Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 364

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 364
The Summoning Studies Building.
Third floor practice room.
Simon opened his eyes, drawing his concentration upward slowly, like a monk entering meditation.
Before him lay a row of ‘hearts’ arranged on dishes across the practice room table.
They were experimental hearts from toads and small mammals, their size diminishing from left to right. Of course, the smaller the heart, the higher the difficulty.
“Ready?”
Aaron, the Summoning Magic professor standing behind him, held up a timer. Simon nodded firmly and spoke with confidence.
“Ready!”
“Begin.”
Simon stepped toward the heart positioned furthest to the left.
First, he suspended several auxiliary tool magic circles in the air to assist him, then wrapped the heart in a Cloud and lifted it into the space above. He then carefully inscribed tiny magic circles onto its surface without letting it burst.
‘First band.’
The magic circle activated. The flowing darkness rose in a slow arc, forming a circle around the heart at its center.
“Done!”
Even after Simon released his hands, the heart remained suspended in midair. Aaron nodded in approval.
“Well done. Next.”
A band flowed diagonally around the heart in a clockwise direction. Simon immediately constructed a second band flowing counterclockwise just beside it.
‘The second one’s good too.’
This was where the real challenge began.
Within the two bands moving in an X-pattern, he had to create the smallest band—a third band that moved back and forth along both sides of the heart.
Simon carefully raised both his arms.
‘Focus……!’
The moment he began to sketch a magic circle on the heart and construct the third band compatible with it to about halfway through—
Thump!
The heart exploded. Blood splattered in all directions, nearly destroying the area, but Aaron’s transparent barrier that he’d already spread stopped it.
“You rushed.”
Aaron switched off the timer in his hand.
“You were so focused on making the third band that you lost understanding of the flow in the other two. That’s what happens.”
“…I see.”
“You must understand the harmony of each element. Simon.”
Aaron demonstrated himself. He inscribed a magic circle on a heart suspended in the air and swiftly unfurled two bands.
“Now watch carefully how the third band moves as it’s being created.”
Thump-thump! Thump-thump!
The heart continued beating due to the black magic. Aaron sketched a magic circle and wrapped the third band around it.
The third band wasn’t drawn at a constant speed from start to finish. It paused and drew, paused and drew, following the heart’s rhythm.
“Surrender to harmony and accept the flow.”
When the first band completed one full rotation and the second band had rotated 0.8 times, the third band began to activate as well.
“Like piano components. Understand the effect that a small element has on the whole.”
Thus the third band was completed.
Moving back and forth on both sides of the heart—the speed of a single journey to the end matched exactly the speed of the heart’s beating.
‘I see now.’
It wasn’t simply the concept of wrapping a permanent band. It looked as though the pumping heart itself was moving these three bands.
Harmony.
Simon thought these three bands, moving simply around the heart, represented the pinnacle of elegance.
“Don’t think of a Life Vessel as merely a dead creature’s heart.”
Aaron spoke in closing.
“It’s the act of affixing a living, beating heart to the chest of the departed. It’s a ritual that borders on creation, transcending summoning—approach it with reverence. Abandon the thought that things will work out somehow, and maintain complete control of everything from beginning to end.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
Aaron picked up the timer once more.
“There are still many hearts. Try again.”
“Yes!”
Simon burst several hearts in succession, failing again and again.
But with each failure, he found points of improvement.
‘I have to keep grinding until the end.’
He harbored no fear of failure.
Each time he stumbled, he gathered fragments for success one by one, stuffed them into his pocket, and ran forward again.
‘What was wrong just now?’
He recalled the theory in his mind and repeatedly refuted himself.
The more samples, the more reliable the hypothesis becomes.
Failure stacked upon failure, each one building a higher stepping stone toward success.
And then, at last.
“Sixteen attempts today alone. Two hundred and sixteen in total.”
Aaron switched off the timer, his voice steady.
“Congratulations on your success, Simon.”
Three ribbons spun before Simon’s eyes.
His pupils were half-glazed, his gaze distant and unfocused on them, when a tingling sensation surged through his body. He clenched both fists hard. And then.
“Yes!”
He thrust both arms skyward with all his strength and collapsed backward.
His entire body was drenched—sweat mingling with blood that had sprung from his heart—yet he couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer accomplishment of it.
Aaron regarded his apprentice with satisfaction, then turned on his heel.
“Clean up before you leave.”
“Yes! Thank you, Professor!”
The moment Aaron stepped through the practice room door and out into the hallway.
“Eek?!”
An odd sound escaped.
Kamibarez stood in the corridor, fluffy towel and bucket cradled in her arms, shoulders hunched up to her ears.
“A-a-ah! Hello, Professor Aaron!”
Her face flushed crimson, Kamibarez bent at the waist in a hasty bow.
Aaron let a faint smile cross his lips.
“Kamibarez. Business in the Summoning Studies Building?”
“I, I, well…”
“Only joking. Go on in.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
Kamibarez called out Simon’s name and rushed inside.
“Seems your school life is proceeding as it should.”
Aaron smiled with the warmth of an older man, hands tucked in his pockets, shuffling forward in his slippers.

* * *
“All right, you lot! Are you ready?”
Poison Magic class, afternoon session.
Professor Byeol-Ya bellowed across the room.
“Swallow!”
In unison, the students swallowed the pills they’d been holding in their mouths. In an instant, hives erupted across their entire bodies.
“Form a blood toxin and stimulate your body’s immune system to trigger the Resistance System! Whoever’s hives disappear first, raise your hand and report to the teaching assistants!”
Simon closed his eyes and focused on the currents flowing through his body.
Byeol-Ya’s immunity class—a continuation of the notorious “poison-eating class” that had been the semester’s hot topic since the beginning.
Beyond merely enduring poison consumption, the practical assessment now measured how quickly students could adapt when harmful, foreign substances invaded their bodies, how swiftly they could manufacture antibodies to stabilize themselves.
Simon’s natural talent in Black Poison Affinity was merely ordinary, yet in this immunity training, he was unmatched.
The turning point had likely come during that hunt with Kamibarez—the Desert Scorpion.
Infected by the creature’s venom, Simon had lost consciousness and teetered on the edge of death, but he’d ultimately overcome that poison.
From that moment on, his Resistance System, grounded in dark magic, had climbed to a formidable level. His hives were clearing faster than anyone else’s in Class A.
Click.
At last, Simon checked his reflection in a mirror, confirmed the hives were gone, and shot his hand into the air. A teaching assistant glanced at the timer.
“Simon Polentia—six minutes, ten seconds!”
Murmurs rippled through the classroom.
The head teaching assistant double-checked Simon’s physical condition, then wrote his name in the first-place slot on the blackboard.
“Hector Moor—six minutes, forty-three seconds!”
“Damn it!”
Hector slammed his fist on the desk, his anger flashing across his face. Byeol-Ya burst into laughter at the sight.
“Hey, well done, Dragon! Second place is nothing to scoff at!”
Hector’s expression shifted instantly, and he bowed respectfully to Byeol-Ya. A boy named Dik, watching this transformation, giggled and muttered “Two-faced Hector.”
Despite variations in time, every student in the class had successfully formed their Resistance System.
“Now you’re all making it look easy. Class ends here! Enjoy your weekend~”
“Thank you for the lesson!”
Byeol-Ya’s Poison Magic class—today’s final period—came to an end.
Simon and Dik were chatting as they headed back to the Dormitory when two other male students from Class A, both aspiring Poison Mages, fell into step behind them.
“Simon! How exactly did you raise your Resistance System ability like that?”
“Teach us!”
With nothing worth hiding, Simon recounted the Desert Scorpion hunt he’d gone on with Kamibarez.
The male students who heard the story turned pale.
“D-do we have to experience the Desert Scorpion venom once too?”
“You know there are all kinds of methods, right?”
Dick chuckled and told them not to even dream of it.
As the four boys walked along exchanging trivial banter, a female student appeared lingering outside the practice hall.
A short, tailored skirt, expertly applied eye makeup, and cream-colored hair—this girl was clearly searching for someone.
“Wow.”
One of the accompanying male students let out a genuine exclamation of admiration.
“Who is that girl?”
“Hey, hey. Watch your mouth.”
Dick gave a startled warning glance.
“She’s a senior from second year.”
To the first-years, the second-year seniors of Kizen were absolute beings. The boy quickly clamped his mouth shut.
“Ah!”
Just then, the second-year senior waved her hand toward them.
“You there~”
“?”
Unsure who she was calling, they glanced around—and Simon’s eyes widened.
“Benya!”
Simon excused himself to the other three and rushed over. Left behind, Dick and the two boys wore expressions thick with envy.
“If it’s Benya, that’s Benya Vanilla, right?”
“……Life.”
The two exchanged greetings warmly, talking back and forth with evident pleasure.
Then Simon, his face flushed with excitement, grabbed Benya’s wrist and began to run. She yelped in surprise, crying out “Wait!” as she was dragged away.
“Whoa.”
The envy in the three boys’ eyes deepened.
“……Simon’s got a bold side, more than he lets on.”
“Dick!”
Just then, Merin and Kamibarez came rushing up.
“Where’s Simon?”
Dick shrugged.
“Grabbed some beautiful senior’s wrist and took off running somewhere.”
“Pardon?”
“What?”
Kamibarez and Merin’s expressions froze simultaneously.

* * *
At last.
The moment had come.
-The heart you ordered for the Life Vessel has arrived! It’s in Rochester right now.
The time to create the Lich he’d dreamed of had finally arrived.
Tonight, in fact.
Simon was about to begin the Lich’s creation.
“Come with me~!”
As Simon glanced back, he saw Benya racing toward him in the distance, gasping for breath. No matter how fast she ran, even treading on shadows, she couldn’t match Simon’s pace.
Simon soon realized he’d been running far too fast in his excitement and slowed his stride.
“I’m sorry!”
“Seriously!”
Benya opened a subspace and pulled out a bone horse. She vaulted onto its back in one fluid motion and spread her arms wide as she called out.
“Grab on!”
Whoosh!
Simon seized her hand, stepped onto the bone horse’s body, and swung up behind her.
“Have you ever ridden one before?”
“No! Should I take the reins?”
“Please.”
Benya shifted both legs to one side, and Simon reached past her to grab the bridle.
The bone horse shot toward Rochester at full speed.
“We got here in no time!”
Simon dismounted first and, in gentlemanly fashion, offered Benya his hand down.
“Thanks.”
She descended lightly to the ground and stowed the Bone Horse away in her Subspace.
“This way. Let’s go!”
“Yes.”
Having pocketed a considerable sum at the Pentamonium Academic Conference, Simon decided to treat himself and make a proper purchase.
The item Simon had commissioned from Benya this time was Herseба’s Heart.
A Life Vessel material from a Lich worth a staggering twenty-five thousand Gold had now arrived in Rochester.

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