Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 26

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The Summoning Prodigy of Necromancer Academy, Episode 26
Simon put forward an idea.
“The problem is that Meilin can’t dodge the Cyclops’s attacks, right? Well, I can help her with Summoning Magic.”
“……How?”
“Skeleton. I’ll summon undead to scatter the Cyclops’s attention. In the meantime, Meilin can prepare Dark Flare and strike.”
It was beyond dispute that Meilin’s Dark Flare was Team 7’s most effective offensive tool right now.
And if protecting Meilin was the problem, Simon could certainly move from the standpoint of Summoning.
Not only could he draw attention—he could have the undead take hits meant for her instead.
“Ooh.”
Meilin smiled with satisfaction.
“You’ve got some sense about you. But an exception is still an exception, yeah?”
“Ugh.”
With a solution in sight for Meilin’s survival—the most critical issue—and no sharper alternatives available, Dik found himself with no choice but to accept his role.
Meilin’s face brightened considerably as she turned to look at him.
“What about you, Kamibarez? Don’t you know any binding techniques in Blood Magic or anything?”
Kamibarez scratched at her temple with a laugh.
“Blood Magic is such a one-track discipline—ever-shifting offensive applications. I think I’d be better off just using Curses.”
Meilin nodded approvingly, then turned to Dik, who had been wracking his brain for ideas. He finally heaved a deep sigh and resigned himself to speaking.
“Exhaustion. I’ll practice it this week.”
“Right, right. That’s what teamwork is all about!”
Meilin spoke with renewed vigor. Simon smiled encouragingly at Dik.
“We haven’t locked down the strategy yet anyway. There’s time until the next Practical Evaluation class, so let’s keep thinking it over.”
“Y-yeah.”
Having answered thus, Dik found himself studying Simon anew.
Meilin was the team leader in name, but it was Simon who actually mediated the group’s disagreements and guided the atmosphere—all while securing his own gains.
As long as he could protect Meilin, the core of their offense, by using undead, a high score for teamwork was all but guaranteed.
They went on to discuss specifics when the bell rang to signal the end of class. Jane stood and spoke.
“For the next session, prepare a ten-minute presentation on how to defeat the Cyclops. The roles of each team member and the Dark Magic to be used must be clearly stated in the material. That concludes today’s class.”
“Thank you for your time!”
Simon’s serious expression finally eased. The moment a class ended never got old, no matter how many times he experienced it.
“Let’s go, Simon!”
Dik grabbed his bag as he spoke.
“There’s a limited-time hamburgsteak at Building 3 Cafeteria today!”
Simon laughed and rose to his feet.
“Can’t pass up a limited offering.”

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After eating, Simon and Dik arrived at the classroom for their final class of the day—the Toxicology 2nd Practice Room.
Strictly speaking it wasn’t a lecture hall but a practice room, with desks suitable for note-taking set above a large Magic Cauldron.
As Simon and Dik settled into seats near the middle and began unpacking their things,
“Hey! Merchant!”
Meilin strode into the classroom with her eyes wide, Kamibarez following behind her with a smile.
“Your information was wrong! You said there was a limited-time hamburgsteak at Building 3? The menu board didn’t even have it!”
Dik giggled.
“It sold out in five minutes, so they took it off the menu board.”
“……Ugh, annoying.”
“You should’ve sprinted like a madman the way Simon and I did through the shortcut.”
“I don’t know any shortcut! Would it hurt to tell me where to go?”
Dik waved his hand dismissively.
“Nope, you want to eat with us? Forget it. Outside of Beginner Dark Magic class, we’re strangers. Clear?”
“Fine by me.”
Meilin said so and began unpacking at the seat beside Simon.
“But until the Cyclops Practical Evaluation, there’s no getting around it. Let me be clear though—if you two sabotage me with uncooperative behavior and tank my grade, I won’t let it slide.”
“Ooh, scary. What will you do?”
She fell silent, at a loss for words. Dik leaned in, cupping his ear.
“I’m listening closely! What will you do? Come on, say it calmly. What exactly will you do?”
She growled her response.
“I’m g-going to curse you! I’ll throw a hundred Curse Dolls in your rooms!”
Dik burst out laughing.
“Before that happens, you’ll get caught by my intelligence network sneaking into the male dormitory, be charged with breaking and entering, or end up as a corpse after running afoul of an angry Kaz Edvalt.”
“Who even is Kashan Edvalt?”
“There’s no such person.”
Dick chuckled and scratched the back of his head with his arm.
“Tell me, damn it!”
While Meilin demanded answers and Dick teased that he wouldn’t say, bickering childishly, Kamibarez’s and Simon’s eyes met across the room.
A smile tugged at the corners of her eyes.
“Hi there~”
“Hey.”
Soon other students filed in, and the lecture hall filled to capacity. The Toxicology professor entered shortly after.
“Ah— who’s the class representative of this section?”
The professor’s name was Rang Strauss. He was an elderly Necromancer, with a gaunt frame, stooped shoulders, and a weathered face creased with age.
“We don’t have a class representative!”
“Then you’ll be taking attendance from now on.”
“Yes, sir!”
Jamie Victoria sprang to her feet.
“Everyone, attention! Salute the professor!”
“Good morning, Professor!”
“Yes, yes. Come along now.”
Rang was the only professor at Kizen who had students perform formal attendance and salutes. He gripped his cane and made his slow way to the lectern.
“Ah— which section are you again?”
“We’re Class A, sir!”
“Oh, yes. Is this Class A’s first lesson?”
“Yes, it is, sir!”
Rang opened his textbook and began to speak.
“Ah— then everyone open your books to page one, please.”
And with that, Rang proceeded to drone through the textbook in an agonizingly slow cadence.
The effect was devastating. Within ten minutes of the start of class, students’ eyes began to flutter closed.
His monotone delivery and glacial pacing were so potent it was almost as though he were actively spraying sedative gas into the room.
“Ah— so Toxicology, you see, isn’t merely the study of poisons alone. It’s about combining and arranging a variety of substances and—”
Nod. Nod.
Dick’s head dropped sharply forward. Simon let out a rueful laugh and nudged him with his elbow to rouse him.
Dick jerked awake in alarm, but his gratitude was short-lived—his head drooped again within five minutes.
The tedious theoretical exposition, disguised as textbook reading, dragged on for forty minutes. By now, half the class had their heads planted firmly on their desks.
Rang lifted his head to speak.
“Ah— now then, we’ll attempt to make a Beginner Poison Potion as shown in the textbook—”
Finally, a practical exercise! Students who had been dozing began to lift their heads one by one.
The teaching assistants, moving with newfound urgency, quickly distributed the potion ingredients to each student’s workspace.
“Ah— we’ll begin now— let me see. Potion preparation requires precise— precise— measurement—”
Careful measurement and proper sequence of ingredient addition were paramount. Students weighed out their materials precisely using the scales provided at the side of the room.
The assistants filled the cauldrons with water, and following Rang’s instructions, the students added sliced Kurdan Poison Mushroom and Frog Tongue first.
“And next is— *Cough! Cough!*”
Suddenly Rang doubled over, seized by violent coughing.
“*Cough! Cough! Hack—ack—ack! Wheeze! Guh!*”
It looked distressingly severe.
The students’ eyes went wide with alarm, and the assistants rushed over to check on him. In his trembling hand was a dark purple substance that looked like blood.
“Professor, you’ve overextended yourself. You should rest.”
an assistant urged. Rang shook his head even as he coughed.
“No, no, that won’t do. Without me, the class—”
“But this is the practical portion. We can manage the exercise. You must think of your health.”
After the assistant pressed the matter several times with earnest persuasion, Rang finally relented and, supported by the other assistants, made his way out of the lecture hall.
The students blinked in bewilderment—what on earth was happening now?
The red-haired assistant took the lectern in Rang’s place. She let out a small sigh, then spotted a male student among the class who was still nodding off.
She lifted the heavy textbook casually with one hand and hurled it directly at him.
*Bang!*
The textbook struck the student’s desk and clattered over; he jolted awake in shock.
“Everyone, wake up.”
“…?”
“Wake up!”
Students who had been half-asleep scrambled to their feet. The red-haired assistant folded her arms and fixed the class with a stern, penetrating stare.
“How dare you show such disrespect to the professor, Class A.”
“……”
“You fall asleep at your desk because class is boring? This is what Kizen students look like—rotten to the core from the bottom up!”
The sheer force of her presence was overwhelming.
Every student snapped upright, spine rigid with tension. She fell silent for a moment, hand pressed to her forehead as she composed herself.
“Let us maintain at least basic courtesy toward one another. Do you understand?”
“Yes, we understand!”
“Be seated.”
The students, suddenly all business, slid into their chairs. She exhaled deeply and bound her hair back with a tight cord.
“I am Francesca Belmonde, teaching assistant to Professor Rang. I will be conducting this lesson in his stead. Today’s practical will focus on the Beginner Poison Potion. Close your textbooks.”
The students exchanged confused glances as they shut their books. Francesca picked up chalk and approached the board.
“The crucial element in Beginner Poison Potion preparation isn’t precise measurement and standardized procedure—it’s the practitioner’s fluid adaptation. Your cauldrons should be boiling by now. Take the Salamander Powder and Barley Powder from the materials bundle on your left and add them.”
One student raised her hand.
“How much should we add?”
“The amount doesn’t matter. Add as much as your instinct tells you.”
Under Francesca’s direction, Simon and the other students freely added their ingredients. Simon’s Magic Cauldron soon turned green, releasing a bitter smell.
“Those of you whose cauldrons are producing blue smoke, please raise your hands.”
About half the class lifted their hands.
“You’ll be making poison potions with the Nerve Paralysis Effect included. And those with green smoke in your cauldrons?”
Simon and the remaining students raised their hands.
“You’ll be making poison potions with the Acute Headache and Hallucination Effect—particularly useful against mages or Necromancers.”
The students blinked at one another in surprise. This was definitely not something from the textbook or preliminary study materials.
She descended from the podium and circled among them, dispensing information rapid-fire.
“Those with green smoke, remove your uniform jackets and drape them over your chairs. The assistants will prepare additional materials for you.”
“Now we move to the common phase. Skim away the thin layer of oil spreading across the surface with a ladle. Plant-based fats diminish the toxin’s potency.”
“Keep stirring. Continue steadily until the potion develops a thick consistency. If the heat is too high, the compound will solidify, so watch your flame carefully.”
Perhaps because it came after Rang’s soporific lecture, Francesca’s teaching felt brilliant and dynamic. She worked with fervent intensity, sweat beading on her forehead as she guided each student.
Moved by her skill and dedication, the students soon began following her lead with eyes bright with interest.
“My potion’s turning yellowish—is that all right?”
“Excellent work. That slight yellow tint makes it a premium poison potion. You could sell something like that in Rochester.”
A saleable potion!
The student’s face lit up at the unexpected praise. Friends beside her nudged her arm in congratulation.
“Um, Catherine Meyer here! My smoke started blue at first, but it’s changed to green!”
“When you stirred with the ladle, you brought up materials from the bottom and shifted the effect. We’ll need to adjust toward the hallucination effect. Hesse, could you prepare the green-smoke materials over here?”
Francesca moved among the students, checking their work. Then one girl raised her hand.
“It’s Claudia Mendes! Professor, there’s something wrong with my compound……”
Francesca’s expression hardened. Claudia realized her mistake too late and quickly covered her mouth.
“I’m not a professor, Claudia.”
“I—I’m so sorry, ma’am!”
“All right, what’s the problem?”
That was the extent of her anger. Francesca smiled warmly and guided Claudia through her work.
After hearing the explanation, when Claudia added extra Salamander Powder, Francesca even gave her an approving pat on the head.
“Hey, Simon.”
A student named Dick leaned toward Simon and whispered.
“Now I get why that old man Rang’s survived at Kizen. His assistant is insanely competent!”
“……Yeah.”
Claudia had become so absorbed in Toxicology that she was getting major selection advice.
Simon watched Francesca, who answered so graciously, with a complicated expression.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, really. Nothing at all.”
The lesson was nearing its end.
Francesca gave free time to students who’d successfully completed their potions, while offering those who’d failed a second chance—and teaching them through it.
Simon, having successfully made his poison potion, was flipping through his textbook.
“Simon! Should we prep some of this for the Cyclops battle? Don’t you think the poison potion effect would help?”
Simon had been thinking the same thing and smiled.
—To face a Cyclops, you’ll need to push yourselves to the absolute limit over this coming week. Don’t let any lesson slip past you carelessly—make it truly yours and use it in your Practical Evaluation.
He was now experiencing firsthand how every class could connect to real combat.
Jane’s teaching prowess was genuinely remarkable.
“That won’t work, idiot.”
Meilin approached with her arms crossed, and Kamibarez stood beside Simon with an amused smile.
“Beginner Poison Potions don’t work on mid-sized monsters. Definitely not on a Cyclops.”
“Is that so?”
Simon flipped through the textbook in silence, then his fingers stilled on a particular page.
‘Rehak Mushroom as the ingredient?’
It was the mushroom Anna Pollentia sometimes used to neutralize poisons and prepare in her cooking.
Simon kept his head down as he read through the content carefully.
“Meilin. What do you think of this?”
“What is it?”
Meilin came over and examined the section Simon was pointing to.
…….
After a long silence, Meilin’s head snapped up and she bolted back to her seat.
“Simon! What page is this?”
“254.”
Meilin fumbled to open her textbook and began reading the passage intently.
“Everyone! If we can just make this, I think it’ll work!”

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