Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 349

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 349
Stepping out after finishing the Siege Warfare Theme, Simon and his companions found that exactly three hours had passed.
Though by feel, it seemed as though they’d spent the entire day sprawled across a battlefield.
One hour remained until the BMAT exam ended. Simon’s group hurried through the corridors, searching for the next card.
Fortunately, Simon possessed glasses specialized for card-finding, and the three of them had little trouble locating the red card before ducking inside.
Today’s final game was the “Curse Theory Written Exam Theme.”
In a room where the walls narrowed and the ceiling descended as time passed, they had to solve problems displaying curse equations and escape to the next chamber.
Of course, Merin shone brilliantly in this theme. She grasped the answers before even finishing the problem statements, solving them smoothly—the true mark of the second-ranked student in the written exams across the entire year.
—Looking at the following symptoms, identify the five curses used on this patient.
“His legs are numb, so isn’t it a convulsion curse?”
Simon offered.
“Come on, the problem isn’t that straightforward.”
Dick countered.
“This one definitely has a trap. The answer’s a fear-type curse! The legs tremble from fear, which feels like numbness! I’m right, aren’t I, Merin?”
“Both of you, shut up.”
Merin, standing before the door and working through the problem, replied coldly.
She needed complete focus on the questions, but these clueless boys kept offering unwanted commentary from behind. Eventually, unable to bear it, she let out a sharp, exasperated shriek.
“Get away! You’re only getting in the way!”
Simon and Dick were demoted from problem-solving duty and instead took on the task of holding back the narrowing walls and descending ceiling to buy time.
It worked out well enough as teamwork, and Merin was able to focus on the problems without time pressure. For the summoning-related curses, Simon offered a few pointers himself.
And so.
[All problems have been solved!]
[You have won the game!]
The three of them obtained the red card and emerged safely.
“It’s finally oooover!”
Stepping outside, the BMAT had ended. Students were already heading back to the Dormitory, laughing cheerfully among themselves.
Dick stretched luxuriously.
“Phew! We really conquered a mountain today. The sense of achievement is incredible!”
“You said it. Nice work.”
Simon smiled broadly and glanced at Merin.
“You worked hard too, Merin.”
“Hmph.”
She swept a strand of hair behind her ear with a fresh, self-satisfied expression.
“You both owe me now, remember? Go buy me something delicious for dinner.”
Dick butted in suddenly.
“Hey! By that logic, shouldn’t I get compensation for the intel I provided during the Siege Warfare Theme? You’d still be getting fleeced by House Hats otherwise.”
“What! When did I ever—!”
As the two bickered again, Simon examined the cards in his possession.
Red, orange, yellow, blue, navy, purple. And gold too.
One last After-School BMAT remained, and just one more card to claim would secure first place.
‘Though it’s a bit unsettling that the remaining card is green.’
The green card likely meant a Necromancy Theme would appear. Since that was Simon’s weakest field, he needed to prepare a countermeasure.
“What are you doing? Simon! Come on!”
“Right, I’m coming!”
Simon quickly followed after Merin and Dick.
For now, he intended to savor today’s victory without reservation.
***
Outside Bahil’s Research Office.
Chehekl, the senior teaching assistant for Curse Magic, straightened her clothes lightly before knocking on the door.
“Professor Bahil, it’s Chehekl.”
No answer came, but she opened the door and stepped in as though accustomed to it.
Tap. Tap. Tap-tap.
It was a sight she saw every time.
In the darkened office, Bahil sat in a chair before the blackboard, moving only his arm as he wrote equations across it without even looking at what he was writing.
It resembled the act of extracting knowledge from within his mind and copying it outward—his arm moving mechanically, nothing more.
The arm not holding chalk rested against his chin, his gaze fixed vacantly into empty space.
What was strange, however, was that though the chalk was clearly moving, nothing appeared on the blackboard.
Taking it as the eccentricity of an odd character, Chehekl made her report.
“Professor. The first-year students’ After-School BMAT has just concluded.”
Bahil nodded slightly.
“It seems the commotion outside has gotten quite lively.”
“Professor, you must be busy preparing papers for the academic conference.”
“It’s nothing much.”
Tap.
Bahil finished writing the final equation, placed a period, and at last rose from his desk, smoothing the wrinkles from his collar.
“It’s a simple matter. The Necromancers at the conference are all fools—they marvel at the unfamiliar merely because it defies convention.”
“……What seems like common sense to the Professor doesn’t appear that way to ordinary people.”
“That hardly matters. Would you care for some coffee?”
Bahil said this as he walked away.
“Chehekl has always made it for me before. At least today, I’d like to brew it myself.”
“That’s very kind of you.”
Chehekl exhaled lightly and glanced sideways at Bahil.
“You seem less surprised than I’d expect.”
“About what?”
Bahil began brewing the coffee, the cups clinking softly.
“About Simon.”
“Yes?”
“Word’s spread like wildfire among the teaching assistants. Apparently Aaron offered Simon a Direct Disciple position.”
“I see.”
“Does that really not bother you?”
Bahil received water without expression.
“Aaron has the right to offer Simon a Direct Disciple position, Chehekl.”
Chehekl stiffened slightly.
Something was off about him today—very off.
This wasn’t a man who let things pass so coolly. This was someone who threw objects, smashed windows, scattered curses in all directions without hesitation.
She decided to probe further.
“You haven’t been approaching Simon much lately.”
“Hmm.”
“Yet you don’t seem especially worried about losing him.”
“Hmm.”
Bahil had broken.
Was he in shock? Or had he lost his mind entirely?
A man who wouldn’t bleed a single drop even if pricked with a needle was sitting there like this—and for the first time, Chehekl felt a twinge of pity for him.
“……That’s not like you.”
She spoke with a slight edge to her gaze.
“About what?”
Bahil answered in that same hollow tone.
“This dejection, this lethargy, this pretense that nothing matters!”
But no matter what she said, Bahil gave no reaction.
Growing exasperated, she drew a sharp breath and spoke incisively.
“It’s unlike you to give up so easily! Was your heart never truly committed to Simon?”
In that instant.
Crackle-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Lightning struck.
A blinding flash—the entire world went white around her. The Research Office went white.
In that moment of black and white, stark as a chiaroscuro, Chehekl could see it clearly.
The letters drawn across every surface of the Research Office.
-Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia Simon Polentia-
Chehekl’s face went as pale as a blank sheet of paper.
This entire Research Office.
Every direction she turned to look.
Simon’s name, the solutions Simon had written, the problems Simon had solved, the meals Simon had eaten, the techniques Simon had learned, the futures Simon ought to pursue—everything, everywhere, was covered in Simon.
“You think my heart was never true for Simon?”
A madman hung his head in the chiaroscuro world, eyes blazing with a terrible turquoise light.
“Impossible.”
Crackle-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Lightning struck again, and the world snapped back into its ordinary form.
The impact of it all sent Chehekl’s legs buckling beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor.
“Ah, well.”
Bahil smiled awkwardly.
“I got a little carried away. Sorry for startling you…….”
“You absolute lunatic!!”
Chehekl shrieked. Her heart was still hammering like a broken thing, and tears had begun to gather at the corners of her eyes.
“I’m disgusted with myself for worrying even for a moment about a psychopath like you!!”
“Ha ha.”
Bahil laughed softly and moved toward Chehekl.
“There’s no need to worry about Simon. Aaron didn’t take Simon on as a direct disciple all at once, did he? That’s the limit of the senior’s ability—”
His voice dropped cold and sharp.
“And the ‘pain’ he carries with him.”
Bahil extended his hand, but she calmly knocked it away and rose from her seat.
“What, are you taking your leisure now?”
“Of course, when I first heard that news, my blood felt like it was rushing backward. I watched my brain whirling furiously, churning out thousands of ways to kill Aaron. It was rather pathetic, honestly.”
She muttered quietly to herself. Pathetic indeed.
“But it’s fine! That’s nothing at all! After all, my Simon will ultimately fall into my hands! Now, have some coffee.”
“Professor Bahil.”
Chehekl, still seething, took the coffee he offered and simply dumped it down the sink.
“Let’s just look at the objective facts, shall we?”
Clatter.
She set down the empty cup and continued speaking.
“Simon has received Bone Armor and Blood Golem from Professor Aaron, and he’s currently studying the Lich. By contrast, you, Professor Bahil, have only finished transmitting the Four Major Curses. Do you really think that’s a fair match?”
“The Four Major Curses are not all I have to offer.”
Bahil smiled coldly.
“We still have Compellonia waiting—something he can master once he’s learned all Four Major Curses. Simon is a diligent student. Even though he’s pouring his efforts into creating Liches and Summoning Magic, he’ll honor his promise to me at least. He’ll complete all four curses before his first year ends.”
“……What exactly is this Compellonia that you won’t stop talking about?”
“Wait and see. The Simon before and after he uses Compellonia will be different people. Everything will change.”
Bahil spread both his arms wide.
“He belongs to the same department as I do, no matter what anyone says. Because he has talent, and because he has madness—”
The corners of Bahil’s mouth curled upward.
“He’ll have no choice but to make the same choice I did.”
***
The next day.
Simon was studying the Life Vessel in Aaron’s Research Office.
“I did it! Professor!”
Simon stepped back from his work. In the empty air, two ribbons made of dark shadow crossed in an X formation.
“Yes.”
Aaron gave only a slight nod, his expression unreadable.
‘……What kind of monster am I teaching?’
In truth, he felt like he might collapse from shock. Simon had mastered the fundamentals of the Life Vessel in just one week and succeeded in creating the “ribbons.”
But he deliberately suppressed his astonishment and spoke calmly.
“Don’t be arrogant. The ribbon is the most basic stage of the Life Vessel. Consider this merely the first step.”
“Yes, Professor! Please teach me the next stage!”
Aaron shook his head and stood from his chair.
“Take a break. Rest is important too.”
“Yes? But I’m fine…….”
Tap.
Aaron lightly pressed Simon’s forehead, and his body crumpled onto the sofa.
“You can’t possibly be fine after creating the ribbon three times. Rest for a bit.”
As if cursed, Simon couldn’t move. The moment he gave up resistance and sank into the sofa’s comfort, his eyes closed within five seconds, and he began to snore, sprawled out completely.
“……Pushing too hard.”
While Simon slept, Aaron compiled the materials he would teach him next.
Two hours passed before Simon’s eyes finally opened.
“Ah!”
Simon stretched luxuriously.
“I feel incredibly light! I feel like I could do anything!”
“Calm yourself.”
As Simon stood, Aaron handed him a cup of freshly brewed tea.
“It’s a tea that invigorates the body.”
“Thank you, I’ll drink it…… Ugh!”
After one sip, Simon’s face twisted into a grimace and his tongue shot out. It was far more bitter than he could possibly have imagined.
Aaron let out a rare chuckle.
“Bitter medicine is good for the body. Drink it all.”
“……This, you want me to drink this?”
When Simon looked up with a defiant gleam in his eye, Aaron replied in a flat tone.
“If you won’t drink it, we’re done with today’s lesson.”
At that, Simon downed the tea in one gulp and made a face, his tongue sticking out as it tingled. Aaron handed him cold water.
‘Still.’
Simon accepted the cold water and drank it, a smile crossing his face.
‘Getting closer to the Professor is nice. Now it actually feels like we’re a proper master and disciple.’
Ever since that Summoning Magic lesson, the distance between him and Aaron had narrowed considerably, and Simon was grateful for it.
Aaron dropped into the chair across from Simon.
“Before we move on to the next material, I have a question.”
“Yes!”
“Have you found a heart to serve as the Life Vessel for the Lich?”
Simon scratched the side of his head.
“……Ah. Well, that is…”

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