Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 273

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy — Episode 273
“Simon! Simon! Simon! Simon!”
As the crowd chanted his name, Simon received an Amplification Crystal from the host.
“Well then, Simon! A few words of reflection, if you please!”
The host winked as he spoke.
Simon brought the crystal to his lips.
“Hello. I’m Simon Polentia.”
Since he’d been asked for his thoughts, he delivered the obligatory remarks — polished but necessary.
He thanked the professors, and expressed gratitude to his teammates who’d trained alongside him during downtime. He vowed to work even harder going forward.
The host, listening intently, cut in at just the right moment with his next question.
“We simply must talk about Deimos! Everyone’s dying to know how you obtained such a rare summon, and also why you didn’t create a Heavenly River Whale instead!”
Simon hesitated before answering. Should I reveal that I went to the fish market? Would Professor Walter find out?
Simon adjusted his response slightly.
“I received assistance from Venya, my senior in the Vanilla club.”
There was another successor in the same club, and he’d acquired it through their connections. The original material had been in poor condition, which was why he hadn’t made a Heavenly River Whale instead. But in the end, he’d obtained a Deimos Skeleton with an Alpha Ability awakened—the finest outcome possible, he thought.
Simon’s eloquence as he locked down information and let his answer flow naturally earned an approving nod from the host.
“I’d like to take this opportunity to offer my thanks separately. To Venya and… ah!”
Simon’s eyes widened.
Among the sea of spectators, he spotted a particular group of men cheering loudly—faces he recognized instantly.
‘They came to watch!’
Diego and his juniors had come to observe.
Simon quickly continued.
“To the master Necromancers of Vanilla who perfected my Deimos on my first attempt, and to Seniors Diego, Marco, and Rodrion—thank you! I see you’re here!”
As Simon pointed, the crowd’s attention shifted as well. Applause poured down on them, and the three men grinned sheepishly on screen.
Since Vanilla had helped him tremendously this third BMAT, he figured a little promotional boost like this wouldn’t hurt.
“And now, finally—one last word about your resolve moving forward! Please!”
Simon nodded at the host’s words.
“I placed first this time thanks to fortune, but at BMAT, anyone—and I mean anyone—can fall into the bottom fifty at any moment. I won’t let my guard down. I’ll work even harder. Thank you!”
With that, Simon received thunderous applause, successfully concluded his interview, and stepped down from the stage, as the host’s voice called the next interviewee—Elisa—onto the platform.
“Good work out there.”
Jane, arms folded across her chest, spoke those words.
Simon bowed with a smile.
“Thank you! I’ve come back as number one, Professor.”
“Yes.”
Simon scratched his head.
‘She’s more composed than I expected. I thought she’d be happier about first place.’
Jane stood expressionless before the students, but the arm hidden from their view trembled faintly with delight.
“Hello! I’m Elisa Selin!”
Having safely passed his turn, Simon settled in to listen to the other students’ interviews with an easy mind.
Elisa’s remarks proved rather lengthy.
She thanked her parents for bringing her into the world, thanked the nursemaids and servant sisters who’d cared for her in childhood, thanked all the professors including Umbra who taught Necromancy, thanked all the teaching assistants, thanked the dormitory director for arranging such a comfortable room, thanked the friend who’d lent her notes.
It felt less like an interview and more like a medal ceremony.
Unable to bear it any longer, the host finally cut her off and called the next student—at which point Elisa was still going, now naming the carriage driver who’d transported her to Kizen on her first day and thanking him as well.
Next came Raheim. He suddenly turned his back to the crowd, pointed at Simon, and shouted.
“Our duel in this exam was a draw! Jamon Billentor!”
Simon let out a dry laugh.
‘He’s still at it.’
“We both got eliminated at the same time, didn’t we? The match with Merin—let’s save that for next time!”
Next was Hector’s turn.
The moment he received the Amplification Crystal, he took a shot at Raheim.
“That’s bullshit. I’m the one who’ll beat Simon Polentia.”
Simon kept his composure and smiled, though the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
‘This is embarrassing. Please stop mentioning me.’
“And.”
Hector turned completely away from the crowd and fixed Simon with a fierce stare.
“Don’t think that seat belongs to you forever.”
The host, who’d been craving exactly this kind of inflammatory content, reacted with excitement.
“Wow! A declaration of war! A declaration of war from Hector! Will these two settle things in the fourth BMAT? We look forward to seeing you all again! Now then, our final interviewee today is…!”
Just then, a broadcast assistant bounded onto the stage and handed a slip of paper to the host.
“Ah, it looks like we’ll need to make a slight adjustment!”
The host looked down at a note and spoke.
“I’m told that Jul, who placed third, is currently receiving treatment in the Infirmary due to injury. Instead, might we invite the student who achieved sixth place for our final interview? The sixth-place student in this exam! Please come up!”
Footsteps echoed across the stage.
A young woman climbed onto the platform.
Simon’s jaw went slack with astonishment.
“Here’s the Amplification Crystal, student.”
“Thank you.”
She accepted the crystal and tested her voice with a light “aah.” Then, with visible nerves, she opened her mouth to speak.
“Um, hello everyone. I’m Claudia Menges.”
The sixth-place finisher in the Third BMAT overall was
none other than Claudia herself.
“Welcome, Claudia! One of the major storylines in this Third BMAT has been the struggle of Poison Magic aspirants! They showed overwhelming dominance in the Sea, and among them, your growth stood out most remarkably! You placed 710th in the Second BMAT, and now you’ve achieved sixth place overall! That’s truly extraordinary! Is there a secret to this kind of growth here at Kizen?”
She answered with a tight, nervous smile.
“I, I don’t think I grew particularly. Rather, I believe this Third exam had a theme very favorable to Poison Magic students. There were many poison-type monsters, and only Poison Magic aspirants could execute wide-range attacks so easily in the Sea.”
The host applauded. He was no amateur broadcaster to let that slide.
“Haha! How modest! But isn’t ‘sixth place overall’ a position too remarkable to explain away as simply a favorable theme? I suspect you as an individual must have experienced some significant shift in perspective or some revelation!”
She nodded slowly and continued her response.
Claudia’s nerves before the vast crowd made her voice tremble and words elude her, and she stumbled over her speech.
It was entirely different from how she’d pushed and appealed to Class A students.
It was as if she’d reverted to the simple girl she’d been before the boycott.
“Um, actually…”
“Yes! Go ahead!”
“Could I share something more? About my impressions?”
“Oh, of course! Absolutely!”
She inhaled sharply. Then she glanced back at Simon, sitting somewhere behind her, before turning forward again.
“There was a moment I wished I could go back in time.”
Her clear voice resonated through the audience.
“It was foolishness born from my paranoia, my sense of crisis, and my despair. I led a boycott against classes.”
Murmur, murmur, murmur.
The crowd stirred with confusion.
“Even I think the reason is pathetic, so I dressed it up with all sorts of fine-sounding pretexts about student rights and such. Through my actions, I caused irreparable wounds to several people. I will seek forgiveness from each of them personally.”
She exhaled slowly and continued.
“The truth is, it all stemmed from my misunderstanding. Fortunately, the Professor came to speak with me first, and I came to recognize my own stupidity. And thanks to the Professor’s guidance, I find myself here in this honor.”
Claudia smiled gently.
“But then, the Professor said something I found difficult to understand.”
—Someone asked me a favor. They asked if I’d speak with you all.
—The more I think about it, the more it makes me laugh. I said I’d grant any request, and yet they asked me to create this opportunity for people I have nothing to do with.
Whether it was goodwill, or pity, or just meddling, or perhaps merely words thrown out carelessly.
He couldn’t know the true reason he’d asked Byeol-Ya for such a favor.
But one thing was certain.
“I don’t know who you are, but.”
She wiped tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips.
“If you’re listening, I want to say this to you.”
She smiled radiantly.
“Thank you. That one word from you changed my life.”

* * *
The nucleus of the upheaval in this Third BMAT was undoubtedly Byeol-Ya.
An unprecedented boycott had occurred, and significant criticism of Byeol-Ya’s poison-infused classes circulated among the elders and parents alike.
Yet suddenly, the Poison Magic aspirants withdrew their boycott, equipped themselves with a new technique called the Original Pure Black Deadly Poison System, appeared for the exam, and delivered dazzling results.
Claudia’s achievement of sixth place overall went without saying.
It could have ended as merely a favorable exam theme for Poison Magic students, but had it done so, the situation wouldn’t have grown to this magnitude. The real issue lay elsewhere.
Namely, the stark performance gap between regular students who learned Poison Magic from Byeol-Ya and regular students who took Poison Magic classes from other professors.
After the exam ended, students from the lower-ranked classes began rushing to apply for auditing in Byeol-Ya’s Poison Magic course.
Byeol-Ya’s stock rose sharply. Even the thinking at Kizen headquarters underwent a shift.
—She was looked down on as a savage, but she really pulled off something big.
—When Professor Hong Peng first arrived, there was strong criticism of outdoor classes too! But now she’s in the top tier of teaching satisfaction for five straight years and has become Kizen’s flagship professor.
—Good. You know any other Necromancers from the Grasslands? Let’s reach out to them.
—Don’t even mention it. Alland, Sierra, and Moiran are already making moves, I hear.
—Haha! That’s why they’re always the eternal second. Always one step behind.
There were still a few lingering controversies, but Byeol-Ya’s adaptation to Kizen appeared to have succeeded, however narrowly.
“A toast!”
A sharp clink rang out, followed by raucous laughter.
In front of Hong Peng’s Cabin, Hong Peng had gathered the Poison Magic assistants who’d worked hard all this time along with Byeol-Ya, throwing a celebration in their honor.
“Please, everyone, eat your fill!”
“Thank you, Professor Hong Peng!”
Byeol-Ya’s face had flushed crimson with drink, and she waved her hand expansively.
“Hey, hey! You come over here and have a drink too.”
“Just let me finish this broth.”
Hong Peng was in constant motion, bustling between the cabin and the fire. A male assistant, thoroughly drunk, laughed loudly.
“Aaah! Life truly is unpredictable! I thought it was all over—and then it works itself out like this.”
“I thought we’d be kicked out for sure.”
“Audit requests have gone through the roof. I can’t wait to see the look on Duncan’s face when he’s teaching Poison Magic to the lower-year students.”
“That’s exactly what I said!”
Byeol-Ya raised her cup high, her voice ringing out.
“I told you all—just trust your senior and follow!”
“Absolutely, absolutely!”
“Cheers again~!”
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
For the first time in a long while, everyone set aside their worries and celebrated.
The Chief Assistant, who couldn’t hold his liquor well, was cheerfully attending to the professor and his juniors when he noticed the girl sitting beside Byeol-Ya and spoke up.
“Claudia, how much longer are you going to keep making people uncomfortable sitting there like that?”
Claudia, kneeling beside Byeol-Ya, fidgeted with her cup, her expression awkward.
“Ah, no matter how I think about it, I don’t feel I deserve to be at a gathering like this…….”
“Enough, enough! It’s all in the past!”
Byeol-Ya patted her head affectionately.
“And even if the boycott gave me some headaches, you still managed to score sixth in BMAT, which brought real honor to your senior here! Didn’t you? Hmm?”
“Yes, yes it did!”
“You lot!”
Byeol-Ya called out to the assistants.
“I’m thinking of taking Claudia on as my direct disciple starting today—what do you all think?”
“I love it!”
“Absolutely in favor!”
Cheers erupted from all corners.
Claudia’s eyes glistened with emotion.
“I… I’ve only caused you all trouble, so why…….”
“There she goes crying again! Ha-ha-ha!”
“Come on, say it clearly!”
Byeol-Ya thrust her face close, speaking with intensity.
“Are you going to refuse like ‘that one’ did? Hmm?”
“No, no! To be your direct disciple—I want it so badly! It’s an honor!”
“That’s what I like to hear!”
“Then, in welcome of our new family member!”
“A toast!”
The night’s atmosphere grew warmer and more intimate.
Some of the assistants had already passed out from drinking.
Byeol-Ya rose with a chuckle. The Chief Assistant called out to her.
“Where are you going, Professor?”
“To the restroom!”
With that, she ambled unsteadily around to the back of Hong Peng’s Cabin. There she found Hong Peng tending to a large cauldron of broth.
“Hey.”
Hong Peng turned around.
“Oh, it’s you.”
“Go back and eat something.”
The two of them stood at a slight distance from one another.
A moment of silence fell between them.
“Congratulations.”
“For what?”
“This achievement. I thought you wouldn’t be able to adapt to life at Kizen.”
Byeol-Ya laughed softly.
“You don’t use that halting accent of yours around me, do you?”
“Stop talking nonsense. Remember this.”
Hong Peng’s eyes sharpened.
“This place is far more ruthless than the Grasslands where we lived—survival of the fittest, nothing else. Show weakness, and they’ll tear into you. How long do you think they’ll humor us just because we come from a different world?”
“Goodness, always lecturing the moment we meet.”
Byeol-Ya giggled. Hong Peng let slip a thin smile before her expression settled back to its usual composure.
“Hey.”
“?”
“Simon told me. That you looked after me.”
A faint smile played at the corner of Hong Peng’s mouth, but it faded as quickly as it came.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She stirred the pot with its ladle while answering. Byeol-Ya pressed on.
“Do you want Simon too?”
“Any professor worth having, I’d take. What about you?”
Byeol-Ya’s triangular teeth flashed in a grin.
“I’ll be the one taking him. Give up that idea.”
“That’s rich.”
The twin sisters laughed out loud together.

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