Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 353

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School, Episode 353
Pentamonium.
The 40th floor.
In a pristine reception room, two men sat facing each other, drinking tea.
“Surprising, isn’t it.”
The one who spoke first was a man dressed in butler’s attire.
“I didn’t expect you to stay hidden and hold your ground with the Raven even in such tumultuous circumstances.”
The man speaking was not actually human.
An Ancient Undead of Magnus Legion—known colloquially as the Butler Zombie.
“Surprising indeed.”
Across from him, a man draped in a feather cloak bearing the symbol of the Raven opened his mouth.
“Does the Magnus Legion have interest in such a tedious Academic Conference?”
This man’s name was Evangellos Alphonia—a Necromancer who bore the alias “the Needle.”
“The Legion’s only interest is Simon Polentia. How are the preparations coming?”
“Perfect.”
Evangellos leaned back against the sofa’s armrest and spoke.
“I’ve rigged the mechanisms, and now even I can’t stop it. Soon the Pentamonium Academic Conference will become a living hell.”
“Anticipating it already.”
“Right. But speaking of you, Magnus—”
Evangellos rubbed his forehead with a sigh.
“Aren’t you moving too recklessly? Especially attacking a student in Rocksum. I have limits to how much cleanup I can manage.”
“That’s precisely why we’ve decided to use methods that expose the Legion as little as possible this time.”
The Butler Zombie continued.
“Deploying natural-form Undead. This itself was the result of barely convincing the Legion Commander.”
“Fair point.”
“Then perhaps you can continue the briefing. Which formidable enemies might pose obstacles to the plan?”
“This is Pentamonium. There are plenty of strong ones, of course. But the greatest hindrance to recovering Simon Polentia is—”
He drew it out.
He pulled a portrait from his chest.
“Kassan Edwald and Serne Aindark. Those two will stick with Simon Polentia constantly.”
“I’ll take precautions.”
“Especially, keeping your distance from that person Serne will be better for your sanity. And there’s one more.”
Evangellos stroked his chin.
“There’s one truly monstrous bastard—”

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“It’s this way.”
Simon and Serne were walking down a long corridor, following Kassan’s guidance.
“Where are we going now?”
Serne, clinging to Simon’s side, watched Kassan’s back with an expression of displeasure.
“We should be hurrying off on a date with Simon!”
“…Serne.”
Simon gave her a look suggesting she keep her distance, but she arched her eyebrows like a cunning fox.
“At outside events, playing lovers is our routine! Have you already forgotten?”
“…What routine?”
“Goodness. There are many elders from the Ivory Tower at Pentamonium! We need to show them a signal that we’re continuing to do well—that way, my supporting you will increase my influence within the Ivory Tower!”
So she was clinging to that logic again. But Simon countered with equal logic.
“But there’s nobody here.”
She gave a bright smile and rubbed her cheek against Simon’s arm.
“It’s bad to let your guard down~”
“….”
“That’s enough affection theater. We’re here.”
The three arrived at a large door.
“Who’s inside?”
Simon asked. Kassan turned to them and answered in a low voice.
“The student council president of Kizen wants to meet with you two.”
“!”
Only then did both their expressions turn serious.
“Ah, if that’s the case—”
A smile played at the corners of Serne’s lips. Kassan looked directly at her and spoke.
“Before you’re student council president, you’re a third-year senior, so conduct yourself with proper decorum. And Serne—if you get careless and use that Feather Cloak just because you’re bored, it could set off something irreversible.”
“I know, I know~ I’ve got that much common sense, trust me.”
Serne flicked her tongue playfully.
“Besides, I was curious what kind of person this legendary guy actually is. This works out perfectly.”
Her eyes were those of a hawk sighting prey. Third-year students stood on the threshold of graduation, which meant the Ivory Tower still had recruitment opportunities among them.
“And I’m warning you both. Whatever happens beyond this door—”
Kassan’s voice dropped to something grave as he approached the entrance.
“Don’t scream.”
The two of them nodded. Kassan opened the door.
“It’s Kassan, sir.”
Glug-glug-glug.
Glug.
The room was filled with water.
Black water, like the lightless depths of the abyss.
It hung suspended within the room without spilling out through the open door. Kassan took a deep breath and stepped in first.
‘Please don’t let this be real water…’
Simon wavered, but he inhaled deeply like Kassan and followed him through.
Glug-glug-glug.
The moment he crossed the threshold, he understood.
This was real water.
As buoyancy threatened to lift his body upward, he concentrated his Dark Element into his feet to anchor himself and surveyed the scene.
What unfolded before him defied belief. Sofas, tables, and all manner of furniture floated adrift, and between them schools of fanged fish he’d never seen in his life swam past each other, tearing into one another.
Glug-glug-glug-glug!
At his side, a monstrous shark-thing drifted past.
When it saw Simon and bared its teeth, he nearly cried out. He barely managed to clamp his mouth shut.
‘…!’
And in the very center of this aquatic realm, in the darkest, deepest space,
something enormous sat.
It reclined against a sofa with its chin propped on one hand, its eyes glowing with a pale bluish light that radiated an overwhelming pressure.
It was larger than Hector, though smaller than Shatel, who carried giant blood. It occurred to Simon that this might be the largest a human male could possibly grow.
‘So this is…’
Simon swallowed hard.
‘The school’s strongest Necromancer.’
Kassan, apparently accustomed to such circumstances, swam over to the room’s light switch and pressed it.
Click!
Light flooded the space, and the water that had filled the room vanished without trace.
Simon, caught off guard by the sudden shift in gravity, fell hard on his backside.
Thud! Bang! Bang!
The furniture—sofa, table, and the rest—crashed back to their proper places.
“Whew. Hah.”
Simon finally exhaled the breath he’d been holding. His hair and school uniform were soaked through, water dripping from them, but within five seconds they dried completely as if evaporating in fast-forward.
‘What about him?’
The student council president remained exactly as he’d been—chin in hand, sprawled across his seat.
Grrrrr—
A strange sound came from his nose.
“President.”
Kassan approached him.
The sound came again: grrrrr—
“Your juniors have arrived. It’s time.”
Pop.
A bubble burst audibly from his nostril.
His eyes fluttered open and he looked around groggily.
“Oh, right. I must’ve dozed off.”
Kassan’s expression darkened sharply.
“Dreaming in front of this many people? Are you in your right mind?”
His voice carried an edge far removed from his usual calm.
“Hm! Whether I dream or not isn’t exactly something I can control.”
“You should be aware that your dreams are a more terrible weapon than anything else in this world. If you’re tired, go sleep somewhere remote—a desolate desert, perhaps.”
“Hahaha! Still the same sharp tongue, Kassan!”
The student council president lifted his head, laughing with genuine delight.
“Yes, these are the ones! Excellent!”
The student council president rose to his feet.
Standing, he looked even more imposing. With each step forward, his enormous frame sent tremors through the ground as he approached Simon.
“Phantasus Hugh Ickel! That is my name!”
“Simon Polentia,” Simon replied.
The moment Simon’s hand met Phantasus’s for a handshake, his small hand was engulfed by the giant’s palm. As Phantasus shook vigorously up and down, Simon’s entire body jolted with violent force.
After finishing the handshake with Simon, Phantasus turned. Serne flashed a radiant smile, her luminous hand extended palm-upward.
“I’m Serne Aindarke, President~”
Rather than recoil at her boldness, Phantasus laughed with genuine delight and bent at the waist. Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips in a light kiss—and Serne seemed thoroughly pleased with the gesture.
“Sit down, now!”
Phantasus turned away.
Soon the three of them were seated side by side on a sofa, while Phantasus occupied an entire couch by himself—though even that looked diminutive against his hulking frame.
“Special Cases #1 and #2! I’ve heard tell that you two are the finest 1st Year student, male and female, in this academy!”
“We’re the finest pair, actually,” Serne added.
She leaned slightly toward Simon as she spoke.
“Right! Right! The finest pair indeed! Hahahaha! I’ve never disliked someone with such a clear sense of self, junior! That’s the spirit!”
“Oh my~”
Serne covered her cheeks as if embarrassed. Unexpectedly, the two of them clicked perfectly. Perhaps monsters truly do recognize their own kind.
“You’ll be graduating from Kizen soon,” Kassan said.
Kassan spoke up.
“After graduation, you’re scheduled to join the Raven—making you and Professor Bahil the youngest on record together. Before that happens, I wanted to meet with you two and—”
“Kassan! I apologize for interrupting, but I’ve declined the Raven’s offer!”
Kassan narrowed his eyes, regarding Phantasus with suspicion.
“Why would you refuse? Wasn’t becoming the strongest man alive your dream?”
“Well, that too—but I’ve come to feel that I need a journey to discover who I truly am!”
Listening to their exchange, Simon felt his mind go blank.
The old rumor did seem true: there were no sane Necromancers among their ranks. And it appeared the school’s most powerful Necromancer was no exception.
“Enough about me in front of the juniors! Tell me instead—what brings you all to the Pentamonium Academic Conference?”
Simon answered Phantasus’s question.
“We came to present a pap—”
“A paper?”
Phantasus cut him off. He shook his head vigorously as if doubting his own ears, then thrust his face forward, eyes bulging wide.
“Did the professors send you here!”
‘Did he just get even bigger?’
Simon could have sworn Phantasus’s immense frame had doubled in size.
A Special Ability? Dark Magic? Or perhaps mere illusion? His elongated face filled Simon’s entire field of vision.
Simon stammered out a response.
“Rather than that… heh.”
…He suddenly felt it would be better to speak honestly.
“We came to make money.”
Clap!
Phantasus clapped his hands together.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
With each clap, a ripple of force radiated outward, causing nearby objects to rattle and shake.
“Excellent!!”
He spoke in a resonant, booming voice.
“Securing capital in advance for your dreams is no trivial matter! You’ve got the right mindset! Junior!”
“Is… is that so?”
“And what about you? Did the professors drag you here to present some tedious paper as well?”
This time Phantasus turned to Serne. With a fox-like smile, she replied:
“I came to seduce a boy~”
“Perfect!!!”
Bang! Bang!
Phantasus sprang from his seat and began clapping thunderously.
“Splendid! That’s exactly it! Now I see why you two are the finest 1st Years!”
He then looked at Kassan, seated in the third spot.
“Learn from these juniors, Kassan! Stop just doing whatever task you’re given!”
Kassan said nothing, merely scratching absently at the scar across his eye.
“Remember this, you juniors!”
He struck his chest resoundingly as he spoke.
“The world exists because I exist! You are not merely the masters of your own lives—the world itself belongs to you! Your circumstances, your past, your background, the opinions of others—if you listen to such things, you accomplish nothing!”
He pointed a massive finger at Simon’s face.
“You there! What do you plan to do with the money you earn?”
“I… I want to create a Lich.”
“Ah! A Lich? Why do you want to create one? That’s rather ambitious for a 1st Year student!”
Simon’s expression grew awkward. He hadn’t particularly wanted to confess something so personal to a complete stranger.
“It’s a goal I truly wish to achieve.”
Thud.
Phantasus’s movements ceased. His large eyes began to tremble.
“Magnificently!”
He sprang to his feet and approached. Simon rose as well, half-expecting another handshake.
Whoosh!
“Splendid!!”
This time it was an embrace. Simon felt his breath catch sharply.
“That’s exactly it! Yes! A 1st Year student should certainly create a Lich! The larger your dreams, the wider the world becomes in which you may challenge yourself!”
He released Simon and let out a heavy breath.
“Isn’t that precisely why you come to places like this while others are at play?”
“Y-yes, I suppose you’re right.”
“Right! From now on, run toward your own dreams! Whatever barriers life presents, if you keep your eyes fixed on the heavens as you run, you will find yourself having overcome them before you know it!!”
He spread both his massive arms wide.
“Do not allow anything—whatever it may be—to control your destiny! Smash the world itself to pieces for your dreams and drag it along behind you! That is!”
Boom!
He struck his own chest and laughed with fierce delight.
“The path to becoming the strongest!”
In that moment, Simon felt a fire ignite in his chest.
‘Wow, this person is amazing.’
Serne and Kassan, watching Simon’s eyes shine with wonder, quietly smiled to themselves. Simon was still a boy after all.
“Esteemed junior! In that spirit, I have one question for you.”
Phantasus opened his palm with a decisive gesture.
“Have you no interest in the next Student Council Presidency?”
“…Pardon?”
For a moment, Simon’s thoughts came to a complete halt.

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