Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 255

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School 255
The Poison Magic class had begun.
By now, Simon could barely meet the eyes of the teaching assistants who set down the Poison Sets before the desks.
Simon wordlessly tossed an Antibody Cluster into his mouth first.
‘Today tastes like hair.’
They say humans are creatures of adaptation. After weeks of repeating this, his body had grown accustomed to it. Now he didn’t need to count the seconds—his body simply knew when the chemicals had spread far enough.
He grabbed the poison and swallowed it.
The revulsion had dulled. The foreign sensation had faded.
He only wished the painful hours would pass quickly.
‘Urrgh.’
Simon felt the poison spreading through him as he picked up his Quill Pen.
Now Byeol-Ya made students write a Checklist after consuming the poison.
What the poison tasted like, what pain and symptoms arose, what type of poison it seemed to be, which poisons they’d learned in textbooks it resembled.
Finally, she had them define the poison they’d just swallowed in a single word, in their own terms.
Simon wrote “hair.” His mind was so muddled that thoughts poured directly from his brain onto the page without filtering through reason.
By now, far fewer students vomited after consuming poison, unlike the first class. The pain itself was far more bearable than it had been then.
Someone had joked that they were becoming monsters by adapting to such things, and Simon had agreed with that assessment.
Having finished one poison quickly, Simon moved on to the next chemical.
‘This one tastes like fingernails.’
Of course, he’d never actually eaten hair or fingernails, but some vivid image kept flashing into his mind.
Glancing sideways, Dick was writing fruit names, Merin was writing lipstick shades, and Kamibarez was writing colors.
By the time they reached the third poison after the second, Merin pulled a Bag over her head in a practiced motion.
Kamibarez started sniffling, and Dick announced he was done the moment he swallowed the third poison and stood from his seat.
Among Team 7 members, Dick adapted to poison the fastest.
Simon too endured the painful hours before raising his hand to a teaching assistant and reporting that his condition had stabilized.
After submitting his Checklist, he was heading toward the adjacent lecture hall where the theory class was underway when—
“Wait a moment.”
Byeol-Ya called out to Simon.
She was sprawled out in the very back seat instead of on the platform, ostensibly to supervise the students. Of course, the students were all wrestling with poisons and had no idea she was there.
As Simon approached, she let out a languid yawn and tapped her own shoulder with her fist.
“Sorry, but would you rub my shoulders for me?”
The teaching assistant who heard this yelped and offered to do it instead.
“It’s fine.”
Simon smiled gently and moved behind Byeol-Ya, placing his hands on her shoulders.
Byeol-Ya, who had been expressionless, flinched in surprise, straightened her posture, and then relaxed into his touch.
Somehow everything had gone quiet. She looked like a cat gone rigid when grabbed by the scruff of the neck, and Simon almost laughed.
“Whoa, you’re good at this.”
Byeol-Ya’s voice held genuine admiration.
“Did you take a separate massage course?”
“I just got used to it from often rubbing my mother’s shoulders at home.”
“Hmph. A filial son, indeed.”
Simon kneaded her shoulders in silence for a moment, then spoke quietly.
“Professor Hong Peng must be worried about you.”
Byeol-Ya snorted.
“That man who cut ties with me completely after being driven out of the grasslands?”
“Professor Hong Peng has been planting herbs throughout Rocksum that are good for detoxification, and he’s been steadily giving students drinks made from those herbs. Most likely.”
Simon added in a very quiet voice.
“Because of you, Professor.”
……
Silence stretched out. Since Simon was standing behind her, he couldn’t see her expression.
Then suddenly Byeol-Ya’s hand came whipping around from behind—whoosh!—and grabbed Simon’s cheek.
“Y-you brat, what are you—?”
“So I hear, I hear—and here comes this tiny thing trying to meddle in adults’ affairs? What do you know?”
Then she laughed playfully and pinched his cheek harder.
‘Ow, that hurts!’
It hurt so much that tears actually pricked Simon’s eyes; he crouched down and squirmed in protest.
“You rascal—”
She released her grip, grinning to show her jagged shark-like teeth.
Simon rubbed his cheek and glared at her reproachfully.
“Are you preparing well for the next BMAT?”
Simon blinked at the abrupt question.
“Ah, yes. I’m working hard on it, Professor.”
“If you hit a wall anywhere, come find me.”
She gave his shoulder a light tap.
“Whatever you need, I’ll back you up properly — consider it done.”
‘!’
Simon wasn’t sure what to make of the offer, but it felt like a major advantage for a casual shoulder massage.
He decided to file that away carefully.
“Thank you, Professor!”
“Relax a little. When it’s just the two of us talking, call me by name.”
“Yes, Professor!”
“Ha ha! No flexibility in you at all, is there!”

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Though Byeol-Ya had promised to help, Simon couldn’t simply approach her and demand a solution to underwater combat. First, he needed to pin down his basic strategy — how to fight in the sea, which techniques to employ, what his overall style would be — and only then ask for advice on what remained weak.
As the lectures continued, Simon’s doubts only deepened.
The professors clearly never taught Dark Magic applicable to the sea during their classes. To do so would be like handing out the answer key directly.
At most, they offered hints and guidance — like Jane teaching Magic Circle Binding, or Bahil instructing Non-visible Curse Formulas — but nothing more.
The faculty seemed to be saying it plainly: how to fight in the sea was something you had to discover yourselves.
Days of lectures passed in succession, time flowing faster than expected.
Everyone was beginning to shape an outline for underwater combat, but Simon — save for learning to breathe underwater — had yet to find a solid approach.
“Undead that can fight in the sea?” he ventured one afternoon.
“Yes.”
It was his first visit to the Mutation Club Room in some time.
While he and Benya were maintaining an Overlord together, he’d casually broached the subject.
“Hmm…….”
Benya, who’d been carefully wiping down the Overlord’s legs with cloth, paused in thought before answering.
“The Yellowspring Whale!”
“……I doubt I could control something that high-ranking yet. And there’s no way I’d obtain one.”
The explanation seemed incomplete. Simon elaborated on the theme of the Third BMAT in detail, and only then did Benya nod in understanding.
“Ah! You’re looking for Undead allies to fight alongside you in the sea?”
She finished wiping the Overlord’s other leg, made a satisfied sound, and rose from her seat.
Walking carelessly, her School Uniform skirt swishing about her, she began rifling through the books on her shelves while speaking.
“Fundamentally, Undead aren’t suited for use in the sea at all — you know that already, right?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
“But for a grand ambition like world conquest, you can’t simply skip over the sea as a stage. It’s too vast.”
Simon had learned by now that you had to filter half of what this eccentric Undead engineer said.
“Still, if you make Undead from sea-dwelling monsters, it gets better. What do you think of something like this image?”
She opened a book to a page with an illustration — a massive Undead composed of whale bones.
“That’s magnificent! Could I actually obtain something like that?”
“If you’re lucky?”
The premise was decidedly unstable. Simon was wavering when Benya set down the book and spoke.
“Looking at a hundred photographs is worse than seeing it with your own eyes! Trust me.”
“Pardon?”
“Got time this weekend? I’ll take you somewhere fun.”

With weekdays consumed by Mission Evaluation, the weekend arrived quickly.
When Benya told him to meet her in Rochester, Simon assumed the “fun place” she’d mentioned was somewhere on Rocksum Island.
But at the meeting point, he found a Teleport Magic Circle prepared courtesy of Benya’s side.
‘……Even Serne uses these things. Rich people really are different.’
She’d submitted the teleportation notice to Kizen beforehand, so there were no complications.
Benya ran numerous Undead enterprises of her own, so Kizen extended certain courtesies in those matters.
Simon stepped onto the Magic Circle with a nervous expression. Immediately, both feet lifted off the ground and the scene shifted.
“Welcome to the port city of Ballot, friend!”
When Simon’s eyes opened, an endless expanse of sea stretched before him.
Countless fishing vessels moved in and out of the harbor. It was his first time seeing a port city of this scale.
“To acquire good Undead, you first need good materials.”
Benya pointed. A massive fish market came into view, its entrance teeming with people.

“The fish market at Ballot Harbor boasts the largest scale in the entire Dressden Kingdom. Shall we go check if anything worthwhile has arrived?”
“Yes!”
The two of them strode eagerly into the fish market. They were greeted by the distinctive salt tang of seawater mingled with the sharp smell of raw fish.
Simon’s eyes darted about frantically—he had never laid eyes on such a sight in his life.
‘Fish everywhere!’
The sheer number and scale of the stalls overwhelmed him. It seemed as though every fish that existed on this continent had been laid out here.
Behind the colorful stalls, fishermen and merchants bellowed about the quality of today’s catch, gesturing wildly to catch any passerby’s eye. The scene pulsed with the raw energy of a livelihood fought for day after day.
“!”
What was more, the market held not only fish but sea monsters as well.
Embedded in ice was a creature so grotesque—teeth so impossibly long for anything that could be called a fish—that it still seemed to be gasping for breath.
A placard beside it read: Danger Level 4, caught yesterday, Gerontos.
“Welcome, welcome! How did you know our Gerontos is fresh today? Care for a taste?”
The rough-bearded merchant drew a filleting knife and in one swift motion carved off a slab of raw flesh, laying it on the cutting board before them.
‘It’s still alive—how cruel!’
This was a sight that would have made even a Necromancer, accustomed to handling corpses, recoil in horror.
“Go on, don’t be shy—have a taste!”
“W-well, that’s very kind, but I’ll have to decline!”
Simon’s entire body shook as he spread his palms in refusal, but Benya simply stepped forward, plucked up a piece of flesh, and popped it into her mouth.
“Mmm~”
Benya chewed thoughtfully, nodding her head.
“Delicious! How long ago was this caught?”
“Just came in last night. Fresh as they come.”
Seeing Simon’s reluctance, Benya pointed instead to a more ordinary-looking sashimi made from a dead monster’s flesh.
“Haven’t you ever tried monster sashimi before? Come on, give it a try.”
‘……Ugh.’
Simon squeezed his eyes shut and tasted it. The raw flesh entered his mouth and he chewed through a thick, meaty piece.
“!”
Thick and tender, with just a hint of acidity. The rich, oily flavor reminded him of meat rather than fish, and the umami was superb.
Born in mountainous terrain, he’d had almost no opportunity to taste raw fish before—but this was the best sashimi he’d ever eaten.
“Land monsters are known for being tasteless, right? But here’s the funny part—most sea monsters are actually premium sashimi.”
“……I had no idea.”
Benya turned to face the merchant.
“We’re Necromancers—do you happen to have anything suitable for use as Undead?”
“Oh, you young folk are Necromancers? I’ve used up all the specimens from today’s haul for sashimi, so unfortunately I don’t have any left.”
“Then we’ll come back another time!”
“By all means—visit anytime you like.”
The two of them pressed deeper into the fish market. Benya began to explain.
“Ballot sits right between Kizen, the holy land of Necromancers, and Langoustin, the royal capital. Thanks to that geographical position, marine monster corpses arrive here along with the fish. Lots of Necromancers come here hunting for materials.”
“Ah, I never knew that.”
Simon found himself thinking he’d be visiting this place often in search of materials.
The two of them reached the deepest section of the fish market.
“It’s right there!”
An alley decorated with the skeletal remains of fierce shark monsters came into view—the very sight of it exuded an ominous, oppressive atmosphere.
Market vendors didn’t even glance in that direction. Those who had business there hurried through with quickened steps.
“Hehehehe! Before, we were in an ordinary fish market, but now—now we enter the true world of Necromancers! Are you ready?”
A tense Simon swallowed hard and nodded.
“I’m ready.”
New Undead!
Resolved to find answers about Underwater Combat in this place, Simon moved forward.

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