Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 330

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Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Genius – Episode 330
The controversial Special Admission Student Rank 1 chosen by Neftis.
Eric also knew Simon well enough.
“Right, what brings you by?”
“I was hoping you could look over this formula for me.”
With Merin’s help, Simon had already solved the errors in the Elemental Magic formula, but there was still much ground to cover. This time he showed Eric the Summoning Magic Circle configuration.
“Let me see.”
Eric’s eyes grew serious as he examined the Magic Circle.
“In a Summoning Magic Circle, each element has a major impact on the whole, so it’s tricky to isolate just one part. Still, this section here.”
Eric pointed to one part of the Magic Circle with his fingertip.
“This is definitely wrong. Rather than simple summation, adopting the Gale Formula would be far better.”
“What about this part?”
Each time Simon raised a question, Eric answered without hesitation.
Then Simon asked again.
“Why is that?”
“Because the Gale Formula is more efficient.”
“But using the Gale Formula makes the pattern more complex. I don’t quite understand why this approach is more efficient.”
It happened occasionally.
At Kizen, students who asked for reasons.
It had been so long since he’d fielded such a question that even Eric, who taught Dark Theory, was caught somewhat off guard.
“Well, yes. If that’s what you’re curious about.”
Still, answering a student’s questions was the professor’s true calling.
Eric picked up chalk himself and wrote out the solution.
“My thinking on this part is…….”
Simon too picked up chalk and began writing out what he had reasoned.
Eric’s eyes widened. Rather than using formulas in the calculation, Simon had laid out the formula arithmetically from its fundamental basis.
And yet the result was derived as an approximate value equivalent to using the formula.
“This interpretation is quite interesting.”
Eric smiled.
“But didn’t you learn the Hexa Formula in the first semester? Why go to such lengths with these difficult calculations?”
“The Hexa Formula.”
Simon lowered the chalk and looked at Eric.
“I don’t fully understand it, so I didn’t think of it as mine.”
……
“I didn’t want to put uncertainty into my Magic Circle.”
Eric let out an inward gasp of admiration.
When teachers introduce new Rune Language or formulas in class, students don’t wonder about the principles.
Because they’re too busy using them. They’ll all enhance their Magic Circles and apply them to the upcoming Duel Evaluation or BMAT.
Pure pragmatism.
Kizen championed meritocracy of ability, and its students had adapted to survive in that system.
Of course, there’s nothing wrong with that. Competition always drives high efficiency and results.
But ask necromancers who’ve graduated from Kizen why they used the Hexa Formula in a particular spell?
Nine out of ten won’t be able to answer.
They’ll say that’s just how it is. That it’s always been done this way.
Young necromancers who use formulas without understanding their principles will one day stand at the very pinnacle of this world.
Eric, as an educator, lamented this state of affairs, but even he couldn’t resist the tide of change.
At Kizen, competition between professors was fierce. To survive with a tedious subject like Dark Theory, and to be evaluated as a good lecturer by students, understanding wasn’t what mattered.
‘And yet.’
A student like this appeared maybe once a year, and to Eric it was rain after a drought.
“The explanation might get a little long.”
The magic word that made students give up.
“Would that be alright?”
Nine out of ten would ask him to just skip it.
“Yes, absolutely!”
But this student.
No—Simon wanted something remarkable: the fundamentals themselves.
“Watch closely, then.”
As Eric wrote the proof across the blackboard in quick strokes, he felt something like joy.
How long had it been since he’d given a proof like this?
-Do we really need to bother with proofs?
—Rune Language only needs to work properly. That’s all.
—Professor Kizen wouldn’t teach you strange formulas, would he?
Words he’d heard countless times before.
They were right.
The Rune Language and formulas taught at Kizen had been thoroughly verified by previous generations.
We simply needed to grow stronger, building on the achievements of our predecessors.
Proof itself was the domain of purely valueless research.
And yet.
‘This is joyful.’
A smile played at Eric’s lips. Right now, standing before this student, he was genuinely enjoying proving mathematical formulas.
“Does that settle it?”
“Yes! It’s all cleared up beautifully. Thank you so much!”
Simon exchanged a few more words with Eric before bowing and leaving the lecture hall. Watching the young man depart with that satisfied smile, Eric suddenly reached for a piece of chalk.
‘How have I been holding this back?’
Tap.
Then he began covering the blackboard with proof after proof of other formulas, one after another.
This old man’s heart still.
He was grateful it could still beat with such vigor.

* * *
“Excellent! Let’s try again!”
Having finished classes and returned to the Dormitory, Simon began rapidly transcribing the formulas he’d just learned into his notebook.
Truth be told, Simon hadn’t originally sought to understand the fundamental roots of these formulas from the ground up.
His grades in Dark Theory were painfully mediocre—solidly middle-of-the-road. He could barely absorb what was handed to him so easily, so understanding even the proofs was overreach. Besides, proofs demanded far more knowledge and study time.
But he’d wanted the proof explained this time because it concerned the Summoning Magic Circle. Simon had hit a wall with completing the Skeleton Mage, yet at the same time his mind was itching.
Something was about to emerge.
That insight from the first day of Summoning Magic class—when he’d reversed-engineered the bones of an Ireland Ratman Skeleton and reassembled them into a Grey Rat that ran on four legs.
But it hadn’t been easy, and he’d thought the reason such insights had become impossible was that he didn’t fully understand these difficult formulas.
But now, with Eric’s help, it was possible.
All the symbols were within my grasp.
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
As Simon rapidly filled the empty notebook with formulas, Dick, sprawled on his bed, let out a low whistle.
“…That’s impressive, truly impressive.”
Working so hard now, he couldn’t bring himself to tease anymore.
Though he was a bit worried.
“You’re not going to lose it like you did when you first made that Golem, are you?”
“I won’t make that mistake again.”
Simon said as he continued writing the formulas.
“I’m maintaining my condition well, eating properly, and exercising hard, so it’s fine.”
“The problem is you’re cutting back on sleep.”
“More than that.”
Simon brought up the subject as he continued scribbling formulas into his notebook.
“How’s the handwriting analysis on Professor Walter coming along?”
“Ah—I successfully handed that off to a professional. The work’s piled up, so it might take time. And since it’s not the original but a photograph, it could take even longer, he said.”
“What about the analysis of the Blood Injection components?”
“I’m still looking for someone discreet to run experiments. There’s an academic conference going on right now, so I should find someone soon.”
“And the Monster Corpse auction?”
“It starts tomorrow. Apparently academic value was found in the creature’s skin tissue, so the price might go up a bit. You can be hopeful—”
Dick stopped mid-sentence and suddenly sat upright.
“Hold on! I’m not your manager, and what is all this? How many jobs did you hand off to me?!”
Simon stopped his quill and laughed aloud.
“Don’t make me laugh from right next to me. It breaks my concentration.”
“You work your roommate to the bone and you expect to focus on studying? Master?”
Dick stretched his legs from the bed and wrapped them around Simon’s neck, shaking him back and forth.
“I’m getting dizzy!”
Simon still laughing, cried out.
“And I’m paying you for everything, aren’t I? Besides, you’re the one who squeezes your roommate for money every single time!”
“That’s an occupational hazard of being a merchant—can’t be helped!”
Dick released Simon’s neck and suddenly grew serious.
“I don’t know why you’re digging into Professor Walter, but be careful. Don’t get tangled up in something unnecessary.”
“Understood.”
Click.
Just then the door swung open and Kassan stepped inside. Dick’s expression went taut with tension, his mouth firmly shut, but Kassan glanced at Simon and spoke.
“I’ve started on that task you mentioned. I’ll let you know the moment I have an update.”
“Thanks. I really appreciate it.”
Kassan shrugged off his School Uniform with a flourish and climbed up to the upper bunk. He pulled the blanket over his head, rustled about for a moment, then fell silent.
Dick came bounding over and threw a headlock around Simon’s head, gripping him roughly.
“Hey! You trusted Kassan with a job too? That’s betrayal!”
“Ow, that hurts! How is this a betrayal—!”
“So the Thief Guild’s network is better than mine, is that it? Huh?”
Slip.
Simon wedged his arm between Dick’s arms and squeezed, breaking the hold. Then he grabbed Dick and hurled him back onto the bed.
“Heh.”
Dick stuck his tongue out.
“Your Combat Magic’s getting better too.”
“I’ve been practicing some new techniques lately.”
Dick mimicked Hector’s voice.
“Just where do you plan to go with this, Simon Polentia?”
The impression was terrible—nothing like Hector at all—and Simon burst out laughing, holding his stomach. Dick did the same.

* * *
“Ungh.”
In the early dawn, Dick stirred awake from tossing in his blankets.
Rubbing his eyes, he yawned widely and made his way to the bathroom.
After finishing his business, he let out a long sigh and checked the clock on the wall. Four hours still remained before class.
A faint sense of relief washed over him as he turned to head back to bed.
‘?’
Simon wasn’t on the bed.
‘Here we go again.’
I’ve never met anyone less sensible than this guy. Dick slipped on his slippers and stepped out of Room 409.
Dragging his slippers across the floor, the first place he headed was the Pantry Room.
Click.
Dick yanked the door open and called out, rubbing his eyes.
“Hey, Simon! Are you sleeping here?”
But Simon wasn’t there.
All that remained in the corner of the Pantry Room were scattered, empty Skeleton Mage boxes.
“Tsk.”
Dick clicked his tongue at the mess.
“If he keeps this up, the maintenance staff will ban us from using this place.”
Dick fought off drowsiness and stumbled over to tidy up the chaos Simon had left behind.
Next, he made his way to the garden behind the Dormitory.
‘Brr, it’s cold.’
Dick wrapped his arms around himself as he stepped outside. He walked against the crisp morning breeze.
“Come on! I’m all for working hard, but you should sleep in your room—!”
Then Dick’s voice trailed off.
There was Simon.
He was frantically manipulating an open Magic Circle, muttering to himself.
“It finally works. This time I’m sure of it.”
Who’s he talking to?
This guy’s finally lost it.
Dick thought as much and turned his gaze to the side.
‘…Wow!’
Three fully assembled Skeleton Mages stood solidly beside Simon.
‘Did he… actually make all of those? On his own, with no formal training?’
Simon’s expression grew serious as if about to put them to the test. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his face had grown gaunt. The strain of his efforts was written all over him.
“Ready.”
As Simon raised his arm, the three Skeleton Mages snapped their staffs upright.
Gulp.
Dick swallowed hard, suddenly tense. He’d watched Simon’s efforts unfold at close range all this time.
“Activate!”
The moment Simon finished speaking.
Whoosh!
Crackle-crackle!
Whiiiine!
Before the staffs of the three Skeleton Mages, flames and ice and wind rippled into being.
“Done!!!”
Simon let out a triumphant cry.
The rising dawn light fell brilliantly across Simon’s silhouette as he threw both arms skyward, his fists clenched tight.
Dick marveled at the sight.
‘He actually pulled it off before Summoning Magic class.’
In a few hours, when Summoning Magic class came around, the others would dismiss it without a second thought.
—Of course, he’s a genius.—
—He’s a Special Admission Student Rank 1, so something like that’s basic for him.—
They would rationalize Simon’s achievement that way, making it easier for themselves to accept.
But who could know.
Behind the mask of genius.
There was this—bleeding effort, grinding toil.
“……Damn.”
Watching Simon’s back, Dick felt a chill run up his spine.
“That bastard’s something else entirely.”
Just as a foundation must precede its result.
There is always a reason behind those called genius.

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