Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 369

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Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Genius – Chapter 369
“Aha! That’s not it at all.”
Simon finally grasped the situation and explained everything from start to finish.
The trip to Rochester with Benya had been to collect materials for the Lich, and the reason he hadn’t returned to the Dormitory last night was that he’d been absorbed in crafting the Lich all evening.
Since this was the truth and typically Simon of him, Merin and Kamibarez accepted the explanation.
Truthfully, when you thought about it coldly, Simon was hardly the type to sweet-talk a senior into a midnight escape.
“I told you, can’t be helped.”
The tense atmosphere that had filled the Classroom dissipated in an instant.
Merin brushed back her disheveled hair with a lovely smile.
“That’s so Simon of you.”
Kamibarez laughed softly too. Sensing the mood shift suddenly into something saccharine and pink, Dick scowled.
“Why’d I get hit?”
A small bump had formed on his head.
“Shut your mouth.”
“Please be quiet.”
Merin spoke with a flushed face and a growl, while Kamibarez delivered her words in a sulky tone.
Dick shrugged with shameless nonchalance.
“Come on, you should be grateful—I just gave you a straight answer to what you were dying to know!”
“Oh, shut up already! What do you mean ‘Did you have some fun with Benya’? That’s filthy!”
“Whoa, whoa! You’re calling the sublime miracle of new life being born filthy? The miracle of two entering and three coming out—!”
“Stop it!!”
Merin’s ears turned crimson as she rained blows on Dick’s back. Simon and Kamibarez exchanged small smiles, meeting each other’s eyes.
“Simon! So you finished the Lich last night?”
“Yeah.”
Simon’s smile turned ambiguous.
“I did finish it, but things got a bit complicated.”
Rather than explain everything piece by piece, it would be better just to show them.
He opened a Subspace and summoned Herseba. At the sight of the staff soaring through the air, Merin quickly grabbed at her skirt and ground her teeth.
“That perverted staff Areldelú…!”
“It’s not Areldelú anymore.”
Simon spread his palm with a satisfied smile.
“Let me introduce you. My new summon—a Lich named Herseba.”
[What are these little squirts.]
The group members jumped at the sound of Herseba’s voice.
“The, the staff is talking?”
“It’s a woman’s voice!”
[What’s the fuss about? First time seeing a talking staff?]
Herseba performed a graceful aerial somersault as she spoke. Merin looked at Simon.
“Wait, you said you made a Lich? Where’s the Lich? What’s this staff?”
“This staff is the Lich.”
????”
Simon explained the situation calmly and in full.
The Lich had been completed successfully, but during the synchronization process with the staff, the Lich’s consciousness transferred into the staff. The original body, while unable to move of its own volition like a vegetative state, still maintains a functional Life Vessel.
Moreover, when the body and staff remain close, the staff alone can wield Black Magic without any impediment.
“That’s insane!”
After hearing the full explanation, Dick tapped on the desk with an excited face.
“I mean, Black Magic’s always got crazy variables, but I’ve never heard of a case like this! So now you just make a dedicated Subspace like an Overlord does and guard the Lich’s body, right?”
“I’ve already talked to a Subspace master about it.”
Somehow, Herseba had settled onto Kamibarez’s lap. As she stroked the staff with a gentle hand and a pleased smile, Herseba made a contented sound.
[Yeah, that’s it. Right there under the grip! Rub that spot a little more, little one.]
“Aha! It’s like raising a cat.”
Merin rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought.
“It’s a power befitting a summoner—creating a Lich without depleting the caster’s Dark Element.”
“But now, who’s going to stop Simon?”
Dick chuckled as he spoke.
“He was already this strong with just his Overlord and Personal Guard, and now he’s equipped a whole new weapon!”
“Alright, alright! Enough chitchat! Stop talking and open your books.”
Merin spoke tersely and clapped her hands.
“We gathered here to study for the exam. Don’t lose sight of the goal.”
“Yes, Merin!”
[Oh! What? Why’d you stop petting me? Keep going!]

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With the final exams and advancement tests looming, the days at Kizen flew faster than ever.
First came the last match of the After-School BMAT.
Simon could have completed the Highest Combination with just green cards, but he was troubled by the fact that it fell under the Summoning Theme.
So he devised a strategy: cooperation with Sindy Vivache, a classmate who also needed yellow cards for her Summoning Theme. Their interests aligned perfectly, and the two entered the final BMAT together.
In the Summoning Theme matches, Sindy shone; in the Summoning Studies matches, Simon took the spotlight.
The result:
1st – Simon Polentia (25 points)
1st – Shatel Maer (25 points)
3rd – Merida Hue Ikel (16 points)
3rd – Glek Crow (16 points)
5th – Hector Moore (15 points)
With all seven cards of the rainbow spectrum plus the Golden Card, Simon had completed the Highest Combination.
Twenty-four points for the Highest Combination, plus one additional point for being selected as the top contributor on the siege defense team, for a total of twenty-five points. He’d secured first place, as expected.
And Shatel, the half-giant tied for first, had also earned twenty-five points—twenty-four for the Highest Combination plus one for a successful target player elimination.
It was a performance that truly lived up to both youths’ reputations.
Beyond them, most of the higher rankings were occupied by students who excelled across every subject without exception.
And so the fourth After-School BMAT, that great hurdle, had passed.
Now three things remained for the students.
The advancement test to second year.
The final exams.
And the practical assessments in each subject—gateways that had to be crossed for the two major upcoming events, headaches for every student these days.
Most students found themselves pulling all-nighters, exhausted and drained, but Simon’s situation was somewhat better.
The final practical assessment in Summoning Studies: <Creation of Magical Undead and Thesis>.
The final practical assessment in Blood Magic: <Manifestation of Dark Magic Related to the Heart>.
He could cover both of these final assessments in both subjects with his Lich alone.
He had confidence in the other subjects too. The Magical Combat practical assessment, <One-on-One Combat with Teaching Assistants>, was progressing smoothly as he developed his own unique Magical Combat style, including Touchpa.
And in Poison Magic, he’d made clear progress in the “Immune System” coursework, so he felt secure there.
Dark Reversal Magic was at a solid level overall, but his theoretical foundation had strengthened through the preparation for the Pentamonium Academic Conference, so he could hope for good results on the final exam.
For now, Simon had decided to focus on studying curses.
To score well on the final Curse Magic practical assessment, <Synergy Curse Using Three or More Curses>, he needed to master all four of Bahil’s curses and obtain the curse known as Compelonia.
Of the four great curses, Simon had currently mastered two.
The Curse of Painlessness—Indolence. It was a curse that delayed pain or injury temporarily, then divided it between himself and a chosen target in one moment.
The Curse of Hostility—Hostile. It was a curse that made two targets hostile toward each other.
For now, finding a common thread between these two curses was difficult. It seemed he’d need to master all four curses before any hints toward Compelonia would emerge.
‘Next is the Curse of Delusion.’
Unlike the other two curses he’d learned on his own, this one was considerably difficult.
He was wondering whether he should seek out Bahil.
“Simon~”
When Simon turned his head, the soft scent of shampoo wafted over him.
Kamibarez, who’d been crouching beneath the desk, peeked her head up over the table surface with a bright smile.
“We should head to the next class!”
“Oh.”
So absorbed in his studies, Simon hadn’t noticed the time slipping away. He gathered his things and asked, “What’s the afternoon class again?”

Kamibarez answered with a radiant smile.
“Professor Walter’s Blood Magic class!”
“…I see.”
Victory after victory since Pentamonium. Even the creation of a Lich wielding mana and anomaly.
For Simon, to whom fortune had smiled in every way lately, the one thing showing no progress—the one nagging doubt—would be:
His investigation into Walter.
Simon had conducted several investigations with Dick and Kassan’s help, but hadn’t obtained the results he wanted.
The investigation into the blood coagulation injection components that he’d commissioned from Dick came back with results from Pentamonium scholars stating that ‘no threat whatsoever was found to human safety’ and ‘while efficacy may gradually diminish, there are no safety concerns’.
He’d requested the investigation because he found Walter’s recent Blood Coagulation Injections given to students suspicious, but instead, his own investigation had effectively validated the injection’s safety.
And the handwriting analysis—what Simon had considered the most decisive evidence.
Walter’s signature found in Walter’s Research Office.
The signature of Yuda, the High Priest of the Blood Heavenly Cult, found on the Sacred Federation Train.
If he could only prove these two signatures were made by the same person, Simon could contact Neftis immediately and have Walter arrested.
But.
[I can guarantee that these two signatures come from completely different people.]
The endorsement of Langoustin’s most credible handwriting expert. Once again, we had only evidence that Walter and Yuda were different people.
The final lead I’d asked Kassan to investigate: the connection to Baron Caron, who had ties to Walter, ended inconclusively when the Baron conveniently went missing in a shipping accident.
Kassan and the Thief Guild conducted their investigation keeping in mind that the accident might have been deliberate, but the day of the incident was marked by high waves and storms, which weakened any claims of foul play.
‘Tch.’
No evidence.
The Blood Coagulation Injection was safe.
Above all else, there was even evidence that Professor Walter of Blood Magic and Bishop Yuda of the Blood Heavenly Cult were not the same person.
At this point, even Simon was confused. He began to wonder if all his suspicions about Professor Walter had been nothing but his own delusion.
In truth, Simon had no decisive proof either—most of his suspicion stemmed from his own gut feeling.
Yet despite this, Simon refused to let go of the thought that Walter was a suspicious person, and so he continued to refuse the injection.
-If that’s what you believe, then so be it. I can’t force you.
Even in response to Simon’s refusal, Walter smiled and respected his choice. On top of that, he occasionally showed Simon various considerate gestures, even though he hadn’t received the injection.
With no evidence emerging, there was nothing else to be done. He decided to focus more on his studies and training for the time being.
As it stood, he was only succeeding in suspecting an innocent person.
“Professor Walter is taking today off due to health issues.”
When Simon entered the classroom for Blood Magic, the senior teaching assistant made that announcement.
Bursts of cheers erupted from male students scattered throughout the room, but several female students shot them reproachful glances.
“You all lack any sense of consideration. Seriously.”
Merin said the same, whistling, and lightly tapped Dick on the crown of his head with a textbook. Dick yelped and grabbed the back of his head.
“You don’t like it but you still hit me!”
“Keep your manners in check, you thoughtless thing!”
Kamibarez folded her hands together with a worried expression.
“Professor Walter has been coughing a lot lately, so I’m a bit concerned.”
“He’ll recover soon enough.”
Merin said so. Simon nodded in agreement and was gathering his belongings when—
“Oh! That’s right. Do you all know what’s happening?”
Dick suddenly popped up and slung his arm around Simon’s neck.
“The Shamime Festival is tomorrow.”
“I know.”
Simon nodded.
“Is there anyone who doesn’t know about that?”
Merin offered a jab.
Shamime was the Dark Alliance’s largest festival and one of its public holidays—a day to honor the restless spirits of the deceased.
“We got the dress code last week!”
Kamibarez exclaimed with excitement.
“Yeah, the dress is a bit bothersome. Right in the middle of exam season, annoying. I’ll just wear something I already have, right?”
Even as Merin said this, she was quite eager—having ordered an expensive dress three weeks before the Shamime Festival.
“But listen.”
Dick grinned.
“They’re announcing the Duel Evaluation during the Shamime event.”
“Oh, the Duel Evaluation? It’s about time we had one.”
Merin spoke without much interest.
“I’ll just grab an easy win and move on. It’s a decent event to test my strength before the Advancement Exam.”
‘Finally!’
Meanwhile, Simon’s mouth curled upward in unbridled delight.
Herseba’s debut match! A Duel Evaluation in the Top Squad would be more than sufficient.
“No, wait. This isn’t just an ordinary Duel Evaluation! This time it might even be a Designation Match.”
“Say that again.”
All four of them spun around in surprise.
A massive figure had emerged from somewhere, its two eyes gleaming brightly.
“You’re not lying, are you?”
Hector glared at Simon with blazing eyes.

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