Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 432

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 432
Simon found himself speechless at Phantasus’s shocking revelation.
“You’re going to be the next Kizen Student Council president!”
Kizen Student Council president?
Me?
I’m only in my second year, not even third.
“Wait, hold on a moment!”
Simon threw up his hands urgently, a strong sense of misunderstanding washing over him.
“This is all rather sudden. When I first met you at the Pentamonium Academic Conference, you definitely…….”
“I remember it well!”
Phantasus spoke abruptly, his coarse-featured face leaning close into view.
“I asked if you had any interest in the position of next student council president, and you said it was difficult to answer at the time, so you deferred your response.”
“Yes, that’s right! But why all of a sudden…….”
“The situation has changed somewhat.”
Phantasus pointed downward with a fingertip.
“Why don’t you sit down and hear me out? Hm!”
“……I understand.”
Simon calmed his excitement and took a seat, listening intently to what Phantasus had to say.
Ordinarily, the Kizen Student Council president is held by a third-year student. While there’s no strict rule that the president must be the strongest in Kizen, it’s the general convention.
And the next student council president was nearly confirmed—a man whom the school, Kizen headquarters, and the third-year students were all pushing for the position.
“Aezel Bringer, third-year valedictorian.”
Phantasus crossed his arms.
“He was valedictorian throughout his second year, and now that he’s in third year, you could say he’s unquestionably the strongest in Kizen. Hm!”
Simon’s head tilted as he listened.
“Wouldn’t it make sense for him to become president then?”
“Haha! I told you—the situation has changed!”
Aezel was currently engaged in critical operations, moving between the Sacred Federation and neutral territories.
But the situation had twisted so unfavorably—no, severely twisted—that Phantasus said he likely wouldn’t return until well into the second half of the first semester at the earliest.
“What kind of mission could it possibly be…….”
“Covert infiltration and assassination of key figures.”
Simon’s expression hardened at the answer.
“I’m afraid I can’t discuss the details—they’re classified. Forgive me. Hm!”
“Ah, of course. That’s quite all right.”
Phantasus smacked his lips.
“It was a mission that didn’t need to be done at all. Whether Aezel was conscious of me or not, he volunteered to undertake the exact same mission I once carried out! Hm. He probably wanted to dismantle the current situation where he can’t help but be compared to me, all in one fell swoop.”
Click.
Just then, Anna arrived with a platter of candied fruits for dessert.
“Now then, important matters are all well and good, but do have some of this.”
Phantasus’s eyes lit up.
“How kind of you! Thank you so much, madam!”
Crunch, crunch!
Phantasus devoured the food feverishly with both hands, not bothering with utensils.
Despite becoming an adventurer after graduating from school, he apparently hadn’t been eating well.
“Won’t you have some!”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
The conversation resumed.
“Thus, with Aezel’s return delayed, Kizen has no choice but to appoint a new student council president! We can’t leave such a critical position vacant during the busiest time of the semester—the start of term. Hm!”
“That makes sense.”
“But I have already made my intentions perfectly clear to Neftis and the school!”
Snap!
Phantasus’s sturdy finger pointed directly at Simon’s forehead.
“My successor is Simon Polentia! If Simon Polentia won’t do, then at least Aezel among the third-years shows some promise!”
“Y-yes?”
“And now that Aezel’s return is delayed and a temporary student council president is needed!”
Phantasus’s eyes blazed like flames.
“I have no intention of raising any other third-year to the position of president!!”
Simon was utterly bewildered.
“But there are so many third-years far more accomplished than I am, aren’t there?”
“What nonsense! They’re all incompetent!”
Bang!
Phantasus brought his fist down on the table, and the candied fruit leaped into the air before settling back into its dish.
“I’ve been two years behind you—I know you well! Of course, the third-year students’ abilities are beyond question. But they’re far too calculating! Strong against the weak and weak against the strong! They live the lives others demand, with no vision of their own! Most of all, as men, they lack dreams and ambition!”
He vented his anger like a beast growling.
“Even if dirt got in my eyes, I couldn’t recommend such people for the position of student council president!”
Simon scratched the side of his head.
“But I also…”
“You’re different!”
Phantasus turned both palms toward Simon.
“During the busiest time for you first-years—with BMAT, the Promotion Exam and all—you willingly participated in the Pentamonium Academic Conference!”
“Yes, well…”
Both their mouths moved at the same time.
“I came to earn money—”
“You came to earn money!”
Khahahaha!
Phantasus laughed heartily, slapping his knees.
“What a pain-in-the-neck junior you are! And the reports I received of your deeds afterward were astonishing! You wrote an excellent paper at the Academic Conference, yet you didn’t submit it for your Summoning Studies Practical Assessment! You could have aced it with that alone! Instead, you used the money from selling the paper to deliberately create a Lich and submit that for your assessment!”
Phantasus leaned forward.
“Why would you go to such lengths?”
Simon’s face flushed with embarrassment as he answered.
“It was just… something I really wanted to do.”
Tears of genuine emotion welled up in Phantasus’s eyes.
“Perfect!”
A tremendous cry echoed across the towering mountain ranges of Resshil.
Throughout all this, Richard was covering Anna’s ears from behind.
“That’s exactly why I like you! Meeting you in person only solidifies my conviction! You’re the only one fit to be student council president!”
Simon didn’t know what to do with himself, yet he still couldn’t understand why Phantasus held him in such high regard.
“But people around me said what I did then was strange.”
“Pay no mind to such voices! Hmph!”
Phantasus thumped his own chest.
“In the end, what came of making that Lich? You defeated Shatel, the giant-hybrid who was rated a step above you, and you even repelled the Blood Heavenly Cult! All because of that very thing people mocked as unnecessary!”
…When viewed purely by results, it was quite convincing.
Simon forcibly tamped down the urge to float away and recovered his composure before speaking.
“I understand why you think so highly of me, but I believe I need to consider a more practical problem at this point.”
Phantasus calmed his excitement and crossed his arms.
“Right! The practical problem! Of course—you’ll face strong opposition and resistance from the third-years!”
“Yes, that’s what concerns me most.”
Hehehehe.
Phantasus suddenly let out a laugh.
“Naturally! I’ve already resolved that too!”
“You have?”
“Do you think I came to see you without any preparation, recklessly charging in? Hmph!”
Phantasus revealed that he had negotiated with Aezel, who was currently away on duty, and the other third-years.
“First!”
One of his heavy fingers rose.
“Simon Polenthia will serve as student council president during Aezel’s absence!”
A natural arrangement.
“Second! The third-years will respect the interim president’s actions, and the student council president will not heavily interfere with the third-years!”
This was a rather clever negotiation.
He was a second-year anyway, and there was little need for the student council to control the third-years who were often away on external duties. It was effectively a clause protecting against third-year interference.
“Third! Should Aezel return and Simon successfully maintain the position of student council president, and should Simon demonstrate the will to continue as student council president, then the winner of a Duel Evaluation between the two will become the student council president!”
Simon was startled.
He’d thought Phantasus was a typical Martial Warrior type—was the man’s mind actually this sharp?
This was an exceptionally clever proposal.
For the third-years, Aezel—who maintained an absolute hold on the position of Valedictorian—was an essential figure.
Thus Phantasus had instilled the perception that “the student council presidency belongs to Aezel from the start.” The third-years would feel pressure about breaking the covenant between Phantasus and Aezel, and Simon would gain that much more freedom.
Then the last finger unfurled.
“Fourth!”
“There’s still more?!”
“Should Aezel take over the position of student council president from Simon in accordance with the third condition!”
The corners of Phantasus’s mouth rose long and wide.
“Aezel will unconditionally recommend Simon Polanth as the next student council president!”
Regardless of whether Simon could maintain his position as 2nd Year student council president, he would be guaranteed the position in his 3rd Year—a treaty to that effect.
“Did Aezel really accept those terms?”
“Exactly! I secured permission through letters while on assignment. Hm!”
Simon couldn’t help but be astonished.
To think that negotiations behind the scenes had progressed this far without his knowledge.
“Of course, since your life is yours alone, this choice is yours to make!”
Phantasus spread his arms wide.
“But consider this! As you yourself know, the position of Kizen student council president isn’t something just anyone can hold! Beyond power, command, and credentials—this is an experience you can only gain here at Kizen! As a person in your own right, apart from being a Necromancer, it will become a great asset and nourishment for you. I stake my honor on it!”
“…….”
While Simon sat with his eyes closed, lost in contemplation.
“It seems the discussion is drawing to a close, so I hope you’ll permit me to interject.”
Richard, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward.
“Of course, Father!”
Phantasus took a step back, and Richard settled into his seat.
“Phantasus Hu Ikel. When a man of your standing presses so hard, it’s hardly surprising my young son would be tempted.”
“No, Father! I spoke purely for his sake—”
“That’s not for you to judge.”
Richard dismissed Phantasus with ease, then sat with solemn composure, one leg crossed over the other.
It was precisely the pose that set aristocratic ladies’ hearts aflutter.
“Simon, I’m opposed.”
Simon was taken aback.
He’d assumed Richard would be overjoyed if his son became Kizen’s student council president, yet the man had unexpectedly declared his opposition.
“To be precise, I’m opposed to him becoming student council president in his 2nd Year. The 2nd Year curriculum at Kizen differs fundamentally from the 1st Year—it inevitably requires time to adapt to academic life. More than that, 2nd Year is when students learn the most during their three years here. Taking on the student council during a time when you should devote yourself entirely to studies? It’s premature.”
Richard continued, interlacing his fingers.
“He can serve as student council president in 3rd Year, Simon. In 3rd Year, field assignments and dispatches become frequent. The student council activities can shoulder much of that burden, which is precisely where the merit lies.”
Phantasus shot to his feet.
“Father! This is a misunderstanding! There’s a point I absolutely must explain regarding that—!”
“You.”
Richard’s voice turned glacial.
“Why did you mark our son as your successor?”
Phantasus struck his own chest repeatedly.
“It is I, Phantasus, who have recognized this man as worthy from the depths of my heart!”
“I see. You recognized Simon. Yet while you seek to take our son away.”
His eyes flashed.
“Why don’t you think to earn the recognition of this child’s parents—Anna and myself?”
“!!!”
Phantasus’s mouth fell open.
‘What kind of nonsense is that! Father!’
Simon’s mouth fell open too, though for an entirely different reason.
“Indeed!”
Phantasus’s expression was as though he’d been struck squarely in the head with a hammer. Soon, tears of emotion and respect welled up in his eyes.
Thud!
He dropped to one knee.
“I, Phantasus Hu Ikel, beg your forgiveness for my rudeness! I was so blinded by ambition that I nearly lost sight of the proper order!”
Richard raised an arrogant smile and crossed his legs the other way.
“Better to realize it now than never.”
What on earth was happening?
Simon looked to Anna, but she simply shook her head with an expression that said ‘There goes your father again.’
“That said, there were aspects of your argument that held merit.”
At Richard’s words, Phantasus lifted his head eagerly.
“You mean—!”
“However, there are conditions. Our son would need a compelling reason to take on such a demanding and troublesome position in his 2nd Year, wouldn’t he?”
“A most reasonable point! And those conditions would be……!”
“Teach our son the Sleep Curse.”
Phantasus tilted his head.
“The Sleep Curse is taught in the 2nd Year curriculum.”
“Not that trash.”
Richard’s eyes glinted as his true colors emerged.
“Your original. Teach him that.”
Even prostrating himself wouldn’t have been enough to deserve the student council presidency.
Yet Richard still found a way to extract something more.

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