Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 230

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School Episode 230
Bahil’s curse class was something all students looked forward to.
He ranked first among the most respected teachers, first as a role model students wanted to emulate, and his class satisfaction ratings matched those of Hong Peng as among the highest in Kizen.
Bahil always conducted himself with professionalism in the classroom, and beyond his exceptional individual ability, he excelled as an educator—capable of distilling his vast knowledge into explanations his students could easily grasp.
Yet even Bahil, who seemed flawless in so many respects, harbored a significant preoccupation of late.
Tap-tap.
Bahil turned at the touch on his shoulder.
Che Heckle, the head teaching assistant, fixed him with a sharp stare.
“…Professor. There it is again. That look.”
“Ah, my apologies.”
“And you’re drooling a bit.”
Bahil wiped his mouth lightly with his sleeve and returned his gaze to one corner of the classroom.
This was practical training time for Class A.
While the teaching assistants dispersed to guide students through their curse exercises, Bahil’s attention remained fixed in one direction.
“Just so you know, I’m not going easy on you.”
Merin shook out her limbs with loose stretches, her sky-blue hair flowing freely.
“Obviously. It wouldn’t mean anything if you did.”
Her opponent was Simon.
Merin was, quite simply, an all-around elite student with average grades in the 90s across every subject.
In Curse Magic, she scored 96. When Team 7 first formed in their group project, she’d volunteered to specialize in curses, confident in her aptitude for the discipline.
The likelihood of Simon defeating her with his curses was remote—it was a subject where the skill gap was painfully apparent.
The two stood facing each other at a set distance.
“Simon Polentia, Merin Billenne. Are both students ready?”
“Yes!”
One-on-one dueling practice was happening in several other spots as well. An assistant called out, clipboard in hand.
“Then, begin!”
Whoosh.
Simon immediately spread his legs shoulder-width apart, arms extended forward. Dark energy shimmered and gathered in his palms, facing each other, forming the circle of a magic circle.
Meanwhile, Merin casually raised only her right arm as she effortlessly completed her own magic circle.
“Take this.”

Exgust—a fundamental technique taught in the very first lesson of the semester and a versatile curse—shot forth as a gray gas.
Simon’s magic circle, by contrast, was still in progress. Completion was only around 60%.
‘Ggh!’
Seeing the curse approach, Simon’s eyes snapped wide with intensity.
His completion speed suddenly accelerated dramatically, and without even seeing his magic circle finish, he sent it toward Merin’s curse.

Boom!
In the barest margin of time, the curse and the completed magic circle nullified each other and vanished. Simon, staggered by the shockwave, fell backward onto his rear.
Today’s lesson had focused on Cancellation—a curse designed to neutralize an opponent’s curse.
This practical exercise was meant to master the Cancellation spell through back-and-forth exchanges with a partner student.
“No time to sit around?”
Now Merin deployed her Cancellation. Simon, refusing to be outdone, immediately began preparing Exgust from his seated position.
By the time Simon completed his Exgust, Merin was standing at ease, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she finished her Cancellation.
‘…Wow, she’s really incredible. The gap is that wide with curses alone.’
There was no winning this through direct confrontation.
Simon tilted the prepared Exgust magic circle slightly, squeezed dark energy from his fingertips, and added several more characters to the incantation.
Merin’s eyes widened at the sight.
‘Huh? What did you just add? I didn’t see it…!’

Simon’s curse immediately shot forward.
With a tense expression, she thrust the Cancellation magic circle she’d formed on her right palm forward, but suddenly the curse’s trajectory tilted sharply downward.
‘An Exgust that changes direction?!’
The curse sailed past her right hand and toward her waist. Simon’s face broke into a triumphant smile.
‘I’ve won!’
Boom!
But suddenly her left hand shot up and blocked the Exgust.
Staggered, she retreated several steps to the side, but she remained unharmed by the curse.
‘Two Cancellations!’
“Idiot! Did you already forget I can multi-cast?!”
She raised both arms and smiled.
An offensive reversal. Simon rushed to prepare a Cancellation, but Exgust streamed forth from Merin’s hands.
Simon blocked one while taking the curse on the other, stumbling backward. The assistant checked her clipboard and spoke.
“Well done, you two.”
“Yes! I won!!”
Merin threw both arms up in triumph. Simon let his arms drop in disappointment, though he had to admit that holding his own against Merin in a curse duel was respectable work.
“It was supposed to be a friendly match with no winners or losers, but.”
The assistant spoke in a cool voice.
“Strictly speaking, Merin lost due to a rule violation.”
“What? Why?”
“We agreed to exchange exactly one spell each. I explained this three minutes ago—did you forget already?”
Merin opened her mouth in protest, looking aggrieved. Simon laughed aloud.
“You’ve got a habit of breaking rules. Remember that dodgeball game last time?”
“S-shut up!”
Merin’s face flushed red as she snapped at him.
Simon was about to laugh harder when suddenly—
“Just now.”
A presence materialized behind him. Bahil now stood directly at Simon’s back, eyes gleaming with interest.
“What formula did you add to that Exgust?”
Simon’s expression stiffened.
It was no accident that the professors emphasized the originality of magic circles. A magic circle was a complex “ecosystem”—damage one tiny element, and the whole thing collapsed.
Like killing too many insects and causing the flowers to wither for lack of pollination, which in turn destroyed the birds that fed on those insects.
Reckless modifications to magic circles leading to catastrophic explosions were considered such an inevitable hazard for necromancers that they had a name for it.
Every formula and sequence taught in Kizen’s magic circles existed for a reason.
“Professor, that was…”
“Answer the question.”
Bahil’s expression was grave. Simon stammered as he spoke.
“I mixed an additional load into the ejection formula of the Exgust. That way, the curse becomes heavier immediately after discharge and sinks downward, and—”
“I used that to induce a curving effect on the trajectory.”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“And you believed that blending separate formulas wouldn’t damage the original structure?”
No matter how he considered it, the question sounded like a rebuke. Simon answered with a rigid face.
“It was just a feeling that it might work. I’m sorry.”
Simon bowed his head deeply.
The atmosphere had grown so tense that even Merin didn’t dare interject, her eyes fixed only on Simon’s back.
It was fortunate she hadn’t.
It was fortunate that neither of them saw the expression on Bahil’s face at that moment.
‘The kind of genius that drives one to distraction.’
Bahil was already composing a sentence for his future autobiography.
‘Not mere intuition—he was understanding it through his very skin. The way his hands moved to add the formula showed no hesitation whatsoever, only ease. Like jotting down an idea that occurred to him in a notebook. Tap, tap.’
Bahil’s mouth curved upward, his smile reaching his eyes.
‘Never in my career have I felt such satisfaction.’
“Professor Bahil!!”
Che Heckle, who had been watching from a distance, rushed over in alarm.
“Didn’t I tell you that you needed to check the Research Facility?”
“Thank you for reminding me, Che Heckle.”
Bahil’s expression returned to normal. The other two looked up.
“Simon Polentia, come with me.”
“…Yes, sir.”
The two of them walked out of the Classroom together.
Steeling herself against the possibility that Simon might face disciplinary action, Merin followed them with a determined expression.
“Professor! Wait, just let me—!”
“Stop.”
Che Heckle stepped forward and blocked her path.
“Don’t worry. Professor Bahil isn’t calling Simon in to scold him.”
“Assistant…!”
‘If anything, he’s probably bursting into song.’
Strictly speaking, recklessly modifying a magic circle he’d taught was something an educator should address firmly—it was high-level technique meant for advanced students, after all.
But Bahil was no ordinary educator.
And as Che Heckle had predicted—
“You did well just now.”
Bahil was offering Simon his praise.
“Going forward, I’d like to see more of that quick wit and resourcefulness. Of course, I’m speaking now not as a professor at Kizen, but as someone with personal hopes for you.”
“……Yes? I mean, yes?”
“It’s not the most riveting topic, so shall we chat about something ordinary until we reach the Research Facility?”
Bahil brushed past the subject lightly, his voice dropping lower.
“The sort of thing normal people discuss. Normal conversation.”
Simon offered an awkward smile. Wasn’t the mark of abnormal people precisely how they emphasized the word “normal”?
As they walked toward the Research Facility, Bahil, who had been gazing out the window for a moment, opened his mouth again.
“How did you spend the break?”
Well, that was genuinely ordinary conversation.
Simon answered, feeling somewhat reassured.
“I spent it helping my father with his work.”
Bahil’s eyes blazed with intensity.
“Oh! What manner of person is your father? Is he a Necromancer? What is his name? His profession? Did he ever attend Kizen? What is he doing now?”
……There’s no way I’m telling him that my father is former Legion Commander Yona, even if it kills me.
When Simon hesitated, Bahil belatedly realized his mistake and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Ah, forgive me. Some students prefer not to discuss their family circumstances.”
“……I’m sorry.”
“Let’s return to ordinary conversation, shall we?”
Bahil smiled brightly.
“What Black Magic have you been practicing during the break? Any new techniques you’ve learned?”
“Yes! I have! I’ve been working on Corpse Explosion and modified a Mud Golem into a rideable form…….”
Rumble!
‘Again, again, again with Summoning Magic!’
Bahil, aflame with indignation, thrashed his arm violently when Simon wasn’t looking.
Curses poured from Bahil’s fury, crackling as they flew out toward the window and beyond.
“Professor. Did something make a noise just now?”
“I’m not certain.”
Moments later, the screams of a couple who had been whispering sweet nothings to each other on a bench below echoed upward.
Both had somehow transformed into raccoons and tumbled from the bench. It was a curse that would turn a person into an animal for two hours.
“Things seem rather noisy out there.”
Simon’s gaze turned toward the window at the sound of animals screeching madly. Bahil shrugged his shoulders.
“Appears some wild animals wandered in. In any case, what have you discovered about the theme of this examination?”
“I’m not entirely sure yet, but I suspect it might be something like a trap dungeon involving multiple weapons.”
As Simon said this, he stole a glance at Bahil’s face, but Bahil showed no change in expression.
“I regret that as a professor, I cannot offer students any hints. So then, how are you preparing, Simon?”
“I’m planning to use Golems…….”
Bahil, seething with anger, thrashed his arm violently once more.
This time, some boys who had been playing ball games in the distance found their bones turning gelatinous like mollusks, and they collapsed to the ground in a boneless heap. Their screams poured forth.
“What on earth was that noise?”
Simon, startled, looked out the window, but outside was peaceful. The curse had landed on the far side of the building.
“Come now, let’s step inside.”
Bahil, his face an iron mask, came to a halt in front of the Classroom door as though nothing had happened.
“I have something prepared for you.”
From this day forward, the dynamic between Simon and Bahil would shift.

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