Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 370

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius, Chapter 370
The Designation System Duel Evaluation—where you could choose your opponent directly.
For Hector, this was no trivial matter to let slide.
“No, you startled me! When did you get here?”
Dick, caught off guard, scrambled backward with surprising speed.
Hector’s piercing gaze bore down on him from above.
“Speak, you wretch. Is this information solid?”
“What would I do if it were solid?”
Then Merin stepped forward, tightening her eyes with resolve.
“If it’s the Designation System, you choosing Simon is inevitable—but who Simon chooses is his own decision.”
“Y-you’re right!”
Kamibarez gathered her courage too, nodding vigorously.
“Hector! So you were here?”
“What are you talking about?”
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
At once, Hector’s scattered faction converged on the spot.
Just as they moved to provide backup—
“That’s enough. This is personal business.”
Hector himself raised a hand, stopping them in their tracks.
“It’s fine.”
Simon too dismissed his teammates and stepped forward.
The two of them faced off.
…….
The students around them swallowed hard. The sight of these two together always conjured an almost unbearable tension.
Just as Hector opened his mouth to speak—
“Right, I understand.”
Thud.
Simon’s single sentence froze everyone mid-motion.
“If this duel evaluation really is the Designation System like Dick said, you’re planning to choose me, aren’t you?”
Hector’s voice dropped to an icy chill.
“Obviously.”
“Fine. When my turn comes, I’ll choose you too.”
Hector’s eyes flew wide. At this unforeseen turn, Dick, Merin, and Kamibarez all spun around to stare at Simon in shock.
‘Yeah, fighting Hector here and now—that wouldn’t be a bad idea.’
He’d known all along that Hector kept hungering for another bout with him.
Until now, though, he’d found Hector troublesome enough to avoid him. The man was reckless enough to pick a fight in the middle of downtown Langoustin, and squabbles with him so often ended up splashing collateral damage onto his other teammates that Simon had simply preferred to steer clear of him altogether.
But this time was different.
‘I need to test Herseva.’
Before the advancement exam, he had to calibrate the newly acquired Ability of Herseva—figure out whether it could truly be deployed in actual combat.
Fighting a weak opponent wouldn’t do. And Hector was a strong contender, easily surpassing the level of most Special Admission Students. He seemed like a good match to draw out Herseva’s full power.
Hector too regarded Simon with an expression of mild surprise, but a moment later, Simon smiled and extended his hand.
“I hope we can have a good fight that helps us both. Thanks, Hector.”
…….
Hector did not take that hand.
He held his mouth shut, studying Simon’s eyes as if trying to read his true intent.
Finally—
“……You presumptuous bastard.”
His true colors emerged, teeth bared.
“Were you planning to use me as a test subject?”
!
Simon flinched as if his real thoughts had been laid bare. Meanwhile, Dick beside him propped his head on his arm and let out a lazy drawl.
“Ah, so what? Accept and he complains~ refuse and he complains~”
“Of course I’ll accept the match. But it seems you’re taking this fight with me too lightly.”
Hector’s eyes kindled with something sinister.
“I’ll make sure this becomes a grueling, agonizing battle for you. And by the end, I’ll have you writhing under a crushing sense of helplessness and defeat.”
Flutter!
With only those words left hanging, Hector turned on his heel and walked away, his school uniform coat flaring behind him. His faction trailed after him in a rush.
As the tension dissipated, Simon exhaled slowly.
“What’s his problem?”
Merin’s expression turned incredulous.
“The whole point of a Duel Evaluation is to test your new capabilities against your peers, isn’t it? What do you think you’re doing?”
Simon scratched the side of his head and squinted one eye shut.
“……This time, it feels like Hector landed a hit on me.”
“What?”
“This Duel Evaluation. I really need to prepare properly. I’m going now.”
Simon gathered his bag and left. The three of them exchanged glances, their expressions distinctly bewildered.
“Are all boys like that?”
Merin spoke with obvious confusion.
“Not all of them.”
Dick shrugged.
“But Dick! If the Duel Evaluation really is going to use the Designation System, how does it actually work? How do you nominate someone and get nominated?”
Dick shook his head at Kamibarez’s question.
“I don’t know.”
“What?!”
Merin’s voice rose.
“You just said it was a Designation System!”
“It might be a Designation System. I just heard rumors about it.”
“You absolute idiot! Isn’t this the biggest disaster happening right now? You’ve gone and pumped them up—how are you going to handle the aftermath?”
Dick slipped his hands into his pockets and shrugged noncommittally.
“Come on~ when have I ever worried about that sort of thing? What matters is the order. I’m curious how this is going to play out.”

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That curiosity didn’t linger long.
The very next day brought the Shamayim Festival event.
The entire 1st Year class—the largest cohort—filled the Grand Hall.
While students enjoyed a banquet in elegant tuxedos and dresses, the announcer delivered a shocking revelation.
“Tomorrow’s Duel Evaluation will begin with the Designation System! The order of nominations will follow the rankings from the most recent after-school BMAT!”
Students who hadn’t been informed in advance began murmuring in confusion.
“What?”
“A Duel Evaluation out of nowhere?”
“But it’s supposed to be a ball tonight!”
Amid the chaos, Dick—who already knew—stifled his laughter, while Merin’s expression fell as she lamented having put effort into her dress.
“Puhaha! Ah! My apologies for laughing! I understand your feelings completely! I’ve been enduring this for three straight years!”
Today’s announcer was a 3rd Year student named Darel. He held an Amplification Crystal and spoke with biting sarcasm.
“Kizen really is ruthless. Throwing a Duel Evaluation into the Shamayim Festival is just the appetizer! You came to choose a dance partner but ended up picking a combat opponent! Just wait until you’re 2nd Years—they’ll do worse! But what’s the harm in saying this? I’m graduating soon, so what do I have to fear! Haha!”
“Darel.”
Announcer Darel flinched and turned around.
Sitting in a chair, Jane fixed him with a deadly glare.
“Consider that a warning.”
At her frigid tone, Darel quickly turned his gaze back to his cards.
“Ha! Haha! But there’s no doubt that Kizen is a great school that produces outstanding Necromancers year after year! Absolutely!”
Darel wiped cold sweat from his brow and picked up the cards bearing his script.
“When ordered, one must comply. Now then, let us begin the Designation System Duel Evaluation! The previous test scores were…… let’s see.”
Darel grinned and turned to face the younger students.
“Co-ranking first place: Simon Polentia and Shatel Maer. Come forward.”
As students murmured among themselves, the two boys with the highest after-school BMAT scores rose from their seats and made their way toward the stage of the Grand Hall.
“Hmm.”
Hector, watching this unfold, crossed his arms with a satisfied expression.
He and Simon had promised to nominate each other.
If the nomination order descended from the highest score downward, there would be no surprises.
“He was really impressive yesterday~”
A female student from Hector’s faction let out a hollow laugh, recalling yesterday’s events.
-Elisa Selin!! You will forfeit your duel against Simon Polentia!
-Kyaaaaaah! Mom!
“Can you believe it—a boy barging into the Female Dormitory like that.”
“Quiet.”
“Yes, yes.”
At Hector’s sharp command, her mouth snapped shut, though an amused smile lingered on her face.
As other students from the faction began giggling among themselves, Hector closed his eyes tightly and spoke as though offering an explanation.
“Elisa Selin held a grudge against Simon Polentia.”
In other words, it meant there was a risk that she would designate Simon in the Designation System duel evaluation.
“Wow, so you’ve been going around and roughing up all the students who look like they’d pick Simon Polentia?”
“Hector has his cute side too, you know.”
“Shut your mouth.”
The faction students burst into open laughter. Hector, for his part, watched Simon climb onto the platform with an expression more serious than anyone else’s, arms folded across his chest.
“Since it’s not my exam, I have to say this is quite entertaining! The Designation System duel evaluation in particular has the advantage of revealing the flow of various interpersonal relationships.”
Darel grinned and turned to address the first-year students behind him.
“In this rule, you must pick exactly one person from your own squad. We get to see who picks whom, who pays attention to whom, and who harbors grudges against whom. It’s fun! Isn’t it, juniors!”
At the third-year’s cry, the first-years snapped to attention with military discipline and shouted back.
“Yes, sir!”
Darel, whose natural charisma always shone through, cupped his ear and called out.
“Ah, your voices are too quiet!”
“YES, SIR!!!”
“Ah, there are no female students at Kizen! This time, only the female students!!”
“YES, SIRRR~!”
“Good, good!”
“Darel.”
Finally, Jane, who had been sitting in her chair, spoke. Darel’s body convulsed as if struck by lightning, and he spun around.
Jane was crooking her finger at him.
“P-Professor Jane! I promise I’ll be completely serious from now on!”
“We’ll see.”
Darel approached Jane with the expression of a condemned man, then stood at perfect attention before her, military discipline written across his face.
“Don’t you want to graduate?”
“N-No, I do!”
“Once you become a professional Necromancer, you think you won’t have to see my face?”
“No, I won’t think that!”
“I’m going to personally review every page of your graduation thesis from beginning to end.”
“Ah, please, Professor! Have mercy!”
For a moment, Jane comforted her student.
Though the third-years were already skilled enough to outmatch many active Necromancers, even among them Jane, the vice-principal, was an untouchable figure.
Finally, a chastened Darel shuffled back to the platform.
“S-Sorry. Let’s start again.”
He gave a simple explanation of the rules.
Based on the rankings of the recent After-School BMAT exam, they would proceed in descending order, with each student designating exactly one opponent from their own squad.
In cases where scores and rankings were tied, the detailed assessment indicators from the After-School BMAT results would be consulted to break the tie.
“Right now, Simon and Shatel are tied for first place.”
Darel took the document handed to him by his assistant and unfolded it with a crisp rustle.
“So we’ll determine the order by the sum of the detailed assessment indicators!”
In Simon’s case, he had made major contributions across multiple themes, including siege warfare and summoned creature defense, though he received help from Merin during the “Curse Writing” theme and unilateral support from Sindy Vivache during the “Necromancy” theme.
In contrast, Shatel had completed every exam entirely through his own strength from start to finish. Though it didn’t reflect in his official score, the detailed evaluation favored Shatel.
“Yes, that’s the case! So first, our giant-blooded junior Shatel Maer! Let’s see who he designates!”
The assistant offered Shatel the roster of Top Squad students, but he raised his palm, signaling his refusal.
“Then, Shatel, who will you designate……!”
Darel’s words stopped short.
The murmuring of the crowd stilled in an instant.
……!
Simon’s pupils wavered.
An unexpected turn.
Shatel’s large, thick finger was pointing directly at Simon himself.

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