Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 237

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius – Chapter 237
Simon heard the full account from Neftis.
This examination was conducted without weapons, which was why there were numerous injuries both large and small. The number of patients had already exceeded fifty, though thankfully there had been no deaths.
The weapons were fitted with remote-controlled Dark Magic that would halt the blade just before striking vital points—the head, heart, solar plexus—and the affected student would be registered as “eliminated by death” and teleported to the infirmary.
Neftis had come by to check on the infirmary situation, and while she was at it, she’d stopped by to see Simon. That was when she’d gotten hungry and bitten Pier—or so she’d explained.
Pier was still fuming, ranting inside Simon’s mind without letup.
“Gyahahng!”
Neftis, oblivious to propriety, was using Simon’s hospital bed as a playground, rolling back and forth across it.
It was incredibly chaotic, but Simon deliberately paid it no mind and kept his gaze on the infirmary’s mana screen.
It turned out the examination wasn’t being conducted with all 898 students at once, but rather divided into groups of roughly 300. On the display, the last third group was just beginning Stage One.
“Heyyyy~”
Neftis, who had been tumbling beneath the blanket with a faint rustling, poked her head out to look at Simon.
“Is there anything worrying you these days?”
Simon flinched, but answered without letting it show.
“A Kizen student without worries would be a liar.”
“Scary mister!”
The words came from nowhere, and Simon blinked.
“Scary mister was trying to get into Rocksum!”
“……!”
Simon’s expression hardened instantly.
“This time he wanted to come in as an observer, so I shut him down.”
Neftis, who had been rolling about, clambered up onto Simon’s legs before tumbling off again.
“But I’m not an all-powerful god, you know~ I can’t stop everything. Kizen’s complicated, and I can’t devote myself entirely to Kizen’s affairs! I have to go fight the Sacred Federation again tomorrow!”
She tried to leap down from the bed, but her blanket and clothes came tumbling with her, wrapping her like a cocoon, and she flopped down helplessly.
Simon, who had been tense, let out a small laugh.
“Isn’t there a truce with Efnel?”
“That broke long ago. The peace that exists now is still bought with someone’s blood, after all.”
She extracted herself from the blanket trap and hopped onto Simon’s bed with a rustling sound, pulling the covers back up.
“The point is, be careful of scary mister! Because scary mister is scary!”
“……Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”
She thrust her arm up, shouted “Bye!” and left the ward. Simon waved back.
Once the door closed, he let out a breath of relief.
‘Neftis protected me.’
The chance of victory against Magnus was still distant.
If the Legion of Betrayal were exposed to the entire world, there would be nothing even Neftis could do.
[Don’t think too hard about it, boy! Your true identity being revealed is inevitable!]
Pier’s voice rang out.
[There’s no point clinging to how things turn out. What matters is you yourself! When your status as a Legion Commander is revealed to all—where you’ll have risen to, what strength and connections you’ll have built, what achievements you’ll have accomplished—that will determine how the world treats you!]
Those words were absolutely right. Simon nodded and clenched his fists.
“I’ll study harder. Pier.”

* * *
While resting in the ward, Simon watched the competitions of his other friends unfold across the screens.
Kamibarez, who had grown more than anyone else during the break, put on a performance that drew admiration.
Facing Stage Three’s obstacle of weapons falling endlessly, she conjured a Blood Whirlwind and entered it herself, moving with incredible speed.
The falling weapons were swept up in the vortex and carried away, and she barely managed to press the red buzzer before her strength gave out, clearing Stage Three with confidence.
Dick, as expected, lived up to his reputation. He had exploited the system of this Stage Three trial.
Stage Three worked by triggering a mana sensor on any living being with mana that passed through, causing weapons to fall.
The moment Dick arrived, he sent out Mechanical Wind-up Toys to understand the trap’s mechanism, then produced a Lightning Rod Antenna that resembled an antenna.
It was an invention that drew in surrounding mana.
Dick himself wore a Mana-Blocking Cloak over his body, and keeping the Lightning Rod Antenna pressed firmly to the ground, he walked backward.
The mana sensor activated, and countless weapons came raining down toward the Lightning Rod Antenna that Dick held.
Dick himself remained unscathed, since the sensor prioritized attacking the antenna where mana was detected.
—Hahaha! This is Dick Stealth Mode!
Having cleared it through such a trick and pressed the red buzzer, when asked whether to proceed to the final Stage Four or end the test, Dick grinned widely without a moment’s hesitation and chose to end the examination.
‘Dick really never changes.’
Watching, Simon couldn’t help but smile.
Once all the tests concluded, the results from the three groups were combined and rankings were determined.
Simon Polenthia – 10th place.
Kamibarez Ursula – 98th place.
Merin Villenne – Rank 220.
Dick Hayward – Rank 564.
Simon had burned thirty minutes in the third stage summoning a Blood Golem, which was a significant loss, but he made up for it with a stunning surge in the final fourth stage, earning a confident place in the top tier.
Merin’s pacing was regrettable.
She’d exhausted herself completely in the third stage, then spent precious time recovering her Shadow Aura in the fourth, causing her ranking to plummet.
Meanwhile, Kamibarez, who had placed in the middle ranks on the first exam, had boldly seized a spot in the Top 100, demonstrating remarkable progress.
Thus the students’ rankings shifted dramatically depending on the exam’s theme. This time, those pursuing Necromancy and Dark Reversal Magic performed exceptionally well overall, while Poison Magic aspirants showed relatively weaker results.
And the final first-place finisher of this exam was, as expected, the half-giant Shatel Maer.
He was lauded as Kizen’s finest in defense, so claiming first place in an exam themed on defense and endurance was, in a sense, inevitable. The gap between him and second place was stark.
And as always, Lorain and Serne showed little attachment to exam rankings. Both of them cleared only the third stage and finished the exam.
The two always behaved as though they had some other purpose beyond the exam itself.
With all the exams concluded, forty-eight students who failed to pass the third stage hurdle, plus the two who cleared it latest, a total of fifty students, had their Kizen School Uniforms confiscated and expulsion was finalized.
‘……The level at Kizen really is extraordinary.’
The third stage test, which had seemed almost unreasonably difficult, was cleared by most of the students.
They’d all stumbled and suffered injuries in the third stage, but like Dick, everyone found some way to overcome it.
In fact, there was one hidden element.
Simon had been too frantic in his running to notice, but scattered throughout were “Rest Intervals” where weapons stopped falling. Using these intervals carefully, one could pass through no matter what.
Only three people in all of Kizen—Simon among them—brute-forced through without using the Rest Intervals.
Thus the 2nd Comprehensive Dark Magic Evaluation concluded magnificently, drawing enormous enthusiasm and attention.
Articles calling this generation of Kizen “record-breaking” spread across the entire Dark Alliance, and the Scout War two years hence already showed signs of overheating.

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Simon was discharged the very next day and returned to the Dormitory.
Starting today was the weekend, and Kizen had declared the “Mission Evaluation” season. It was a maximum four-day period covering two weekend days plus up to two weekdays.
After major exams or training like this, Kizen would slot in Mission Evaluation season to give students a chance to recover.
Students who had cleared difficult missions beforehand could rest by taking on lighter Rocksum-area assignments, but those who’d only managed easy ones so far found themselves in a position where they had to consider blue or even red-priority requests, regardless of their condition.
Simon, who had faithfully completed Mission Evaluations up to now, decided that this season he would rest by taking on simple Rocksum tasks.
He’d only just recovered from his injuries, and more than anything, stepping outside Rocksum might bring the threat of Magnus’s Legion.
Staying in the safe Rocksum that Neftis and Kizen protected was the best choice.
‘I’ll take a break from training for now and focus on studying Curse Magic and theory back at the dormitory.’
His mind felt at ease for the first time in a while. Dick, meanwhile, was preparing to leave early in the morning with hollow eyes.
“……I’m heading out to the Shahade Kingdom for a bit.”
“Wow, that’s quite a distance.”
For Dick, who’d only taken Rocksum assignments so far, it was an unavoidable choice. Taking on something harder this time would reduce the burden come the next Mission Evaluation.
And Merin and Kamibarez had decided to form a party together and take on a merchant escort mission. Since Simon planned to stick with Rocksum assignments, he decided to stay behind.
“……Ugh, what a hassle. I’m going to shower first.”
“Yeah.”
And so Dick headed for the bathroom. Kassan also departed for a classified mission.
Simon sat alone at his desk and opened Bahil’s Curse Magic book.
Flutter!
‘Hmm?’
A letter fluttered in through the open window.
Even the outer wrapping exuded elegance.
Perhaps this was how a royal decree felt. Simon broke the letter’s seal and withdrew the paper.

Simon’s expression froze.
‘……Surely not.’
When he flipped the letter over, a white feather was attached to the envelope. It had to be from Serne.
‘I really don’t want to go.’
Just hearing Serne’s name felt burdensome. Things had gotten a bit better lately since they’d had more contact, but his honest wish was to avoid getting entangled with her like that.
Resolved to keep studying, Simon took out a Quill Pen and underlined passages in his book.
Scratch, scratch.
……It bothered him.
He tried not to mind the letter, but his conscience pricked him. It would be too thoughtless to simply ignore Serne’s words. He’d received considerable help from her.
During the Island Survival Assessment.
When learning Internal Dark Magic Manifestation.
And during the Saintess incident.
There had been situations that would have been perilous without her assistance.
“Hey—why are you heaving such heavy sighs?”
Dick rushed through his wash and snatched Simon’s letter right out of his hands, reading it with a grin.
His playful expression hardened like stone as he reached a certain line.
“……Ugh, ugh!”
Dick’s hand trembled as he held the letter.
“Anyone can see this is a woman’s handwriting! Rochester on the weekend? ‘Don’t wear your school uniform’—what, is she asking you to dress like a boyfriend? Damn it……!”
Seized by jealousy and betrayal, Dick lunged forward and locked Simon in a headlock.
“You sneaky bastard! You said you didn’t have a girlfriend! Spill it! Who is she!”
“Ow! It hurts, Dick!”
“You get to go all the way to the Shahade Kingdom while you go meet a girl? Romance? Couples?! Every couple deserves punishment! Couples must be destroyed!”
“Stop, it hurts! Let go!”
But Dick, blinded by jealousy, showed no sign of releasing him.
Then, from within Dick’s headlock, Simon’s arm suddenly shot out. At the same moment, his other arm seized Dick behind the knees.
Whoosh!
!
Dick’s vision spun a full one hundred eighty degrees. When his senses returned, he found himself hurled onto his own bed.
“I told you not to.”
Simon dusted off his hands lightly as he spoke.
‘Ugh!’
There was no way Dick could match him in raw strength.
The type who looked slender in clothes, seeming like a delicately raised nobleman—but beneath the fabric lay lean, solid muscle.
Dick dove under the blankets with a look of utter defeat.
“Woe is me. What a corrupt world! Beauty supremacy!”
As Dick pounded the mattress with his fists and wailed, Simon let out a sigh.
“Stop it. You said you needed to leave early today.”
“……What a corrupt world! Let it all collapse!”
Dick grumbled and got up, gathering clothes for the trip. Simon opened his own wardrobe.
‘Something other than the school uniform…….’
Kizen School Uniform, Adventurer’s outfit, everyday robes, robes from the Sacred Federation, formal robes for going out.
A pitiful selection.
“……Dick?”
“What.”
Dick answered curtly. Simon smiled with embarrassment, scratching the side of his head.
“Could I borrow some clothes from you for just today?”
Dick charged at him in fury.
A man knew when he was beaten, and yet there were times he had to fight anyway.

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