Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 231

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 231
Simon entered Bahil’s research office.
‘……Oh.’
It was exactly what you’d expect from Bahil.
While other professors’ offices felt somewhat cluttered or disorganized, Bahil’s space was so immaculately neat and orderly it seemed as though obsessive-compulsive tendencies had shaped every corner.
Simple black-and-white toned interior, flower beds arranged throughout, and expensive paintings hanging on the walls—the entire room carried a pleasant aroma of coffee.
And on the wall farthest away stood an enormous blackboard covered entirely in traces of countless equations written and erased by Bahil’s hand.
“Please, have a seat.”
“Ah, thank you, Professor.”
The moment Simon sat on the sofa, Bahil brought over a cup of coffee.
It had been prepared some time ago and was cooling rapidly.
Click.
But the instant the cup was placed on the saucer, it bubbled and steamed, heating back up.
Simon watched it with curious wonder.
“I believe I’ve mentioned something similar before.”
Bahil crossed his legs and set his hat down on the table.
“It’s unfortunate that there’s a prejudice that Curses are only harmful. Among the Magic Circles that enrich human life, there are virtually none that don’t incorporate Curse formulas.”
Simon nodded quietly and picked up the cup, taking a sip of the coffee.
It was warm and pleasantly sweet—something felt surprisingly good about it. He’d assumed Bahil would enjoy some bitter, high-end brew, but this seemed surprisingly suited to his taste.
“Since classes are nearly finished for the term, I’ll get straight to the point.”
Bahil opened a bookshelf-shaped pocket dimension in midair.
From within it, he withdrew a thin book, placed it on the table, and slid it toward Simon.
Simon drew the book toward himself and opened it.
It was a book detailing the components of Curse Magic Circles.
“Professor… what is this?”
“Simon, I’ve developed this Curse set specifically for you.”
Bahil spoke with unmistakable cheer.
“You won’t find it in any other book. These are Curses unlike any other in the world.”
Simon felt bewildered more than elated, staring at Bahil.
“Why would you give me something like this?”
“Isn’t that what an educator does—want to teach outstanding students? Let’s call this a Teacher-Student Bond.”
Simon flinched and set the book down.
“B-Bahil, Professor! This is too generous for me. I’m not worthy of—!”
“Ah—no need to say more.”
Bahil raised his hand with a smile.
“There’s no hidden agenda here. If you’re a Special Exception, then any professor naturally wants to leave some mark of themselves on you. Since you’re a student whose duty is to learn, you simply need to accept it.”
Simon examined the book’s contents with an expression of genuine gratitude.
He knew Bahil wasn’t one for pretense—if he said there was only one in the world, there truly was only one.
The book contained four Curses in total.
Yet strangely, the explanations were exceedingly brief. The descriptions of the formulas were almost entirely omitted, and the effects of these Curses weren’t clearly explained either.
“You’ll notice the explanations are sparse.”
Bahil spoke as though he already knew what Simon was thinking.
“There are several reasons, but the greatest is to avoid damaging the creativity you possess.”
Education inevitably constrains the learner in certain ways. Since students naturally prioritize acquiring knowledge, they tend to passively accept teachings as they are given.
But those brilliant flashes of insight Simon had demonstrated when unleashing Exgust—Bahil wanted to preserve all of that, so he deliberately left room for Simon to think and deliberate further.
“The second reason is because I want you to master the framework of Curse study itself.”
“Ah…….”
There’s no such thing as a favor without price, they say.
Mastering these four Curses that Bahil had taught him would require no small amount of study.
“If you manage to master all four Curses in this book by the end of the Integrated 2nd Semester, I’ll give you a gift.”
“A gift?”
“Yes.”
Bahil conjured four Curse Magic Circles in midair, arranging them in the cardinal directions. Then, in the center, he traced only the empty base of a Magic Circle.
‘What is he doing?’
Then Bahil extended his fingertips and drew out specific runes and formulas from the four surrounding Magic Circles, transferring them to the central base.
Like picking items at a buffet, he carefully selected only the necessary formulas to construct the central Magic Circle, adding just a few new formulas of his own.
“This is a Magic Circle you’ll only be able to master once you’ve fully absorbed all four curse techniques.”
In fact, the four Curses in the book were merely a means to an end—a pathway for Simon to acquire this single Curse.
Clang! Clang!
An engine-like sound emanated as the central Magic Circle burst into brilliant light and began to spin. Simon, watching it in silence, let out an involuntary sound of awe.
‘Beautiful…….’
A Magic Circle is an ecosystem, or so they say.
Though Simon couldn’t grasp every formula and flow, he thought this the most intricate Magic Circle he’d ever witnessed. That was why it captivated him.
“This Curse is called Compeloinia,” Bahil said.

“It’s a Curse that can artificially tear open the subject’s Compéllo.”
“Compéllo?”
“It refers to entering that realm of absolute truth which great Necromancers occasionally experience. You’ve been through it yourself several times, haven’t you?”
The corners of Bahil’s mouth rose.
“In every battle, or at crucial moments, you’ve worked miracles beyond your own understanding, haven’t you?”
Simon’s body trembled.
Of course he had.
Countless times.
When he transformed an Island Ratman Skeleton into a Grey Rat in his first class, when he wore Prince’s crown and used Corpse Explosion without ever being taught it, when he cut down the Saint, when he Sanctified the zombies and used Holy Body Explosion.
Exactly those kinds of miracles.
‘……I can tear it open of my own will?’

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“Professor!”
Simon left the research room, and Chehekl, the head teaching assistant who had been waiting anxiously nearby, stepped inside.
“Nothing unusual happened, right? You didn’t make some strange mistake with the student again?”
“Of course not. It went well.”
Bahil smiled with relief and gestured toward the door to leave.
As they walked out of the research room, Chehekl released a quiet sigh.
“I sometimes wonder if it really has to go this far.”
“I understand your feelings at losing the exclusive attention you once had to someone else, Chehekl.”
“Please rescind the resignation letter I submitted last time.”
“Really, you won’t even let me joke around.”
Seeing Bahil laugh out loud in a manner uncharacteristic of him, Chehekl shook his head in disbelief.
“I have a question, Professor.”
“Go ahead.”
“You worked so hard to develop that Magic Circle for Simon, yet you explained it so hastily. Given your nature, I thought you’d sit him down and spoon-feed him everything from A to Z with meticulous care.”
Bahil let out a faint laugh.
“Didn’t I try to draw Simon into Curse Magic the entire first semester and fail? I’ve learned much from those failures.”
“Ah.”
“Simon wasn’t someone you could train that way.”
Uncomfortable with the word “train,” Chehekl narrowed his brow.
“What are you trying to say?”
“This requires showing rather than telling a hundred words.”
Bahil and Chehekl cast a Curse of Perception Obstruction on themselves and entered the Kizen Library. The afternoon classes had ended, and many students sat at desks studying.
The two men spotted Simon without difficulty.
Thud!
He’d stacked Curse Magic textbooks like a tower and placed the materials he’d just received from Bahil at the center, studying intently.
‘He’s absolutely delighted with this.’
Chehekl glanced at Bahil’s expression with a knowing look.
“In short, I realized that no matter how much interest I show, it can be a burden for others.”
“Wow, realizing that only now? You really are remarkable.”
“That’s how you handle Simon—not by spoon-feeding him, but by giving him strong motivation and letting him seek out and study on his own. Look how intensely he’s focused on studying Curse Magic.”
Bahil spoke with satisfaction. Chehekl shrugged.
“I’m relieved you learned something from failure. But that’s not a Curse a first-year should be able to self-study, is it?”
“Then he’ll come find me. I told him that after Curse Magic class, he can come anytime if there’s something he can’t understand or wants to ask about.”
“It’s supplementary instruction. This is almost like…… wait a minute!”
Chehekl’s eyes narrowed.
“Isn’t this Professor Aaron’s method from Summoning Magic?”
A flicker of embarrassment crossed Bahil’s face before vanishing.
“I’m not sure why Aaron would come up. Chehekl.”
“You’re right! You’ve benchmarked Aaron’s style! That’s why you suddenly seem to understand people’s hearts.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Watching him deny it shamelessly, Chehekl sighed.
“Simon!”
At that moment, a voice called out to Simon.
Both of them turned their heads. It was Dick Hayward, a boy from Class A who was always attached to Simon’s side.
“Wow, traitor! Studying alone again?”
Simon smiled wryly.
“Just for a bit.”
“Tomorrow’s the weekend! Merin said the four of us should go to Professor Hong Peng’s villa?”
“Oh, really? We should definitely go.”
Simon stood up with a scrape and gathered his textbooks. Bahil was trembling with barely contained fury as he watched Dick.
Chehekl suddenly wrapped him in an embrace and shouted.
“Hey, you maniac! What’s that spell! You can’t curse students!!”
“There’s no problem if no one finds out.”
“Ah, you crazy professor, really……!”

* * *
The weekend passed like a shaft of light.
During the weekend, Simon studied new Blood Magic techniques and Bahil’s four-piece Curse set, and spent any remaining time traveling to Pier’s Ruins for Legion deployment training with Bahil.
Meanwhile, Kizen announced that the second BMAT Exam would begin this week.
Students who thought it would start around next week were thrown into chaos and hurried to begin their preparations.
The rumors had become widespread by now.
Kizen’s behavior had been quite conspicuous—a thorough “kingdom-wide arms sweep”—and whispers now included that they were gathering Treasure Hunters and trap specialists from across the nation.
Professors too were focusing their lectures on Defense and Detection Dark Magic.
Most students therefore prepared with the assumption that this exam’s theme would be Dungeon Exploration.
Students opened Treasure Hunter study groups and learned about trap disarming. Some quick-thinking ones even directly recruited Treasure Hunters for private tutoring via Communication Crystal.
Everyone at Kizen was busy preparing to survive by any means necessary.
“It’s a shame it’s not the information warfare I was hoping for.”
Dick spoke as they walked toward the dining hall. From his perspective, the information had leaked out far too easily.
“From Kizen’s standpoint, it makes sense to construct an exam that lets students prepare adequately with sufficient information.”
“What are you talking about?”
Merin, walking beside Simon, offered a different opinion.
“When has Kizen ever shown that kind of consideration for students?”
Kamibarez nodded in agreement.
“Wouldn’t a complete reversal—a theme nobody expected—be more in Kizen’s style?”
“Look, look. Didn’t Professor Aaron say at the opening ceremony that the theme might be somewhat extreme? That means even the talented students Kizen has marked down could fail. In the last first exam, didn’t that B-Class ace—Rekon or whatever—who scored ninety on Necromancy end up flunking?”
“Too many variables.”
When Simon agreed, Dick quickly nodded.
“Exactly! Besides, the purpose of school exams leans more toward motivating students rather than simply evaluating their abilities. Based on the information that’s come out, it’s probably going to be Dungeon Exploration and trap avoidance!”
“So.”
Simon pointed out Dick’s appearance.
“What’s with that getup?”
Dick was wearing a dangling golden necklace around his neck, fashion Subspace Rings on all ten fingers, and over his School Uniform was a flashy designer coat of the latest design.
Dick let out a sinister laugh. “Hehehehe!”
“Came into a little money, so I’m celebrating!”
“A little money?”
“Soon as I found out the information, I bought up every Treasure Hunter book in stock and flipped them for one gold apiece.”
Merin and Kamibarez both jumped.
“Hey! That’s insane markup!”
“Dick! One gold is too much!”
“It’s not markup, it’s savvy. Savvy. They wanted to buy them—who was I to stop them? Sold them at one gold and watched some guys turn around and resell them at three.”
“Making money is fine, but.”
Simon looked at Dick with some concern.
“You realize that if you fail the exam, all this is worthless, right?”
“……Huh?”
Dick clapped his hands as if he’d never considered that far ahead.
Merin clicked her tongue with an expression of disappointment.
“Simon!”
Simon turned his head. A Summoning Magic assistant he recognized fairly well was running toward him.
“Professor Aaron is looking for you right now!”

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