Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 212

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Necromancer Academy Summoning Genius — Chapter 212
Simon ran quickly to a vantage point where he could see Merin’s screen clearly. The roar of the crowd echoed from just beside him.
On the screen, Merin stood alone against the elderly Priest.
Cleverly, she had carpeted the ground with ice, creating physical obstacles while she herself skated across it, surging forward and shaking off pursuit with ease.
Her expression alone betrayed how exhausted she was. Visibly furious, she came gasping into the Kizen Campus Grounds.
The Announcer bellowed.
—”There’s a reason they call it the Ivory Tower! Let’s give a roaring welcome to Merin Billenne, our ninth finalist……!”
“You crazy Kizen bastards! All of you!”
She burst into curses the moment she appeared.
Her bare voice was lost slightly in the roar of the crowd, but she pressed on, snarling.
“Are you even human? Huh? You were trying to kill a student! And you call this a practical assessment?! I’m going to……!”
Click!
Click!
Click!
The flash of Mana Cameras suddenly erupted from all directions, and Merin stopped herself short.
Reporters surged forward, followed by scouts dispatched from various organizations. There were even representatives from the Ivory Tower.
‘Ugh.’
Only now did Merin grasp what was happening.
“Merin! A word on passing the exam in the top ranks, if you please!”
A reporter shouted, raising a Mana Camera. More reporters pressed closer, and the crowd chanted her name.
In a heartbeat, Merin smoothed her disheveled sky-blue hair with her fingertips, pressed her feet together, straightened her uniform, clasped her hands demurely, and broke into a radiant smile.
“Hello~ I’m Merin Billenne, Class A, 1st Year.”
Her voice was like a spring breeze, and Simon, watching, let out a dry laugh.
She was saying completely different things now — how hard she’d worked, how grateful she was to the teachings of Kizen — the opposite of what she’d just spat at Kizen moments before. The way she waved toward the cameras with that gentle smile even carried a certain professionalism.
After finishing a brief interview with the Announcer, she came down from the stage, heaving deep sighs.
“Man. What a pain…….”
“Congratulations, Merin.”
Simon, who had been waiting, applauded her. Spotting him belatedly, Merin flushed with embarrassment and gave him a little wave.
“You were here first, as always. How did you place?”
“First.”
“Wow, you really…….”
She let out a dry laugh before her voice grew excited.
“Hey! Anyway, when you first saw that Holy Monster made from Prima Materia, didn’t you lose your mind? Seriously, how unfair is that?!”
Simon nodded in agreement with a smile.
“Yeah. It was nasty.”
“Right, right! These bastards! Crossing the line from day one of the term!”
After venting her grievances freely, she turned to look at the screens with a lighter expression.
“What about Kamibarez and the commoner?”
“Doesn’t seem like we need to worry much.”
Simon briefed her.
“They’re both working in large parties. They’re both core members, and Recon’s actually acting as the leader.”
“He does love showing off.”
Merin laughed lightly.
“He’s getting some kind of catharsis out of having a commoner boss around nobles, isn’t he?”
“I don’t know.”
Simon shook his head.
“When forming a team, Recon always starts at a disadvantage because of the barrier of status. But in the end, everyone comes to trust and follow him. Isn’t that his real strength?”
Merin blinked.
“You’re really talking him up nicely. What did that schemer give you?”
“No, I really do think that way.”
“Hmph, always sticking together and taking his side.”
She made a dismissive sound through her nose and looked at another screen.
“Our Kamibarez, though — nothing to worry about there.”
Even Recon had initially thought Kamibarez wouldn’t last long at Kizen, so poor was her athleticism and so tender her heart — but now she was proving herself a worthy Kizen student.
Kindness that’s put on shows itself, but genuine kindness eventually wins recognition. Watching people rally around her, Simon found himself in awe.
And so Simon and Merin chatted as they made their way to the Student Waiting Room.
Most of the students had gone to bathe; the room was spacious. Hector wasn’t there, nor was Shatel, the third exception.
Simon and Merin took their seats and quietly cheered on Recon and Kamibarez, talking in low voices.
“Whoever designed this test is absolutely wicked.”
Watching Kamibarez evade the Priests’ attacks, Merin’s frustration still hadn’t cooled as she ground her teeth.
Students sixty-eight through seventy-five, come forward!
The rankings climbed steadily upward.

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Kamibarez’s final ranking was three hundred forty-seventh.
Dick’s final ranking was four hundred twentieth.
Unlike the top-tier students like Simon, Merin, and Hector who had entered on the strength of overwhelming individual ability, both of them had joined larger teams and their rankings had slipped accordingly. Still, this was a solid position in the middle tier.
“Simon! Merin!”
Kamibarez, covered head to toe in dirt, rushed toward them with tears in her eyes. Simon and Merin reassured her that she’d done well, ruffling her hair tenderly.
“Kami! I really can’t thank you enough for today!”
“See you in Rochester later!”
Her teammates, having grown fond of her in their brief time fighting together, waved their goodbyes.
Kamibarez waved back to them, then turned her attention back to Simon and Merin.
“I’m so happy I’ll be able to continue school life with you both!”
She beamed at them.
“Come on, stop grinning like a fool. It’s killing me,” Merin said, crouching in front of Kamibarez to examine the scrapes on her knees and feet.
The intensity of the fight was written all over her—one shoe was missing entirely, and blood had pooled around the elbow of her school uniform.
“Before those wounds scar, let’s get you to the Medical Center right away.”
“Okay!”
Merin took Kamibarez’s hand and led her off to the Medical Center.
Moments later, Dick appeared in the distance, looking surprisingly intact, waving his arm lazily as he approached Simon. His casual gait and lazy grin were full of his characteristic mischief.
“You did good work. Dick.”
“That’s just the basics~”
The two boys bumped fists in celebration of their victory.
Dick stretched with a satisfied groan, then belatedly glanced around.
“Where are the girls?”
“Medical Center. You don’t need to go?”
“Just scratches—spit and they’ll heal.”
Dick asked for an explanation of the situation and whatever information Simon had first, and Simon relayed everything the teaching assistant had told him.
“Tch, they gathered all the journalists for a show. That’s Kizen for you.”
“You don’t seem surprised.”
“Of course I expected it! Adults all think alike. No matter what the situation, they base everything on profit and face. They’re actually simpler than kids.”
Soon after, the final students from the lower rankings entered, and the entrance exam came to an end.
Beyond the initial rankings, they would calculate crisis response ability, mental management, long-distance movement capability, and most importantly, Holy and Priest combat competency to determine the final scores.
As a side note, the Underworld Whale was reported to be unharmed.
The corpse of the dead Underworld Whale and the crimson sea of blood were actually a large-scale illusion magic created even with crows deployed. It had been a complete production success—many students’ minds had shattered at the sight.
With the test successfully completed, the students were given one hour of free time before the opening ceremony.
The Public Bathhouse was packed with students. After washing up, a fresh new Kizen uniform awaited each of them.
The design hadn’t changed much. Dick, who usually took great interest in magical equipment, read the instructions first and remarked that it seemed to have enhanced resistance to Holiness slightly.
The students changed into their crisp-smelling new uniforms and made their way to the Grand Hall. Merin and Kamibarez would arrive from the Female Dormitory, so they’d meet Simon and Dick at the hall.
Simon and Dick were walking through the crowd, chatting as they went, when commotion erupted near the back entrance that led to the Teleportation Magic Circle.
“You’re seriously telling us to leave like this? You’re joking, right?”
“What kind of school kicks people out at the opening ceremony!”
A disturbance had broken out near the back entrance leading to the Teleportation Magic Circle.
Dick’s expression turned questioning.
“Huh? What are they doing over there? Hey, isn’t that someone from our class?”
The students crowded at the back entrance were all wearing loose, pale green clothes—more like pajamas than uniforms.
‘Ah.’
Simon immediately grasped the situation and his expression grew pitying.
They were all part of the fifty students who had failed the entrance exam.
“I’m afraid outsiders cannot enter.”
Attendants blocked the failing students from entering, sweat beading on their foreheads.
“Outsiders? Who the hell are you calling outsiders? I’m a student here too!”
“What kind of school confiscates uniforms at the opening ceremony!”
A few students had paused to watch the spectacle.
Most ignored them and continued on their way, or watched from a distance, but some deliberately stepped forward to mock them.
“Pathetic, really pathetic.”
“Just go quietly. Why crawl all the way here?”
Most of them were students who held grudges against those who had failed.

“Isn’t that Recon from Class B?”
“Put on such a show, and now we’re supposed to teleport them out? Get them gone already.”
The winners sneered while the losers wept and hurled curses.
“Are you even human?”
“Non-mages should get lost. You still think you’re in the same league?”
“In class, he couldn’t even squeak……!”
Just as the hostility was escalating, someone slipped through the line of attendants using Spirit Form and bolted away.
“Spirit Form!”
A failed Necromancy candidate ran at terrifying speed toward the Kizen Campus Grounds.
Thud!
But a woman maintaining her own translucent Spirit Form tackled him in a single motion and slammed him to the ground.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow that.”
Naturally, Kizen had stationed personnel equipped to intercept Spirit Form.
She seized the boy by the back of his neck and dragged him away from the grounds.
“……Teaching Assistant Arita?”
At those words, her footsteps froze.
“Yes, that’s right? It’s me, Recon! The Recon you favored! The Recon who scored ninety on Necromancy!”
The boy cried out pleadingly, clutching at her pant leg.
“Please call Professor Umbra! Something’s wrong here! I was in the Top Squad, top hundred in grades—how are you dismissing me? Destroying my mental state with such dirty tactics?”
“…….”
“You know as well as I do! That incident with the Holy Monster nearly killed me! And it happened because I was protecting the ones who ran away!”
The teaching assistant bit her lip, then spoke.
“You are no longer part of Kizen. I’ll see you out.”
Betrayed even by her, Recon’s face contorted with rage. He slipped from her grasp using Spirit Form once more.
“Recon!”
“Hey! All of you!!”
Back in his solid form, Recon turned on the crowd.
“What are you all grinning about? You lived, didn’t you? Are you all mocking me while you boast about making the Top Squad?”
The gathered students jeered, giving him the thumbs-down.
“Boo~ you’re pathetic, Recon, disappear!”
“His parents are an Earl, but what’s it matter if he’s no Necromancer?”
Recon’s eyes flickered as he tried to summon the Dark Element.
“What is this commotion.”
A man’s voice—neither loud nor soft—swept across the crowd with overwhelming presence. The students parted left and right as one.
A man in an immaculate white suit approached, a white fedora pressed down on his head.
Silence fell instantaneously, so complete that not even a breath could be heard.
He withdrew a hand from his pocket and touched the brim of his fedora lightly, then lifted it upward, revealing eyes that had been hidden in shadow.
Bahil—one of Kizen’s star professors.
In truth, he had just left the operations center and arrived at the Grand Hall.
“I asked what the trouble is.”

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