Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 30

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Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Prodigy — Episode 30
Simon swallowed hard. Rena examined Kamibarez’s wounds once more before speaking in a measured tone.
“You were fighting with other students, weren’t you? If there’s a problem, it’s better to handle it while you’re still in the Student Protection Period. Worrying about it won’t solve anything…….”
“I wasn’t fighting with other students.”
He’d been attacked by Priest, who had betrayed Kizen itself, but he couldn’t speak the truth. The very existence of an organization like Kizen was a secret that could shake everything, and if things went wrong, even Rena could be put in danger.
“Then what is it?”
“There are some complicated circumstances, so I can’t tell you everything. I’m sorry.”
…….
Rena pressed her forehead with a hardened expression. Behind the curtain, she could see Simon’s silhouette bowing his head.
From long experience, she knew the truth: a wardens involvement in student affairs changed nothing.
‘Treatment first.’
She retrieved a First Aid Kit and several medicines from the drawer. She wiped away the blood with gauze and skillfully disinfected the wounds.
Sleeping Kamibarez furrowed her brow and let out a small groan. After finishing the disinfection, Rena carefully applied the Slime Medicine that would accelerate wound regeneration to prevent scarring, then attached a bandage.
Fortunately, there were no serious wounds. The most severe injury on her thigh she wrapped thoroughly with a Bandage. The sleeping Kamibarez’s expression had grown noticeably more at peace.
“Simon.”
Rena pulled back the curtain and stepped out.
“Take off your clothes.”
“……Yes, what?”
Simon’s pupils wavered. She crossed her arms with an expressionless face.
“I need to examine your wounds too. Remove your upper garments.”
“Oh. Yes!”
Simon thought to himself that he’d been startled several times today as he undressed. He removed his jacket and shirt, then rolled up his uniform pants to above the knee.
“I’ll disinfect first.”
Rena, cotton soaked in disinfectant in hand, crouched down before him.
‘Ahem.’
Now that she actually saw his bare body, she felt the blood rush to her face despite herself.
Why does the kid have such a good physique anyway.
Those abs at that age — what was that about.
‘……Ugh, how embarrassing. Get a grip, heart.’
An adult had her dignity; she couldn’t entertain such thoughts toward a barely-grown boy.
Having composed herself, she worked with professional detachment to disinfect his wounds. Throughout the process, Simon yelped and squirmed.
“Ow, it hurts so much!”
“Just bear it a moment.”
Rena gave his leg a light slap as she spoke. The kid’s complaints about pain seemed typical of his age.
After finishing the disinfection, she spread the medicine carefully across the wounds and wrapped them with bandages.
“The wounds might get infected, so you should avoid any strenuous activity for a while.”
“Thank you so much!”
Simon bowed respectfully at the waist.
A student offering a salute to a warden — Rena was taken aback and stepped away, then let out an awkward cough.
“I don’t know what happened today…… but nothing in this world is more important than your health. You can only survive Kizen if your body is whole. You understand what I’m saying, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“The girl in the back is fine too. I’ll have some trusted colleagues from the Female Dormitory quietly take her away.”
“I really can’t thank you enough! I won’t forget this kindness.”
Simon bowed once more with utmost respect.
After Simon left the Duty Office, Rena let out a sigh and sat down in her chair.
‘……Will I see that student around for much longer.’
He was a boy with a human warmth that was rarely seen in Kizen.
A strange sensation lingered with her.

* * *
“S-Simon! You’re safe!”
As Simon entered the Dormitory room, Dick, who had been anxiously pacing in place, rushed over frantically.
“What happened! What about Kamibarez?”
Simon explained the situation calmly from beginning to end.
A story about being pursued by Wardens, going deep into the forest, and losing their way.
Of course, he omitted any mention of Priest. He decided he would need to discuss this part separately with Kamibarez later.
Dick had also arrived late after shaking off the Wardens, and he said that Meilin, left alone in the Training Room, had been trembling with anger and sorrow. Of course, once he explained the circumstances of how the Wardens had appeared, she seemed to understand.
In the end, Dick had successfully obtained the materials from Rochester, so it seemed they’d be able to make the potion tomorrow.
Boom!
“Gasp, what a fright!”
The door swung open roughly, and Kazan Edvalt strode in.
He had a towel draped over his wet hair—fresh from the baths.
“Welcome back, Kazan.”
Simon greeted him with a smile.
Without answering, Kazan shed his uniform haphazardly, climbed into the upper bunk, and pulled the blanket over his head.
Within a minute, the sound of snoring filled the room.
“I really have no idea what he’s doing.”
Hector shrugged and headed for his own bed. Simon stared at Kazan’s sleeping form for a moment longer, then grabbed his blanket and made his way to bed as well.
Today had exhausted him completely.

* * *
The next morning.
Simon had told Hector to head to the Classroom first, and now he stood by the building entrance with his back against the wall, waiting.
As familiar Class A students passed by, he spotted Hector and his faction arriving. They glanced at Simon with expressions of mild surprise and murmured amongst themselves.
‘She’s late.’
Simon’s eyes drifted to the wall clock, and worry crept across his face. Class would begin soon, yet Kamibarez was nowhere to be seen.
What was going on? Was she injured too badly? Or had yesterday’s shock kept her from coming to class?
Truth be told, when Simon recalled the sight of the Priest praying in the Forbidden Forest last night, his hair still stood on end. He’d even had nightmares.
At least Simon was somewhat accustomed to the sight of prayer—his mother had been a Priest—but for Kamibarez, the psychological impact must have been far greater.
‘I’ll check the Female Dormitory after class… Huh?’
Just then, a girl with a shoulder bag walked past Simon. When their eyes met, her face—so familiar to him—broke into a bright smile.
“Oh, Simon! Good morning!”
Kamibarez came jogging toward him, her demeanor nothing like the worried state Simon had imagined.
“…Wait, let me look at you for a second, Kamibarez.”
The two of them moved to a quiet patch of ground behind the building.
“You were pretty shocked yesterday, weren’t you? You’re really okay?”
She nodded gently.
“Yes, I’m fine. It all felt like… a dream, somehow.”
“A dream?”
A pleasant night walk, the two of them together.
Gathering mushrooms side by side.
Fleeing from the Guards in panic.
Simon holding her as they leaped from the cliff.
And finally, that horrifying moment when she came face to face with the Priest.
“The dream turned into a nightmare, my memory cut short, and then I woke up… How should I describe it? It doesn’t feel quite real.”
She spoke while rubbing dust from her exposed elbows.
‘Perhaps accepting it as a dream lessened the shock.’
At least she appeared unharmed, which was a relief. Simon moved straight to the main matter.
“That Priest fled when the Guards showed up. It’s likely he didn’t get a good look at your face.”
“Oh…”
“Don’t tell anyone else about this, and just act normal. I’ll find out who the Priest is.”
“I want to help too…!”
Suddenly she stepped closer, rising onto her toes.
“I want to be of help to you, Simon!”
“W—what?”
“Just because my face wasn’t seen doesn’t mean I should be left out of this! This is something we’re both involved in!”
Taken aback by her intensity, Simon leaned his head back slightly.
“R-right. Understood. I’ll ask for your help when the time comes.”
“Yes!”
At that moment, the bell rang to signal the start of class. The two of them rushed toward the Classroom.

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The first lesson was Bahil’s Curse Magic.
Once the class began, Simon’s mind became so occupied he forgot all about what had happened in the Forbidden Forest last night. After finishing the theory, Bahil moved directly into practice.
“I noticed many of you relied heavily on the Correction Device during the last Curse Magic lesson. So today, we’ll practice with a simpler curse to build your fundamentals.”
The Transference Curse was the foundational formula of all curses—one that transferred Black Mana into a living target. Today’s goal was to manifest the Magic Circle in midair without using a Correction Device.
A soft breath escaped Simon’s lips.
He extended both palms, facing each other.
As if cradling an enormous fruit in his hands.
Now he had to channel Black Mana from both palms and trace the Magic Circle in empty space.
Simon’s deep blue Black Mana flowed out, drawing the ‘circle’—the foundational stage of the Magic Circle.
‘…This is rough from the start.’
He labored to lay down the base circle, then inscribed Rune Letters into its center.
Of course, it didn’t come out as cleanly as he’d hoped. The moment he tried to add Rune Letters, the base recoiled and wavered, and his hands trembled as if seized by palsy.
Still, Simon persevered, clumsily writing out the Rune Letters and formulas. It should have emerged clean, like a photocopy, but his Magic Circle was a writhing mess of characters twisting of their own accord.
‘Ugh.’
He decided to attempt the spell as it was. On the desk sat a plant, rigid as a raised pole.
It was a plant that grew on Black Mana, and if the Transference Curse succeeded, flower buds would bloom on its body. Simon activated the Magic Circle with desperate hope.
Boom!
Instead of activation, the Magic Circle erupted in a bang and scattered to nothing.
Simon swallowed a sigh of disappointment.
‘As I thought, it’s not easy.’
He needed to hunt down a Cyclops next week—there was no time for this. Simon gritted his teeth and spread both palms open again.
“How’s it going? Making progress?”
Just then, he felt a warm hand settle over his shoulder.
When he turned his head, Bahil was there, smiling brightly—when had he arrived? Simon tensed immediately as he answered.
“Ah, yes! I’m working hard on it…….”
“Core Operation.”
Simon’s words came to an abrupt halt.
“Your Core Operation is clumsy, so the hardness of your Black Mana suffers, and the Magic Circle construction that follows cannot be properly achieved.”
“Ah…….”
His heart raced. It was a limitation he’d been acutely aware of all along, but hearing it directly from Professor Bahil’s lips felt entirely different from merely thinking it to himself.
“There likely isn’t a proper place to learn Core Operation. It’s too fundamental for Kizen to teach, and besides, the method of operation differs from person to person.”
Bahil lifted his index finger from the hand he had resting on Simon’s shoulder.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
Then he pressed his index finger firmly into Simon’s shoulder.
Thud.
In an instant, his mind went blank, and he heard the sound of water droplets falling. The chatter of nearby students vanished as if a lie, and Simon’s body drifted into a void divorced from the classroom.
“There’s a prejudice that curses are only ever harmful. As someone in the field, it’s a shame,” Bahil said with a wry smile.
Bahil spoke with a bitter expression.
Perhaps because the surrounding noise had vanished, his voice came through with remarkable clarity.
“Professor, this is…….”
“Don’t be alarmed. I’ve merely amplified your senses using a variant of the Sensory Curse. Now then, let’s focus again.”
At Bahil’s gently reverberating voice, Simon felt his mind growing strangely calm. It didn’t seem like he was trying to do anything harmful.
“Breathe in deeply and draw the mana in the air into your body.”
Simon pulled the mana into his body as instructed. This time, Bahil placed his left hand on Simon’s shoulder as well.
“Now we’re going to try channeling mana through your Core. First, watch carefully as I do it.”
From among the mana within his body, Simon felt a single thread of mana he couldn’t control. It flowed into the Core beneath his heart.
But it didn’t simply pass through the Core. The mana rotated along the Core, undergoing a gradual, viscous transformation.
“Your Black Mana is different from ordinary people’s. Attempting to simply draw it out would only reduce efficiency.”
“Then…….”
“Circulation.”
The mana rotating within the Core naturally transformed into Black Mana and was expelled outward. It was an image reminiscent of a black sun’s corona.
“Discard the concepts of transformation, alteration, and modulation. Think of the Core as a living creature, and coax it gently, guiding it along. Wait for the Black Mana to naturally fall away to the outside.”
“Ah……!”
“Now it’s your turn.”
Simon nodded and focused on the mana within his body.
Not transformation but circulation. The image of circulation.
He repeated the words over and over in his mind, and Simon visualized them with his mana. As if responding to his will, mana flowed into his Core and began to move.
“There’s no need to strain yourself controlling the Core. Ease your mind and simply observe. Let this child do as it wishes.”
Just as Bahil said, the Core truly moved of its own power.
As the Core rotated the Black Mana, it drew in surrounding mana, and the Black Mana grew stronger bit by bit. Soon the interior of the Core was completely full, and it expelled the Black Mana outward.
‘Ah……!’
At last.
A black sun was born within Simon’s body.
“Excellent! Now shall we try reducing your senses to 50%?”
His clouded vision returned. From a state of complete detachment, the cheerful chatter of students nearby now reached his ears at a manageable level.
“Go ahead, try again.”
“Yes!”
Simon repeated the process over and over. Only when his senses and concentration were maximized did the Black Mana move perfectly, so his first attempt failed, but by the second try he grasped the feeling, and on the third attempt he succeeded.
“Black Mana has a nature of remembering.”
Bahil tapped his forehead as he spoke.
“It’s like the limbs of a human body. When you repeat the same motion hundreds, thousands of times, Black Mana will naturally recreate the flow it’s learned, without conscious thought. Remarkable, isn’t it? That’s why repetition and building correct habits are absolutely essential.”
Simon felt a surge of clarity.
Understanding settling perfectly into place in his mind.
He’d thought Bahil was merely cold and calculating, but now Simon caught glimpses of something altogether different about him.
“Well then, shall we attempt a curse as well?”
With Bahil’s voice, Simon’s senses heightened to their peak once more. Every stray thought dissolved, leaving only his body, the Black Mana flowing through it, and the plant before him in sharp focus.
“Summon your Black Mana.”
At Bahil’s instruction, Simon raised his palms to face each other. Black Mana streamed from his fingertips like living paint.
“I’m supporting you, so work without hesitation. Complete the Magic Circle however you wish.”
“Right!”
The sensation was utterly different from working alone. The Magic Circle hung in the air without trembling, its center perfectly stable, allowing Simon to channel as much Black Mana as he desired without constraint.
It was exhilarating. The stumbling uncertainty of mere minutes before seemed almost comical now—in what felt like an instant, the Magic Circle blazed to completion.
“Now, release it!”
The moment his senses returned, Simon’s eyes snapped wide open as he triggered the Magic Circle.
A shaft of Black Mana like crackling lightning flashed and shot forward, striking the plant dead center.
Boom!
Then came the spectacle.
Countless flower buds burst into bloom across the plant’s body in a violent cascade.
The flowers swiftly covered Simon’s desk and spread outward in all directions. In an instant, he found himself buried in the heart of a flower garden.
“Wow!”
“What—what is this?”
Gasps erupted from students all around the room.
“P-Professor, this is…!”
“This is precisely your potential.”
Bahil spoke softly enough for only Simon to hear.
“Make no mistake—I merely provided support to stabilize your output. In the not-distant future, you’ll accomplish this alone.”
That was the truth. The flowers had bloomed through Simon’s power alone.
“Your Black Mana is special, Simon.”
Bahil’s fingers, resting on Simon’s shoulder, twitched slightly. The blue flowers continued to grow even now, already creeping across his chest.
“Think carefully about this.”
Bahil’s expression had grown serious.
“Consider what path will best bloom your talents. And what direction you must take to harness this extraordinary Black Mana at full capacity.”

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