Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 298

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School 298
Rocksum.
With all the 1st Year students out on their Dispatch Evaluation, a summons had come for the professors to assemble.
Professors teaching 1st Year classes were gathering in the Central Banquet Hall.
“Ugh, I hate wearing this ridiculous outfit, I’m telling you?”
And from the entrance of the banquet hall, Poison Magic Professor Byeol-Ya was in a sour mood.
She wore her usual bandage fashion with a black formal jacket draped over her shoulders and proper trousers as well.
“Be embarrassed already and keep your mouth shut. Please.”
Beside her was Magical Combat Professor Hong Peng.
“Were you planning to meet Neftis dressed in that strange, half-naked outfit?”
“Please.”
Byeol-Ya let out a quiet laugh.
“People outside say you’re some kind of eccentric from Kizen, but all the eccentricity seems to have worn off you. You’ve completely adapted to city life now, haven’t you?”
“Stop talking nonsense.”
Hong Peng spoke in a serious voice.
“I’ve told you before, haven’t I? This place operates on survival of the fittest far worse than the plains where we lived. Show the slightest opening and they’ll swarm in like jackals to tear you apart. How long do you think they’ll keep excusing us for coming from a different culture…….”
Click.
At that moment, the door opened and a mature man with a dignified bearing entered the building.
“Ah, ladies. Good evening.”
It was the Dark Theory professor, Eric Aura. Upon spotting Hong Peng and Byeol-Ya, he removed his hat and offered a greeting.
Just as Byeol-Ya was about to respond rudely, Hong Peng shot forward with lightning speed and struck a Pressure Point on Byeol-Ya’s throat, rendering her unable to speak.
“Good evening, Professor Eric!”
Then she forced out a pleasant smile and clasped her hands together.
“It’s been so difficult for us professors to see each other lately!”
“Ha ha! Everyone’s been busy just preparing their classes. With BMAT and everything else, you find that as you age, it takes longer to adapt to change, you know.”
Eric’s gaze turned toward Byeol-Ya.
“I’ve heard quite a lot about Professor Byeol-Ya’s achievements. I’d like to request your continued guidance for our students.”
Byeol-Ya could only make “erk!” and “ungh!” sounds, unable to speak. Meanwhile, Hong Peng and Eric exchanged a few more courteous remarks before parting naturally.
Thwack! Thwack!
Byeol-Ya pounded Hong Peng’s back with her fists, then pointed savagely at her own throat.
Hong Peng sighed quietly and released the blocked Pressure Point with the tip of her index finger.
“Ah! Ah!”
At last her voice returned. Byeol-Ya raised her eyebrows and glared at Hong Peng.
“Are you completely insane? I’m going to melt you from head to toe……!”
“Let’s go inside quickly. Neftis will be arriving.”
Hong Peng shoved Byeol-Ya’s back, pushing her furious form into the banquet hall.
The interior of the hall was remarkably lavish. The round table was laid with wine and light refreshments, and several professors sat around it in conversation.
At the appearance of the two female professors, a few of them stood and politely offered to share their seats, but Hong Peng declined with a smile and made her way to the corner seat furthest away. She stationed her sister there—a walking bomb of terrible Poison Magic that might detonate at any moment.
“Please, just try to behave. Please.”
“Tch.”
Byeol-Ya made a displeased face and lifted her legs onto the table, only to be stopped immediately by Hong Peng’s intervention.
This isn’t allowed. That isn’t allowed either.
Letting her troublesome younger sister’s nagging go in one ear and out the other, Byeol-Ya ordered the servants to bring her a drink. The trousers Hong Peng had already dressed her in were already riddled with holes from the poison, transformed into something like destroyed, distressed fashion.
“Neftis is entering!”
The organizer appeared at a perfectly timed moment.
All the professors rose from their seats.
Alongside Vice-Chancellor Jane, a small girl with silver hair flowing swung both her arms briskly as she entered the banquet hall.
She saw the professors and laughed brightly, swinging her arms about.
“Hello everyone! Have you been well?”
The professors responded with respectful bows.
In the center of the platform stood one large, cushioned chair. Jane, as if used to it, slipped her arm under Neftis’s armpit and lifted her up with ease, settling her into the chair. Then she stepped back and stood behind it with her hands clasped neatly before her.
“All the 1st Year faculty seem to be present,” Jane said, glancing around the room. Her gaze passed over the twin sisters Hong Peng and Byeol-Ya seated at the far end before returning to the center.
“We’ve gathered to discuss matters regarding the BMAT. I’d like to hear your opinions freely, without reservation.”
“Yes! Yes!”
Neftis bobbed her head vigorously in agreement.
Jane’s head turned.
“Then first, let us hear the argument from Professor Duncan, who requested this meeting. Please speak.”
Duncan, the Poison Magic professor of the back section, stood from his seat.
Recently, he had been quite irritable because students from his own class kept sitting in on Byeol-Ya’s Poison Magic lectures.

“Ahem, yes, well then—let me begin with the main point.”
The man with the thick brown beard swept his gaze across the assembly before speaking.
“Five rounds of the BMAT is simply too many.”
Several professors nodded quietly. In truth, this was a point on which considerable consensus had formed among the faculty.
“If you sit in on any first-year classes these days, you’ll understand what I mean.”
Duncan spoke with animated fervor, flecks of spittle escaping his lips.
“‘Is this related to the BMAT?’, ‘Will this be on the BMAT?’—that’s all the students ask about anymore. As an educator, I’ve reached the point of absolute exasperation!”
His eyes darted swiftly across the room, passing over Byeol-Ya with lightning speed as she sat cross-legged in her chair with an air of arrogance.
“The difference in concentration between classes related to the BMAT and those that aren’t is staggering. I believe this is a serious problem! The tail is wagging the dog!”
This time Duncan’s gaze turned toward Neftis, who sat beaming in her chair.
She swung her legs back and forth alternately, even humming softly to herself—clearly in excellent spirits.
“I understand why Neftis revived the BMAT, which used to run only for second-year students and above, and implemented it for first-years! The intention was sound, it weakened the faction opposed to Kizen, and there have been some genuine positive effects on the students. But!”
Duncan’s voice rose as he spoke emphatically.
“Now we’re seeing side effects. The most crucial coursework is being neglected! Students obsess over Black Magic techniques for the BMAT and ignore the foundational knowledge in the textbooks. Such skewed thinking can only harm the emotional development of these young students!”
“That’s true.”
Another professor interjected—a tall, gaunt woman.
“Duncan is perhaps being a bit hyperbolic, but it’s a fact that the BMAT dominates the students’ minds. Think about it: it’s sensational, it’s exciting, and it’s a stage where students can enhance their reputation before countless spectators. Everyone naturally prioritizes the BMAT. Kizen’s curriculum has never been treated as coldly as this.”
“Right. If we want to elevate students’ abilities, the BMAT must be discontinued.”
“The BMAT was only ever a countermeasure to correct public opinion that had tilted after the Saint Incident! Now that opinion has stabilized, there’s no reason to continue it.”
Multiple professors voiced opposition to the BMAT—mostly those who conducted theory-focused instruction or valued rigorous scholarly achievement.
Of course, there were professors who objected.
“This year’s first-year BMAT is a major hit for Kizen. Discontinuing such an important event for trivial reasons would provoke considerable backlash.”
“If we view the BMAT not as a test but as part of the curriculum itself, there are many positive aspects.”
“The students’ concentration has improved, hasn’t it? For a Kizen professor, integrating textbook learning with BMAT material should be basic, shouldn’t it?”
There were certainly professors who championed the BMAT—most of them instructors like Byeol-Ya who had achieved considerable success through BMAT-tailored courses.
Then a hand rose.
“May I say something?”
The raucous banquet hall fell instantly silent.
Bahil, the Curse Magic professor dressed in white formal wear as immaculate as snow, rose slowly to his feet.
Neftis smiled brightly.
“Yes, go ahead!”
“Wait a moment first.”
Bahil approached Neftis and reached into his jacket.
Then, with the grace of a man presenting a flower to a lady,
“Ice cream!!”
he produced an ice cream.
Bahil alone in this world was prepared to encounter Neftis at any moment—a man who always carried ice cream in a Subspace reinforced with Freezing Magic.
“Good grief.”
Jane exhaled heavily with an expression of disapproval, while Neftis’s eyes sparkled.
Just as she seized the ice cream and opened her small mouth as wide as it would go to take a bite,
Snap.
Jane, standing behind her, snatched it away.
“You promised you’d only have five a day. This one is confiscated.”
Robbed of her ice cream, Neftis simply bit down on empty air with an ‘ahhh’ sound. But of course, she tasted nothing.
Her bright smile began to harden. Her lips trembled in disbelief as her large blue eyes rapidly filled with sorrow.
“My ice cream!”
Neftis erupted in vigorous protest, throwing a tantrum, though Jane remained unmoved and promptly raised her arm holding the ice cream above her head.
Crash!
Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted from a corner of the hall.
Byeol-Ya shot to her feet with a look of absolute terror.
“W-What are you doing?! Vice Chancellor! Do you have a death wish?!”
“……What?”
“Give it back right now! Don’t you see that monster getting angry?!”
Byeol-Ya stared at Neftis as though bracing to witness some horrible abomination.
‘……What is she going on about now.’
Jane sighed and pressed her palm to her forehead.
What were the odds of gathering all these fools in one place.
This was supposed to be a meeting of the world’s greatest necromancers. A small-town civic association would maintain better order than this.
Unable to help it, Jane returned the ice cream. Neftis calmed down as she ate, and Byeol-Ya sat back down, clutching her chest.
“Then, let’s continue where we left off.”
Bahil returned to his seat as if it were routine, his composure entirely unshaken by the uproar.
“I believe both perspectives have merit. The fact that the BMAT has significantly boosted student motivation and real combat ability is valid—but so is the concern that textbook content and theory are deteriorating, with the BMAT taking priority over the professors’ knowledge instruction. Yes, all of it is sound reasoning.”
Bahil shrugged his shoulders.
“Conversely, one could say that pushing forward with all five BMATs is just as extreme as abandoning the BMAT entirely. We must find middle ground through mutual compromise.”
The room fell silent at his words. Bahil held Neftis’s gaze and continued.
“Which is why I propose this measure.”
Bahil suggested integrating the 4th and 5th BMATs into a single examination.
In exchange, he presented a system where one hundred students would be eliminated, and the testing period would be extended significantly to four nights and five days.
“I’m not so sure about that.”
Jane spoke up.
“After the 5th BMAT comes the 2nd Year Advancement Exam. Consecutive major examinations like that would place tremendous strain on the students.”
Duncan, who opposed the BMAT, also ventured a cautious objection, watching Bahil’s expression.
“Wouldn’t merging the two tests only amplify the BMAT’s importance further?”
At that very moment.
Another hand rose.
“Would you permit me to speak briefly?”
He was Walter, a new Blood Magic professor who had come as Silaji’s replacement.
Jane nodded.
“Please, Professor Walter.”
“Thank you.”
Walter bowed his head respectfully, then began his explanation.
“While conducting the existing BMAT, we could simultaneously run a Practical Assessment season in parallel.”
As the professors listened to his detailed proposal, they found themselves nodding unconsciously.
“Hmm!”
“That’s not a bad idea.”
And Walter’s proposal was adopted by an overwhelming consensus of all the professors, including Bahil.
A fresh wind of change swept through Kizen.

* * *
“Let’s go!”
“You’ve packed everything, right?”
This was the last day of their dispatch to Vengeance, a place that had grown dear to them.
Simon and his team members descended the stairs from the dormitory room where they’d been staying, their luggage gathered.
“…Sniff. So you lot are heading back to Kizen now.”
Agent Blac and the Secretary waited in front of the Vengeance lobby.
Blac was sniffling, dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief.
“Why are you crying, Agent!”
Merin approached with a grin and teased him. Blac honked loudly into his handkerchief.
“Having fine kids like you come down here was a blessing. I’ll never forget this week.”
“We won’t either, Agent!”
While Blac was too choked up to speak, his Secretary sighed and explained on his behalf.
“Kizen’s attendant has prepared a Teleport Magic Circle in the front courtyard. Shall we proceed with your return to Rocksum?”
“You’ve worked hard too, Secretary!”
The Secretary shook hands lightly with Simon and Dick, and embraced Merin with cheerful laughter—the two got on so well they seemed like blood sisters.
“Secretary!”
This time, Kamibarez rushed over and threw herself into the Secretary’s arms, her eyes glistening with tears as if Blac’s sorrow had proved contagious.
The Secretary gently stroked Kamibarez’s hair.
“Surviving at Kizen matters, but don’t lose yourself in the process, will you?”
“Yes! Thank you, Secretary!”
Kamibarez broke into a soft smile.
“Please look after Sasha!”
“Of course. The Agent and I will make sure he’s well cared for.”
Blac had agreed to become Sasha’s godfather and guardian. Once his body fully recovered, they would likely see him again soon.
As they exchanged their farewells.
“Oh.”
Merin’s gaze shifted.
“Isn’t that Agent Seiwur over there?”
Seiwur, who had been trying to slip out the back door carrying office supplies like a shoplifter caught red-handed, flinched visibly.

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