Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 301

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School, Episode 301
“You’re the one who’s been brooding over something you won’t share, aren’t you.”
Simon stung inwardly at that, but he’d grown skilled enough at acting now not to fall behind. He spoke with deliberate ease.
“But Kassan, you know why Magnus is chasing me.”
“I have my suspicions.”
Kassan reclined deeper into the bath as he spoke.
“He must be after the Ancient Undead you possess.”
According to Kassan, Magnus hadn’t entered as a doppelgänger modeled after his own form from the beginning.
The Ancient Undead Alaje had slipped into room 409 in the form of slime and gone into hiding. It seemed he’d been waiting to move only after Simon found definitive proof he was a Legion Commander.
But Kassan had discovered him, and after a fierce struggle, Kassan had managed to destroy Alaje once.
“As I thought!”
Simon clapped his hands together.
“So you weren’t defeated right away!”
“……That’s true. But then Alaje transformed into Magnus, and that’s when I lost. A few minutes later, you came in.”
“I understand.”
Splash.
Kassan tilted his body to recline in the bath, his arm supporting the back of his head.
“Setting aside the Magnus problem for now.”
“……Yes?”
“Is there something else troubling you.”
Kassan’s perceptiveness was as sharp as ever.
But Simon still felt cautious about Walter.
Truth be told, even Simon was uncertain.
Walter was collecting hearts.
Walter’s real name was Yuda.
And he felt like he’d heard that name somewhere before.
But since it seemed he’d heard it when he’d crossed into the Sacred Federation, he’d asked Rette to investigate it.
That was all.
In truth, his suspicions were merely circumstantial, and the only concrete thing he knew about Walter was that he was collecting hearts.
And above all else, he hadn’t even told Neftis about crossing into the Sacred Federation.
It was an extraordinarily sensitive matter that could be interpreted as treason.
So there was only one thing he could share here.
“Professor Walter has been collecting hearts.”
Simon spoke with care.
“A tremendous quantity of them.”
“I see.”
Kassan nodded.
“Is that all?”
“……Yes.”
Simon hung his head, embarrassed after saying it aloud.
“The research of necromancers is bound to be eccentric, unethical, and perilous. The professors at Kizen sometimes dabble in forbidden research, but we do turn a blind eye to some degree for the advancement of Dark Magic.”
Kassan closed his eyes as he finished that thought.
“In any case, I understand you find Professor Walter suspicious. It’s not something to report to Neftis, but if I notice anything strange about him, I’ll let you know.”
“Ah, yes! Just that would be a great help.”
This was the first time he’d confided this worry to anyone. The mere fact of it lifted Simon’s spirits considerably.
“!”
Splash.
Kassan suddenly turned his head, his expression growing grave as he peered past the wall.
“What’s wrong, Kassan?”
“Shh.”
Simon fell silent and strained to listen. Footsteps echoed from outside, followed by chattering voices.
“Isn’t it simple?”
Women’s voices.
“If there’s no hot water in the 1st Year Dormitory, we can just go to the 2nd Year Dormitory!”
“Hehe! Good thinking!”
“No one should be using it right now.”
Simon’s face drained of color.
‘This is bad.’
Here they were, stripped bare in the perfect setup for a misunderstanding.
Simon rushed toward the entrance.
“Kassan! I’ll shout to alert the women—”
Thump, thump.
Before long, Kassan had emerged from the bath and forced the bathroom window open with a sharp screech.
“Why waste time making excuses?”
Kassan pointed outside with an impassive expression.
“This is my way.”
“No, Kassan! It’s the fourth floor!”
But the women’s voices from outside were drawing steadily closer.
To make matters worse, this was a cramped bathhouse—the moment you opened the door, you were right at the tub, with nowhere to store clothes.
‘I’m going insane!’
Simon had no choice but to extend his arm.
‘Cloud!’
A blue-green mist shot forward in a blur, coiling around both their clothing baskets and yanking them clear. Kassan was already bounding out the window.
“Hm, doesn’t sound like anyone’s in here.”
“Nah, no way—”
Simon bit his lip hard.
‘I have no idea!’
The moment Simon leaped outside with both baskets cradled in his arms, he heard the bathroom door swing open.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaah!!”
An ear-splitting scream tore through the night air.
Simon, mid-fall and glancing back at the building, let out a long, heavy sigh.
In all his years, he’d never done anything stranger than fleeing naked from a fourth-floor bathhouse in the middle of the night. It was easily one of the most bizarre experiences of his life.
“You’ve got nerve, I’ll give you that.”
Kassan, who’d jumped first, quirked his lips upward. Simon landed beside him, laughing.
“Kassan, you realize you look absolutely ridiculous right now?”
“So do you.”
Then he pointed toward the ground.
“I’ll be fine, but you might get hurt.”
“I doubt it.”
Simon swung his arm back and opened a massive Subspace. Fortunately, they’d just returned from their mission to the Neutral Zone, so his Legion was still there.
“Erzsebet, come out!”
At Simon’s command, Erzsebet burst from the Subspace, her arms extending. Simon’s body was instantly swaddled in soft spider silk.
As he was pulled down, Simon descended safely to the ground.
‘…At least I didn’t get hurt.’
Trussed up tightly in web, he hung suspended just above the earth, utterly immobilized.
‘Why did she have to do it like this?’
[Ufufufufufu.]
The moment Simon heard that ominous laugh, dread crawled up his spine.
[Do you know how much I’ve been bottling up?]
From the darkness, wild animal eyes gleamed as the Spider Queen drew near.
[Locked away in Subspace the second we arrived! Punished for turning into a Kizen student! Stuck playing backup for the Legion Commander in the Neutral Zone!]
Simon’s face fell.
[And now I’m back in Kizen and it’s so nice, Commander~ I could barely hold back, and now you’re right here, naked as the day you were born!!]
Erzsebet, her rationality already evaporated, lunged forward with her tongue lolling out.
Simon exhaled deeply.
‘Summoning Erzsebet in mid-air was a mistake.’
[Give me a reward!! Pleeease!!]
Just as she spread her arms and hurled herself at Simon, a hand shot from behind, seizing her by the hair. She let out a choking sound as her head snapped back.
“Simon is still a minor, Erzsebet.”
It was Kassan.
She spun to face him, her voice sharp with irritation.
[Tch! You again?!]
Erzsebet summoned spider silk to her fingertips and lashed out, and nearby trees were cleanly severed with wet snapping sounds.
It seemed Erzsebet hadn’t yet gotten over her lingering grudge from the Saint’s Search.
Kassan bounded away in a high arc, his body now wrapped in a Black Garment of dark armor.
‘Black Garment—so Kassan can use it too!’
Erzsebet whipped out more web in seething rage, and Kassan took a defensive stance.
“Erzsebet.”
Simon sighed deeply, then spoke in a flat tone.
[Don’t.]
Boom!
Erzsebet’s body trembled, and then she sank to one knee before Simon.
[You’re too much! How could you use Absolute Command on me!]
“Words weren’t cutting through to you. Get a grip, Erzsebet.”
The spider web binding Simon dissolved naturally.
‘God, I’m freezing.’
The world around him was pitch black night. The night wind made Simon’s teeth chatter.
Kassan spoke.
“Let’s head back to the dormitory.”
“Yes.”
He sent Erzsebet back into the Subspace and threw on his clothes haphazardly. After that, Simon and Kassan sprinted toward the dormitory.
“Haha!”
As they ran, the sheer absurdity of it all struck him, and laughter bubbled up of its own accord.
“Hm, something funny?”
“No, it’s just… I realized we’re back at Kizen, back to all the chaos!”
Tomorrow would bring a whole new schedule.
Simon surged forward with anticipation, pushing himself to run even faster.

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And the next day.
Kizen students laden with stories to tell were donning their school uniforms and heading to campus for the first time in ages.
“Everyone made it back alive!”
“Anyone here meet a Priest?”
“Where were you stationed?”
Chatter filled the air from all directions. Simon and Dick had also risen early and were walking across the Campus Grounds.
“An assembly in the Grand Hall on the very first day back…….”
Dick mumbled through a bite of toast while checking the schedule.
Simon asked, “But why the assembly? Are they going to brief us on the fourth BMAT?”
“No way! Information about BMAT is something students are supposed to uncover themselves. If they’re calling an assembly like this—”
Dick folded his arms as he continued.
“It seems like they’re going to talk about some change in the rules.”
“A change?”
“Heh! Actually, I picked this up from a pretty credible source—apparently the professors are seriously unhappy with BMAT. I’d bet there’s some kind of schedule adjustment coming.”
“That’s quite an interesting rumor.”
The two students stopped in their tracks, startled. Other students continued buzzing around them.
“Care to continue your speculation?”
Bahil had appeared before them without warning.
“Professor Bahil!”
His arrival was unexpected. Simon brightened and bowed respectfully, while Dick’s lips curved into a sly smile.
“What perfect timing to jump in! Awfully convenient, isn’t it? You weren’t waiting here for us, were you? Just dying to catch a glimpse of the future ace of Curse Magic—me?”
Bahil gazed at Dick’s glib tongue in silence, his thoughts dark.
‘I’d love to curse that flapping mouth of his.’
If he weren’t Simon’s friend, Dick would’ve been a corpse floating in the Sea by now.
Bahil turned his gaze to Simon.
“I heard you performed impressively during this dispatch evaluation. You worked for Vengeance in the Neutral Zone, didn’t you?”
Simon scratched his head sheepishly.
“Yes. But it wasn’t really that impressive. I even made a mistake halfway through.”
“Oh, come on—stop being so falsely modest! We basically tore through the entire Neutral Zone, you know! Fighting those Efnel kids and all! We weakened the Federation’s control over the zone! We wiped out the gangs…….”
Bahil wore a smile, but his lips twitched like they were under strain.
Shut your mouth.
He wanted to talk to Simon about curses.
“Simon, I was wondering…….”
“Oh, who do we have here? Hahaha!”
Someone else suddenly cut in.
Bahil’s eyes flashed as he turned, and a figure swept through the crowd with casual confidence.
“Professor Byeol-Ya!”
Simon’s face lit up once more.
“Ah, you brats! Have a good trip? Did you miss your big sister?”
As Bahil watched Byeol-Ya, who didn’t spare a glance for anyone else’s presence, a vein in his temple twitched ever so slightly.

“Professor Byeol-Ya! I used what you taught me during the dispatch—Venom Swamp!”
“Well done! Dark Magic only improves when you find the courage to use it in real combat. Keep pushing yourself!”
Watching Dick and Byeol-Ya laugh openly, Bahil’s expression grew steadily darker.
He could eliminate them both right here, right now.
Bahil’s hand moved behind his back. A Black Magic Circle unfurled, and a curse began to take shape.
“……You two.”
Just then.
“What are you doing here with the students?”
Neither had sensed the faintest presence. Byeol-Ya and Bahil both froze, turning around.

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