Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 32

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The Summoning Prodigy at Necromancer School: Episode 32
Simon found himself attending Aaron’s Summoning Magic class for the first time in a while.
Today’s lesson was on Restoration—a practical exercise where they would dismantle the Ireland Ratman Skeleton they’d assembled last session and reconstruct it from scratch.
“The skeleton’s greatest advantage is its capacity for Restoration.”
Aaron, who had come to class in his usual state of disheveled hair and ill-fitting shorts, raised a finger.
Whoosh!
Crack!
Bones scattered across the lecture hall surged through the air at incredible speed, gathering in the emptiness above.
Within seconds, the skeleton assembled itself mid-air, touched down gracefully, and even offered a courteous bow—prompting cheers and applause from every corner of the room.
“The principle behind Restoration is simple. Even when a skeleton’s body is shattered by violent impact and its bones scatter, Dark Essence lingers within each piece.”
Aaron extracted one of the skeleton’s bones with his hand.
“Activate that Dark Essence, maximize the Attractive Force Property that draws it back to its original form, and the reconstruction happens of its own accord.”
He released his grip, and the bone flew back, snapping into place like metal drawn to a magnet.
“Now, let’s begin practice.”
Since today’s lesson covered Restoration, Simon had inadvertently come prepared.
While the other students practiced reconstructing individual components—torsos, arms, legs—Simon succeeded in restoring the entire skeleton in a single, seamless effort.
Even Maylin, and Hector too, struggled with the technique.
Skeleton Restoration was the realm of pure talent, something no amount of mere practice could perfect. Among Class A, Simon stood alone in his mastery.
So, for once, Simon actually had a moment of leisure instead of scrambling to keep pace. He spent the remainder of the class reviewing their instructors’ restorations and sketching notes in the textbook.
“Hey, are you really allowed to just goof off like that?”
Maylin grumbled, irritation plain in her voice.
Instead of answering, Simon swept his hand through the air once. The scattered bones across the desk snapped into alignment with crisp, precise clicks, assembling the skeleton’s torso flawlessly.
“…Well, I suppose you’re competent.”
Maylin fell silent, as if she’d swallowed her words whole. Dik, sitting behind her, snickered with ill-concealed glee until a teaching assistant’s stern glance quieted him.
“D-don’t you dare think you’re special just because you’re good at Restoration!”
Maylin spoke with smoldering determination. She was the type who needed to be first in every class; anything less left her unsatisfied.
“You promised me that if I don’t surpass my Summoning Magic score next month, you’d leave Keizen, didn’t you? Don’t think that being in the same group means I’ll take it easy…!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll definitely beat your score.”
Simon replied, resting his chin in his hand as he flipped through the textbook.
She trembled with indignation and clenched her fists, but there was simply no ground on which to challenge him—not after his flawless performance in today’s Restoration lesson.
“Ugh, if I’d only solved problem twenty, my Summoning Magic score would’ve been in the nineties…”
Simon lifted his head at the sound of her murmur.
“Problem twenty in Summoning Magic? The one on the very last page?”
“Yeah.”
“That one seemed easy.”
Her brow narrowed.
“…Excuse me? Since when do you act so full of yourself? Are you actually better at Summoning Magic than I am?”
“No.”
“Then how did you solve problem twenty? Using a formula?”
“I don’t know about any formula.”
That made no sense whatsoever.
Problem twenty required applying the Theron Formula. Maylin had gone directly to Aaron to get the solution worked through.
Yet somehow Simon, who hadn’t done any preliminary study, had solved it without even knowing the Theron Formula?
“What answer did you get?”
“One million, two hundred thousand, one hundred and forty-six.”
Maylin’s eyes widened dramatically. The correct answer was one million, two hundred thousand—so he was essentially right.
“Explain yourself! How on earth did you work that out?!”
“I just combined as many of the formulas we’ve learned here at Keizen as I could. Hmm, I’m not actually sure which problem that was anymore, so I can’t walk you through the steps.”
She bit her lip hard. She made a mental note to get a copy of that problem later and solve it again from scratch.
Once Maylin had fallen quiet, Simon’s attention drifted back to his textbook.
Summoning Magic never ceased to fascinate him. Just skimming ahead at the new Undead types and Dark Magic techniques they’d eventually cover set his heart racing with anticipation.
‘I really want to make a Golem as soon as possible. If I can just buy materials in Rochester, couldn’t I teach myself?’
“Simon.”
An unexpected voice cut sharply into his ear, and Simon flinched, spinning around in alarm.
“What are you doing right now?”
Aaron stood over him, his eyes cold and forbidding.
The blood drained from Simon’s face.
He’d been caught slacking off! With the textbook open to an entirely different page than the rest of the class, there was no excuse, no plausible denial.
“Well?”
Aaron’s voice turned glacial. He looked genuinely angry, so Simon decided honesty was his best course.
“I finished the Restoration successfully and was just reviewing the next lesson.”
“…….”
Of course Aaron knew it too.
Simon was the only student in this class who’d managed a complete Restoration in the ten-second range on his first attempt.
But despite that achievement, Aaron’s expression looked remarkably grim.
“Stay in the Lecture Hall after class.”
Aaron spoke those words and turned to leave, his back to Simon. A deep chill crawled over Simon’s skin.
“S-Simon…… you didn’t really mess up, did you?”
Dick muttered with a stiffened face. Maylin pinched her lips and folded her arms across her chest.
“I told you so? That playing around wouldn’t fly.”
Even as she said it, concern flickered across her features, and she kept stealing glances at Simon.
Of course, Simon heard none of his friends’ voices.

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Summoning Magic class ended.
It was time to eat dinner, return to the Dormitory, and call it a day—but Simon had to remain in the Lecture Hall.
Aaron approached him through the empty classroom, hands thrust into his pockets, and Simon braced himself for what might come.
“Follow me.”
The two of them left the classroom. Simon kept his head down, walking in Aaron’s wake.
‘…… I should’ve just kept practicing Restoration.’
Aaron said nothing.
It was clearly Simon’s fault, and he could accept any rebuke—but Aaron treated him as if he were invisible. That silence cut deeper than words ever could.
They passed through the building and entered an empty Open Field, a wide expanse ringed by trees where no one else lingered.
“There are certain things I cannot tolerate.”
Aaron pulled a worn cigar from his pocket and placed it between his lips. He snapped his fingers with a sharp click, and sparks flew as the cigar caught fire.
Drawing a long breath of smoke, Aaron’s eyes hardened with gravity.
Simon felt himself shrink further, his head bowing lower.
“A student with potential who still learns nothing in my class.”
“……Pardon?”
“Summon a Skeleton.”
What does that mean?
Confused, Simon obeyed nonetheless, drawing a Skeleton from his Subspace.
“Now restore it in front of me.”
Aaron snapped the fingers of his free hand—the one not holding the cigar—and the Skeleton flew apart with a sound like breaking glass.
The connection snapped, and Simon staggered with a dull throb in his skull, but he extended his right arm reflexively.
‘Restoration!’
The bones rushed toward the skull lying on the ground like iron to a magnet, reassembling at lightning speed into a complete Skeleton.
“…… Right. I’ll grant you this—in Restoration, you are without peer. So now I’ll teach you the advanced techniques that follow.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“Wait—you weren’t going to scold me?”
“This is supplementary instruction.”
Aaron held the cigar between his fingers as he spoke.
“In case you misunderstand my meaning: providing advanced lessons to students who surpass the standard curriculum is also part of a professor’s duty.”
Simon’s eyes glistened with emotion.
“……Professor Aaron!”
“Get into position. Don’t make me miss my off-hours.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
Simon’s face lit with unbridled brightness, and he sharpened his focus. Aaron then withdrew a Skeleton from his own Subspace.
‘Wow.’
It was far larger and more intricately crafted than Simon’s.
The bones were black, the number and precision of them incomparable to an Ireland Ratman—far greater and far more refined. A Red Cloak draped its shoulders, and it bore countless weapons and equipment across its frame.
“This Skeleton was crafted from Demon bones.”
“That’s incredible!”
An elegant blade. Ornate armor. A beautiful steed.
Though Simon was typically unmoved by material wealth, he felt an overwhelming possessiveness toward this Skeleton.
“I’ll show you only once, so watch carefully.”
Aaron flicked his fingers and the Skeleton crumbled. Then he raised his arm, pointing toward a nearby tree.
Rustle—rustle!
The bones scattered haphazardly across the ground began to quiver, then shot skyward like arrows loosed from a bow.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
Hundreds of bones pierced through the tree like skewers.
“An attack technique using Restoration. Bone Piercing.”
A squirrel nearby, startled mid-bite of a fruit, scurried away. Aaron’s thin arm flicked out, pointing toward it.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Bones flew like shards of light, weaving an airtight cage around the squirrel.
“A binding technique using Restoration. Bone Prison.”
As Aaron raised his index finger, the cage shot upward and scattered, and the squirrel bolted to freedom in the gap.
“One last thing.”
Aaron clenched his fist.
The scattered bones of the Skeleton suddenly rocketed toward Aaron’s body like arrows.
Snap!
Click!
Aaron’s body became encased in bone. It was like watching him slip into a suit made entirely of skeletal remains.
Empty joints locked into place with precision, the gaps between bones filled with Dark Essence that flowed like thread, a Red Cloak settling across his shoulders, and finally the Skeleton’s skull descended like a helmet upon his head.
“A defense technique using Restoration. Bone Armor.”
“Wow……!”
Simon trembled with a delicious chill running down his spine. Aaron clad in the Skeleton was genuinely dazzling to behold.
‘That’s incredible!’
Aaron extended his right arm. The armor then peeled away like a living garment, and the Skeleton returned to its original form, kneeling on one knee.
“A Skeleton can become a weapon, a prison, or armor—all depending on the Necromancer’s skill. These are all applications of Restoration through Dark Magic. Do you follow?”
Simon nodded furiously.
“Of course, these Restoration techniques normally aren’t taught until second year, but…… your talent for Restoration is exceptional. I’ll teach you a modified version you can actually use.”
“Th-thank you so much!”
“For now, Bone Piercing is about the only technique you could manage to imitate. Get ready.”
Aaron had Simon attempt Restoration once more, then analyzed the result.
“You’re deploying Restoration from the skull as your center point.”
“Yes.”
“Starting right now, break that habit. The key is guiding the Skeleton in your desired direction. Let me give you a tip.”
Having trained his will with Pier’s help before, Simon grasped Aaron’s explanation immediately.
‘Gather before me!’
After several trials and errors, the scattered bones of the Skeleton converged toward Simon. True, the speed of the follow-up bones was determined by how fast the skull—the Skeleton’s core—traveled, but simply achieving long-range Restoration was already a major breakthrough.
“Restoration and Bone Piercing are entirely different things. Think of it as merely applying your Restoration ability, not the same technique at all.”
“When calling the bones together, develop the habit of tilting them sideways. That way, the sharp edges will dig into your enemy’s flesh.”
“If you concentrate the Dark Essence lingering on the bone in one direction, you can make it like a sharp blade. For bones without piercing points, just aim to attach them to the target’s body. That alone will give your opponent significant binding effect.”
Simon absorbed Aaron’s teachings like a sponge. They moved straight into practical training.
Crack-snap-snap-snap-snap-snap!
Skeleton bones stuck fast to a nearby bamboo stalk. The sharp parts bit into the wood’s surface, while the other bones clung like magnets.
‘Restoration!’
With Simon’s fist clenched, the bones squeezed the bamboo with ever-increasing force.
And finally.
Crack!
The bamboo snapped clean in two.
“Yes!”
Simon pumped both fists and let out a triumphant shout.
In just a few hours, he had mastered an entirely new technique.
‘Oh, I’m so happy!’
A monumental sense of accomplishment rippled through his entire body.
This was truly an addictive sensation, like a drug.

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