Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 352

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 352
“You’re a 1st Year too, right? Good to meet you.”
A male student in a green checkered school uniform greeted him with a bright, grinning face.
“I’m Benz, Summoning Magic major from Alland.”
The Three Major Necromancer Schools.
If Kizen—the greatest necromancer school in history and the most prestigious of all—sat at the very pinnacle, there existed three other public necromancer academies that were considered a tier below it.
Alland, Sierra, and Moiran.
Whenever Kizen administered its 1st Year entrance exam, these three schools would study Kizen’s test format, grasp the current trends and direction, and then rush to announce their own entrance examinations for new students.
Though they were somewhat overshadowed by Kizen’s prestige, they were nonetheless elite institutions where children of distinguished noble families enrolled.
‘An Alland student—haven’t come across one of these before.’
Since the other student had greeted first, Simon rose from his seat.
“I’m Simon. I’m also aspiring to major in Summoning Magic.”
“Aspiring?”
Benz glanced back at his two friends standing behind him, and all three burst into laughter.
“Ah, sorry.”
Benz said with a slight shake of his head.
“The word ‘aspiring’ just sounds a bit funny to us.”
“So you’re not pre-majors like we are?”
“Major students are major students. What’s ‘aspiring’ supposed to mean?”
Kizen allowed students to choose their major starting from 2nd Year, but Alland required students to select their major upon enrollment.
To nitpick over such a simple difference in curriculum structure seemed petty.
Simon found the whole thing more novel than truly irritating.
‘Pier.’
[Yeah.]
‘Do students from different schools always spar like this when they meet?’
[These ones are just idiots.]
Then Benz stepped closer to Simon.
“You’re here to present a thesis too, right? Let’s do our best, aspiring student!”
He extended his hand. It would have looked odd to ignore the offer of a handshake, so Simon grasped it.
Crunch.
Then Simon felt Benz putting force into his grip.
‘Childish.’
Simon let out a wry smile. It was juvenile, and there seemed little point in matching his pressure, so he simply stood there.
Benz was trembling as he applied all his strength, his hand quivering.
Simon glanced sideways at the other two students. They were already raking their eyes up and down his uniform.
“…Mm, the Kizen uniform is pretty nice, though.”
“I heard the girls’ uniform is even better.”
“But it’s so pitch-black and has that suit feel to it—kind of tacky. No real school uniform charm, you know?”
And so a full critique of uniforms unfolded on their end too.
Simon observed the Alland students’ uniforms as well.
Apart from the overall green color scheme, the accent details and logo placement seemed heavily inspired by Kizen’s design.
The checkered pattern on both the trousers and skirt felt a bit over the top, but the more he looked, the more it actually grew on him.
Simon smiled slightly.
“Your uniforms look sharp too.”
“!”
The two students flinched, their faces flushing crimson.
“Hey! Did you see that? He’s trashing our uniforms?”
“That’s how he’s flipping the script—making it seem like we’re cheap knockoffs of Kizen!”
‘?’
Simon had offered only a genuine compliment, but the Alland students were already nursing an inferiority complex.
“Urgh!”
And Benz was still grunting and squeezing, pouring everything into the handshake. This time, Simon gently applied pressure back.
Crack.
“Ahhhhh!”
Benz let out a sharp cry and dropped to one knee. The other Alland students gasped in horror and raised their index fingers as if ready to unleash a Curse.
“Let Benz go!”
“Right.”
When Simon released his hand, Benz glared at him with tears already glistening in his eyes.
“You! How dare you lay hands on me like that!”
“Here we go again.”
A third voice sounded from behind.
“That same pattern—shake hands and get robbed blind. Don’t you ever get tired of it?”
“Ohohoho!”
The students who had made their cutting remarks about the Alland pupil were dressed in School Uniforms of deep red.
Crimson jackets with six gold buttons each, the formal style of a military dress uniform, the collar tall enough to partially conceal the mouth.
It looked less like a school uniform and more like formal regalia, which made their movements seem slightly constrained. The moment they appeared, the Alland students ground their teeth.
“Garbage from Sierra……!”
“Yeah, the next generation of grasshopper uniforms.”
The tension between the two schools seemed thick enough to cut.
As they traded barbed nicknames and traded jabs, Simon quietly stepped back.
“Look at them trembling. The shock of losing the Sial Competition must still be fresh, huh?”
The Sierra students laughed among themselves at this. Benz’s brow twitched.
“You’re boasting over a five-point difference? If you hadn’t bribed the judges in the first place—”
“There’s nothing uglier than refusing to accept the result and dragging up baseless accusations. And get the name right—it’s the Sial Competition.”
“It’s the Sial Competition!”
Whether it was the Sial Competition or something else, it wasn’t Simon’s concern.
He was trying to slip away while the two schools were at each other’s throats.
“Let’s calm down. Why are we fighting each other?”
This time, students in blue School Uniforms—both male and female—were approaching.
They were from Moiran.
Their uniforms had a completely different design from those of the other Necromancer schools, blue with numerous ornamental details. They wore belts at the waist and shoulder boards on their shoulders.
“Don’t forget. Our real enemy is Kizen—a threat to us all.”
At those words, the other two schools’ gazes shifted toward Simon.
“The Death Witch and Kizen’s headquarters are what’s really impressive. But the school itself is drowning in accusations of being overrated. If we crush them at this Academic Conference, we’ll tarnish that reputation.”
The other students heated up in agreement.
“Right, Kizen’s way overrated!”
“They’re all Necromancers, but they keep looking down on people over uniform colors.”
“And they unilaterally canceled the inter-school exchange because they said they’re doing some BMAT test.”
“Yeah, the whole Sial Competition issue got buried because of that exam.”
“It’s the Sial Competition!”
“Honestly, didn’t you guys make up that whole thing about the Saint being attacked?”
“Did you actually see a Saint?”
Murmur, murmur, murmur, murmur!
Simon felt a headache starting to throb.
“……Please, one at a time.”
Simon said this while looking at the students from all three schools.
“Do you really need to tear each other down like this? Can’t you all just be satisfied with your own schools?”
“W-of course we are!”
“We really love our school! We just hate that you from Kizen look down on us!”
They began talking about how proud they were to attend Alland, how Moiran had the highest employment rate after graduation, and things like that.
“Then—”
Simon opened his mouth.
“If you got the chance to Transfer Admission to Kizen, you’d stay at your original school anyway, wouldn’t you?”
“……….”
“……….”
In an instant.
A heavy silence descended on the surroundings.
An awkward gust of wind swept past the students.
“Th-this……!”
“This is exactly why we hate Kizen!”
Embarrassed by that uncomfortable silence from moments before, they all flushed red and began shouting loudly.
But not a single student had actually said they would stay at their original school if given the chance to Transfer Admission to Kizen.
[Kahahaha!]
Pier burst into laughter inside Simon’s mind.
[Ahh, how refreshing! You landed a good one there, boy!!]
‘No, I was just…….’
“My, my~”
Just then.
“What are you all having such an interesting conversation about?”
Click, click.
Serne approached with her brilliant golden hair streaming behind her. Simon had never been so glad to see anyone arrive.
“…….”
Her mere appearance silenced every student in the room.
An aura that flowed naturally from the person itself.
A presence so commanding it took your breath away.
Could there exist a human capable of looking down upon her—or even regarding her as an equal?
It didn’t matter whether students knew Serne or not. All of them felt the weight of her presence.
“My, why have you all gone silent all of a sudden? Go on, keep insulting Kizen.”
She approached the Alland students who stood nearest, smiling with an alluring charm. Then she tilted up the chin of Benz—the one who had shaken hands with Simon—with her index finger.
“Well then, speak.”
“I-I-I……!”
As her eyes—eyes one could fall into—drew closer, tears began welling rapidly in Benz’s vision.
“I’m sorry……!”
Fwip.
At that moment, a white feather alighted on the back of Benz’s neck.
“Kizen’s unbearable!”
Benz shrieked at the touch.
“Our school begged you guys for an exchange match, and you just ignored us! We had an agreement between schools, but you keep canceling on us unilaterally! Do you really think you’re that superior?”
“Yes! Exactly! That’s it!”
Serne moved on to the next student.
“Adults always ask if we’re from Kizen the moment they see the uniform, and whenever I mention going to a Necromancer school, Kizen’s name comes up first. It kills your confidence. I’m so sick of it.”
“Good! If you have resentments, speak them honestly!”
“First of all, their students have no manners. I’ll admit they’re elite, but why do they smirk and walk past us just because we’re wearing this uniform?”
“Right, right! I’m from Kizen too, but I’ll admit that’s true!”
Watching Serne force criticism of Kizen out of them with her feathers, Simon let out a bitter laugh.
‘……Whose side are you even on?’
Of course, Serne had her own agenda.
‘Simon! You’re listening, aren’t you? Kizen is such a terrible place!’
Serne wasn’t playing any tricks—she simply wanted them to insult Kizen purely and sincerely.
Serne, locked in competition with Lorain over Simon, wouldn’t miss such an opportunity. She genuinely delighted in hearing condemnations of Kizen.
However.
‘Why are you doing this to us?!’
The students from the other schools were experiencing hell.
Speaking criticism of your own accord was completely different from being forced to say it in front of others.
‘What’s going to happen to us now?’
‘W-will we really not be able to transfer?’
Everyone knew the truth.
That the ultimate career path for students of the Three Major Necromancer Schools was “transfer admission to Kizen.”
“Come now, hurry along.”
Yet here stood this mad woman in a Kizen uniform, eyes blazing, forcing them to insult her own alma mater. And the students couldn’t even refuse her commands.
“Make your insults even more vicious!”
The situation had completely reversed. The students rolled their eyes, silently pleading for help from those around them, but.
“…….”
“…….”
Despite the commotion, not a single adult passing by paid them any attention.
Even though she was making such a racket, they were treating the scene as if it didn’t exist. Everyone felt a chill run down their spine belatedly.
This space already belonged to Serne.
“Next, then!”
Serne passed by Alland and Sierra, moving on to Moiran.
“Moiran, always compared to Kizen—I’m curious what you think! What do you make of Kizen?”
She spoke in a gentle voice while rising onto the tips of her toes, attaching a feather to the back of a male Moiran student’s neck.
“…….”
It was that very student who had cried out to defeat Kizen at the beginning.
He sighed quietly, then plucked the feather from the back of his neck and let it fall to the floor.
“!”
For the first time, Serne’s expression showed surprise.
“I don’t need that. I’ll speak of my own will.”
He looked past Serne and fixed his gaze on Simon.
“I love my school, Moiran, in my Kingdom. Even if I had the chance to transfer to Kizen, I’d stay with the school that chose me. And.”
His eyes blazed as he continued.
“I have no intention of taking back what I said about Kizen being overinflated with hype. I mean to demonstrate the real difference at this Academic Conference.”
“Ooh!”
Several students looked at him with expressions of admiration.
Simon felt the same way.
Rather than petty jabs and backbiting, this—stepping forward and declaring a clean competition—felt far more appealing.
Simon smiled as he spoke.
“Right, I’ll do my best at this Academic Conference too…….”
“I don’t like that.”
Thwick. Thwick. Thwick. Thwick. Thwick. Thwick. Thwick. Thwick. Thwick.
As countless feathers struck home, he collapsed to his knees before Serne. She pouted with a sullen expression, her lip thrust out.
“Why are you spouting off against my wishes?”
From her twisted lips came a voice dripping with cold disdain.
“Everyone except the tiny handful I acknowledge should be a obedient doll in my presence.”
Serne extended her foot.
Sprawled on the ground, he stretched his head forward as though about to lick her shoe, his shoulders trembling as he fought back with sheer willpower.
“Stop it, Serne.”
Simon spoke.
“!”
Serne Eyndarc—who seemed beyond anyone’s control—transformed in an instant at Simon’s single word, her expression melting away like spring snow into a radiant smile.
“Oh, I was just joking around~”
She playfully winked and clapped her hands, and only then did all the students snap back to their senses. She bounded over and clung tightly to Simon’s side.
“So? Do you hate Kizen a little more now?”
“……That’s just you forcing me to say what you wanted.”
“How could you say such a thing! I only encouraged their honest feelings to come out. I didn’t fabricate anything by force, I assure you.”
Worried she might cause more trouble, Simon quickly moved away with Serne.
Kassan, who had been watching from where he leaned against a pillar, heaved a deep sigh and joined them.
“I knew this would happen. Don’t touch students from other schools. That’s a warning.”
“Hehe.”
Watching the three of them depart, the dazed students let out sighs of relief.
“……So Kizen has people like that too.”
“Yeah, they’re in a different league.”
“But who was that woman?”
“She had red hair, didn’t she?”
“No, black hair.”
“Wait, was she even a woman? Wasn’t that a man?”
They had already forgotten what Serne’s face looked like.

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