Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 33

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Prodigy — Episode 33
“Well done.”
Aaron nodded as he watched the bamboo splinter and crash to the ground.
“For now you’re still just throttling with bone, but the fact that you can repurpose a destroyed Skeleton as a weapon—that’s an entirely new tool in your arsenal. Keep training so you can use it in real combat.”
“Thank you, Professor!”
Simon bowed deeply, his face flushed with joy. Aaron tapped the ash from the cigar between his fingers and spoke.
“I hear Professor Jane put Cyclops hunting into the Practical Assessment?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Are you the one going?”
Simon shook his head.
“A student from my group—Maylin—is the one going on the expedition.”
“Wise choice.”
Aaron drew a long breath from his cigar and continued.
“Focusing on supporting your teammates is important work too. You’ll learn a great deal.”
“Yes!”
“And.”
Aaron flicked the spent cigar into a nearby trash bin and turned to leave.
“This was just extra instruction. Nothing more, nothing less.”
With only those words, he departed. Simon bowed once more in gratitude.

* * *
After Aaron’s tutoring ended, Simon made his way to the Practice Room where he’d arranged to meet his Group 7 members.
They’d already started the mixture—the contents of the cauldron roiled and bubbled.
Three figures who had been sitting around the cauldron each in their own fashion leaped up the moment they spotted Simon.
“Simon!”
“What happened?”
They rushed toward him all at once. Simon answered with a smile.
“It was nothing special—”
“Did you get hit? You got hit, didn’t you? I knew it—!”
“But we’re still in the Student Protection Period! Corporal punishment is too much!”
“I heard Kyzen’s punishments are brutal. They tie students to chains, strip them bare, then use a long whip—”
Sweat beaded on Simon’s forehead.
‘What on earth are they talking about?’
“He just gave me extra instruction.”
“What?”
All three pairs of eyes fixed on him.
“Professor Aaron tutored you? That can’t be right!”
Maylin shook her head in disbelief.
“Maybe you took a serious blow to the head from the whip.”
Dick pressed his chin thoughtfully.
“Simon, are you really okay?”
Kamibarez clasped her hands together, her eyes glistening with concern.
“…”
Since explaining seemed futile, Simon simply walked past all three of them toward the cauldron.
“How’s the Potion coming?”
“Perfectly! And who made it, you ask?”
Maylin’s confident expression snapped back into place as she wagged her index finger.
“Water volume, ingredient measurements, boiling time, and skimming impurities—flawless! Just twenty more minutes on low heat and we’re done.”
“Good work.”
“Hmph! Now you all see? You just follow my lead and trust me!”
Dick settled into his chair and drummed his legs rhythmically.
“Man, standing in this ‘posture’ made my legs stiff. Maybe I should ‘massage’ them a bit.”
“Hey!”
As Maylin and Dick bickered noisily, Simon and Kamibarez conversed peacefully about the Potion.
Maylin, having disciplined Dick with the edge of her textbook, looked at the two of them with an odd expression.
“Hmm—you two seem to have gotten closer?”
“Have we?”
Simon brushed it off without concern, but Kamibarez’s ears had turned bright red.
“Come on, spill. Aside from being chased by the Subspace Guardian—what happened between you two that night?”
Dick, who had been knocked flat and lying on the floor, suddenly lifted his head.
“As expected—all they see is what suits their eyes…… Ugh!”
Maylin hurled her textbook as if she’d been waiting for the chance. Dick yelped and tumbled across the floor.
“Commoners are all so vulgar anyway.”
“……That kind of prejudice isn’t becoming, Maylin.”
Maylin turned her head again, regarding the two of them.
“So, aren’t you going to tell us what happened?”
Kamibarez glanced sideways at Simon’s expression, and Simon answered without a change of face.
“Nothing much. We just got lost in the forest and it took longer than expected.”
“That so?”
Maylin noticed the bandages and wrappings scattered across Simon and Kamibarez’s bodies and sighed.
“Fine.”
Fortunately, Maylin didn’t press further. That was when Dick approached with an empty bottle.
“The Potion’s finished brewing. Time to bottle it up!”
Dick turned the handle connected to the cauldron, tilting it carefully before holding the bottle to its lip and pouring the liquid inside. Everyone watched in silence.
“We all worked so hard to make it—I really hope it works!”
Kamibarez spoke up. Dick handed one full bottle to Maylin.
“Curious if it works? Then let’s have our esteemed group leader take a taste test on behalf of us all!”
“……You really want to get beaten to death for that mouth, don’t you?”
The moment Maylin narrowed her eyes, Dick quickly bowed his head and got back to work.
“Ugh, if this were outside Kyzen instead of school, I’d have you arrested for insulting nobility.”
“Insult crime? I’m too dumb to understand what you’re saying anyway.”
“You two, stop fighting!”
As they chattered back and forth like this, once all the Potion was bottled, they ended up with five bottles total.
Maylin kept three in her Subspace, and Simon stored the remaining two in his.
“Now we have something to present in the next Beginner Black Magic class.”
“While we’re at it, let’s figure out what to say for Professor Jane’s class tomorrow before we leave!”
“Sounds good!”
The four of them tidied up their workspace and hurried off to find an empty Lecture Hall.

* * *
The Priest incident faded from Simon’s mind so completely that school life at Kyzen blurred past in a whirlwind. In the second Beginner Black Magic class, each group presented their strategy in front of Jane.
“One Main Dealer, one Summoner, two Curse Mages.”
Jane looked up from Group 7’s materials. Simon and his teammates stood before her with tense expressions.
“Your group members have different specialties, yet your role composition isn’t particularly diverse.”
Here it comes.
Maylin placed a hand over her heart, her voice brimming with confidence.
“Of course, it would be ideal if our roles were more clearly differentiated, but we prioritized swiftly and efficiently defeating the Cyclops, so we structured it this way.”
“So this position is optimal, then.”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
Jane turned her head.
“What do you think, Simon Polentia?”
‘Ugh.’
Suddenly calling on him like that.
Simon fell silent, thinking hard. He could roughly guess what Jane wanted to hear. But.
“We acknowledge that our group lacks creativity in the Black Magic combination section.”
Besides, they were in the Student Protection Period.
This presentation wasn’t meant to score their strategies—it was meant to correct them.
If that was the case, maintaining team cohesion and morale mattered more than wavering at the professor’s opinion.
“I believe nothing is more important than safety. We’ll hunt the Cyclops more stably than any other group, and we’ll make up for the creativity deficit by scoring high in areas where we have an edge.”
Maylin silently cheered inside, clenching her fist tight. Jane laughed lightly and nodded.
“If you’re that committed, then very well.”
Her gaze shifted.
“Kamibarez Ursula.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Kamibarez answered with visible tension.
“A prospective Bloodline Mage who should bear the brunt of attack, yielding that role to a prospective Curse Mage and taking Curse support instead—I’d like to hear your thoughts on that.”
……That’s sharp.
Simon wondered if such a pointed question was fair to ask of timid Kamibarez.
When he glanced sideways at her, her pupils were visibly trembling as expected.
‘Kamibarez, you really need to answer this well.’
If I answered by implying that I’d yielded the spot because Maylin was more talented, it would be grounds for disqualification from Kyzen.
Even if that were the truth, I could never say such a thing in front of Jane.
Kamibarez’s eyes flicked toward Simon. The desperate light in them seemed to ask silently, ‘What do I do?’
I couldn’t answer her with the professor standing right there.
There was no time to spell out the solution.
But this much, at least.
Simon shaped the words with his lips and mouthed something to her.
‘Cyclops.’
That was it.
Her eyes widened. A moment later, she turned back to look at Jane.
“It’s—it’s because of the special characteristics of the Cyclops that our group is facing!”
That’s right! Simon’s hands clenched into fists.
“What do you mean by that?”
“The—the Cyclops’s tough, hardened skin is difficult to penetrate with Bloodline Magic. We determined that Maylin’s Dark Flare, which can incinerate it alive, would be more suitable for taking down the Cyclops, so we made this decision!”
Maylin and Dick, who had been watching anxiously, both brightened at once.
“I see.”
Jane rested her chin in her palm, a cryptic smile playing at her lips.
“And if a different monster appears instead of the Cyclops?”
“Th—th—then…!”
Her hands trembled with tension.
Kamibarez had a timid nature, but in moments like these, she had to overcome herself. Her eyes squeezed shut as she cried out.
“Then I’ll be the Main Dealer-!”
The force of her voice on ‘be the Main Dealer!’ was surprisingly loud. There was even a slight crack in her tone at the end.
When the usually quiet girl let out that shout, the teaching assistants around them blinked in surprise.
“I’ll remember that statement.”
Jane smiled faintly.
More satisfied than she’d seemed with either Maylin’s or Simon’s answers.
In a way, it was the best possible outcome.
‘Well done, Kamibarez!’
She couldn’t bear the embarrassment and covered her face with both hands. Simon found himself thinking she was a girl you couldn’t help but like.
“Finally, Dick Hayward.”
At Jane’s call, Dick, who had been standing at the end of the line, answered energetically.
“Yes, Professor.”
Dick’s body tensed.
He’d spent all last night preparing three hundred different question patterns and answers for each. He was confident he could respond fluently to anything—
“Don’t chat with the person next to you during class.”
“…Pardon?”
“That’s all.”
She tapped the stack of papers and handed it to an assistant.
“No need to ask questions that overlap with Kamibarez’s answers. Group 7, good work. Next, Group 8, please come forward.”
The tense presentation was over in an instant.
Group 7 filed out of the Lecture Hall under the assistant’s guidance.
Only the necessary group was waiting outside at the right time to enter, and once a group’s presentation was done, they had free time. It was freedom in true Kyzen fashion.
And then.
“Oh my, Simon? You’re sitting next to me?”
Maylin winked and sent him a signal, and Simon nodded in return. Immediately, the two spoke simultaneously.
“Don’t chat with the person next to you during class!”
“Kyahahaha!”
Maylin, having finally caught Dick in a weak moment, was exacting her revenge for everything she’d endured, repaying it with interest. Dick made a sour face and grumbled.
“Hey, that’s not even funny. It’s barely funny at all.”
“Yes it is! It’s hilarious! Ohohoho!”
Simon smiled as he watched the two of them bicker.
He understood that Maylin’s teasing and Dick’s groaning were both ultimately for Kamibarez’s sake.
And for good reason—Kamibarez still couldn’t shake the memory of her mistake in front of Jane, her face buried in her hands.
“Kamibarez.”
Simon spoke quietly.
“For lunch, smoked chicken or steak. Which would you prefer?”
“…Oh.”
She slowly lowered her hands and revealed her face.
“I…I’d like chicken since it’s been so long…!”
“Chicken! Lunch is chicken!”
Simon shouted and led the way, the four of them heading toward the restaurant, laughing and talking animatedly in the warm atmosphere.

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