Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 401

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 401
Simon and Bahil sat across from each other, conversing.
“I thought you’d gone with the students to the Advancement Exam.”
“My role was finished, so I returned. It seems Hector took first place.”
After exchanging a few brief pleasantries, Bahil cut straight to the point.
“How was it?”
“How was… what?”
“During this incident, you must have used Comfelonia. Isn’t that right?”
His voice dripped with anticipation. Simon hesitated a moment, then nodded.
“Yes. I used it.”
The moment those words left his lips—
Bahil’s face contorted in a strange way.
A smile. Pleasure. Ecstasy.
Simon flinched without meaning to. The man who was always so genteel and kind was now displaying something raw and unguarded.
“It’s done! Hahahahahaha!”
He burst into laughter at full volume.
His body twisted, spittle flew, and a sound like the cry of a demon poured from Bahil—a stranger now. Simon’s pupils trembled, that was all.
“Then you must have seen it too! The totality of all knowledge beyond the threshold!”
Consumed by excitement, he began spilling words in a rapid-fire torrent, gesturing wildly.
The words came so fast that Simon couldn’t catch every bit of it.
Bookshelves.
A library.
A librarian.
These phrases kept repeating over and over.
‘Something’s strange. I used Comfelonia and didn’t see those things.’
Bahil suddenly sprang to his feet.
“This is my ambition as well.”
His words came gleaming with madness.
“I will place a curse upon the world.”
“!”
A curse upon the world?
What was he talking about?
Simon instinctively closed his mouth and waited for the rest.
“Of course it won’t be easy. But if you and I join forces, it will be possible. A power that changes even the rules and laws of the world itself! That is truly—”
He opened his palm.
“The power to rule the world.”
The pace was so breakneck that it was hard to keep his wits about him.
Simon spoke.
“Do you wish to rule the world, Professor?”
“Hardly. I am a necromancer to my very bones. Politics and governance hold no interest for me. I’m merely curious to see how far I can reach in the time given to me. And.”
Bahil’s eyes blazed as he continued.
“If I place a curse upon the world, then a far more ideal society could be built.”
“…An ideal society?”
“For instance, I would place such a curse upon the world: ‘Death to murderers.’ Then countless tragedies like war and slaughter could be prevented.”
His expression absorbed, he pressed on.
“It would be possible to erase hypocrisy and falsehood. To eliminate hunger and poverty as well, of course. Utopia would be born. And we would become, in the truest sense—”
His voice rang out sweetly.
“The gods of this world.”
“……”
Simon closed his eyes.
He understood Bahil’s ambition well enough.
But his story had a hollow center.
Bahil had laid bare his values and ambitions—things that could be condemned—and he was certain that Simon would understand him. Certain of it.
Why?
“Professor.”
Simon opened his eyes.
“Now I understand clearly. It seems you and I are heading in different directions.”
At those words, Bahil’s expression turned to shock.
“Different from me? How could that be! How! Surely you didn’t lie about using Comfelonia!”
“I used it. That’s certain.”
“Then perhaps the Librarian of the Library could…!”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
Simon cut in, his words flowing on from there.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.”
Only then.
Bahil’s expression, wild with madness, contorted strangely, and the corners of his mouth trembled with a twitch, twitch.
“You didn’t go to the Librarian’s study…? Then what on earth did you see?”
“After I activated Comfelonia, the mental image I witnessed was darkness. And within it, a being that dwells there eternally, capable of doing all things yet choosing to do nothing.”
Simon continued in a monotone voice.
“It was something I could only describe as a ‘god.'”
Thud!
Bahil’s back struck the Medical Ward’s wall as he stumbled backward. He sank to the floor in a heap.
“You surpassed the study…? There was something beyond even that?”
Simon straightened his upper body rigidly.
“It’s true that I owe my life to the Comfelonia technique you taught me, Professor. You are my benefactor, and I am genuinely grateful. However.”
Simon bowed his head slightly, then looked up at him again.
“It seems the reason you taught me this technique wasn’t born solely of goodwill, after all.”
“…….”
“I intend to seal away Comfelonia from now on. And I will pretend I never heard this talk of ambition.”
And so Simon.
“I am truly sorry.”
Declined both Bahil’s offer to become his direct disciple and his proposal to major in Curse Magic.

* * *
Step. Step.
Bahil, having left Simon’s Medical Ward, stumbled toward his own Research Office.
His gait was abnormal, as though he were a heavy drinker staggering from drink.
‘I…was more certain of Simon Polentia than anyone else in this world.’
His arm trembled as though seized by a drug’s side effect.
‘Simon is a genius, Simon is outstanding—whenever I heard such talk, I scoffed at it. I was intoxicated with superiority. Simon is far more than that. The word “genius” is too cramped for him. Simon is someone who will change the paradigm itself! I alone in this entire world truly understand and recognize Simon’s value!’
As he walked forward unsteadily, he drove his fist into the wall with a bang.
‘And yet!’
His pupils trembled.
-It was something I could only describe as a ‘god.'”
Bahil clawed at his head with bloodshot eyes, scraping frantically. His scalp split under his sharp nails and bled, but he did not stop.
‘Even I…was underestimating that boy!’
There was a single flaw.
He had assumed Simon had simply gone to the study after opening the door of Comfelonia.
If Simon had gone to the study—that cradle of rationality—he would have perfectly understood that curses were the most efficient method to reshape the world, and would have come to align himself with Bahil’s ambition.
I alone could understand you.
And you alone could understand me.
Such a relationship should have come to pass.
But Simon had transcended even the study itself. He had likely surpassed multiple layers beyond it, gone to the very end, and actually witnessed that being with his own eyes.
And so a question arose.
Who exactly was Simon Polentia?
Was he truly human?
“Ha—hahahahahahahaha!!!”
Now even Bahil could not comprehend him.

* * *
Two days remained before the 1st Year students would return.
Though the exam’s first place was already confirmed, measuring the detailed scores and rankings of the lower-tier students took a bit longer, it seemed.
Simon was recovering in the Medical Ward. His goal was to be discharged by the time everyone returned, so he could participate in the advancement ceremony.
And.
‘Hector was first, they said.’
Simon had one final 1st Year event remaining.
Hector would never yield, whether Simon recovered or not. Of course, Simon himself felt a strong desire to settle the match with Hector before the year’s end.
And to defeat Hector at his peak without Herseba beside him.
‘Mastering Chaos is essential.’
Simon spread both hands open before him.
Simon had learned a new technique from Parahan. For hemorrhage patients in need of blood transfusion, he infused the blood with Holiness and sent it swiftly throughout the entire body—the Sacred Blood technique.
Opening his left palm and extracting blood through a Magic Circle, he threaded Holiness into it, and the crimson deepened into a soft rose.
Meanwhile, his right hand conjured a Cloud.
He drew both hands slowly toward the center.
Whissssssh!
Dark Element and Holiness were opposing forces, yet the Cloud and Sacred Blood made from them both traced back to Simon’s SM-1 as their foundation. The two energies tangled and shifted like a turbulent tempest.
The two conflicting powers, seesawing back and forth, finally coalesced into a single sphere. The rose of the Sacred Blood deepened, bleeding into violet.
A smile tugged at Simon’s lips.
‘Perfect.’
Chaos.
He thought he’d named it rather well.
Even now that it had transformed into a single magical force, it churned without pattern, breaking apart and reforming endlessly. It was like holding a violet typhoon compressed in the palm of his hand.
Since last night, when Parahan had taught him Sacred Blood, he’d made it this far without incident. Now he continued adjusting the ratios, searching for the golden mean.
When he showed Chaos to Parahan, the expression on the professor’s face was worth seeing.
—Tomorrow morning I’ll send someone trustworthy. Show him the Chaos. We’ll puzzle through its applications together.
That person’s arrival time was drawing near. Listening intently to the footsteps in the corridor, Simon kept refining Chaos.
‘But who could this person be who’s going to help me figure out Chaos’s uses…?’
Knock, knock.
A knock sounded at the door. Having lost his guard when he heard no footsteps, Simon gave a startled yelp and jumped.
He quickly dispersed Chaos into the air to dissolve it, then called out.
“P-please come in!”
Creak!
The figure who stepped through the opening was absolutely unexpected.
“Hahahaha! It’s been ages since I last saw you! Simon!”
A man whose entire form was translucent, his lower half transformed into a ghostly state, drifting suspended in midair.
The spirited Necromancy professor from Kizen, whom Simon hadn’t seen all through the second semester.
“U-Umbra, Professor!!”
During the first semester, unable to sense Spirit, Simon had dropped Necromancy once the second semester began.
So the professor’s visit was all the more surprising.
“Yes, I remember when you took my class! You couldn’t sense Spirit, but you were a student who danced the Dance of Consciousness beautifully!”
Simon’s face flushed with embarrassment.
“I, well…!”
“Haha! If you dropped my class, that’s perfectly fine!”
Umbra, ghostly below the waist yet cheerful and full of fighting spirit, laughed heartily.
“But Professor Parahan told me—you have something to show me?”
“Ah. Yes.”
Now that he thought about it, why Professor Umbra?
What could Necromancy possibly have to do with Chaos?
Simon was somewhat puzzled, but decided to demonstrate the magic anyway.
‘I shouldn’t reveal that I’m using Holiness.’
Simon conjured a Cloud in his right hand to draw the professor’s gaze, while his left hand moved behind him to summon Sacred Blood.
Then he merged the two forces.
After a moment, they transformed into a sphere containing a violet tempest.
“It’s a new technique based on my Cloud. I call it Chaos.”
“Hmm…!”
As Umbra examined Simon’s Chaos, his eyes widened dramatically.
“Extraordinary! Extraordinary! Now I understand what Professor Parahan was talking about! Might I examine it more closely?”
“Of course.”
Umbra unfolded several Magic Circles around him, checking various reactions.
“Absolutely fascinating!”
Umbra grinned broadly.
“Yes, I’m certain! Though temporary, this unquestionably possesses the nature of Spirit!”
Simon’s head snapped up.
“S-Spirit?”
“Indeed! Remarkable!”
Umbra clarified that it didn’t have the ghostly effects of true Spirit, of course. The fundamentals were different, but they were compatible.
“Back in the first semester, you learned what Spirit was, yes?”
“No, actually.”
All he remembered was being told to sense Spirit first, then doing absurdly strange dances and spinning the Wizard Board over and over.
“Then I’ll explain it slowly! This is exhilarating.”
He let out a snort.
“Since you’re aiming for Summoning Studies, let me explain from that angle! You know what Ghost-type Undead are, yes?”
“Of course! Things like banshees, wraiths, and phantoms, aren’t they?”
“That’s right! In ruins or abandoned houses, you’ll find plenty of common Ghost-type Undead like wraiths. Spirits are the very substance that composes those Ghost-type Undead, you see!”
As he spread his hand wide, a Magic Circle took shape.
“Spiritists like myself can convert this Dark Element to create ‘Spirits’—the substance that holds souls. By using this technique, we harness the power of Ghost-type monsters! That is precisely—”
Thwoack!
A transparent spear shot forth from the Magic Circle.
Dark Magic indoors?
Simon flinched, but the transparent spear simply pierced through the wall and struck a distant tree.
“The fundamentals of Necromancy!”
“Ah…!”
It had passed clean through the wall—a display of Necromancy’s power to defy physical law.
“Your Chaos technique appears to manifest effects beyond merely ignoring physical laws! And we’ve discovered it has compatibility with Necromancy!”
As he spread both arms, ten Magic Circles formed from Spirit unfurled before them in succession.
“Representative spells of Necromancy! Once you know which ones work and which don’t, you’ll be able to chart your path forward.”
“Ah…!”
Umbra was in a state of considerable excitement.
Simon felt a touch awkward and spoke up.
“B-but surely you must be busy. Are you really all right spending time to help me?”
“……”
Umbra slowly lowered his arms.
“In truth, Special Case #1 holds a special place among the 1st Year professors.”
Every time Umbra watched Simon excel at BMAT with Dark Magic learned from other professors—Summoning Studies, Magical Combat, Curse Magic—a pang of regret stirred in his chest.
When Aaron and Walter had perfected the Blood Golem and contributed to Simon’s triumph, how envious he had felt.
His only lingering disappointment was that he hadn’t been able to pass down even a single Necromancy technique to Special Case #1 before sending him off.
If only Simon had shown talent in Necromancy as well—how many times had he thought that very thing.
“But such is life! You never know what lies even one step ahead, and that’s what keeps it thrilling!”
Umbra bared his teeth in a grin.
“And now, of all things, you—Special Case #1—manifest a compatibility mechanism with Necromancy!”
“…Ha, ha.”
Umbra clenched his fists.
“There isn’t much of 1st Year left now, but you must have some lingering regret about skipping Necromancy, haven’t you?”
Simon nodded vigorously.
“It’d be a lie to say otherwise.”
The Seven Disciplines: Darkness, Curse, Summoning, Bloodcraft, Sacred, Chaos, and Combat.
Since he had come to Kizen, he wanted to learn all seven of them, but the fact that he would have to skip Necromancy because he lacked talent in it was a persistent regret.
Both men’s eyes glimmered.
“Then, go ahead and try.”
Umbra spread both his arms wide.
“Let’s see just how far you can go!”

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