Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 382

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Episode 382
One week remained until the Promotion Exam. Simon threw himself into intensive training.
Whenever his Dark Element ran dry, he would visit the home of Parahan, the professor of Holy Defense.
The plants and barrier here drew in the Holiness drifting through the air and held it fast so it wouldn’t escape beyond the boundary—making it ideal for practicing Holy Power without drawing unwanted attention.
“Akalion! Wake up!”
At Simon’s command, the small bear-shaped Akalion became engulfed in Holiness and transformed into a bristling monster bear. Simon activated one of the Holy Magic Circles drawn across Akalion’s body.
“Run!”
Akalion charged forward, kicking up clouds of dust, then leaped high into the air.
Simon kept his focus locked on the Holy Magic Circle. The Holiness flowing from it stretched out rapidly and coiled around Akalion’s front paws.
Crash!
The descending blow shattered a massive boulder.
“Excellent!”
Simon beamed. Akalion roared toward the sky like thunder in response.
He couldn’t neglect White Magic either. As a self-proclaimed aspirant of Divine Beast studies, he was training diligently.
Meow!
Meow! Rawr!
The kitten spectators threw out a few tiny punches with their miniature paws, then tumbled backward right where they stood.
Simon laughed loudly at the sight.
“Ha ha! You wanted to try too?”
Simon hoisted Hayangyi and Kkamangi into the air.
For months their size hadn’t changed, but their horns had grown a little—now visible above their fur. They were divine beasts, after all.
“When will you grow into proper Divine Beasts and help me out?”
Simon breathed Holiness into the two kittens’ bodies and gently tossed them skyward.
The kittens rose through the air wrapped in brilliant light, their forms wavering and blurring.
Flash!
Then they returned to normal and dropped softly to the ground.
Meow! Meowwww!
‘Fun! Do it again!’
The kittens bounded about, demanding that Simon use his Holiness on them again and again.
Each time he tossed them up with a surge of power, they scampered back for more; each time he complied, they came running again.
“All right, that’s enough. I’m exhausted.”
With both his Dark Element and Holiness depleted, Simon collapsed onto the grass. Hayangyi climbed onto his head and tousled his hair, while Kkamangi scratched at his school uniform in the shade beneath his legs.
The accumulated fatigue from Final Exam preparation made an afternoon nap desperately appealing. Simon turned his head.
“Come back, Akalion.”
As Simon withdrew Akalion’s Holiness, the muscular bear’s body deflated like a punctured balloon and shrank back into a small stuffed bear toy.
Whimper!
The moment the kitten siblings saw the shrunk Akalion, they lit up as if they’d been waiting for this very moment and bounded after him.
“Sorry. Just play with them for a bit.”
Mournful whimper!
Akalion, fleeing from the kittens, let out a cry full of resentment.

* * *
All first-year students of Kizen entered intensive preparation for the Promotion Exam.
After the Final Exam, all courses shifted to abbreviated sessions. The professors boldly skipped lectures and textbook material, instead putting students through elemental training they could apply in dungeons.
And in Byeol-Ya’s research office.
“Squeaky, I never thought you’d come looking for me.”
The research office, which had been a pigsty before, was now spotlessly organized. Trash had been sorted and bundled neatly, and every speck of dust and stain had been wiped clean.
In the center of it all stood Dick, dressed in a maid’s cleaning outfit, wiping sweat from his brow with a satisfied smirk.
“My word.”
Byeol-Ya chuckled and walked over to her now-immaculate workspace, flopping down into her seat.
Dick quickly followed and offered her a bottle of liquor in an elegant ceramic vessel. He then uncorked it himself and poured a glass.
“What is this?”
“Just take a sip and see.”
Dick spoke with confidence. Byeol-Ya tilted her head curiously, lifted the glass, and took a sip.
!!
Her eyes widened in surprise, and immediately she drained the glass in one go. Then, without pausing, she grabbed the remaining bottle and gulped it down entirely.
Ahh!
She let out a satisfied laugh like an old man, her closed eyes betraying a fleeting nostalgia that flickered across her face.
“Squeaky. Where did you get this?”
Dick grinned.
“The nomadic tribes of the steppes are said to have a fondness for a special Mare Milk Liquor. Professor Hong Peng mentioned it to me!”
“……Clever thing.”
On Rocksum, far removed from the steppes where she had lived, such an item was worth its weight in gold.
She wiped the corner of her mouth and spoke.
“What do you want?”
At once Dick bent at the waist and rubbed his palms together eagerly.
“Haha! I’m not doing this for a reward—I just wanted to ask for some advice!”
“Go on.”
“I’m best at information warfare, you see. My specialty is exploiting an opponent’s weaknesses and finding their breaking point. But in a dungeon, creatures unknown to the continent could emerge, right?”
“That’s true!”
“What should I do in a place where I have no advance intelligence?”
“Pure strength.”
Byeol-Ya, her cheeks flushed with alcohol, bared her crooked teeth.
“In those moments, you have no choice but to rely on the pure power of yourself.”
“I’m rather weak in that area.”
Click!
Byeol-Ya stood from her seat, draping her outer robe over her shoulders, and gestured.
“Come on, what are you waiting for? Follow me, now.”
A smile played at Dick’s lips.
“Yes, Professor!”

* * *
“I’m starting. Kamibarez!”
“Ready! Merin!”
As Merin swung her arms wide, a vast expanse of icy wind unfurled, filling the space before them.
It was as though an ice lion were opening its jaws and bearing down upon them.

Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash!
With Merin’s magical circle transformation formula woven in, shards of ice cascaded upon Kamibarez alongside the blizzard itself.
“Hup!”
Kamibarez retreated while curling her left hand like a gun, firing Blood Bullets in rapid succession. The power was diminished, but the recoil stabilized smoothly, and she struck down each fragment that flew toward her with precision.
Crack!
Soon she planted herself in place, spinning her body around, then activated a completed magical circle in her right palm.

Whoooosh!
A vortex of blood surged forward and crashed against the ice wind. Blood droplets and shards of ice scattered in all directions.
As this fierce battle raged on.
“Wow~”
At the glass window of a building several hundred meters away.
A girl with silver hair pressed both her palms and face flat against the pane, watching intently.
“They’re all fighting so well! Go, go, go~!”
“…….”
And Kassan, who gazed upon the girl with an expressionless face, habitually scratched at the scar that marred his eye.
“It has been some time since you returned to Kizen. Neftis.”
“Mm!”
Neftis bounced away from the window and settled onto the sofa.
“I’ve been swamped with work lately!”
“I hear the Sacred Federation’s provocations at the border are escalating.”
“It’s manageable for now~ How are you finding school, Kassan? Having fun?”
Kassan let out a heavy sigh. The strength drained from the finger scratching his scar.
“I want to focus on my duties, but keeping up with the assignments the school assigns is overwhelming.”
“Mm~!”
“That’s not an answer. Could you not create an environment where I can focus on my duties?”
Neftis shook her head firmly.
“No, no! If I do that, the faculty will figure out which spy I planted!”
“…….”
“You know you can’t fail two years in a row? This time you have to pass to second year no matter what. That’s the mission.”
Kassan made a strained sound. Neftis merely laughed with an innocent face.
“Anyway.”
Whoosh.
Kassan slid a document across the table.
“If the ruler of the Dark Alliance has time to meet with a mere agent, perhaps you could spare a moment to look this over.”
“What is it?”
“A matter Simon requested I investigate. He suspects Walter, the professor who’s replaced Silaji.”
Neftis blinked rapidly, then picked up the document and began reading through it.
“Walter? Headquarters verified him thoroughly—even cast a Mental System Curse to be thorough.”
“Do you trust their work?”
“Trust them? Ha! Not a chance!”
As she read, her expression shifted to confusion.
“Huh? Wait—is this supposed to be incriminating? Blood Coagulation Injection shows no abnormalities. Handwriting verification shows no abnormalities. That’s all it says?”
“These aren’t incriminating documents. I brought everything we have on Walter.”
“So they run their verification and still come up empty—figures.”
Neftis tossed the papers down dismissively.
“Then what’s your reason for suspecting Walter?”
“I was investigating a suspect connected to Walter: Karon. He vanished at sea during a storm while crossing by ship.”
“Right. And?”
“The deeper I dug into his death, the more inconsistencies surfaced.”
Purchases unrecorded in the family ledgers.
Evidence the family warehouse had been rented out to outsiders.
A Monster Farm operated for Heart Collection—despite Karon not being a Necromancer.
Servants testified that mysterious figures came and went from the mansion.
And worst of all—a week before the storm swept him away, his wife testified he was gripped by terror, saying over and over that he would die soon, that death was coming.
“But these are traces, not records. Testimonies, not evidence. The weight isn’t substantial enough, and connecting it to Walter feels forced.”
“I agree.”
Neftis swung her short legs back and forth idly.
“So why bring it up to me if you already know how weak it is?”
“Grant me investigation authority.”
“Mm—you know investigating a Kizen professor on this evidence alone is out of the question, right?”
“Unofficial Investigation Authority would suffice.”
“If that’s all you need, then fine.”
Neftis rested her chin on her hand and nodded slowly.
“If something’s bothering you, might as well put it to rest. Give it a try. You have good instincts.”
At that, Kassan bowed respectfully.
“Thank you.”

* * *
The next day.
Kassan quietly summoned one of Walter’s teaching assistants—the newest one.
“W-what’s this about, student?”
The summoned teaching assistant looked flustered.
No matter that this was a Kizen student, having a first-year order around a teaching assistant was audacious, to say the least.
“I need your cooperation on a matter.”
“…I beg your pardon?”
A vein pulsed visibly at her temple with a sharp flick.
‘I’m quitting this job someday, I swear I am.’
She was sick of dealing with the thoughtless prattle of these aristocratic brats without a shred of manners.
But as someone accustomed to such treatment in her role as teaching assistant, she maintained a professional smile and spoke.
“Student, if you have questions, please visit the department office and follow proper procedure—”
“This isn’t a matter for proper procedure.”
Kassan rummaged in his pocket and held up a memo-pad note with the confidence of a search warrant.
Childish doodles were scrawled across it—flowers, trees, clouds—clearly the work of a young child.
“This… this is ridiculous, student.”
The teaching assistant’s face flushed red as she trembled.
Without a word, Kassan pointed to the bottom of the doodles.

And there, unmistakably, was Neftis’s own signature.
The teaching assistant had been about to protest angrily, but the moment she saw the signature, she froze. She stared at it, then stared again.
The childish art style was undeniable.
Yet the signature below bore a meticulous, elegant hand.
And upon closer inspection, that signature was suffused with a Dark Element—its sinister, overwhelming presence unmistakably genuine.
The Teaching Assistant’s face went pale as he stammered out his response.
“Y-yes, of course! Whatever you command, I’ll do it!”
Having secured the Teaching Assistant’s trust, Kassan finally explained his plan.
There wasn’t much to it—it was simple enough.
“All you need to do is obtain Professor Walter’s signature using this Quill Pen.”
Kassan opened a black case, revealing a single quill fashioned from raven feathers.
“…What is this?”
“It looks like an ordinary quill, but it’s actually an Artifact. It has one effect.”
Kassan continued in a grave tone.
“No matter what you try to write, this pen will only ever write the bearer’s own name.”
To help her understand the task, Kassan handed her the quill and had her write something—anything at all.
She pressed hard to write down today’s menu she was craving, but what appeared on the paper was her own name: “Amiret Mashani.”
“Wow…! That’s incredible.”
“Now let me explain the plan.”
Currently, Neftis had mobilized Kizen headquarters and unleashed a avalanche of work on Walter. He was buried in his Research Office, drowning in paperwork.
That’s when the Teaching Assistant would go in and get Walter’s signature while he was swamped. Walter would write his own name.
If Walter wrote his actual name—”Walter Han”—then he was innocent.
But if a different name appeared, then Walter had deceived everyone about his name and identity to infiltrate Kizen. An official investigation by Kizen headquarters would become possible.
In any case, Kassan’s goal was to escalate Walter to an official investigation. Of course, if the name “Yuda” appeared, that would be even better—it would confirm Simon’s suspicions entirely.
“Does Professor Walter tend to pay close attention when signing?”
“Oh, no. He just scribbles away without even looking.”
“Good. If anything goes wrong, use this signal.”
Kassan paused briefly in thought, then spoke the code word.
“Use ‘Wine.'”
“Yes, understood.”
The Teaching Assistant gathered the documents and the quill and headed for Walter’s Research Office.
She followed the orders of her superiors, though she was puzzled about why they needed to investigate Walter in secret.
‘If this proves Professor Walter’s innocence, then it doesn’t matter why they’re doing it.’
Even Kassan, who was leading the investigation, didn’t seem to hold much hope. What could you possibly learn from someone writing their name, anyway?
She approached Walter’s Research Office with a lighter heart.
Cough, cough!
She heard coughing from beyond the door. Walter hadn’t been well lately.
“Professor Walter, it’s the junior Teaching Assistant. May I come in?”
“Ah, yes, come in. Cough!”
She opened the door to find Walter buried under a mountain of documents, scrawling signatures frantically.
Exactly as Kassan had described.
“What brings you here? I’m rather busy at the moment……”
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry to bother you! It’s the quarterly accounting ledger, and we can’t process it without your signature.”
She set the document and quill on his desk and slid them toward him.
Walter glanced lightly at the document’s title, and without suspicion, he signed the final page with the quill she’d handed him and passed it back.
“There you are.”
His chestnut-colored hair, intelligent glasses, and the gentle smile he offered her despite the deluge of work bearing down on him—
It was a face she saw regularly, and yet it never grew tiresome.
The Teaching Assistant took the file and quill from him, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
“Thank you so much, Professor!”
Just as she was hurrying toward the door—
“Amiret Mashani.”
She turned. Walter was smiling most charmingly.
“You’ve worked hard today as well.”
“Oh, thank you!”
Yes! He’d called her by her name!
She felt as though she might float away. Walter gave her one more smile before returning to his paperwork. The soft scratching of his pen resumed.
‘How could they possibly suspect someone so straightforward? What, are they just looking down on a new professor?’
The Teaching Assistant grumbled inwardly as she lifted the document from the file.
It was part of her duty to verify that all signatures were in place.
As she slowly turned through the pages, one question suddenly struck her.
Flutter—
When had Professor Walter learned her full name?
Flutter—
At the first introductory gathering, the Teaching Assistants had only mentioned their names in passing as a group. After that, she’d simply been known as the junior.
Do you have a good memory?
Flip—
An ill omen.
It always struck without warning.
She couldn’t explain why. Her hand trembled as she turned the page, and the paper felt like the very measure of her own lifespan slipping away.
Flip—
At last, the final page.
As the document continued to turn, only one letter was visible at first.
-ji
She couldn’t yet make out what it meant.
-ra
The document opened further, and the second letter came into view.
It was then.
She felt something go terribly wrong. Kassan’s voice echoed in her mind.
-Whichever way, this is a quill pen that writes only the owner’s name.
At last, the page turned completely.
Walter’s signature became clear before her eyes.
It read:
-Silaji Bisabar.
A nightmare.
Gooseflesh erupted across her skin. Her blood froze solid. She opened her mouth in a silent scream.
‘No, no… Professor Walter is… Professor Silaji?’
Like a broken doll, she jerked her head around and looked back.
Walter, who had been working distractedly buried in documents,
……
was now staring at her with eyes that turned her blood cold.
Terror seized her—the kind that stopped breath itself.
“Is something the matter, Assistant Amiret?”
His icy expression melted into a smile.
She had to leave. She had to get out.
She had to escape this place at once.
“Ah, a-ah! It’s nothing at all, Professor! Then I’ll just be going—!”
The moment she spun around and tried to bolt from Walter’s Research Office,
Drip.
A drop of blood fell onto the documents in her hands.
Drip. Drip.
As the droplets spread, the papers bloomed crimson.
She was bleeding.
Nosebleed dripped from her nose—
and then she realized that her eyes were weeping blood, and blood was seeping from her ears as well.
“You were always like that.”
A voice she’d never heard from Walter before, yet somehow terribly familiar, drifted out.
“Too curious for your own good. Rest now.”
Her consciousness sank into a deep and suffocating darkness.

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