Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 222

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 222
The tumultuous Poison Magic class had finally come to an end.
Byeol-Ya, who had put the world’s finest elites through every conceivable trial right from the first lesson, stretched languidly and slipped out of the Poison Studies Building with a satisfied smirk on her face.
“Professor!”
A long-haired woman came rushing after Byeol-Ya, breathless. She was the Head Teaching Assistant who had succeeded Francesca.
Byeol-Ya grinned, baring her pointed triangular teeth.
“Well done today, everyone.”
“Professor, the thing is…… well.”
The Head Teaching Assistant hesitated for a moment before carefully asking.
“Will you be running this same class for the other year groups tomorrow?”
“Of course!”
“Then, from the second class onward…….”
“Obviously they’ll have to consume a new poison! Didn’t I mention that?”
The Head Teaching Assistant broke out in a cold sweat.
What on earth was she supposed to do about this woman?
She’d accepted them when they had nowhere else to go, so she couldn’t very well refuse—but allowing such a mad curriculum to proceed meant the students’ resistance would be fierce.
These weren’t ordinary students, either. They were the children of clan heads, generals, and high ministers—the offspring of the realm’s most powerful figures.
What would their parents do if word got out that Kizen was force-feeding poison to their precious, carefully-reared children?
After much deliberation, the Head Teaching Assistant steeled her resolve and decided to offer honest counsel.
“I understand your teaching objectives and intent, Professor. But these are 1st year students who still know nothing! Moreover, many of them don’t regularly use Poison Magic. No matter how much we frame this as part of a semi-wartime curriculum, this kind of training would be better suited for when the students have matured further…….”
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Suddenly, a thunderous laugh poured out. With each heave of Byeol-Ya’s shoulders, colorful grains of sand tumbled to the ground, and the teaching assistant hurriedly stepped back.
“You understand my objectives and intent, you say?”
“Yes, well.”
“Then that settles it. I know what you’re all worried about, but if you just keep watching what the higher-ups think, you won’t accomplish anything. I’ll take full responsibility, so trust me and follow along.”
Byeol-Ya gave the woman’s shoulder a light pat and laughed knowingly.
“Understood?”
“……Yes.”
Byeol-Ya gave the Head Teaching Assistant’s shoulder a gentle tap and turned to leave.
Exactly thirty seconds after she disappeared, the other teaching assistants who’d been hiding emerged in a rush.
“What happened, senior?”
“Did she agree not to?”
At their questions, the Head Teaching Assistant shook her head firmly. Sighs and groans echoed through the hallway.
“……Sigh. What curse is on this Poison Magic class?”
A male teaching assistant leaned his back against the wall with a vacant stare and pulled out a cigar.
“The first professor passed away, the second is a saint, and the third is a wildling.”
“Sir. Smoking is prohibited on campus grounds.”
“Do I look like I’m about to light it? What crime did we commit to have to serve people like this?”
The morale of the teaching staff was visibly collapsing. That’s when the Head Teaching Assistant spoke in a grave voice.
“Put it away.”
The male teaching assistant flinched, then awkwardly tucked the cigar back into his pocket.
The Head Teaching Assistant looked around at everyone and began to speak.
“If those are the professor’s orders, we have no choice. We’ll go along with it. But we need to act as a buffer as much as possible and smooth over the students’ complaints.”
“By smoothing over complaints, you mean……?”
“How exactly would you do that?”
At the juniors’ questions, the Head Teaching Assistant opened her mouth with a determined expression.
“We’ll suggest reducing the toxin concentration or cutting the lessons down to two sets instead. We’ll create an atmosphere where the professor also adjusts the intensity out of consideration for the students. I’ll go back to the professor tomorrow and try again.”
The teaching assistants nodded in agreement.

* * *
Today’s classes were all finished.
Simon wasn’t in the best condition, but he’d decided to stop by the Mutation club room for the first time in a while. He’d promised Toto he’d introduce himself to the senior members, so he had to keep his word.
‘This place looks shabby no matter how many times I see it.’
On the club room door was a sheet of paper with the word “Mutation” written in crooked letters.
Since it was tattered and on the verge of falling off, he gently pressed it back in place before knocking.
“It’s Simon Polentia.”
But for some reason, there was a commotion inside.
Wondering if another accident had happened, he carefully opened the door.
“Over there, it’s getting away!”
“Catch it!”
There was genuinely a disturbance underway.
A pitch-black skeleton was rampaging and fleeing, and when Toto lunged to grab it, the skeleton’s kick caught him square in the face. He erupted with a nosebleed and crashed against the wall.
“Agh! Stop right there!”
Behind him came the sight of a cream-haired girl sprinting forward, her face smudged with coal-black powder.
Benya Vanilla, a 2nd Year student—granddaughter of the chairman of Vanilla Group, the giant undead conglomerate, and president of the club Mutation.
She spotted Simon and called out as if the timing couldn’t have been better.
“Hey, you! Stop that thing, quick!”
The runaway skeleton wielded Twin Axes in both hands, performing a perilously wild display of slashing wildly through empty air. With one swing of those axes, a nearby tank shattered, and yellowish liquid leaked out in streams.
The liquid dripped directly into Toto’s mouth as he lay sprawled beneath it.
“Ugh!”
Tap-tap! Tap-tap-tap!
The runaway skeleton charged toward the open doorway Simon had left, hurling itself through. Simon dropped into a combat stance and spoke.
“Senior, is it all right if I destroy this?”
“Absolutely not! That creature is an important step toward world conquest! Subdue it with as little damage as possible!”
“?”
Toto, who had scrambled up to avoid the falling liquid, wore an expression of utter disbelief.
Was this really something that could be subdued without damage?
“Understood.”
As Simon extended his right arm, six Overlord Tentacles unfurled with a sharp sound.
Before the skeleton could even swing its Twin Axes, two of the blades passed through with precision, cleanly severing the joints between the arm bones.
The remaining tentacles each passed through with equal precision, severing the joints of both legs, the chest, and the neck. The skeleton’s body scattered into a heap of bones.
Clatter-clatter-clatter!
Simon leaped between the flying bones and caught the most crucial skull in his arms as he descended.
“Here.”
“Oh, thank you!”
Benya quickly received the skull and lightly touched the Magic Circle inscribed within it. The skeleton’s head, which had been thrashing as if to bite her fingers, went still as though sedated.
“Phew. That was close. Thank you, thank you~”
Benya set the skull down on the table with a flourish. Toto, who had witnessed Simon’s display from up close, couldn’t close his mouth.
‘His Overlord control is so much cleaner than before. Or rather, how does he stay so calm in a crisis like that? We’re the same age, but it feels like he’s had completely different experiences!’
Simon, uncomfortable under Toto’s gleaming gaze, pretended not to notice and began gathering the skeleton bones scattered across the floor.
Once he’d collected all the bones and laid them on the table, Benya spoke.
“Could you help me reassemble the bones?”
Simon’s head snapped up.
“Really? Is it all right if I touch them?”
“Of course! Let our friend here contribute to world conquest too!”
‘…She still hasn’t given up on that.’
Incidentally, club president Benya’s future ambition was ‘world conquest through the undead.’
The two began assembling the skeleton with remarkable speed. Benya was impressive enough matching bones without an assembly diagram, relying purely on feel, but Simon’s skill as her assistant was exceptional.
“Number eight, number fourteen.”
With each bone she named, he found it instantly and lifted it into place. Once he’d grasped the pattern, he even began anticipating her requests, holding up bones before she could ask. By the time Benya finished the right leg bone, Simon had already begun constructing the left one without prompting.
“Weren’t the order of bones seventy-five and seventy-six reversed?”
“Oh! You’re right! Sorry, sorry.”
He had even caught the mistake of the Vanilla family’s granddaughter.
The two assembled the black skeleton with remarkable coordination.
“Done! You’re pretty good at support too, friend.”
“Thank you, senior.”
After the work was finished and Toto joined them following cleanup, the three took a light break with juice.
From what they heard, the consciousness of a newly developed skeleton kept going haywire, and it was giving her trouble.
“This skeleton isn’t available commercially either, is it?”
“Nope! Mass production is impossible, so I’m not selling it—I just made it for my own use… but the thing’s got a terrible temperament, so it’s not easy. Still, I did get some good results overall.”
Benya seemed in high spirits. She told Simon to ask for anything he wanted in return for helping with the trouble she’d caused.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to have a personal skeleton too. Could you take a look at my materials?”
“Oh, really? Let me see it.”
Simon had been staring at the black skeleton, and now he quickly pulled out a single skull from his pocket dimension.
“What—what is this!”
Benya sprang to her feet and lifted the skull.
“I can feel it! An incredibly powerful undead!”
She was right.
It was the skeleton skull of Manus, a Swordmaster Simon had faced back when he’d gone to Deathland.
“But the Core and consciousness have vanished completely.”
She peered into the skull and spoke.
“As it stands, it’s just an empty husk. I can’t say exactly what kind of Undead it was, but I’d guess it’s impossible for this creature to fully recover its former strength and memories. Still, there might be some use to it… hmm.”
She pondered for a moment, then set the skull down.
“If you’re willing, we could send it to Vanilla Headquarters for research. How about it? If the results are good, you’ll have your own Skeleton. If it fails, I’ll pay you a research fee either way. What do you say?”
There was no reason to refuse an offer from the industry’s top company.
Besides, Simon had been carrying the skull around all this time without being able to do anything with it. It felt like this was now a matter for professionals.
“I’d really appreciate that. But how long do you think it will take?”
“Nobody knows~ This is a truly extraordinary Undead, and if it takes forever, we might be looking at one or two years.”
Simon’s face went pale. It was practically a graduation gift at this point.
Still, Simon had faced the Swordmaster Skeleton directly and knew firsthand how strong it was. He felt certain that if Vanilla Group couldn’t manage it, no one else could.
“Then I’ll do that. Thank you so much for your help!”
“Leave it to me!”

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And so, the next morning.
Simon opened his eyes with a hollow gaze.
‘…Ugh, my head.’
Things had been fine while he was at the club, but after returning to the Dormitory and sleeping, the poison must have spread again—Simon found himself vomiting and dealing with diarrhea multiple times in the bathroom. He’d barely slept all night, groaning through it all.
‘Let me get myself together first.’
Lying in a comfortable position on his bed, Simon began Mana Breathing and circulated the Shadow Aura through his body, steadying himself. After thirty minutes, his condition had improved somewhat.
Looking at the clock, it was still early morning, and Richard and Kassan were still asleep.
‘Still can’t sleep.’
His mind was wide awake. Simon washed up in the bathroom, changed into his Kizen School Uniform, and stepped outside the Dormitory early in the morning.
Simon’s destination was the Library. Servants were cleaning in preparation for opening.
Simon stood awkwardly, but the servants kindly told him he was welcome to enter the Study Room since cleaning there was already finished.
Simon didn’t hesitate and headed straight for the Study Room.
-Yona. If you return to Kizen, search using that name.
The reason Simon had come to the Library was to learn about his father Richard’s activities during his time as a Legion Commander.
Simon quietly asked permission from the servants before beginning to flip through books.
First, there were no books with “Yona” in the title.
With no other choice, he gathered every book about Legion Commanders, stacked them into a tower on an empty desk, and sat down. Then he pulled out the topmost book and began to skim through it.

The moment he opened the book, the name “Yona” appeared in the subtitle.
‘Found it.’
Simon’s heart pounded as he turned the pages.

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