Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 24

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy, Episode 24
Simon and Meyrin’s team had been born. The news spread like wildfire, and the students around them began to murmur amongst themselves.
“Wow, those two are on the same team?”
“Special Exception Number One and the Class A top student in the same group? That’s practically overpowered.”
“I don’t know about that. I saw Simon earlier and his scores aren’t that high.”
While the students who had been watching Simon’s recruitment threw themselves back into their own competition, a few crept forward cautiously, approaching Simon and Meyrin.
“You still have room on your team, right? I’m applying for Black Mysticism—could you maybe take me in?”
“Do you need someone with Combat Magic?”
“Simon! Simon! Do you remember me? We talked together in class before……!”
As students suddenly swarmed forward, Simon, startled, leaned his head back.
“Wait, wait! Just a moment! Thank you!”
Just then, Dick, weaving skillfully through the crowd of students, waved his hand with an easy smile.
“Sorry, but we’re full right now! The last spot’s still under negotiation, so honestly, you’d be better off finding another team!”
“And you are?”
Meyrin narrowed her eyes, asking. Dick laughed confidently and placed a hand on his chest.
“I’m Simon’s team member! Dick Hayward.”
“What?”
Meyrin turned her head.
“Hey, Simon. I’m hearing about this scatterbrain for the first time?”
Simon scratched the side of his head with a wry smile.
“I told you. That I wanted him to join ‘our team.'”
…….
So there had been a catch attached.
Meyrin sighed softly and lifted her eyelids.
“What subject are you applying for?”
“Seventy-four in Black Mysticism, seventy overall.”
“…That’s passable.”
From Meyrin’s perspective, as long as she shored up her weakness in Summoning, the rest of the subjects could fall where they may.
Ninety-plus in every other subject. Already, no one could surpass Meyrin.
And a score of seventy-four in her chosen subject with a seventy average meant he performed decently across the board. Not impressive, but he was the sort of well-rounded player who could support her—acceptable personnel.
“Fine, I got it.”
When Meyrin moved past it without comment, Dick’s fist clenched tight. Then he turned his head to look at Simon.
“Ha, you really are something!”
His eyes held the gleam of someone regarding a returning hero. The two of them lightly bumped fists.
“You’re a real problem-solver! Actually bringing Meyrin into the fold!”
“Just good timing, really.”
“But that promise you made earlier—you’re really okay with it?”
Simon nodded. If he ground away at Summoning nonstop from now until the midterm exam, somehow he figured it would work out.
“Save the touching male bonding for later.”
Meyrin, resting her chin on her hand, spoke petulantly.
“Who’s going to be the last member?”
“I can bring anyone you want! Just say the word!”
Dick truly had confidence that he could bring anyone.
Who would turn down a team with Meyrin, the ultimate ace card?
If he played his cards right, he might even poach students who’d already committed to other teams. Of course, doing that would mean making enemies throughout his school life.
“Hmm.”
Meyrin closed her eyes, thinking.
“Matching the Four Combat Subjects is the priority for now. I’ll handle Cursing.”
“Thank you so much! So among the Four Combat Subjects, is there any subject you’re weak in?”
“There isn’t one. I’m good at all of them.”
She tucked her light-blue hair behind her ear as she answered. Though it was a bit presumptuous, Dick laughed and moved on, buoyed by the halo of being Class A’s top student.
“But if you had to pick?”
“If I had to pick, I’d say it’d be good to find someone specializing in Hematology—it involves a lot of calculation and solutions take time to work through.”
“Hematology? Okay, I’ll find someone! You two just relax here!”
Dick departed into the battlefield of tangled students.
Simon and Meyrin, left behind, sat quietly and passed the time.
…….
…….
About ten minutes passed in silence like that. Meyrin, feigning to file her nails out of awkwardness, glanced sidelong at Simon and spoke.
“Hey.”
“……?”
“Simon Polentia, you said? I didn’t catch it. What house is he from?”
“A baron’s family from the Baldwin Kingdom. They administer Leshill.”
She nodded slowly.
So she was from Baldwin. Leshill was a domain she’d never heard of before.
“What about you?”
At Simon’s question, her pupils widened.
“What? You don’t know me?”
“No.”
A faint laugh escaped her. Her pride had taken a small blow, but she could hardly fault him when she herself hadn’t recognized his family either.
She forced a smile and spoke.
“I’m from the Ivory Tower faction.”
Simon’s mind raced through what he knew of the Ivory Tower.
The one thing he did know: at the entrance ceremony, a platinum-haired female student had taken the oath alongside them and was said to be the Ivory Tower’s heir.
“Ah, the Ivory Tower—you mean where Serne is, the one with the Special Exception rank….”
“Sorry.”
Meyrin’s smile turned sharp and cold.
“Please don’t say any more than that. I’m asking you as a favor.”
“……Y-yes, of course.”
She turned her head away, her expression glacial.
‘What’s gotten into her?’
Simon was bewildered. Though Meyrin seemed to recognize he hadn’t brought up the subject intentionally, she looked distinctly uncomfortable, her jaw tight.
He’d clearly stepped on something.
‘Aristocratic families really are complicated.’
Still, if he was careful and learned bit by bit, things would work out.
As Simon filed away this sensitive topic in his mind, Dick appeared in the distance, striding forward with his usual swagger.
“Sorry for the wait!”
A girl stood beside him.
‘……Huh?’
Her face was familiar to Simon.
Small stature, an impression of gentle, puppy-like innocence. Her eyes fixed downward—she was shy about meeting strangers.
Then it came to him: she was the girl from Combat Magic class who couldn’t climb onto the hippo by herself, the one Simon had helped.
“Turns out I was wrong.”
Dick waved his notebook at Simon, then introduced the girl to the group.
“This is Kamibarez Ursula. She scored 87 points in Hematology.”
87 points!
Meyrin let out an appreciative whistle, and Simon smiled as well.
Kamibarez bowed her head deeply.
“I-I’m Kamibarez Ursula! If my name is too long, you can just call me Kami. I’m not very skilled yet, but I promise I’ll work hard and not be a burden to any of you!”
“We’re all the same year—you can speak casually with us, can’t you?”
At Simon’s question, her face flushed bright red.
“……Ah. I’m 16, and I only just enrolled at Kizen…… so…….”
Dick chimed in.
“Age doesn’t matter. There are people in our class who are twenty.”
“……Y-yes. If that’s what you all prefer, I’ll speak more naturally…….”
It seemed that for her, casual speech was somehow more formal than respectful speech. Simon and the others decided not to press the matter.
With the group finally assembled, all four of them settled around the same table.
Jane had said thirty minutes, and fifteen had elapsed. Exactly halfway through.
“Whew! Finally I can breathe a little. I thought I was going to have a stress breakdown.”
Dick stretched and muttered. Simon, too, felt the tension of the short but intense selection process thrumming in his head.
Kamibarez, released from the anxiety of group selection, had relaxed her guard. She and Meyrin were chatting away cheerfully.
“Wow, I knew it! You’re the Ursula I know, right?”
“Yes!”
“You’re truly amazing!”
Meyrin exclaimed with genuine admiration.
“Ursula—from the great vampire clan!”
Simon stared at Kamibarez in surprise.
This girl was a vampire?
Looking more closely, he could now make out the distinctive little fangs protruding from her otherwise gentle features.
“I have wings too. They’re hidden under my uniform, but they’re there.”
Something moved beneath her back, writhing and restless.
“Does it bother you?”
“It worried me a little, so I asked the administration office to alter my uniform! Next week I should be able to tuck my wings away inside it.”
“Good thing they agreed to fix it.”
Dick, who had been listening quietly to the exchange, crossed his arms.
“But something’s off. The heir of the Kamibarez family comes to Kizen and there’s barely a whisper about it?”
“Ah, well…….”
She flushed and hunched her shoulders. Meyrin shot Dick a reproving look.
“Hey, you can’t just ask things like that.”
“What? What’s the problem?”
“Seriously…… you’re not a noble, are you?”
“I’m a commoner.”
“No wonder we can’t communicate.”
She crossed her arms and shook her head slowly. This time Dick’s expression hardened.
“Here we go again with the noble pride. What exactly am I supposed to contribute because I’m a commoner?”
“Don’t talk to me, you’re getting on my nerves.”
“P-please, don’t fight!”
Kamibarez cried out. As all eyes suddenly turned toward her, she realized her voice had been too loud and covered her mouth, lowering her head.
“I-I should explain. The truth is, my mother…… is just an ordinary human…….”
In that instant, Simon understood the situation completely.
An illegitimate daughter of a vampire house.
Her father would be a great vampire of the Kamibarez line, but her mother must be a human concubine.
Simon himself, born between a Necromancer and a Priest, carried family secrets no less complicated, and so he could fully grasp what she felt.
“……S-sorry.”
Dick scratched the back of his head with an awkward expression.
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
“No, no. I’m really okay! Hehe.”
“Since you’ve told us about your background, I’ll share mine in return. I’m the son of the guild master of the White Elephant Merchant Guild.”
Dick said this and then glanced around with barely concealed hope.
Kamibarez gasped and covered her mouth in surprise, but the other two were lukewarm in their response.
Simon, genuinely lacking the background knowledge, simply didn’t know; Meyrin was inwardly somewhat impressed but didn’t want to show it, so she turned away.
“More precisely, I’m the third son among eight sons that the guild master has.”
A note of bitterness colored Dick’s words.
“Father intends to pass the guild to my eldest brother. All the family’s educational resources are being poured into him. And me and the rest of the sons…… we’re nothing but backup plans—or worse, used however they see fit.”
“Used however they see fit?”
“Yeah. In my case, I have a talent for Black Mysticism, so I was sent to Kizen. My mission is to understand what black mages need and do market research.”
This was why Dick considered his weekend trips to Rochester more important than weekday classes.
“Of course, I haven’t given up! I’ll graduate properly from Kizen, and in Rochester I’m going to build a great merchant guild under my own name, not under the White Elephant banner. Then maybe Father will look at me differently again.”
Simon laughed.
“That’s impressive.”
Kamibarez clapped her hands.
“I’ll cheer you on, Dick!”
Meyrin made a half-hearted gesture, mumbling something like “do your best or don’t” as her voice trailed off.
Simon and Kamibarez laughed aloud.
“My, the atmosphere’s nice already~”
The teaching assistant approached with a smile. As the four stood to greet her, she told them to stay seated and placed a sheet of paper on the table.
“You’re Group 7. Please write your names here and your preferred subjects next to them.”
“Yes!”
“And you’ll also need to decide on a group name and choose a group leader.”
Simon blinked.
“A group name?”
“Yes, though it’s not really important. Professor Jane will just call you Group 7 anyway. You have a bit of time, so think about it slowly.”
After the teaching assistant left, the four exchanged glances. Meyrin spoke.
“I’ll be the group leader. Anyone object?”
There was no reason to object. After all, Meyrin alone represented nearly half of Group 7’s total strength.
The three nodded, and Meyrin wrote her name in the leader column in neat, elegant handwriting.
“So what should we call the group?”
“Since it doesn’t matter much, let’s just go with whatever.”
Dick laughed, giving himself a light tap on the back of the head.
“How about something like this? Meyrin Hard Carry.”
Meyrin broke into a grin and reached for the pen in earnest, but Dick cried out that he was joking and snatched it away from her.
“S-Simon! Do you have any ideas?”
Dick asked urgently. Simon threw out the first thing that came to mind.
“Team Seven.”
“That’s far too lazy, no matter what!”
“What about this? Pink Rabbit Girls…….”
“We’re a mixed group! Think about the men’s side too!”
All eyes turned toward Meyrin once more.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, she gave a soft cough and spoke as if she had no choice in the matter.
“Ah, wasn’t that thing Dick mentioned earlier fine? Meyrin Hard…….”
“Let’s just go with Team Seven.”
“Hey!!”

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