Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 431

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 431
Simon set down the warm cup of milk and plucked one letter from the stack of envelopes crowding his desk.
—Let’s play.
The message was careless, the handwriting a wild scrawl — naturally, it was from Richard.
Simon put the letter aside and opened the next one in sequence.
—Can I come over to your place?
—Let’s play.
—Let’s play.
—If you don’t reply, I’m coming over whether you like it or not!
—Let’s play!
He must have been desperately bored.
Simon immediately picked up his quill pen and began writing a reply.
He explained that he’d decided to spend New Year with his family, and suggested they coordinate schedules with Merin and Kamibarez so everyone could go out together before the new term began.
‘It would be nice to see them once before classes start.’
Starting second year, the Major System would split them up.
Simon planned to enter the Summoning Studies program. Merin was going to Dark Reversal Magic, Kamibarez to Blood Magic. As for Richard, it wasn’t certain, but he seemed to be leaning toward Poison Magic.
Once they were scattered across different departments, they wouldn’t see each other nearly as often as they had in Class A, Team 7. He wanted to spend a bit more time together while they still could.
‘All right, next letter.’
Simon picked up the envelope at the very front — the one with the ribbon, written in a distinctly girlish hand.
The small character drawings decorating the envelope made it clear that Kamibarez had sent it.
—Simon! I’m here in Tujeron, the city of vampires, following my father!
Kamibarez’s delicate, charming handwriting flowed across the page.
—The sunsets here are truly beautiful. I don’t have a Mana Camera, so I’ve drawn the scenery and I’ll send it to you instead.
Flip.
When he turned the page, he found a landscape painting that Kamibarez had drawn herself.
Though not executed with exceptional skill, each detail — the sunset, the orange sea — was rendered with clear intention. Kamibarez’s care shone through in every stroke.
Feeling warmth bloom in his chest, Simon reached for the next envelope.
This one bore Merin’s distinctive neat, aristocratic handwriting.
—I lost another bet with that ‘Royal Nuisance.’ I’m at the Langoustin Grand Theater now.
So she’d lost another wager with Serne back at the Ivory Tower.
—This time too, the condition was that I perform at the theater. But guess who I ran into here? Seiwir! Do you remember him?
Simon rested his chin in his hand, thinking.
Seiwir. Seiwir.
Who was that? Where had he heard that name before?
—When the four of us went to the Neutral Zone for that dispatch evaluation! The liar who claimed to be an agent and dragged us around!
Ah, now he remembered.
That smooth-talking illusionist.
—He’s become a big star at the Langoustin theater now! Can you believe it?
Seiwir had been disciplined by the Dark Alliance, and his career as a Necromancer had come to a complete end.
But from Merin’s letter, it seemed he was now enjoying a new peak of success as a theater actor.
Combat ability aside, he’d always had quick wit and genuine showmanship.
Simon hoped things would continue to go well for him as he set the letter down.
But aside from letters from his three Team 7 members, there were still several envelopes left in the stack.
‘Who sent these?’
“Simon!”
His mother Anna’s voice drifted up from the living room downstairs.
“Come down for dinner!”
“Coming right now!”

* * *
Munch-munch-munch!
Munch-munch!
When Simon came down to the living room, Whitey and Blackie were already munching eagerly on the special dish Anna had prepared.
It was a meal of boiled chicken, and they chirped “Mew-mew~” delightedly as they ate, their voices full of contentment. They had wolfed down the entire bowl in seconds.
—Meow!
—Mew!
The cats fixed Simon with a reproachful stare.
—Why didn’t you give us something this delicious before?
—We’re disappointed!
The cats swatted at Simon’s leg with their tiny paws, then seemed to spot some small insect, and darted away in excitement to investigate elsewhere.
“Mom.”
Anna gazed at Simon with eyes full of affection.
“What is it, dear?”
“Well… this is far too much for a simple lunch.”
The spread on the table could hardly be called lunch at all. Dishes steamed and smoked across every inch of the surface.
Once again, the table groaned under the weight, its legs strained to their limits.
“You worked so hard in the Sacred Federation, didn’t you? You need to eat well and recover your strength!”
“Y-yes, I’ll eat gratefully.”
As Simon began eating, he tore open the next letter.
The envelope was a cute shade of pink. He’d naturally assumed it was from Kamibarez, but it was from someone else entirely.
-To Simon.
From just those opening words, he couldn’t yet tell who had written it.
Simon was about to read the next line when Richard walked into the kitchen.
His gaze naturally drifted toward Simon’s letter.
“Ha-ha!”
With a knowing smile, he ruffled Simon’s hair playfully.
“That’s my boy. Getting letters from girls during the break, no less.”
“Father!”
Simon’s face flushed red.
“Whose letter is it? Merin’s? Or Kamibarez’s?”
“Neither of them, actually. I’m not sure myself who sent it.”
Richard stroked his chin thoughtfully, humming to himself.
“Ah, yes. Sometimes these things slip the mind. But listen, Simon—whenever a lady whose name you can’t quite recall approaches you with familiarity, whenever you find yourself drawing a blank on her name entirely, you must stay calm above all else. Simply converse naturally, and you’ll gather the lady’s name and details from the conversation itself…”
Thunk!
Richard went rigid mid-sentence, his hair bristling slightly as a fork embedded itself in the wall behind him.
“Such fine lessons you’re teaching the boy?”
Anna’s head poked out from the kitchen, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Ahem! W-well, my dear! Seems my active days haven’t robbed me of my touch!”
Richard tried to deflect with a laugh, but—
“And it seems you haven’t quite shed your old habits from those days either.”
Against Anna, he had no defense.
As Simon watched Richard get thoroughly trounced once more, he finished reading the letter he’d opened.
-Simon! It’s me, Sasha! Surprised? I begged Kamibarez to get your address. I should’ve asked for it when we met in Pentamonium back then. Totally slipped my mind!
‘Ah, Sasha!’
The girl Simon had rescued from the Neutral Zone, currently undergoing treatment in Pentamonium.
She was confirmed to enroll in Kizen next year as a special exception student.
-I’ve grown a lot since then, and I’ve gotten really good with Dark Magic too! When I’m discharged from Pentamonium next year, I’ll be able to officially attend Kizen. Could I ask your help then? Senior.
Senior.
Simon felt his heart thump in his chest. The day had finally come when he would be called senior at Kizen.
-I can’t believe I’ll be attending Kizen with you and Kamibarez! Just thinking about it makes me so happy. Looking forward to next year! Happy New Year!
When he turned to the final page, a photograph taken with a Mana Camera appeared. Though she was still wearing patient’s clothing, Sasha had grown visibly taller, and her face was considerably brighter and more composed.
Watching Sasha overcome her past suffering and trauma, living forward without shame, stirred something tender in his chest.
‘Well then.’
Simon picked up the next letter.
‘Who could the last one be from?’
As he opened it with a soft rustling sound, he found another envelope inside. Opening that, he found yet another envelope within.
‘What kind of joke is… oh?’
Simon’s eyes widened sharply.
A royal seal!
The final envelope bore the crest of the Dresden Royal Family.
‘Who could this be?’
Tension suddenly flooded through him. With trembling hands, Simon unfolded the letter.
-To my esteemed Senior Simon.
Senior again.
That magical word from the very first line set his heart racing.
-I hope you are well. I am Molly, the Princess of the Dresden Kingdom. Do you remember me? I apologize for the inconvenience of the nested envelopes. Since your domain belongs to the Baldwin Kingdom, I took some precautions.
It was indeed her—the youngest princess of the Dresden Kingdom.
Simon only knew one princess on the continent, after all.
“Oh, Simon.”
Richard chuckled with approval.
“While I wasn’t looking, this fool managed to enchant even a princess of a nation? Turns out she’s even more…….”
“Richard?”
At Anna’s fierce gaze, Richard’s mouth snapped shut at once.
Simon looked at the letter again.
-It’s a bit embarrassing, but Mother and Father have approved my admission to Kizen, so I’m reaching out like this! The moment the approval came through, you were the very first person who came to mind!
From reading the letter, it seemed Princess Molly possessed considerable talent as a Necromancer.
Simon read through the letter steadily until he reached the final section.
-If you’re also departing for Kizen from Langoustin, would you be able to help me a little with purchasing textbooks? I don’t know anything about it. Oh, if this is too much to ask, I’m truly sorry!
Simon let out a wry laugh.
How could he possibly refuse a princess’s request?
Still, he’d heard that the enrollment dates for second-year and first-year students differed. Simon decided to mention that point in his reply and promise to help gladly once the schedule was confirmed.
“The Dresden Kingdom certainly is shrewd.”
Richard glanced through Simon’s letter and spoke.
“They recognize future power-holders and move quickly. I wonder when our Baldwin Kingdom will finally act.”
Anna, seated at the table, looked at Richard and asked.
“You have patriotism for your kingdom?”
“There’s nothing but my homeland.”
Simon scratched his head with an embarrassed expression.
“She’s just asking if I’ll help her study textbooks together. Aren’t you both reading a bit too much into this?”
At that, Richard burst out laughing.
Anna simply gave her son’s forearm a light tap, as if amused.

* * *
Happy New Year.
Simon spent the new year quietly with his family in his hometown of Resshil.
Midway through, he’d summoned Pier using Herseba’s ability to hear how things were progressing, and was told it was in a smooth finishing stage. He planned to hear the final report from Pier’s Ruins after school started.
In Resshil, where the water was clear and the air was fresh, Simon focused on recovering his overworked body and Core, raising his condition. For several days, he did nothing but sleep all day long.
Once his condition returned to normal, he began training in “Chaos” again.
Chaos was the true meaning of Simon’s original creation—combining the Dark Element’s Cloud with the Holy Element’s Holy Blood.
But there was still a long way to go.
While it was effective at creating variables against powerful opponents, it had the disadvantage of being far too unstable.
In particular, the summoned creature “Chaos Reaper” would betray the caster if the amount of Chaos in the Magical Circle dropped—indiscriminately slashing both allies and enemies without distinction.
“In battle, ‘having a plan’ is very important, Simon.”
Richard said.
“Let’s say your current ‘Chaos Sphere’ has power ranging from 0 to 1,000. Having a high maximum is good, but if by some chance you roll a ‘0’ during combat, the risk you bear becomes excessive. It’s possible that the price of drawing a blank could be your life.”
Simon nodded vigorously in agreement.
“So the goal of this holiday training is to change Chaos from ‘0 to 1,000’ into ‘100 to 1,000.’ We’re aiming for a lottery with no blanks. Even if the maximum value decreases, maintaining a minimum level of power will be far more effective operationally.”
“Understood!”
To establish the Chaos Magic properly, he needed help from both the Dark Element and the Holy Element.
So he received assistance from both Richard and Anna, though their opinions diverged slightly.
“Just handle the bare minimum of risk and put everything into power. That’s the best approach.”
“No, it’s important to prioritize stability for Simon’s safety.”
The two were debating—or rather, quarreling like a married couple—over the ratio of Cloud to Holy Blood.
“Darling, in battle, cutting down the enemy’s throat in one blow is the greatest safety. If the fight drags on and we’re giving them room, Simon becomes even more vulnerable.”
“Do you remember how many times I’ve saved you from pushing yourself like that? Rather than all-or-nothing, true strength comes from power that’s perfectly balanced, complete, and without flaw.”
……But Chaos is my technique, he thought.
The words hung at the edge of his lips as Simon simply smiled and waited for their negotiation to end.
The conclusion they reached:
Chaos wasn’t a technique to be spammed recklessly. In normal circumstances, it was wiser to rely on Black Magic and White Magic as usual.
Chaos was to be used when creating variables against formidable opponents.
In exchange, they decided to significantly raise the Spec itself so that once used, victory would be certain.
Richard and Anna complemented the formulas for Cloud, Holy Blood, and Chaos. The magic itself had become considerably heavier than when Simon first created it.

Watching a single purple spear he’d launched experimentally shatter the trees around it, Simon felt moved.
“Let’s go with this!”
While Simon was devoting himself to training in this new technique at the small villa on the mountain during the holiday,
“Simon, you have a visitor.”
Richard came to fetch Simon himself.
“A sudden visitor? Who is it?”
“You’d better go and see for yourself.”
His expression was tinged with a slight tension.
Simon came rushing down the mountain and sprinted toward home.
But as he drew closer to the house, strange things began to happen. Trees and rocks in the vicinity were hovering in the air.
Whoooosh—
Even a peculiar fish was swimming through the air as if gliding through the sea itself.
‘A monster?’
As Simon tried to summon his Dark Element, Richard placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.
“Just come on.”
They soon arrived at the house. The moment Simon hurriedly opened the door and stepped inside, he caught sight of a massive man sitting at the dining table, his back turned—a man as large as a giant.
Munch-munch! He was devouring the food Anna had prepared as if trying to hide it from the gods.
“You came, Simon.”
Anna too looked somewhat taken aback. Simon approached and opened his mouth.
“I heard you were looking for me.”
Clang!
The man set down a plate stripped clean to the bone. Now he picked up a water pitcher and gulped down the water.
Ahhh.
Looking as though he could finally breathe, he let out a hearty belch and patted his belly.
Then at last he turned around.
“It’s been ages! Have you been well?”
Simon’s eyes widened dramatically upon seeing him. At the same moment, a bright smile spread across his face.
“P-President Phantasus!”
None other than Kizen’s student council president and, like Kassan, a trusted subordinate of the informal Neftis.
Phantasus Hu Ikel.
Creak!
Phantasus rose from his seat. His head was so tall that it struck the ceiling with a thunk—but he seemed utterly unconcerned.
“President? I’ve already graduated from Kizen, so that title doesn’t apply anymore. I’m just a simple adventurer now!”
He strode toward Simon, dust from the house’s ceiling brushing against his hair.
“Simon Polentia!”
“Y-yes, sir!”
Simon answered with sudden stiffness.
“No more dawdling—I’ll get straight to business!”
Why had he shown up so suddenly? Simon swallowed hard. Richard and Anna, watching from the side, felt tension ripple through them as well.
Phantasus broke into a broad smile and extended his hand.
“Congratulations! From now on, you’ll be Kizen’s student council president!!”

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