Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 379

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 379
Befitting the nature of an academic presentation, Simon explained Herseba through scholarly concepts.
The nature of the heart—the core material of a Lich—the formulas and Rune Language of the Summoning Magic Circle, and the structure and properties of the Life Vessel.
What captured the audience’s attention most was the combination of the Autonomous Action Staff, Areldelú, and Herseba itself.
Even Aaron was taken aback by the notion that a Lich’s consciousness had transferred into an artifact.
“It’s certainly uncommon.”
“Lich creation has so much variability.”
“The fusion of an Autonomous Action Staff and a Lich is worth studying properly. It’s a method that could substantially reduce the risks inherent in Lich-making.”
The researchers were busy transcribing every word Simon spoke. For Simon, who had always been the one taking notes, it was a somewhat unfamiliar experience.
In any case, since this was a Summoning Studies class, Simon drew on his experience at the Pentamonium Academic Conference and focused especially on explaining the academic aspects. There simply wasn’t time to cover the three distinct Powers that Herseba wielded, or the detailed specifications of the Mummy.
And so the presentation ended.
Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap!!
Thunderous applause erupted. Simon bowed respectfully to the audience and nodded to Aaron as well.
While everyone was cheering.
“Even geniuses know how to make a presentation sing.”
“I guess geniuses really are different? They’re born differently than we are.”
“I wish I’d been born a genius too~”
From a corner of the classroom, remarks that carried a somewhat cutting edge were exchanged.
A handful of Summoning Studies aspirants from Class A had been viewing Simon with disfavor ever since the Skeleton Mage lesson.
A professor’s “attention” is practically an asset for students. But rumors had spread that Simon had deployed a Skeleton Mage during class to pressure Aaron and even extracted private tutoring in Life Vessels—all of it widely circulated.
“I’m envious~”
“Honestly, who couldn’t excel with one-on-one tutoring from Professor Kizen?”
“Special Case Number One is Neftis’s pick anyway. They’d look after Simon out of deference to Neftis if nothing else.”
Just as the tone of the criticism was rising higher.
“No, wait!”
A voice suddenly interjected into the conversation.
“Don’t say that about Simon if you don’t even know him!”
It was none other than Toto.
His voice was drowned out by the tumultuous cheering echoing all around, but Toto had spoken quite loudly. The faces of the Summoning Studies aspirants turned cold.
“Are you talking to us?”
When one of the female students stared at him intently, Toto’s face rapidly crumpled.
“What’s a nobody doing butting in?”
“Isn’t he in the same club as Simon anyway?”
“Wow—already trying to ride his coattails? What does being close to Simon make you?”
Toto waved his hands in flustered confusion.
“I, I didn’t mean anything like that. It’s just that Simon……!”
Clap!
Then Aaron clapped his hands loudly, dampening the boisterous cheering.
“Well done.”
Aaron spoke up.
“Lich summoning is a mass of variables. Change just one of the three key components, and the nature of the finished product shifts drastically. I don’t think there’s much for me to criticize. From the formulas and Rune Language perspective, there were no points worth objecting to. But what I wanted to say is—”
Aaron’s gaze shifted from Simon to another student.
“Setting aside the content of the thesis, how was Simon’s presentation itself?”
As if on cue, one hand shot up eagerly. It was Jamie, the class representative.
“It was extremely polished!”
“Right.”
Aaron nodded.
“I’m not talking about the level of the thesis right now. Simon attended the Pentamonium Academic Conference last month. He wrote a thesis before you did and presented in front of many people before you did. That small gap in experience—that’s what produces a result like this.”
Aaron glanced around the room once.
“Is there anyone here who’s raised their hand to challenge Pentamonium?”
…
The classroom fell silent. Several students lowered their heads.
“Simon’s presentation wasn’t polished because he’s a genius. Like that, everything in this world has cause and effect, and reason.”
The students looked at Aaron with slightly bewildered eyes. What was he suddenly trying to say?
“While others rested, he built Mages. While others were building Mages, he was preparing Liches. There’s nothing more pathetic than turning a blind eye to the effort required to push ahead and reducing everything to the difference in talent, demeaning it all.”
Aaron’s gaze fell precisely on three students. At those words, the faces of the Summoning Studies aspirants who had disparaged Simon moments before flushed crimson with shame.
The other spectators’ eyes followed Aaron’s and turned toward those three.
“Hey! You lot were gossiping about Simon again?”
Claudia Menjiis was the first to jump to her feet.
“You guys really…….”
Jamie sent a pitying glance his way.
“If you’re so jealous of Aaron’s tutoring, then ask him for lessons beyond the regular curriculum too. But you don’t want to put in the work, you want the rewards anyway, and you’re nothing but complaints—just running your mouth all day long.”
Sindy Vivache cut them down with ruthless precision.
They flinched.
The three students felt a murderous killing intent prickling at their backs, and they stiffened, spinning around.
From the shadows at the back of the classroom, Hector lay sprawled with his eyes gleaming coldly.
“……Worthless vermin.”
From Hector’s perspective—a man grinding himself to bone trying to catch up to Simon—they were exactly the kind of humans he despised most.
“You lot. Find me after class, yeah?”
Merin flickered her fingers with a smile, but her mouth was bright while a deep shadow pooled across her forehead.
“Quiet!”
At Aaron’s bark, all eyes snapped back to the podium.
“Final exams, practical assessments, BMAT, advancement tests—yes, I know you’re busy with the academic calendar. But if you only do what everyone else does, you’ll never be different from anyone else. Understand that.”
“Yes, sir!!”
“Simon Polentia.”
Aaron turned his head, finally looking at Simon.
“A+.”
“Ah—thank you so much!”
Applause erupted immediately. The other students’ eyes, fixed on Simon who had just earned the highest marks, shone with a bright gleam.
……
And in a corner of the observation deck.
Chehekl, the senior teaching assistant in Curse Magic who had slipped in on Bahil’s orders, was clapping even as surprise flickered across her face.
‘Did Professor Aaron really just say something like that?’
Chehekl, who had spent time as a teaching assistant herself, had watched Aaron for quite a long while.
Words about challenges, about effort—they were words the Aaron of early last semester, hollowed out and depleted, could never have spoken.
‘Simon’s positive influence has completely transformed Professor Aaron’s negative tendencies.’
She smiled softly, resting her chin in her hand. Then she exhaled quietly.
‘……Will that child be able to change our mad professor too?’

* * *
“Remarkable! Absolutely remarkable! Truly excellent! Simon!”
Curse Magic class.
The final practical assessment presentation: <Curse Synergy Utilizing Three or More Curses>.
An excited Bahil was explaining how perfect and elegant Simon’s theory was, spraying saliva as he spoke.
And Simon stood there looking rather embarrassed, scratching the side of his head.
‘Somehow I managed to master up to four curses.’
The Indolence Curse.
The Hostile Curse.
The Delusion Curse.
The Waker Curse.
The day after Simon completed these four curses was when the presentation was scheduled.
With no choice, he postponed creating Compellonia and instead extracted formulas from each of the four curses—doing what he could manage—to construct a single synergistic curse.
Since all four formulas were mental-type curses, they shared a common element.
It was the presence of an arousal formula affecting the central nervous system. So by blending these four formulas appropriately and maximizing the arousal effect, he had presented a unified formula—and Bahil, appearing thoroughly satisfied, was now lavishing praise upon him.
“Truly exceptional! Of course, the grading criterion is ‘curse synergy,’ but the creative arrangement of four curse formulas alone gives you more than enough reason to earn an A+.”
“Thank you!”
Simon bowed his head respectfully.
And behind the podium, Chehekl, who had just inscribed Simon’s A+ grade into the record list, lifted her head to look at Bahil.
‘He’s practically beaming.’
The fact that Simon had created an original curse magic circle seemed to have put Bahil in an excellent mood.
Not that Chehekl disagreed—the synergy composition was genuinely inventive. Fundamentally, this was a student whose perspective on Dark Magic itself was creative.
Psst. Psst.
Then Bahil caught her eye with a gesture. Chehekl let out a heavy sigh, rose from her seat, and quietly approached Simon.
“Simon.”
“Oh, yes, teaching assistant.”
Simon straightened his posture respectfully.
“Professor Bahil asks that you come to the Research Office after class for a moment.”
“Understood. I’ll head right up.”
Chehekl withdrew, and Dick, Merin, and Kamibarez stared intently at Simon.
“Hmm, looks like a direct disciple offer.”
Merin decided firmly.
“B-but! Simon, you’re thinking about being Professor Aaron’s direct disciple!”
Kamibarez spoke in alarm.
“If you’re going to turn it down, recommend me instead.”
Dick pointed to himself without shame.
“He wouldn’t be calling me just because of the direct disciple thing.”
Since I’d learned all four of Bahil’s curses, I suspected he was finally going to teach me that mysterious technique—Compellonia.

* * *
Simon’s prediction was exactly right.
Summoned to Bahil’s Research Office, Simon was finally taught Compellonia.
Having naturally absorbed the core formulas while studying the other four curses, the difficulty of acquiring it wasn’t particularly high.
“Simon, did I explain what Compello is before?”
Still basking in the afterglow of his earlier presentation, Bahil smiled with satisfaction as he asked.
“Yes, Professor! You said it was the realm of absolute truth that great Necromancers occasionally experience.”
“You remember it well. That’s right. Have you used it recently, by any chance?”
Bahil’s eyes held a hint of quiet anticipation as he asked.
Simon thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers with an “Ah!”
“I think a little bit of it went in when I created that Lich!”
Pop.
On Bahil’s laughing face, only his brow twitched.
Chehekl, bringing coffee, couldn’t hold back her laughter and let out a soft “Pfft!”
“Ahem! Professor, Simon. Coffee for you.”
“Thank you.”
Simon bowed respectfully and took a light sip.
The coffee in this Research Office was indeed sweet, as always.
“You’ll have an experience incomparable to opening Compello on your own.”
Bahil returned to the main topic.
“However, there is one condition to using Compellonia.”
“A condition?”
Bahil nodded.
“The first use of Compellonia is what matters most. When you first cross that ‘gate,’ what you feel and what you realize—that is the essence. Those whose first use goes wrong can become crippled.”
Simon swallowed hard.
“Then when would be a good time to use it?”
“A crisis.”
Bahil answered immediately.
“When you face the most desperate moment of your entire life—when your life is in danger and all avenues are blocked, when you’ve reached such utter despair that prayer to heaven is your only hope—use Compellonia then, trusting in me.”
The corners of his mouth lifted.
“Then this curse will deliver the answer to you, Simon.”
“Ah, I understand.”
“Remember this: arrange every other option, and use it only as your absolute last resort.”
“I will remember.”
With that, Simon bowed his head and left the Research Office.
Bahil quietly picked up the tobacco pipe resting on the desk and brought it to his lips.
Whoooosh.
Pale smoke filled the room.
“Chehekl.”
“Yes, Professor.”
Chehekl stood before him in a respectful posture.
Bahil cast his gaze out the window for a moment, then spoke in a chilling tone.
“For Simon, what would be a good absolute crisis where his life hangs in the balance?”

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