer stood at the center of the stage, bellowing into an Amplification Crystal. When his gaze met Simon’s, he gestured toward him.
‘There weren’t this many people outside the gate. They must have been hidden by Illusion Magic. So this is…’
Simon’s eyes turned to a massive Mana Screen hovering in midair.
Images of other students battling creatures from Prima Materia were being broadcast live by observers on the screen.
‘This was all Kizen’s exam.’
It seemed that the test ended once students arrived at the Kizen campus grounds.
On another Mana Screen, a rankings board was displayed.
At the very top, in a golden slot marked with the number 1, Simon’s face, name, nationality, and chosen specialization were displayed.
‘Did I really arrive first?’
Click!
Click!
Brilliant flashes from Mana Cameras erupted from all directions.
Simon frowned and raised his arm to shield his eyes. Beside the cameras, men wearing masks and flowing black ties scribbled frantically in their notepads at incredible speed.
‘Scouts, too?’
His mind was reeling, but a sharp clarity was beginning to cut through the fog.
Simon calmly adjusted his tie, checked his appearance, and climbed onto the stage where the announcer stood.
“Let’s give Simon Polentia another round of applause!”
“Waaaaaaaaaaa!”
Basking in fervent cheers, Simon reached the center of the stage. The announcer lowered the crystal from his mouth and spoke quietly.
“Quite a shock, isn’t it? Do you need any additional explanation of the situation? Would a brief interview be alright?”
The questions came rapid-fire and urgent. He certainly needed clarification, but he’d probably be able to hear the details from below the stage.
“That’s fine. I’ll answer anything I can.”
Simon smiled his business smile and accepted the Amplification Crystal.
“You must be quite surprised! Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m a bit disoriented. But yes, I’m feeling good!”
“Then please start with a brief introduction!”
This was his first public appearance as Kizen’s Special Admission student number one. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on him. No mistakes would be tolerated.
Simon took a light breath and opened his mouth.
“Good day. I’m Simon Polentia.”

* * *
Whoooooosh!
Several thousand meters above Rocksum.
Hector, armed with the Corpse Dragon’s Wing and scales, rejected the ordinariness of a typical student. He was utilizing the high-altitude route above the clouds.
The moment Hector regained his senses, he grasped that this entire ordeal was Kizen’s exam and launched himself skyward.
Of course, simply heading skyward wasn’t easy. Kizen had released numerous bird-shaped creatures from Prima Materia into the air as well.
Relentless Holy Flash attacks concentrated specifically on Hector. For a moment he’d considered abandoning the aerial route and joining other students on the ground, but he ultimately forced himself to see the sky route through to the end.
Ordinary methods wouldn’t topple that creature. Driven by this singular will, Hector weaved through countless flying monsters in combat, and finally spotted the Kizen campus grounds from the high altitude.
‘I just need to descend from here!’
He’d lost time evading attacks. He’d shed no small number of scales as well. Hector glanced back at the pursuing creatures, then pulled every trace of his Dark Element into focus on his Corpse Dragon’s Wing.
His legs drifted upward, his head pointed down. In that very posture, he began a high-speed descent toward the campus.
Whiiiiiiing!
Scales threatened to be torn away by the violent wind.
Yet Hector endured it gladly. And he was certain.
‘This time, I’ll definitely be first!’
The Kizen campus grounds rapidly drew near.
Seeing the transparent Dark Element flowing like a curtain spread across the empty campus, Hector’s conviction only deepened.
This was undoubtedly Kizen’s exam.
‘I’ll begin Kizen’s integrated second semester with my victory! I, the heir of the Muir Family…’
His body pierced through the Dark Element barrier and descended.
‘Perfect!’
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
The background shifted dramatically, and countless spectators rose to their feet with thunderous cheers.
A shiver of pure ecstasy coursed through his body.
Hector threw his arms wide and roared—a cry that might have come from a dragon itself.
-While we were conducting interviews, student Hector Muir has just arrived!
Of course I’m the one…… Wait? What did he say?
-Truly, the Muir Family—a house of houses! Student Hector Muir has decisively claimed second place, outpacing all the other special admission students and monsters alike. Let’s give him a round of applause!
Second place? Not first?
-And now, back to our interview with student Simon Polentia, who has taken the lead position…….
Hector’s expression turned deathly cold.
On the stage ahead, Simon stood holding the Amplification Crystal, answering the Announcer’s questions.
“Roooooooaaaaaaar!”
Hector’s cry, his face flushed crimson with rage, shook the entire hall.

* * *
The interview had gone smoothly enough.
How he’d spent his break, what Black Magic techniques he’d been practicing recently, the most difficult parts of his time at Kizen, his resolve as he entered the second semester—the usual questions.
He’d been nervous they might press him about his past or background, but nothing uncomfortable had come up. Just the kind of questions a student could reasonably answer.
Once the interview ended and he stepped offstage, a woman was waiting for him with her hands clasped politely before her.
The moment their eyes met, she bowed first.
“Simon.”
He didn’t know her name, but her face was familiar.
She was Jane’s Assistant, the professor overseeing Class A. He’d seen her a few times when she’d observed his training, or when Jane had summoned him.
Simon bowed respectfully in return.
“How have you been? I’m glad to see a familiar face.”
It truly lightened his mood.
“I’ve been well. But from what I saw on the screens, you were getting thrown around pretty hard. Are you hurt anywhere?”
At that, Simon grabbed his aching left arm.
“This arm, a bit.”
She stepped closer and took hold of his arm.
“How about here?”
“It’s fine——”
“What about here?”
“Ow! That hurts!”
Simon yelped, and she grinned, nodding knowingly.
“Come on. I’ll take you to get treatment.”
“Thank y——”
Waaaaaaaaaaa!
Another wave of thunderous cheers erupted. Both of them turned their heads.
It was hard to see from here, but someone had just arrived third. The Announcer was calling out the name Shatel Maer.
“Let’s go.”
Simon followed the assistant down the corridor. She explained that while ordinarily attendants would handle such tasks, given the scale of this event, the assistants themselves were directly managing the students.
“But assistant professor—what is all this?”
Simon poured out the question he’d been holding back, and she laughed softly.
“Sorry—bit of a shock, right? You’ll hear the details at the Opening Ceremony, but this is basically a practical assessment for all the first-year students. It counts toward your grades, and I’d guess at least fifty students will be leaving Kizen today.”
Simon’s heart sank at that.
‘Fifty students?’
“And this exam is being held as a public event—just like the public duel evaluation before, when the Princess of the Dresden Kingdom came to watch.”
She glanced at Simon as she said this, reading his reaction.
“Of course, I understand how you feel. I experienced it myself when I was at Kizen—I was so anxious during the exam, throwing up, practically losing control, and knowing the crowd could see everything… well, it was infuriating.”
Simon waved his hands in alarm.
“N-no, not that bad! Kizen has given me a stage to make my name known, so——!”
She smiled knowingly, as if she could see right through him, and tilted the corner of her mouth upward.
“I may be just a lowly assistant professor with no real authority, but as an educator, I’d like to apologize on behalf of the institution. The truth is, this entrance exam was already planned—but the decision to make it public came from Kizen Headquarters.”
“What? Why would the Headquarters suddenly——”
“Actually, after the first-year terror incident last time, there have been growing voices questioning Kizen’s authority.”
Four kingdoms, and towering families of ivory towers—ruling them all through the brute force of a single organization was never easy.
In that regard, Efnel had been clever.
They had destroyed all the old nations and their rulers, built a single empire called the Sacred Federation, planted religion as the foundational pillar above royal authority, and controlled the populace through censorship and the apparatus of Inquisition.
Meanwhile, Neftis had chosen the more difficult path of “unity,” binding the factions together under the banner of an alliance. The Anti-Kizen Faction that emerged in backlash found the Saint Incident to be a perfect opportunity.
“Holding the exam as a public spectacle was a form of demonstration, you see. They’re showing the world that Kizen remains supreme, and that the students involved in the incident aren’t intimidated by what happened.”
According to her account, the spectators had actually been taken aback when Kizen first unveiled the severity of the exam.
Seventeen-year-old students who hadn’t even finished their first semester were suddenly confronted with the trauma of death, forced to fight against twisted abominations and actual priests, and even had their Kizen School Uniforms rendered useless before being thrust into battle.
It wouldn’t have been surprising if students had begun showing up with destroyed Cores.
Yet in the end, the vast majority of students overcame their fear, fought the priests, and struggled their way onto the Kizen Campus Grounds.
The spectators had been deeply moved by this display, and the atmosphere when Simon entered had formed on the back of that same emotional current. Everything was unfolding exactly as the Headquarters had orchestrated.
‘……They’re certainly a formidable organization. They play with the political landscape like a game.’
Simon could already imagine the headlines that would soon spread across every newspaper in the kingdom. He smiled inwardly and swept away the wandering thoughts.
“But what happened to those priests from before?”
“That’ll be explained a bit later during the Opening Ceremony. To put it simply, they’re people who escaped from the Sacred Federation and are now cooperating with Kizen. You can think of it that way.”
They arrived at the Emergency Medical Center. Jane’s Assistant bowed respectfully and left. Simon underwent treatment.
Fortunately, his left arm required no splinting and was quickly attended to. He was instructed not to strain it for the next two days.
After receiving medicine, he left the medical center and made his way back toward the Student Waiting Room.
A murmur swept through the crowd.
The spectators’ voices rose in a wave of excitement. Simon’s gaze turned toward the Mana Screen, and a warm smile crossed his face.
‘It’s Merin!’
She had made it to the front of the Kizen Campus Grounds, ranking among the top ten.
Now only the battle with the elderly priest remained.

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