Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 259

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 259
“Thank you for your hard work!”
“Good job, all of you!”
Three craftsmen worked in tandem for a solid four hours, but they finally succeeded in etching a magical circle onto Deimos, the creature now reduced to bone.
Everyone exchanged words of gratitude without a trace of fatigue.
“You’ve all earned your rest.”
Benya, who had been waiting nearby, approached and offered her encouragement.
“Not at all, miss. It’s been a fascinating project for us.”
“It’s not often we get the chance to work with Deimos.”
Diego turned to Simon with a gentle smile.
“Now then—time for the master to give it a spin, wouldn’t you say?”
“Right away!”
Simon closed his eyes and synchronized his consciousness with Deimos. His skeleton, reborn through his dark aura, began to writhe and stir.
‘High-rank monsters really are different. The resistance is fiercer than I expected.’
But when it came to undead control, Simon was confident. He repeated a surge of willpower, driving it into the skeleton again and again.
‘Wake!’
Flop! Flop!
Deimos’s bones, which had been as still as a fossil, began to thrash and leap upward. It was brimming with strength and vitality, like watching a massive fish freshly pulled from the sea.
“Incredible!”
Not only Benya and the craftsmen, but the warehouse staff watching from the sidelines cried out as well.
‘We actually did it!’
And Simon’s heart swelled more than anyone’s.
From sourcing materials to inscribing the final magical circle, he had been involved in every step. This was the first undead he had put so much care into from the very beginning.
“Watch out! You’re knocking everything off the shelves!”
But the problem was that the energy was almost too much.
Though there was no water here, Deimos bounded about at will, knocking items from shelves and spilling buckets everywhere.
“S-stop that!”
It was a nuisance. Panicked and sweating, Simon rushed over, but Deimos—still flopping wildly—struck him hard across the cheek with the bone of its tail.
As Simon fell, Benya and the craftsmen burst into laughter.
“Newly awakened undead always display unusual behavior from the shock. In the industry, we call it Fever Time.”
Simon suddenly recalled when he first created his skeleton archer—its skull had bitten his arm.
“…Couldn’t you have mentioned that a little sooner?”
“Sorry, for us it’s just common sense.”
At this rate, Deimos would rampage around for the rest of the day and ruin the warehouse. As Simon moved forward again, the craftsmen held him back.
“Let it burn off some energy. Just leave it be.”
“It should settle down in a few hours.”
But Simon couldn’t afford to be a burden to the Vanilla people, nor could he wait that long.
Simon issued an Absolute Command to Deimos.
‘Stop!’
Instantly, Deimos—which had been flopping about wildly—went perfectly still.
But it remained wary. Simon spread both arms in a gesture of peace and stepped closer.
Breathe.
He extended his right arm and opened his palm, approaching slowly. Fortunately, Deimos stayed put.
Simon gently stroked Deimos’s snout with his open hand.
He felt Deimos’s consciousness gradually settle. Whether it recognized its master or not, it made no move to resist his touch and lowered its guard.
Growing braver, Simon knelt before it and cradled Deimos in his arms, running his hands along its body.
Murmurs of admiration rippled through the warehouse.
“…Well, that’s impressive.”
“Kizen students really are cut from a different cloth from the start.”
Once Deimos had calmed, Diego approached.
“Now that you’ve mastered control, let’s test that technique too. I explained how it works, didn’t I?”
“Yes, I’ll demonstrate it right now.”
Simon rose and closed his eyes.
He felt Deimos’s consciousness clearly, along with the presence of the magical circle powered by his dark aura.
Simon activated one of the rune-language characters in the circle using his darkness, then issued an Absolute Command.
‘Tidal Cannon.’
At Simon’s command, Deimos opened its mouth wide. Dark aura coalesced in a circular pattern within, beginning to draw everything around it in like a whirlwind.
Simon pointed toward an empty space.
“That way!”
BOOM!
A gust of wind shot forth from the creature’s mouth. The backlash sent everyone’s clothes and hair whipping wildly about. The wind dissipated before it could strike the wall, scattering into nothing midway.
Oooh—! The watching workers let out a low murmur of admiration.
“When a monster dies and becomes undead, it loses the techniques and powers it had in life.”
Diego said.
“But Simon, you helped so well that we managed to preserve as many functions as possible. We even recovered the Tidal Cannon intact—its core ability. If we test it in water, you’ll definitely feel its true power.”
“Ah…”
Simon’s mind opened onto the sea.
He imagined crossing water currents alongside Deimos, surging forward, and sweeping his opponent away with cannon fire.
Just the thought thrilled him.
‘Now I won’t fear underwater combat!’
Of course, he hadn’t tested it yet, but Simon felt confidence brimming up inside him.
He turned and spoke.
“It’s all thanks to you, everyone! I’m truly grateful.”
The craftsmen smiled with satisfaction.
“We learned a lot too.”
“Thanks to you, Simon, we finished smoothly.”
Then Diego cleared his throat loudly and, glancing sideways, spoke in a low voice.
“I was sorry about before.”
“…Yes, I’m sorry?”
“For being so sensitive.”
The two junior craftsmen beside him burst into loud laughter.
“Oh, no! It’s really fine! I didn’t mind at all!”
“You punk.”
Diego stepped over and draped an arm around Simon’s shoulder.
“If you ever need work in the future, come anytime. I’ll always welcome you.”
“Hey, you. Just quit Kizen and settle down here! Let’s make some real money together!”
“If it’s you, Simon, we’d welcome you with open arms.”
Suddenly the bearded craftsmen surrounded Simon, coaxing him to work with them.
Simon stiffened and quickly flashed a desperate look to Benya for rescue.
“Why do these guys keep being so creepy about it?”
Benya strode over and pulled Simon free.
“When you first called him over saying you had some work, you looked so unhappy.”
Diego laughed brightly.
“That’s one thing, this is another. You’re already trying to claim him as one of your own?”
“If we took Simon to the management division, we’d get his resignation! Simon’s perfect for engineering!”
Simon’s expression grew awkward. The three craftsmen were already speaking as if he’d joined Vanilla.
“Well, from my personal perspective—”
Benya placed a light hand on Simon’s shoulder.
“I think he’s too big a catch for us to hold onto.”
Diego laughed.
“Ha! If even all-powerful Vanilla thinks he’s too big, is he going to Kizen headquarters or the Ivory Tower instead?”
Simon could only scratch the side of his head.

* * *
After finishing his visit to the Ballot Fish Market, Simon returned to Kizen and wrote a letter first thing.
<To Mother>
He began with inquiries about Anna and Richard’s wellbeing, then wrote about his own situation. Below, he added a small note.
<Is there any way to send a letter to Rette? There’s something I’d like to tell her.>
And right below, he wrote what he wanted to convey to Rette.
Along with simple greetings, he kept the message brief, omitting other details just in case the letter was intercepted on the way. He stuck to the essential point only.
<Remember the evidence we collected from the train? Can you check if there’s a name ‘Yuda’ anywhere in it?>
He’d been bothered by the name Yuda for some reason, and as he dredged through his memory, he felt he’d seen something similar on the Holiness Train.
To be more precise, when the Blood Heavenly Cult came to hijack the Holiness Train, he’d defeated their bishop and obtained documents and evidence from the scene.
He was asking Rette to investigate whether the name ‘Yuda’ appeared anywhere in those materials.
Simon set down the quill pen and stretched, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling.
‘I wonder if Rette’s doing well in Efnel? Is she still holding the top rank? I wonder how much the baby dragon Ran has grown?’
There was so much he wanted to ask, but he held back.
Simon placed the letter in an envelope, sealed it neatly, and dropped it in the Dormitory mailbox.
During the remaining weekend, he practiced handling Deimos. Going back to the sea he’d visited before would surely draw attention, and there was no benefit to exposing his full strength, so Simon devoted himself to practice alone on a quiet beach.
And so, the next morning.
A new week arrived. With Jane’s announcement, the students’ composure unraveled from the very first class.
“The 3rd BMAT Exam is scheduled for the end of this week.”
Ugh—
Students groaned and clutched their heads, their faces heavy with apprehension.
By now, the entire student body knew the theme was the Sea, but fighting in the ocean itself posed a formidable challenge.
‘I wish the exam would hurry up and come.’
Meanwhile, Simon, who had successfully acquired a new summoned creature from the Ballot Fish Market, brimmed with confidence.
Though it wasn’t so much that he looked forward to the exam itself as he was eager to test the Deimos Skeleton in actual battle.
“And there is one more important announcement.”
Jane turned to the next page of her papers and spoke.
“Before the BMAT exam, there will be a Duel Evaluation held.”
Aahhh—
Groans erupted from every corner. As if the BMAT alone weren’t suffocating enough, now a Duel Evaluation on top of it.
“Wow, Kizen’s schedule is famous for being tight, but this is ridiculous.”
“I’m already dying from the Sea adaptation training.”
Most students looked dismayed, but Merin snorted dismissively.
“Just do what you normally can do. Everyone’s complaining for nothing.”
Simon nodded in agreement.
“Yeah. Let’s just perform as we always do.”
“As expected of the Top Squad members! Your confidence is on another level.”
Richard quipped playfully. Simon and Merin currently held Top Squad status and remained undefeated.
Richard and Kamibarez, on the other hand, had slipped a few times and remained in the Mid-ranking Squad.
“Kamibarez will make it to the Top Squad this time, right? Your skills improved so much over the break.”
Merin’s eyes sparkled as she spoke.
Kamibarez laughed awkwardly, her smile lacking conviction.
“I’m not quite sure yet, but… honestly, I’m fine staying in the Mid-ranking Squad! I don’t want to fight against Simon and Merin!”
“Hold on! What are you saying? The Mid-ranking Squad has me, Richard Hayward, the eternal stagnant water, right here?”
“I’ll fight you with all my heart, Richard!”
“Ha! You know I don’t go easy just because you’re a girl, right?”
Richard playfully threw jabs into the air, issuing a declaration of war. Kamibarez, though somewhat awkward, responded by mimicking punches in an endearingly clumsy way.
Merin gushed about how cute it was and pulled Kamibarez into a tight embrace, making her shriek in surprise.
Jane, who had been letting the students chatter away while reviewing the next document, spoke again.
“Quiet.”
At Jane’s single word, the lecture hall fell silent.
“Tonight, the pairings for the Duel Evaluation will be posted in the Male and Female Dormitories—check them. Students in the Lowest Ranking Squad should focus more on the Duel Evaluation, while the rest of you should commit fully to the BMAT and bring back good results. That’s all.”
“Thank you!”
Jane dismissed class early. Students bustled about with cheerful chatter, gathering their things, when—
“Hey, everyone! Can you spare a moment?”
Claudia Mendis and her allies climbed onto the lecture platform.
“She’s really something else.”
Merin muttered dismissively. Claudia’s eyes met Merin’s, but without either yielding, both simply turned their heads away from each other.
“We carried out a boycott of classes all last week, but as you know, Professor Byeol-Ya forced ahead with her poison-drinking lessons anyway.”
Claudia’s voice rose. Meanwhile, Hector and his faction were already standing and leaving the classroom.
Claudia waited quietly, gauging Hector’s movements, and the moment he left, she raised her voice further.
“This is not just an ignoring of the students’ opinions—it’s a declaration of war to trample on our human rights. When you go into the next class, Professor Byeol-Ya will poison you again. Or maybe she’ll poison you the entire year. What’s worse is that the poison we drink has no clear source. Who knows what side effects it could have? We might suffer from them our whole lives. I’m telling you outright: that class is genuinely insane.”
Rumble—
Then the classroom door swung wide open and students from other classes poured in.
All of them were part of the boycott against Byeol-Ya’s class.
“Once more—or rather, as many times as it takes—I’m asking you earnestly.”
Claudia spoke.
“For the sake of our students’ rights, please join us in boycotting Professor Byeol-Ya’s class.”

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