Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 311

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The Summoning Genius at Necromancer School — Episode 311
The next morning.
Simon rose several hours earlier than usual and was walking across the Campus Grounds.
He planned to meet with Parahan, the Holy Defense Studies professor, to discuss his familiar before attending his morning classes.
‘I wonder how stunned the professor will be when he sees Akalion.’
Anticipation stirred in his chest.
Simon opened his chest and drew in a deep breath. The dawn air was crisp and clean.
But then.
—Caw! Caw!
An unusually loud crow’s cry echoed along the empty pre-dawn path.
—Meyowww!
—Mrow!
A cat’s wail followed in turn.
‘What’s going on?’
Simon headed toward the sound and found a crow and several kittens squabbling over a sausage that had fallen to the ground.
‘Kami’s kittens?’
Looking more closely, they were indeed the small kittens that Kamibarez kept. So tiny they looked like they might be swept away by a wing-flap, yet they stood together against the crow with impressive courage.
Eventually, the crow decided it wasn’t worth the effort and spread its wings in retreat.
—Meyowww!
The kittens let out a triumphant cry.
But just as they were about to claim their prize—the coveted sausage—
—!
They spotted Simon.
Abandoning their meal, the white and black bundles came scampering toward him in a flurry, meowing and clinging to his shoes, kneading against his legs and demanding to be held.
“What are you two doing here?”
Kamibarez had surely named them Whitey and Blackie.
Simon knelt down, lavishing affection on them, then scooped them both up in his hands and cradled them against his chest. The kittens surrendered willingly, settling into a comfortable position.
“Let’s get you back to the Female Dormitory.”
This place was nothing but necromancers, and the school had undead creatures roaming the grounds at will. It was far too dangerous for a kitten to wander about.
Since he was heading that direction anyway, he could deliver them safely. Simon walked forward with a light heart, charmed by the kittens’ affection.
“Whitey!”
This time a familiar voice called out.
Kamibarez, dressed in pajamas, was trotting along, searching for her kittens with an anxious gait.
“Kami!”
“Oh, Simon~!”
Upon spotting him, Kamibarez’s face lit up with a bright smile and she came hurrying over in quick, eager steps.
She stopped, wings fluttering gently at her sides, and caught sight of the kittens cradled in Simon’s arms.
“Whitey! Blackie! Where have you been!”
Simon handed the kittens over into Kamibarez’s embrace.
“They were fighting with some crows. No injuries though.”
“Thank goodness!”
Kamibarez took the kittens deftly and held them close. They began to purr contentedly.
“Lately they’ve been getting smarter, and it worries me. They keep finding ways to slip out of their pen.”
Simon listened to her while studying the kittens intently.
“But these two haven’t grown much at all.”
Ordinarily kittens grew by leaps and bounds, yet these seemed barely larger than when she’d first found them a few months ago.
“Have you checked whether they’re monsters?”
“Yes! I had someone come and examine them, and it’s…”
She shook her head.
“Even the researchers who specialize in monsters said they’d never seen offspring like these before.”
“Hmm.”
Simon extended his finger and examined the kittens’ foreheads. They, thinking he was playing, happily swatted at his finger with their front paws.
“Wait a moment.”
As he gently touched their foreheads with his finger, he felt something pointed. By any measure, these were not ordinary cats.
“That’s why I’ve been so troubled lately.”
Kamibarez hung her head.
“The warehouse keeper says he’s reaching his limit and that we should rehome them soon.”
“We agreed to keep them for two months regardless, monster or not.”
“I know—I’d love to keep them in my dorm room if I could, but school regulations won’t allow it. So lately I’ve been searching for someone who might become their permanent owner. I was thinking of visiting Professor Hong Peng this weekend!”
Simon smiled.
“Then let’s all go together and ask him.”
“Really? Thank you, Simon!”
It was time for the cats to return to their meal. Sensing the moment of parting, they squirmed in Simon’s arms, struggling to stay.
—Meow! Meeeow!
“Now, now, don’t be difficult. Simon is busy, you know.”
Kamibarez tightened her grip, cradling the cats snugly against her chest.
“They really do love you, don’t they?”
“They do.”
Simon scratched the side of his head. Though their forlorn eyes tugged at his heart, there was nothing to be done.
“Then I’ll see you in class later.”
Kamibarez answered with a gentle, eye-crinkling smile.
“Yes, Simon! See you in class!”
—Meow! Meow!
With that, Simon parted from Kamibarez and the cats, heading for Parahan’s laboratory.
He’d lost a little time, so he summoned the Dark Element to run swiftly, reaching his destination in no time. He straightened his clothes and rapped lightly on the door with his knuckles.
Knock, knock.
“Professor, it’s Simon.”
“Come in.”
Simon carefully opened the laboratory door and stepped inside.
An elderly man in white robes stood gazing out the window, hands clasped behind his back, a conductor’s baton held in his grip. Long curtains swayed gently in the breeze.
“Did the dispatch evaluation go well?”
Wise jade-colored eyes turned to regard Simon.
“Yes, Professor!”
Simon answered with a bright smile.
“What will you have to drink?”
“Anything is fine.”
Parahan snapped his fingers, and the window clicked shut with the curtains drawing closed, darkening the room as Holy Magic Circles flared to life across the walls.
It was a barrier-type White Magic spell that sealed off external access and eavesdropping.
“Sit down for a moment.”
“Yes.”
Simon settled into a chair comfortably.
When he’d first been summoned here after Parahan discovered his Holy Power, he’d been frightened, but now this place had become somewhere his heart could rest at ease.
“Professor, you seem to be in good spirits.”
“Ah, you caught that?”
Parahan burst into a hearty laugh, stroking his long beard.
“I’ve actually arranged a house outside the Kizen Campus Grounds. Built it small on a gentle hill.”
“Oh, congratulations!”
Parahan set an antique porcelain cup on the table.
“I once received an invitation to Hong Peng’s hermitage. I couldn’t help but envy it, so I requested to secure quarters outside campus. Of course, headquarters rejected it outright for security reasons.”
“I see…”
Trickle, trickle.
Warm tea steamed from the kettle, filling the cup to the brim. The fragrant aroma of tea suffused the air.
“But from this dispatch evaluation, it seems the students had good things to say about me.”
Parahan continued, holding his cup.
“Apparently my lessons proved helpful when they fought the Priests.”
“That’s right! My lessons were a great help this time too when I fought the students from Efnel!”
“That’s quite an honor. Because the students spoke well of me, the Kizen headquarters approved outdoor housing.”
Kizen truly lived by merit alone.
It was only natural that both students and professors reaped greater benefits the more they proved their abilities.
Seeing Parahan gain recognition from both his students and the higher-ups, Simon felt his own spirits lift as well.
“I believe one day more people will come to understand your true heart, Professor.”
Parahan burst into another hearty laugh.
“I’m grateful. I wonder what good deed this old man performed to enjoy such luxuries in his twilight years, and to have such a fine student.”
Simon lowered his head in embarrassment. A smile—childlike rather than that of an old man—played at Parahan’s lips.
“Shall we go visit the house? I haven’t shown it to anyone yet.”
“I’d love to!”
Just as the two rose from their seats, Parahan’s eyes grew sharp.
“Something’s been detected at the barrier.”
“Pardon?”
Parahan flourished his conductor’s baton, and the curtains swept open as the window flew wide, the Holy Barrier dissipating.
Parahan and Simon stepped outside the building.
“Oh!”
-Mew-ooow!
Outside the window, a litter of kittens mewled and thrashed against a Holy Magic Circle.
Simon exclaimed in surprise.
“Whitey and Blackie!”
“You know them?”
“Yes, I’m sorry. They must have followed me all the way here.”
He could have sworn Kamibarez had taken them away, yet somehow they’d escaped again.
Simon moved forward to free the kittens.
“Wait just a moment!”
An exclamation tore from Parahan’s lips. His gaze fixed on the kittens licking and pawing at the Holy Magic Circle.
“Aren’t these familiars?”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“Familiars?!”

* * *
Simon entered Parahan’s new home.
A modest cottage nestled on a wooded hillside looked like a watercolor painting come to life.
Simon let out an admiring breath.
“You built this house in such a short time?”
“Built is not quite the word—I relocated it with magic, you might say.”
In the yard, the kittens tangled and played with Akalion, who resembled a small, cuddly bear toy.
The combative kittens, who fought crows as equals, thrust their paws forward in relentless strikes, while Akalion soon succumbed and flopped over. It was so adorable that one couldn’t help but smile just watching.
“Truly remarkable—that a Priest’s familiar should choose to follow you.”
On the way, Simon had explained the situation regarding Akalion to Parahan. Now Simon scratched his head.
“I do feel rather sorry about it.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for. A familiar choosing its master is something no one can prevent. Even if you had abandoned Akalion and returned, it would never have gone back to that Efnel student.”
Parahan explained that a familiar choosing its master was itself a rare occurrence. This was why the studies of familiars taught methods for leading and raising them even without being chosen as a master.
-Whine! Whiiine!
The bear-like Akalion cowered behind Simon’s legs, unable to match the kittens’ assault.
The kittens pursued playfully, scampering after it.
“Enough now, that’s enough. You must all get along.”
Simon lifted Akalion into his arms and cradled it. The kittens mewled and tried to scramble up onto Simon’s legs.
“Truly rare children.”
Parahan stroked the kittens’ heads as he spoke. They playfully nipped at his fingers in protest.
“Even the Dark Alliance has seen familiars born only rarely. But to think one was born in Rocksum of all places.”
“But are they really familiars? I don’t sense any holiness at all. And they got along perfectly fine with Kami, even though she’s a Necromancer.”
“Familiars can be classified into two categories.”
The Complete Form—those that exist fully formed from birth, radiating holiness.
The Transformation Form—creatures that appear merely as animals or monsters at first glance, but change shape when infused with holy power.
Rette’s young dragon, “Lan,” was a Complete Form, while Simon’s Akalion exemplified the Transformation Form.
“I would suspect the Complete Forms have died out in the Dark Alliance. Any being that radiates holiness from birth would be slain on sight by Necromancers and natural-born Undead.”
“That… that makes sense.”
“In Alliance territory, the Transformation Form would be far more advantageous for survival. These kittens showing no aversion to the Dark Element, unable to manifest holiness without transformation—it’s the result of evolution.”
Simon gazed at the kittens with a serious expression.
“Then… if I were to infuse these kittens with holiness…”
“Yes. They would awaken as true familiars and gain awareness of themselves.”
Simon swallowed hard. He could only wonder how these tiny kittens might transform.
Then Parahan stroked his beard and spoke.
“You said that girl Kamibarez was searching for the kittens’ owner?”
“Yes.”
“These familiars won’t last long in the wild—they’d perish. You should become their master. Since students cannot keep cats in the Dormitory, I’ll care for them in the meantime.”
Simon’s eyes sparkled.
“Would you really do that for me?”
“Of course!”
It was perfect. There was no safer place to entrust the familiars than to a Professor of Holy Defense Studies.
“Then why don’t you infuse them with holiness and transform them into their true familiar forms?”
“Yes, I’ll try.”
Simon nodded, then slowly crouched down. He placed his hand on the head of “Whitey,” the kitten clinging to his leg.
‘Why, why am I the one getting nervous?’
Between her palms, she felt the sharp prick of his horns.
Yet the white cat, who couldn’t sit still for even a moment and was always thrashing about, was now sitting quietly as a statue.
He only gazed up at Simon with round eyes, as though expecting something.
“I’m starting now.”
Simon took a light, deep breath, then channeled his Holy Power into the cat.

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