Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 242

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius – Episode 242
After purchasing clothes for the ball, Simon and Lorain traveled back to Kizen together by Teleport Magic Circle.
Neither of them had yet formally accepted the Named Quest, nor had they received the letter of commission.
The moment they returned to Kizen, Vice-Chancellor Jane summoned them both.
The two made their way to the building where Jane’s research office was located.
“……So.”
Lorain, walking beside him, fixed Simon with an unwavering stare.
“Everything was meant to repay what you owed Serne, and sticking close to Serne in Langoustin was just a display of familiarity for the ivory tower people.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Exactly that!”
Simon worked hard to clear up the misunderstanding.
“That’s in poor taste.”
After hearing the full explanation, Lorain closed her eyes tight.
“He didn’t even use a feather this time. But he won’t be satisfied unless he can manipulate people however he wants.”
“……Ha ha.”
Listening to Lorain’s words, they arrived at Jane’s research office.
Lorain stepped forward and knocked.
“Professor Jane. We’ve come to accept the mission.”
Click!
The door opened of its own accord before she’d even finished speaking, and Jane’s figure came into view at a desk far within the room.
She was buried under a mountain of documents, despite it being the weekend.
“Come on in.”
The two walked up and stood before Jane’s desk.
“This is a Named Quest that has come to both of you. The client is Her Highness Molly, Princess of the Dresden Kingdom.”
Jane gave a brief briefing, though it was all information they already knew.
Both of them agreed to accept the Named Quest and tucked the letter into their clothes.
“You will be representing Kizen at a royal function. Pay special attention to your bearing and your words, and see that you bring no dishonor to Kizen’s name. That is all.”
The two bowed. As Lorain turned to leave, she glanced at the towering stack of documents and spoke quietly.
“You must be having a hard time because of my mother, Professor.”
“There’s no helping it.”
Jane let out a small laugh.
“It’s been my fate ever since Neftis picked me up. And Simon Polentia.”
Simon stiffened and replied attentively.
“Yes, Professor!”
“Your body—”
She paused her Quill Pen briefly and looked up.
“Is it all right?”
“!”
It was somewhat unexpected. The cold Professor Jane actually cared about his well-being!
Simon felt something warm bloom in his chest as he answered.
“Yes! I’m fine!”
“I’m glad to hear it. Look forward to the briefing in the next Beginner Black Magic class.”
“……What?”
“Dropping from first place overall to tenth—even accounting for the theme being unfavorable to Summoning Magic aspirants, the variance is too large.”
Jane’s lips curved upward.
“Next week I’ll analyze it thoroughly and interrogate you on every detail, so be prepared.”
Even indoors, Simon felt a chill run down his spine.
“I-I won’t let you down next time!”
“Of course you won’t. Off you go.”
Jane picked up her Quill Pen again, and Simon and Lorain left the research office.
……
After the students left and the door closed, Jane set down her Quill Pen. She tapped the mana projector installed on her desk, and the footage she’d been watching continued to play.
It was a recording of Simon sweeping aside kobolds with his Royal Guard, advancing forward. As the crowd’s cheers echoed through, a smile crossed Jane’s lips too.
She had lost count of how many times she’d watched it.
‘This is a first.’
Though she was Kizen’s Vice-Chancellor and a supervising professor, for the first time she felt envious of the course instructors who could take on Direct Disciples.

* * *
The afternoon of the next day.
Dressed in his Tuxedo for the ball, Bow Tie fastened, and dress shoes on his feet, Simon headed toward the hill where the large Teleport Magic Circle was located.
But he, who was still new to school life itself, was overlooking one crucial fact.
‘Man, I’m drawing so much attention.’
The fact that I stood out so starkly, dressed in something other than the School Uniform while everyone else wore theirs.
Eyes had fixated on me from the moment I descended the dormitory hallway, and by the time I stepped outside the Campus Grounds, countless gazes had zeroed in.
“Wow, check out that 1st Year’s Bow Tie. So cute~”
“Is he headed to some party?”
Heat flooded my cheeks. If I’d thought ahead, I would’ve worn the uniform and changed into this after Teleporting over.
I’d been rushed in my preparations, thoughtless—and now the murmur around me felt like every voice was talking about nothing but my clothes.
Simon pushed through the Campus Grounds at a brisk pace and climbed the hill.
‘I’ve made a mess of this.’
I’d reached my destination. I’d assumed everyone would have left yesterday for their Mission Evaluations, but quite a few students were heading out for theirs today as well.
Naturally, all their attention turned toward Simon.
“Ooh! Going to your childhood friend’s birthday party?”
“Hey, country boy! Don’t you know that pocket square goes in your chest pocket, not on your head?”
“Pahahaha!”
The boldly mocking tone sounded familiar—it was Hector’s faction. Hector himself was nowhere to be seen.
“A Tuxedo during Mission Evaluation season? Living the life, aren’t we.”
“No doubt he’s got some special privilege. Probably got named for another fancy quest, going to do some nobles’ bidding and pocket the coin.”
“Really something else. A whole different class from us.”
The faction ratcheted up their mockery further. With each jab, the gazes of a few other students watching Simon grew sharper.
‘Unbelievable.’
It had never gotten this bad in Class A. I was starting to think Hector might actually be what kept these people in check.
Simon was just opening his mouth when—
“How fortunate that you’re aware of the difference in class~”
A measured, honeyed voice rang out. Every student who heard it turned with widened eyes.
A girl stepped naturally to Simon’s side, linking her arm through his—dressed in an ivory Dress that matched her hair perfectly.
“I do apologize for dragging him away to do a noblewoman’s errands during Mission Evaluations.”
When Serne let out a chilling smile, the pupils of Hector’s faction quivered violently.
‘……This absolute maniac!’
‘Se, se, Serne was going with me the whole time?’
No matter how powerful Hector’s faction’s umbrella might be, Serne Eindarc was an eccentric on a different level entirely.
They’d just made the worst possible enemy.
“You came early.”
Step.
This time, a girl with black hair was walking over.
Every male and female student alike dropped their jaws at the sight of her in a night-sky-colored Dress.
‘Lorain Arcvold!’
‘Isn’t she Neftis’s daughter?’
‘……She’s, she’s really beautiful.’
Lorain came to stand at Simon’s side.
“Simon, why’s the mood so tense?”
“Ah~”
Serne answered in his stead, brushing back a strand of hair.
“Those people over there were just expressing their jealousy—they can’t seem to accept that Simon’s receiving Named Quests they can’t~”
Upon hearing this, Lorain fixed Hector’s faction with a chilling stare.
‘Ugh.’
‘……I can already hear my school life falling apart.’
In that brief span of time, the faction had managed to catch the attention of precisely the wrong two people, and their faces had gone pale as ghosts.
The other students who’d halfheartedly joined in their ridicule had already scattered to safety elsewhere.
“Alright! We’re departing now!”
At that moment, the shout of the Teleportation Magic operator rang out.
“Students heading to Geron Territory, please enter first!”
“Yes!”
A Teleport Magic Circle erupted perfectly on cue, engulfing them.
Watching Hector’s faction scramble away in a panicked dash without even meeting each other’s eyes, Serne let out a loud laugh.
“Don’t worry about it, Simon.”
Lorain said.
“Yeah.”
Simon continued, taking in Lorain’s Dress.
“……Honestly, the Dress really suits you.”
“Thanks. You look great in the Tuxedo too.”
“Me? I’ve received nothing but ridicule since I arrived here.”
“Have you, really~?”
Serne, standing beside her, offered a subtle smile.
“Are you certain that was ridicule?”

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The three of them stepped onto a Teleport Magic Circle and arrived at Dresden’s royal palace.
Carriages pulled up along one side as elegantly dressed nobles descended, and royal attendants guided them with meticulous courtesy.
Simon was about to lead the two girls in their dresses inside when a man in a royal attendant’s uniform rushed toward them.
“You’re the guests from Kizen, aren’t you? Her Highness is waiting for you.”
The three were shown through a route entirely separate from the ordinary guests.
‘Well, our official reason for being here is to protect Princess Molly, after all.’
Simon glanced around. The palace was indeed spacious and magnificent, as befitted a royal residence.
A luxurious red carpet covered the floor, while walls were entirely adorned with golden decorations. Every empty space had been filled with such lavish ornamentation that it approached the zenith of extravagance.
Moments later, the three stopped before a doorway. The attendant had barely opened the door when a girl in a white dress burst through it, beaming with joy.
“Welcome, all three of you!”
It was Princess Molly, the one who had issued this Named Quest and was so enamored with Necromancers that she was even called a Necromancer scholar.
The three bowed respectfully, and she bounced in place with delight—the picture of a teenage fan meeting her favorite actor in person.
After greeting Lorain and Serne in turn, she approached Simon.
“I apologize for my brother’s behavior toward you last semester.”
Simon was flustered and waved his hand in protest.
“No, Your Highness, please—”
“I heard you performed brilliantly in the recent BMAT Exam! Mother imposed a house arrest order on me, so I couldn’t attend in person, but I’ve been hearing the news steadily! I’ll keep cheering for you from the palace, even if just in spirit! Especially using a Blood Golem to pass the exam—I was utterly amazed! Isn’t that a technique used by 3rd Years? It must be, right? You’re truly remarkable! If someone as exceptional as you were to come to our kingdom… oh, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be speaking of such things here! Ha-ha! Please forget I said anything!”
Princess Molly was so excited that she chattered endlessly. But Simon didn’t find her attention and enthusiasm disagreeable.
He replied to her with a smile, encouraging her to continue.

Serne and Lorain, who had been standing in the background with knowing smiles, each twitched an eyebrow.
They were already hyper-sensitive about talent recruitment. They hadn’t expected Dresden’s royal court to show scouting interest as well.
Princess Molly’s chatter continued on.
“Actually, I’m sixteen now, and I’ll be seventeen next year! I keep pestering Mother to open my Core so I can enter Kizen!”
‘What?’
Simon blinked in surprise. The thought crossed his mind that a member of the royal family might very well enter as a 1st Year junior next year.
“But Mother strongly opposes it. She says that if women open their Cores, childbirth will become difficult.”
“Ha! Such absurd—”
Serne caught herself mid-sentence and quickly corrected course.
“What a pity that such baseless superstitions have spread~”
“Right, right?”
Princess Molly suddenly turned her full attention back to Simon.
“I’ve already decided what subjects I’ll take and what I’ll major in when I go to Kizen! I was originally planning to study Poison Magic, but after seeing your Duel Evaluation, I changed my mind! I want to major in Summoning Magic too!”
Simon let out a quiet laugh.
“I believe it’s a worthwhile discipline. If you do enter Kizen next year, I’ll teach you well.”
Princess Molly clasped her hands together with an expression of deep emotion.
“Then I’ll be counting on you, senior!”
“!”
Simon’s shoulders trembled slightly.
He’d thought he’d remain a 1st Year forever, but hearing someone call him “senior” suddenly made his heart race.
Of course, it was still a distant future. For now, all he could think was that he needed to survive his 1st Year.
“Ahem.”
Lorain cleared her throat.
“Your Highness, shouldn’t you be preparing soon?”
“Oh! That’s right! Come, let me show you the way. Please follow me!”

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