Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 220

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School Episode 220
The shockwaves from the very first Summoning Magic class were extraordinary.
Everyone was talking about Simon and the Quadrupedal Skeleton.
“……H-hey, Hector.”
Meanwhile, Hector’s mood had plummeted to its worst. His faction members found themselves tiptoeing around his dark expression from day one.
“Don’t worry about it. The only thing he’s actually decent at is Summoning Magic anyway.”
“Right, right—let’s just grab some food.”
Hector slowly pushed himself up from his seat.
“That’s enough. Don’t say another word.”
“Got it!”
Under normal circumstances, Hector was reasonably gentle, harbor no grudges, and took good care of his people—but the moment Simon’s name came up, all of that dissolved into chaos.
His faction members hurried him away from the classroom.
“Simon!”
As Simon was getting up to eat as well, several female students who’d been watching Hector’s every expression descended on him as though they’d been waiting for their moment.
“How did you do that just now?”
“I want to get better at Skeleton Dash too!”
“Will you coach us this weekend?”
The girls crowded around him, pelting him with questions, but Simon answered each one readily, without a trace of reluctance.
“Oh, really? That’s a shame…….”
Thump!
Just then, someone shoved their way through, jostling the shoulders of two girls mid-question. Both of them spun around with sharp, angry eyes.
“What the heck—!”
But the moment they laid eyes on a girl with sky-blue hair and an utterly expressionless face, the color drained from their cheeks.
While the startled pair stammered uselessly, Merin’s stern expression suddenly softened into an apologetic smile.
“Sorry~ I just tripped over my own feet coming through. My bad.”
The moment Merin apologized, the two girls grew even more flustered, cold sweat beading down their faces.
“No, no! We’re the ones who should apologize!”
“We didn’t know it was you……! W-we’re serious!”
Merin flashed them another bright smile before turning to Simon. As she drew closer, the other female students instinctively backed away.
“Hey.”
Merin opened her mouth.
“Aren’t you hungry? Kamibarez and Dick are waiting for us in the back.”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
The two of them slipped quickly through the crowd. As Merin swept him along by his side, she glanced back at him.
“You know it doesn’t look great, right?”
“What doesn’t?”
At Simon’s question, she let out a deep sigh.
“Getting swarmed by girls like that. It looks messy. Why do you have to spend your personal time coaching them and playing volunteer? Time is money here at Kizen. There’s a limit to being a good person.”
At Merin’s sudden, icy words, Simon blinked.
“Actually, I already turned them down on the way over.”
“Huh? Y-you did?”
“I’ve got something booked this weekend. And I told them they’d be better off going to one of the teaching assistants—they’re way more skilled than I am and they teach better.”
“……O-oh, I see.”
Merin’s face flushed with embarrassment. She quickly turned her head back forward.
‘Ugh, why did I go off like that.’
Simon seemed like the type—overwhelmingly kind, considerate, the sort who got taken advantage of and lost out in life.
But the reality was slightly different. He had a clear line between public and private matters.
While Merin had seen him pursue things according to his interests, she’d rarely seen him volunteer for areas that offered him no personal gain.
In that sense, was Simon even genuinely interested in dating or romantic relationships? He seemed like the type who would just flatly refuse if he said his hands were full.
‘……But why am I even thinking about that.’
As Merin sighed inwardly, Dick and Kamibarez appeared outside the cafeteria, waving them over.
“That was incredible today, Simon!”
“Seriously! Every time Hector clashes with you, something huge happens!”
Dick bounced over, grinning widely, and raised his fist.
“You deliberately recreated that first Summoning Magic class from first semester to mess with Hector’s head, didn’t you?”
Simon bumped his fist in return with a wry smile.
“I didn’t have that intention at all—I just pushed hard to win, and it turned out this way. I hope Hector doesn’t take it the wrong way.”
The four of them headed into the cafeteria, chatting as they went. Back-to-back classes had made them a bit late for lunch.
Dick settled into an empty seat and glanced at the menu.
“I’ll have the chicken cutlet.”
“Me too.”
The two men ordered quickly.
Merin, who’d slipped on an apron to keep the sauce from her School Uniform, wore an expression of bemused skepticism.
“I know it’s not my place to meddle. Just try something new. How is it you haven’t changed your taste at all since first semester?”
“Heh heh, safe choices are the best! Reckless adventure ruins the whole day!”
The man who’d said this—Dick—broke into a grin.
“So let’s see what you’re picking, Mr. Know-It-All.”
“Hmph.”
Merin studied the menu with utmost seriousness.
“Then I’ll have the seasoned beans with…”
“Urrrgh!”
A retching sound suddenly erupted.
Merin shot Dick a sharp look; he waved his hands defensively, insisting it wasn’t him. She turned back to the menu.
“Seasoned beans…”
“Bleeegh!”
“Cough! Urk! Urrrrgh!”
“Damn it! Who are these bastards?”
Merin’s face flushed crimson as she shot to her feet.
Students who’d been eating suddenly doubled over on the floor, retching. All wore expressions of genuine agony. Several others nearby clapped their hands over their mouths and bolted for the restrooms.
“What’s going on?”
“Looks like Class D students.”
Simon and his groupmates, along with the other students, exchanged bewildered glances.
Kamibarez, who’d been quietly reading the menu, carefully closed it and set it on the table. Then, with an embarrassed smile, she suggested, “Um… should we try a different cafeteria?”
The other three exchanged silent agreement and closed their menus.

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But the other cafeterias were no better. Not a few students were rushing to the restrooms complaining of nausea, or else sprawled across the floor in their misery.
Merin muttered that her appetite had vanished entirely. Eventually, the four of them headed to the Kiosk, grabbed sandwiches to get by, and went into their next lecture.
The day’s final class was Byeol-Ya’s Poison Magic lecture.
In the lecture hall of the Poison Studies Building, one Magic Cauldron per student, the students took their seats in the designated spaces.
‘Byeol-Ya actually teaching class—I can hardly picture it. I’m curious what kind of lesson she’ll give.’
Simon waited with equal parts anticipation and dread as Byeol-Ya and her teaching assistants entered the lecture hall. Every student’s expression shifted to shock.
‘…Ugh, ahem.’
‘Nowhere to look without feeling awkward.’
Byeol-Ya had not come dressed in the formal attire she’d worn at the opening ceremony, but rather in those tattered, wild clothes exactly as before.
She strode onto the dais and flopped into the chair with an ungainly sprawl. A snap of her fingers sent the assistants scurrying nervously to call the roll.
‘Wait, those people…’
Simon found their faces familiar. Dick must have noticed too, for he spoke up.
“They’re Lang’s old teaching assistants, aren’t they?”
In fact, Kizen’s headquarters and elders had never fully approved of them. When Lang was assassinated and the Holy Maiden clung to Francesca, the assistants who’d worked most closely with him hadn’t noticed a thing amiss.
Of course, this whole affair had been a deception that fooled all of Kizen, and it was hardly fair to pin all blame on them alone. Beyond that, with this replacement of the Poison Magic professorship, Lang’s entire staff was destined for unemployment.
So the assistants were packing, preparing to leave Rocksum with heavy hearts, when startling news arrived.
—I’m supposed to handpick my assistants? Ugh! Too much trouble. Just keep the same ones!
A reversal occurred.
This eccentric Byeol-Ya had shown up at Kizen with nothing but her own body, calling herself the new Poison Magic professor. And she’d decided to keep Lang’s assistants as they were.
The assistants, having failed to protect their former professor, had narrowly escaped the stigma of incompetence that comes with being cast out. But with the new professor taking them on, they’d been handed a chance to restore their honor.
Naturally, the assistants’ loyalty had swelled to the point where they’d have gladly torn out their own hearts for Byeol-Ya.
The female assistant who’d called the roll approached Byeol-Ya with a low bow.
“Professor. All of A-Class is present.”
“Mmhm.”
Byeol-Ya yawned lengthily, then rose from her chair. She strode forward and took her place before the lectern.
The students in the front rows subtly averted their gaze from her. The rather high-exposure ragged outfit was decidedly uncomfortable for seventeen-year-olds to look at.
“Hmm.”
She flipped open a Textbook.
There was still material left from the first semester’s Textbook. Kizen’s directive was that all of this had to be covered before moving on to the new second-semester Textbook. The students all had their copies open to the section they’d learned, waiting.
Flutter, flutter.
“Why in the world am I supposed to teach this garbage? I still don’t get it, honestly.”
After flipping through a few pages, she snapped the Textbook shut. Then she turned her gaze to the students, baring her triangular shark teeth in a grin.
“They say the first lecture should open with a provocative question to set the tone? Fine. What is poison?”
She strode toward the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote a single character in large, sweeping strokes.
Of course, none of the students could read what she’d written. It wasn’t the common tongue of the continent, but rather the pictographic script of the Malarat Tribe from the steppes.
“The history of humanity is—”
She set down the chalk and struck the board with her fist. Bang!
“Also the history of poison.”
The blackboard cracked and fragments tumbled to the floor, but Byeol-Ya paid no attention whatsoever.
“When you look at human death as a whole, the truth is that humans killing each other in war accounts for remarkably little. Poison is disease, and disease spreads. The Plague—which supposedly killed a third of the continent’s population in ages past—hardly needs explanation, does it? The conclusion is simple: more people die from illness than those who live out their full natural span and pass peacefully in their sleep.”
The students stared blankly, and she grinned.
“Ah, look at your pathetic faces! Did I cast the net too wide? Fine, let me tell you a war story you’ll actually like. Soldiers stabbed to death by spears on the battlefield are mostly worthless foot soldiers. Legendary heroes and powerful figures—those who shape the world—rarely die to a blade. A commander being killed by a sword? That only happens when the power disparity tilts so extremely to one side that victory is already decided.”
She wrote another character beside the first one on the blackboard.
“So war is dreadfully inefficient. To kill one or two troublesome rulers, how many wretched soldiers must die in the process? Historically, it was poison and disease that eliminated the ‘real’ movers of the world. Poison is remarkably easy and convenient. You just make them ingest it, inhale it, breathe it—and they’re corrupted without even knowing. Only an idiot wouldn’t use such a tool. Wouldn’t you agree?”
She opened her palm, displaying it to them.
“Those so-called pragmatist Necromancers haven’t studied this invaluable method for nothing, have they? Potent, complex poisons that even Priests cannot purify with their Purification magic. Or by the time they cast it, the organs have already turned to mush. We must aim for that level of sophistication.”
She tossed the chalk down and stepped forward again.
“Whew! That was a long-winded introduction, you brats—your Vice-Chancellor insisted I spell it out like this. Now then, let’s move directly into the practical training of my Poison Magic class!”
Simon swallowed hard as he watched the assistants busily preparing.
What kind of class was she about to conduct?

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